#waterboarding

[2snuffseb]

[ghost-whump]

Shower Day

CW: kidnapped whumpee, defiant whumpee, sadistic whumper, waterboarding(?), hypothermia (mentioned), nudity (mentioned), let me know if I missed anything!

Whumper entered the basement with loud, clunking steps down the stairs. They flick the light on when they reach the bottom.

“Hh—” Whumpee hissed and covered their eyes, heavy manacles pressing coldly into their cheeks. “Fucking hell.”

“Rise and shine, fuckface.”

With a drawn out groan, Whumpee blinked until the light wasn’t so painful. They scooted farther back into “their” corner of the basement, drawing closer to the wall, as if they could be absorbed into it.

They turned to face the wall, the smallest act of defiance they could express, “Go away.”

“No can do, Whumpee,” Whumper’s footsteps grew closer, “It’s shower day for you.”

That perked them up. A shower? A real, honest-to-god shower? Hot damn, that sounded good! Whumpee managed the barest hint of a smile at the prospect. Their hair, caked with blood and grease and other various substances, grew unbearably thick and disgusting to even think about. And that’s not even mentioning their soiled clothes.

Rubbing at their eyes, Whumpee brought themselves to turn around. And their smile dropped.

Whumper held a hose and a bucket.

At their pained expression, Whumper chuckled, “Oh? You thought you got a real shower?” They put the bucket on the floor and took a step closer, “Sorry for the mislead, Whumpee.”

The water hit them suddenly. Frigid, icy water hit their skin like a jet — definitely enough force to bruise, at least. They cried out, futilely holding their arms out in front of them. The cold water sprayed onto their body like bullets, dousing their hair and clothes all in less than a minute.

Then, the water tapered off.

Whumpee spit some water out of their mouth. It tasted like shit, nothing like the refreshing hose water they’d had as a kid.

“Whoops.” Whumper smiled.

Then it started again. This time, with so much pressure, Whumpee was knocked back into the wall. The hose turned off.

Whumpee heaved, “Fuck yo—ACK!”

Over and over, the water turned on and off, on and off, on and off. Friction burns raised on their arms from where they tried to protect themselves. The chill of the cool, stagnant basement air started to seep into their skin, sending a shiver through their whole body.

“That should be good.” Whumper dropped the hose to the floor (much to Whumpee’s relief) and turned their attention towards the bucket. They pulled out a gray towel and turned back. “Give me your clothes now, Whumpee.”

They stood there, shivering. “What?”

“You heard me — give me your clothes. They’re all soaked now.” Though they spoke pragmatically, their grinning leer said anything but.

“Fuck n-no. I-I’m not getting n-naked in front of you.” Their teeth chattered loudly, telegraphing how cold they really were.

Whumper turned around, picking the bucket back up. “Fine, then. No towel for you, I guess.” They started back towards the stairs, “A shame, really. I had it heated up on the radiator and everything. It’s supposed to be even colder tonight, too. I’d hate to have my poor Whumpee freeze…”

Whumpee remained silent.

“Well, goodnight, Whumpee.” They flipped the lights off.

“W-Wait!”

The lights turned back on as quick as they shut off. Whumper turned, so so slowly. “What do you say?”

“Pl-please?”

this has been sitting in my drafts for SOOO long and i’ve never posted it. since i haven’t written anything in a while, i thought i might as well post it lol

thank for reading!!!

General Tag: @morning-star-whump

[padaleckigifs]

@whumpgifathon | Day 5: "Water" Cordell Walker in Walker 3x01, "World on a String"

[ashton-the-draconid]

Buddy Hates Getting Wet?

CW: Theories on abuse / torture, your mental health matters :)

Okay this is a theory made literally as I talk to someone about it (Shout out E in the discord server) but here's something I noticed after remembering a piece of the comic. Buddy hates getting wet. He's said it a couple of times, even in outfits made to get wet like his Beach Boys appearance.

But he's not afraid of getting in water on his own

And he can swim

And as other people have pointed out, when Buddy is afraid, or startled, or surprised, or nervous, he stutters.

But we know he likes baths. He loves the hell out of them, going out of his way to treat himself with them even. The thing is though, bathing has nothing to do with getting his hair/head wet if he so chose. Is that why he enjoys it? What if there was something darker to it? What if he got waterboarded. We know he's been starved, and in the recent episode, it's been shown that claustrophobia is something that relates to him being "punished". He's also been depicted as chained up in his nightmare, with the broken chain collar around his neck. I don't think it's a stretch to theorize he could've been waterboarded or at least tortured with some kind of water. Just my take on this though! :) Edited because dyslexia and writing fast don't mix

[whumpitisthen]

Masterlist

Grab your character and shove their head underwater. Keep them pinned until they breathe in the water. Pull them up and let them splutter and cough. Push them under again. Pull them up. Let them use their precious seconds of air to beg. "Ple-Please, please stop — " Push them under again. Feel them squirm. Pull them up sooner; they couldn't hold their breath long enough. Once more for good measure. Don't let them up until they nearly suffocate. Pull them up and throw them to the ground, let them cough up all the water they swallowed. Pull them into your lap. They are shivering, the cold water having seeped deep into their bones. They are crying. They are going to try to pull away. Don't let them. Hush them gently. Card through their hair. Let them relax under your hands. Then drag them back over to the water. Put their nose right above the surface and keep their head right there. Let them imagine how it will feel to be pushed under again, held there, pulled up just so they can drown again. They will fight, they will sob, they will plead and barter and yell. They will be scared. Answer them with an order. "Take a deep breath for me." Watch them struggle to decide if they should. They probably won't be able to take one deep enough if they tried. Push them under. Watch them squirm. Repeat.

[wr3tched-guts]

obsessed with the idea of someone shoving my head down onto their cock in the shower. think about it !!! gagging and choking while the water runs over your face so you can't breathe unless it's by their grace. ragrhrh them not letting you because it just feels too good fucking your face and you look so good with your mouth so stuffed <333 them pulling back and watching how you gasp and breathe for air just to shove your head back down again !! <3

[baby-tini]

ELABORATE ON THE PM DAZAI WATER BOARDING THING IMMEDIATELY (respectively 😞)

TW- Waterboarding, Psychological Abuse, Verbal Threats

It was a punishment, the first time he did it. Now, usually when he punished you, it was usually a beating on a spanking maybe, but PM!Dazai is an experimentalist at heart when it comes to torture. He had dragged you to a cold, damp room. Completely empty except for an adjustable table with a board strapped to it. The screaming and thrashing was instant as he held you to his chest and dragged you to the table, the swinging of your arms useless as he fisted your hair and moved you to the table. The black straps used too hold you down were tight as the leather dug into your skin, he had adjusted the table down so that your head was close to the ground before his hand grabbed ahold of the white cloth. His hands playing with it as he hummed moving about as he then placed the rag in your mouth. Your mouth being forced open as the rag was being forcefully stuffed into your mouth, all you could see were those empty eyes, as you heard him pick up something heavy sounding, the clinking of the object on the concreate floor let you know that, that something was metal. Your body fully tensing before going into shock as you felt the unexpected cold water pour onto your face and your sense were overcome by the liquid getting into your nose and leaking down your face, the water getting into your ears as everything soon sounded muffled, the moisture soaking your top half as your eyes reactively shut close, being almost drenched by the time he let up and pulled the metal object back. Sitting the bucket on the floor, you felt his coat brush against your cheek, before your eyes steadily opened, careful too not get water into them, only too find him looming down at you when your vision became clear again from repeated blinking away the blurriness the water once left. His eyes were no longer a soft chestnut, but instead an eerie crimson, the light completely gone as his palms sat flat on his thighs, his hair almost shielding the none-bandaged eye. His bandaged left-hand pushing at the wet strands of your face as they clumped together in a sopping mess.

"I'm gonna do this again and again. Every single time you misbehave, you'll be laid on this table... maybe then you'll learn that I don't tolerate such insolence."

[jean-meowreau]

So it's not a question that Jean was tortured in the nest. and I'm damn sure he would have been waterboarded at least once, if not regularly.

I kinda want to see him struggling with cleaning himself. He's so used to using a sponge and a bucket of water in the shower. Standing at the far end, farthest away from the shower head, and cleaning himself that way. It's always a quick endeavor; being that close to a water spout puts him on edge. And it's not a secret to Jeremy, Cat, and Laila - Jean only does a quick rinse in the showers in the locker rooms, taking the one that has a removable wand, and never letting it get it near his face. He showers at home and washes his hair at home. They never see him with wet hair. He disappears for the rest of the evening when he cleans his hair. He locks Jeremy out of the bedroom for at least four hours, and then is stoic and silent and not even making his usual snarky comments when he finally lets him in for the evening. But Jean will always grab Bark Bark after those times and set the cardboard cut out he claims to despise right against the head of his bed, and he falls asleep looking at Bark Bark's face.

Jeremy finally gets the nerve to ask Kevin, and he quietly explains that Jean would get waterboarded sometimes as punishment. For menial issues. If The Master decided a beating wasn't enough, he had Riko and Kevin hold Jean to a chair as he was punished.

Jeremy doesn't speak to Kevin for a while after that. He knows, realistically, Kevin couldn't do anything where he was - it would've ended with both of them being waterboarded or worse. But the anger he feels, that Jean went through all of that alone, without support, and had to have someone he loves part of the process... so he starts researching hydrophobia. They change out the shower head to be a wand, with an extra long hose, so Jean can put it outside of the shower when he's cleaning himself. Jeremy hangs back from practices with Jean an extra thirty minutes so when they head into the locker rooms the shower Jean prefers is free without a doubt. He makes sure to always be within his line of sight while he's showering, hands visible and towel free.

And then one day Jean very quietly asks Jeremy for help washing his hair. "It will be quicker if you do the water. Please." His breath is caught in his throat as he steps into the half-stall, takes the wand, and waits for instructions. Jean bends forward, his shoulders shaking, but there is already shampoo in his hands. He takes a deep, steadying breath, and then whispers for Jeremy to do it.

He freezes up, just for a moment, before saying, "I'm going to touch you, Jean." He waits for the younger man to nod before setting a hand against his shoulder. He taps touches along the shape of his head before biting his lip as he rests the side of his hand against Jean's brow line. "Are you sure you want to go this way? Bending backwards would keep it off your face."

"Less exposed," is all Jean replies, his voice quiet, trying not to let it waver.

Jeremy makes a sound of understanding and uses the hand holding the wand to grab the knob. "It's away from your face. I'm going to turn the water on." Jean nods once, one hand reaching to take hold of Jeremy's wrist closest. He flinches slightly at the sound of the water and squeezes Jeremy's wrist a little tighter. They stay like that, listening to the water hit the tile wall before trickling down the drain. They wait, Jeremy waits, until Jean lets go of his wrist and lets out a long breath.

"Ready?"

Jean nods.

Jeremy brings the wand around and lets the water hit his shoulder before he quickly brings it around and sprays across Jean's hair. He uses his hand against Jean's forehead to try and block water from falling in his eyes. Three quick passes, and his hair is soaked. Jeremy turns off the water briefly as Jean quickly scrubs the shampoo into his hair. He holds his hands out in front, and Jeremy turns the water on. He rises Jean's hands before going back to his hair.

"Please help," Jean asks softly.

Jeremy steps in a bit closer and pulls his hand from Jean's forehead. "Cover your eyes." He waits for the younger man to comply before running the wand side to side in quick stripes, combing his hand through dark hair, easily coaxing out the shampoo. Once his hair is clean, Jeremy turns off the water and combs both hands through, squeezing any excess from Jean's hair. "No towel, right?"

"No towel," Jean confirms. He stands to his full height once Jeremy has finished, and blinks a few times. He is breathing a bit rapidly still, but his shoulders and hands aren't shaking like they normally are.

Jeremy offers him an encouraging smile. "You did great."

"I have been working on it. I want to be part of the team. I want to have conversations after practice in the locker room. I enjoy everyone's jokes," Jean says quietly. He seems to be warring with his next question, so Jeremy waits him out. He strips down, out of his damp gear, and starts his own shower. Jean leans against the tile wall, still sharing the space despite the flow of water. Jeremy feels something close to pride blooming in his chest at Jean's improvement in just under a year since being with them. "Jeremy?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you be comfortable to help me wash my hair like that every time?"

The blond looks up, water hitting his face, but nothing can stop his grin. "Anything you need, J."

"It won't make you feel awkward?"

"Not at all."

Jean nods and then quietly asks, "Would you be able to help me request to always be able to use this shower? Just until I improve more. I know Nabil prefers it."

"I know he'd be happy to help you, especially if it means a chance at Jean bonding time," Jeremy says with a smile as he rinses the shampoo from his hair. "Do you want to ask him with me there, or would you like for me to ask?"

Jean falls quiet once again, mulling it over and staring at his feet. Jeremy leaves him to his thoughts, running a loofah across his skin, enjoying the gentle friction, the barely there scratches.

"Would it be okay for you to ask but me be there?"

Jeremy blinks away the fogginess, the comfort of the shower and the relaxation the mindless tasks bring him. He nods once, and then frowns. Jean doesn't get to experience this. The comfort of water pounding against skin, the feeling of it cleaning away literal and figurative grime clinging to his body. He doesn't get to enjoy those little tremors of the first trickles of water against his scalp, electricity pinging down his spine, water quick to follow its path. The comfort of a shower, of cleaning himself and stepping out fully refreshed. "Jean?"

"Yes, Jeremy?"

"I'm going to help you as much as I can. Whatever you want or need, I will do it. Even if it means washing you by hand myself. I want you to be able to enjoy showers."

There's a long pause before Jean speaks again. Jeremy doesn't mind; he uses that time to rinse the soap from himself. When he shuts off the water, Jean finally speaks once more.

"I am jealous of how you look after you bathe. Your smile is softer and your eyes sparkle, you are always so relaxed and comfortable. I want that."

Jeremy nods. "I want that for you, too. Let's work on it, yeah? First, though, we've got to change and get outside for the barbecue. Cat is going to kick the door in soon if we take any longer."

[nade2308]

@whumpgifathon | Day 5: Water

Shipwrecked | Drowning | Waterboarding

"CSI: Miami", season 9, episode 10, "Match Made in Hell", Ryan Wolfe

Part 1 || Part 2

@thethistlegirl

[shinypuppytoy621]

camping with big sis

Tw: incest, hard kink, abuse, noncon

Now that the first snow has fallen you’re big sis offers to take you camping, she says there’s a cabin you can both sleep in for a couple of nights and even though you want to say no for many reasons but mostly her acting really strange lately; staring at you for long periods of time, encouraging you to drink but always stopped by your parents and often offering you to stay the night with her, like she has a fixation on you for some reason

“y’know it’s normal to sleep with your big sis right? If you can’t sleep, it’s normal, you should do it, you really should, lil sis”

you try to make excuses but your mom’s force you and you’re too timid to talk back so here you are, in the car alone with your big sis who’s creepily quiet.

after about 3 hours you arrive, at a car park, you’re sister said to follow her since there’s no roads leading to the cabin so you grab all your supplies and prepare for the walk thinking that it’ll be a boring weekend with your weird sis, little to your knowledge it would be far FAR from “boring”

after about an hours trek through the snow you reach it, a sad looking log cabin in the middle of butt fuck nowhere. Once you’re settled in your big sis orders you to chop some extra fire wood so you get on it, any excuse to escape the creepy silence but once you return you find out what your big sister has been busy doing, sitting by a fire with a half empty bottle of vodka in her hand

“heyyyyyyyy~ lil sis! Been waiting for ya~”

“you’re drunk, aren’t you?”

“not as much as I wanna be, I’ve been waiting for my wittle baby sister, c’mere, drink”

she hands you the bottle but you refuse, in a weird way you kinda looked up to your sister but you’ve never seen her this low and you don’t want to encourage her

“I wasn’t asking, sister, we’re here so mommy and mommy can’t stop me, drink!”

she grabs your hair and forces the bottle to your lips and lifts it up, it burns, bad, and its taste overpowers you and you, you, you feel your head feel fuzzy and dizzy and you fall to the floor

(cough) (cough) what the fuck sis! (Cough) (cough) that tastes disgusting

you continue to wheeze and struggle on the floor as tears start to grow in your eyes and before you know it you feel a quick kick to your chest and you fall to your back, the vodka is really hitting now, you feel disoriented and you see your big sis looking down on you, she looks less carefree and more stressed, angry… pure disgust

Fucking lightweight, you’re real pathetic y’know that? Sis

You feel pure confusion, where did this come from? She seemed happy a second ago, was it because i disobeyed her?

she lifts the bottle and pours the rest of the vodka on your face, it entering your nose and makes it hard to breathe

So fucking pathetic, no wonder I’m the favourite, you really ought to know what a little sis’s place is in this world, I’ve been wanting to put you in that place for a while but mommy always got in the way

s- sis? W- what’s gotten into you? Why are you saying that? W- what’s-

you’re interrupted by a swift kick to the face

no no, speak when spoken too, that’s something you’ll have to learn lil sis

she grabs your hair and lifts you up to your knees before walking behind you and ripping off your jacket and skirt, leaving you wearing nothing but a bra and panties

I- it’s cold you say, trying so hard to appeal to her empathy, but sadly that was killed off in her drunken state

you’re cold??? Awwww is big sis cold??? Is that fucking so?

she storms off to the other room, slamming the door behind her, the noise sends chills down your spine, she returns with her outside coat as well as a chain

I can show my lil sis what cold is actually like, maybe then she’ll stop complaining like a bitch

she puts on the coat and wraps the heavy chain around your neck, giving it a strong tug towards her. You sink into dread, the stress sobers you up as you go into complete panic over your current situation and fear sets in

I’m sorry sis, for everything, for anything I’ve done, I’m really really sorry, just tell me what to do and I’ll change it, please big sis!

she simply looks at you in disgust and walks towards the front door, dragging you across with it. You try to fight back, clawing at the old wood floor as splinters enter your feet and fingernails to no avail, your big sis leaves out into the cold snow and you shortly behind

she stops by a large frozen over bucket of water and kicks the ice with her boot, breaking it, before pulling you closer and closer. You put together what she’s planning and your clawing gets worse, crawling on all 4’s away from your sister, grabbing onto anything the panic washing away any agony you should be feeling from the cold. It’s no use

you blink and there you are, on your knees in front of a bucket of ice cold water with your sister holding your hair

please, I’m sorry, whatever I did it won’t happen again, plea- Your big sister cuts you off, plunging your face into the cold water, your muffled screams only heard by the one forcing you to endure, she pulls your head out viciously

fuck that’s cold! My hand! Shit!

she lets go of your hair leaving you to fall to the floor, unable to catch your breath from your frozen lungs as your sister breaths on the hand she held your head with trying to warm it up cursing all the while

you realise she’s facing away from you so you move as fast as you can away from her, that being crawling like a whipped dog at a snails pace towards the cabin, your dreams of relief cut short by your chain being yanked back as you feel someone grab your arms, pulling you back to the water and forcing your head back under the water, this time with their boot and for longer

you twitch and squirm and scream to no result, you can barely move or do anything, you start to think the worse “am I going to die, is she going to kill me? I don’t want to die!!!” Your face turns numb from the cold but the rest of your body is in excruciating pain

eventually the boot gets released and you jolt back onto the snow, coughing up water that entered your lungs

“I’m bored, let’s go back into the cabin. Find something useful to do with that kindling you chopped up so nicely~”

[whumpy-wyrms]

whumper accidentally leaving tiny whumpee trapped in their jacket pocket and putting it through the washing machine with them inside

[2snuffseb]

thinking the usual waterboarding, guns and being beaten up thoughts… sigh!

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Augusnippets Day 7: Waterboarding

cw: interrogation/torture, near-drowning, strangulation

previous // next

for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 493

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His lungs screamed, spasming with a panic that took to his veins like liquid fire. No amount of logic could overcome it; there was only pure fear, desperate and animalistic. There was only the water, only the absence of breath.

They let him up.

Kaius sagged against the rim of the basin, too weak to pull himself into a seated position, and choked down all the air he could. They had him in a kneel, ankles and wrists bound behind him. With the desperation to breathe gone, the pain came back, more a roar than a trickle. A shoulder was certainly dislocated, a knee sprained at the least, the rest of him aching and exhausted. His shaky groan turned to a yelp as one of the masked men grabbed him by the hair.

“Tell the truth this time.” He shook him, and Kaius winced as the motion jostled his knee.

“Are you a cop? FBI?”

“No…”

The man struck him. “I told you not to lie. I know you're here to spy on us.”

Yes and no. They'd been sent to locate the smuggling ring. It was rather unfortunate they'd located him first.

“I don't even know who you are,” Kaius protested. It was the truth, by technicality, and apparently the wrong thing to say. His head was shoved underwater before he could snatch much of a breath. Instinct took over before he could stop it, his body thrashing, struggling, wasting precious oxygen in its fear.

His lungs gave out before his captor, sucking in water, shocking his system, making everything worse—

The hand tightened in his hair, hauling him up and throwing him onto his back. Kaius couldn't scream as the full weight on his body landed on his shoulder. He couldn't even breathe.

Somehow he managed to get onto his side, heaving up water; breathing what little he could through his stinging nose. The man rolled him onto his back, boot heavy on his chest.

“You gonna fess up?”

As the room wavered around him, Kaius briefly considered it. Agreeing that he was a cop, he was a spy. But that would only lead to more questions. What did they send you to get? Where is the rest of your team?

He couldn't give them up.

Instead of providing an answer that would only be ignored, Kaius kept silent, glaring up at his captor.

“Answer me.” The pressure increased; his teeth were chattering. Still, he said nothing.

“Little shit.” The man dropped to a kneel, one big hand wrapping around Kaius's throat. “I said, answer me.”

Damn it all. Kaius closed his eyes, willing himself to pass out quickly when the inevitable began.

He thought this might be better than the water. Less burning, less finality, but as fingers dug into the sensitive skin of his throat, another hand joining in to compress and crush the delicate bones, squeezing out any air, he realized how stupid it was to have a preference.

[just-here-for-the-whump]

@whumpgifathon | Day 5: Water

Waterboarding

Arrow 3x13 Canaries

[baughtio]

Whumpee is a royal offspring, taken hostage from the harbour by enemy marine troops as part of a peace treaty. From their loaded ship, the troops eye the harbour from a distance, in case an opportunity arises.

Imagine all the whump…

Whumpee is treated like a cabin boy, bending to the crew’s every whim

The ship is too far offshore that whumpee cannot possibly escape, despite being able to see their castle from the small hole in their closet

Whumpee choking and splashing on water as they’re tagged alongside the boat (for fun), leashed to the deck by coarse ropes

Being dragged out of the sea, water fluttering from whumpee’s eyelashes; they’re a shivering mess

Left collapsed on the deck until dawn. Whumpee blinks at the sky’s pink and orange hues through lidded eyes. Throw in a flying seagull or two to symbolise freedom

“Allies” (whumpee’s guardian, boss, team etc) anger the troops in some way, so they take it out on whumpee. e.g., The sleep-deprived whumpee notices the crew eyeing them weirdly while they’re serving breakfest. They hear rumours of “a turn of events”. Moments later, whumpee is called to the bridge of the ship where the captain awaits. They drag their trembling selves up and kneel before the captain for mercy and a time to explain their allies’ misconduct, but before they can utter a single “please”, the captain shoots their thigh.

Whumpee gasping with tears in their eyes as they bleed out in front of everybody. Another bang and scalding hot pain courses through their shoulder

Whumpee looks up at passing crew members with imploring eyes, but most look away. Some chuckle and even get a few kicks in

Later, whumpee is made to clean the puddle of blood they made. The crew laugh at how they stumble around and try to stand up by leaning on the mop

[crimsons-whump-pile]

nearly FORGOT to do a prompt today, so a quick one before dinner: waterboarding! and its various aftereffects of course, bc what’s better than drowning your whumpee a little at a time as they thrash where they’re tied to the chair? letting the water build up in their lungs until they’re close to drowning even without your interference!