#torture cw (implied)

[quantumfeat72]

forgot to tell y'all i wrote a fic! it's an alternate version of my assassiffrin au, where siffrin tried to go through with killing mirabelle

(It's fully written - 5 of the 7 chapters are up already, and the rest should be out in a few days)

edited by my brother @xidnaf :>

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Weakness

Thank my friends for asking for another Bucky torture fic. Reader is a part of the Weapon X programme and has claws like X-23.

Inspiration for fic is here

Summary: You and Bucky get captured by a familiar figure.

You should have seen this coming. Of course they would find out about your one weakness, of course they would exploit it, of course they would use it against you.

You test the restraints, wincing as they dig into your skin, drawing blood. Your wrists are tightly bound to the sides of the wall, there's no leeway to pull. Your ankles are chained to the floor, forcing you to kneel. There's a metal collar around your neck, a chain extending from it to the handle attached to the floor in front of you. A collar that suppresses your mutation, preventing your healing factor from kicking in. Your claws are still accessible, but popping them would mean permanent damage since you can't heal anymore. It's not like you can move your arms anyways, the most you can do is wait for a stupid lackey to come close enough before popping the claws into their flesh. Doing that would be akin to suicide, and you have yet to find out where they've taken Bucky.

Your one weakness.

The love of your life.

Your everything.

Once again they've taken everything from you. Even after all these years, they still find a way to ruin your life. You growl, hearing the sound of footsteps outside and the door slides open, revealing your former handler.

"Welcome home, X."

You remain silent, glaring at him and he simply smiles back, patting you on the head. He turns around, gesturing for someone to come in and your nostrils flare.

Blood. Bucky's.

The Winter Soldier is dragged in, bruises and cuts littering his skin. He snarls, struggling against his captors and is met with the butt of a rifle against his temple, which causes your chains to rattle as your body instinctively moves, wanting to protect him, but it can't.

"Touch him and I'll kill you," you growl, suppressing the urge to pop your claws. Your claws can't solve this situation, but your brain can, and you need your blood inside your body if your brain is going to function at its maximum capacity.

Bucky is pinned to the floor, wrist cuffed behind his back as a collar is forced around his neck. A shock collar. You know that ugly hunk of metal from anywhere, you once wore it for years on end, with it activating every time you failed. You remember the white hot pain that would race through your body, spikes piercing through your skin into your very bones as you writhed on the floor. You remember the way your handler would turn it up whenever he felt like it, knowing that your healing factor would just piece you back together. You remember the way your vision would swim back into focus, body still twitching from the lingering shocks, chest heaving as he stood over you, smiling all the while.

"Do you remember this place?" He ignores your threat, walking towards you and lifts your head up with a finger underneath your chin.

"Am I supposed to?" You spit back, eyes narrowed.

"I'm hurt, X. This is where we had the most fun together, didn't we?" He lets go with a sigh, turning to face Bucky. "Let's pick up where we left off, shall we?"

"I'll flay you alive the moment you lay a finger on him." The threat rumbles in your chest. He laughs, squatting down so that he's eye level with you and yanks Bucky's head upwards by his hair. Bucky grunts in pain, then spits in his face, causing you to laugh. Your former handler sighs, wiping the mess away and pulls Bucky closer to him.

"Do you know what I did whenever X misbehaved?" He whispers in Bucky's ear but your hearing picks it up anyways. You know he intended for you to hear it, it makes the next part hit even harder.

"I'd do this." You let out a shout, straining against your restraints. He lets go and presses a button, causing the collar to spark.

Bucky screams.

His body convulses, electricity tearing through him. You howl out more threats, but your former handler remains unfazed. He simply watches on, smiling whenever he looks over at you until he lets go of the button and the shock collar stops.

Bucky lies curled up on the floor, chest heaving, painful breaths drawn. His body spasms every now and then, aftereffects of the torture coursing through him. You're panting heavily now, eyes wide, rivulets of blood streaming down your wrists from where the metal has ripped open skin. Your former handler rises and stalks over to you, pressing the device into your palm.

"That was just a starter," he hisses into your ear. "You should have known, misbehaviour is punished."

"I'll make you eat your own guts," you snap back.

"Watch it. Don't give me any more ideas, X." He chuckles, a finger trailing down your cheek. "Doesn't this remind you of the good old days? What fun we had, you and I."

"You sicken me."

"At least I didn't kill children and elderly." He leans in, pressing a kiss to your jaw. "Come on now, memories clawing up at you, hm?"

Bile rises to your throat, your stomach churning. You can smell his scent, his pleasure and it makes you nauseous. He traces a finger along your throat where the collar doesn't cover, clearly delighting in how uncomfortable he's making you. Bucky makes a little noise of pain when your former handler presses the device a little too hard into your palm, causing the button to be depressed just that little bit and activate the shock collar for a short moment.

"Let's make some new ones." He presses his lips against yours, his hand against yours and the button is pressed down all the way. Bucky screams once again but you can't see him, your vision blocked by your former handler who continues forcing the kiss, refusing to let you pull away.

"Eyes on me, X." He whispers. You try to move your hand but he's too strong. His hand pins yours to the wall, forcing the device snugly into your palm. You can't let of the button, not even when Bucky's screams increase in pitch. You know he's hurting, that he's in a world of pain right now but you can't do anything. You're powerless, and panic starts to bubble to the surface.

"Let go. Now." You force yourself to breathe normally, pushing down the spiking anxiety.

"Or?" He plants feather light kisses along your jaw.

"Or I'll strangle you with your own tongue." It's getting harder to ignore Bucky's heart-wrenching cries of pain, and your chest aches even more knowing that you're technically playing a part in his torture. It's your palm that is holding down the button, even if it's your former handler's palm that is forcing the device to press against yours.

He laughs, but lets go of your palm. The device clatters to the floor, the shock collar deactivating now that the button is no longer being pressed. The smell of vomit fills your nose, mixing with the slightly burnt scent of flesh. Bucky twitches, pained whimpers escaping his lips and you snarl, wanting nothing more than to bury your claws in your former handler's stomach and watch as life fades from his eyes.

"Let's see, what else is there to do." Your former handler frowns, pretending to be deep in thought. "Ah, I know. This!"

He holds up a brand triumphantly and you threaten to shove it up his ass if he dares to use it on Bucky but he only laughs harder at the threat.

"Really now? That's the best you can do?"

The thick scent of heat starts to fill the air and he nods at the two guards who have been standing at the door the whole time. They move towards Bucky, stripping him of his shirt and flip him to face the ceiling. You can see his chest heaving, the fear in his ice blue eyes as he stares up at the brand that has started to glow orange from the heat. You pull at your restraints, shouting for your former handler to stop but he doesn't listen.

"Can you feel it? The sweetness of dread, knowing that pain is going to come but being unable to do anything about it? The heat that rises off the metal, warming your skin?" The brand inches ever closer and Bucky sucks in a breath, struggling to move out of the way. "Unh uh, you're being very naughty."

Metal meets flesh and a sizzling sound fills the air. Followed by an ear piercing scream. The cloying smell of burnt flesh seeps into your nose, coaxing bile up your throat. The screaming fades into thin air, only because Bucky's throat has gone hoarse from all the previous screaming and only soundless cries spill from his lips. You don't know which is worse, hearing his screams of pain or watching his face contort in agony as his throat produces soundless screams.

He thrashes beneath the metal brand, arm and legs held down by the two guards as the heat carves into his flesh, permanently marking his chest. You scream, shout, plead for them to stop, beg to take his place but they all fall on deaf ears. Streams of blood now coat the underside of your forearm, claws popped out of instinct despite your best efforts to keep them sheathed but you know the pain is nothing compared to what Bucky is going through right now.

"Stop!" You scream, desperately trying to reach the man you love. "Stop it, please!"

Your former handler's laugh fills the room, fueling your desperation. Your wrists are raw and bloody, but pain is nothing new to you. You've been cut open and sewn back together time after time, pain is your old friend and it won't stop you.

"Make me."

You let out a cry that's mixed with pain and fury, pulling at the restraints with all your might but it's futile. All you manage to do is destroy your wrist, leaving your hands as bloody strips of flesh with bone, your ankles still chained to the floor. You can't move, you can't do anything. You can't even heal, thanks to the suppressant collar around your neck. All you can do is watch as the ones you love get hurt, die, be taken from you.

You're weak. Powerless. You always have been, and always will be.

You collapse to the floor, tears streaming down your face, mixing with the blood that has pooled on the ground. The smell of burnt flesh hangs in the air, tearing you apart.

"Y/N." A soft croak barely reaches your ears. You sniff, looking up at Bucky. You can see the pain in his eyes, the fear that he's trying so hard to hide and your heart shatters all over again.

"I love you."

Your eyes widen. He exhales, a look of relief in his eyes, replaced with a flash of pain when a boot digs into the raw burn mark.

"How cute, but they're mine." Your former handler sneers, bending down so that he can slam Bucky's head into the ground out of sheer spite.

I love you. The words ring in your head. What's left of your hands twitch. Then a flash of metal as your claws plunge into your former handler's eyes and drag down to open his throat. You scream, howling out all the pain you've kept inside, letting out all the anger bottled within you and he collapses to the ground, choking to death on his own blood. The two guards rush forward, firing warning shots but you have enough time to slice through the chains around your ankles and you spring at them, ignoring the pain that's ripping through your body. Your claws tear through flesh with ease, slicing open throats and ripping stomachs apart. An animalistic roar bursts forth from your throat as you bathe in the blood of your tormentors, chest heaving from exertion.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill.

Love.

Kill.

Love.

Love.

Bucky.

All the fight leaves your body at once and you collapse to the floor, the world spinning around you. The last thing you see are a pair of ice blue eyes filled with concern before the world turns black.

Bucky.

[an-albino-pinetree]

A friend requested that I combine BOTH Freakshow TADC AUs

@hootbon ‘s Freakshow AU Jax

and

And my version of @kookydoodleky ‘s Freakshow AU Jax

anyways- we got this freak, and I kinda went ham n’ got carried away with my ideas for him, even if they really have nothing to do with either AU—

UNDER THE CUT you will find my bullshit ✨ WARNINGS: Potentially disturbing/triggering content mentions, dark horror elements, discussion of mild torture, injury, blood, sadistic tendency, knives, cuts, bruises, all that fun stuff that I like but some people don’t and that’s okay sdjhjh

Character and game route mechanic bullet points ✨🎡 (Boy howdy do I love myself a horror visual novel weeee!) :

Blending the two AUs was easy, all it had to be, was the mythical circus animals, from Kooky’s AU, but if they were severely mistreated.

-The Jackalope’s clown costume barely fits him anymore, and if one of the bells punched through his ears, for atheistic purposes by the ringmaster, catches on something, the wounds reopen, and they start to bleed again. This happens often.

-The physical pain and mental suffering, being a part of this circus has caused its attractions, has affected each one in a drastically different way.

The Jackalope:

-The Jackalope is a sadist.

-The Jackalope has eaten people.

-The Jackalope’s ear is bent due to a mild deformity

-The Jackalope has a strong obsession with games. Particularly card games.

-The Jackalope carries a deck of cards in his overalls pocket.

-In-Game, regardless of what dialogue choices you pick for The Jackalope, he will ask you if you want to play cards, at the end of every conversation.

-Do not take him up on his offer.

-He will ask you every time you interact with him. He may get increasingly pushy about the invite, but you will never be forced into a game.

-A strange rule of respect he won’t change? Worried his urgency to get you to play, will give away sinister intentions? We might never know the true reason.

-Although he will play fairly (until he starts to lose) he is brag-worthy good, and there are painful, sadistic, prices to pay, if you lose to him.

-He won’t kill you. It being “over” is not fun to him. But he will do just about anything that won’t kill you.

- He will also let you run away, after a few rounds/a few losing punishments, and will be surprised yet thrilled, if you choose to return to him for another game. (You need to do this to unlock a special ending and achievement)

Card Punishment Levels:

-If he’s damaging your body, he likes you. In his twisted head, that’s light punishment.

-If he’s damaging your hands in any way (aka, the things you need to play cards with him, and do just about any other life task easily, but that doesn’t mean as much to him) you’ve done something to make him really dislike you.

In-Game Violence Warnings and Injury Descriptions:

Knives

Cutting

Blood

Bruises

Broken bones

Wrist injury

Hand injury

Severing of fingers

Biting

Biting off fingers

Burning

[REDACTED]

[peachymune]

Your story is changing.

[loaffofbred]

on the same page

a normal qlandduo convo :)

[purpleglitch]

TW: Blood, Injuries, Scars and Bruises

C!Dream in pain :( doodle that got out of hand while i'm sick 🤕

Guys drawing blood is so fun help

Zoom in for the details, recommended high screen brightness for better view ^_^

[whump-in-the-closet]

Pirate Whump

the brig!! thrown in there and forgotten while saltwater seeps through and drenches whumpee constantly leaving them coughing and miserable

lack of sleep, forced to be on duty for hours at a time

smacking whumpee to the deck with a blow that leaves their eyes watering.

scrubbing the deck until their hands are scraped and bleeding. their arms and back ache so badly that when they stand up, they immediately double over.

flogging for minor mistakes. the humiliation of having their shirt ripped away and the stabbing, sharp pain of the cat o'nine tails on their skin is enough to break down the most stoic of the crew

collapsing on deck. in general. fainting. nausea. suddenly light headed and woozy from blood loss

falling to the deck on hands and knees and scraping them on the rough, worm-eaten wood

hostage situations on “friendly” terms. whumpee can wander around on deck and maybe they even joke around with some of the pirates. but the minute they try to escape, there’s a sweeping blade at their throat and someone roughly manhandling them to the captains quarters to be “dealt with”

being made an example of for misconduct is often extreme and cruel. there are no laws on the high seas

the damage left by the opposing side’s cannon fire? timber embedded in limbs, gaping wounds, and formerly brave sailors curling up in fetal positions to try and protect themselves

a captain whumper who calls their prisoner whumpee “darling” in the most derogatory way possible.

emergency first aid being applied hurriedly and with unskilled hands.bandages made from old shirts, amputations done unabashedly and crew mates being carried back fireman style to their ship.

“bite down on this” and “don’t look” as they cut away a damaged limb, multiple crew members holding whumpee down

mer whumpees— caught and put on a leash so they’re dragged along the side of the boat. sometimes they pull whumpee up and “have a bit of fun” as whumpee thrashes and gasps for air.

captain whumpee found stranded on an island by an opposing captain. they’re “taken care of” by being humiliated and beaten, laughed at, and forced to be the cabin boy

[thespianinthebackcorner]

So uh. Cw for psychological torture (specifically white room torture/sensory deprivation). Sorry chat but I've seen no one acknowledge this

is anyone going to acknowledge the fact that the sonic franchise canonically subjected a character to white room torture for like 20 consecutive years and he kinda just hasn't been let out

Because assuming after Generations all the structures in the White Space returned to their time and are no longer in there, it means Mephiles has been stuck in 100% white sensory deprivation hell since 2006 with only one instance where he actually got any sort of relief from that. And gens was in 2011, which a lot of people forget in Meph's case because of shadow gens releasing this year. So what we saw of him then was meph in 2011, not 2024. And although it probably wasn't as long between all the games, as far as I'm aware we can't tell how long the whole franchise has taken so far, so unless we do have that information all I can say is that Gens probably took place in the original game's release year and he's been in there for nearly 20 years 😭 for a guy who was just trying to fix himself (admittedly, he was going about it in some shitty ways but also like fuck dude do you really expect a tortured, split, half god to be making decisions that align with everyone's morals) that is CRAZY???? LET HIM OUT HELLO HE PROBABLY DOESNT EVEN KNOW HIS OWN NAME ANYMORE

Especially considering the last thing he was told was "there is no future for you. Ever." That was probably rotating in his mind for AGES he probably hasn't forgotten the words but has forgotten all semblance of what they mean. man I knew IDW went into psych horror genre but I didn't realise the GAMES did it 😭😭😭 meph they will never make me hate you

For reference. This is what the Wikipedia page on white room torture says that's relevant to this.

😭meph... Set him free... Sega I beg of you

Alternatively, what the fuck is Infinite doing inside the Phantom Ruby is he going through the same thing

I'm aware that the "stick them in the universe back corner jail" is story code for "keep them out unless we feel like bringing them back" but also Sega you've accidentally back cornered this guy into either needing one HELL of a redemption/recovery storyline or just never appearing again and literally fucking dying in there. Dissolving or some shit. Let him OUT😭

[greenstar01]

Cw:implied torture!

This is my first official animation meme, and I'm really proud of it!!><

[an-albino-pinetree]

Critical sass levels.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 13 - Vein

Wolfstar, March 13, word count 401

Previous part First part

CW - Implied torture

Walburga sneered down at him once she’d got over the shock at seeing that Sirius’s secret boyfriend was the server from her parties. 

“You’ve caused a lot of trouble for my family,” she said to him, her voice haughty and cold. Remus tried to shuffle in his seat, but the restraints were too tight. 

“I don’t know what you mean. I haven’t done anything,” Remus said back, calmly having given up on his restraints. Walburga leant in, her breath roasting across Remus’s skin. 

“You dragged my heir back to a life unsuited to his birthright.” Remus wanted to spit at her, but he held himself back. He could feel a vein pulsing in his neck as he fought not to say what he was thinking. Sirius had been the one to pursue him. Sirius had been the one who stuck around, not wanting to be outside their little bubble. His shoulders slumped. Remus needed Sirius just as much as Sirius needed him. “You will never contact my son or any member of this family again. If you do, I’ll…” 

“You’ll what?” Remus cut her off. “Do to me what you did to Regulus? Oh, yeah, I know all about poor Regulus,” He added when her eyes widened in shock. Walburga recovered quickly, forcing her face to appear neutral. She raised her hand and slapped him so hard across his cheek that his ears rang. 

“I do not know what you have been told, but Regulus took the coward's way out, but I’m sure no one would miss you.” She took out a sheet of paper and read off it. “Remus John Lupin, currently residing in.” She paused. “In my son’s flat,” She turned and hissed something at one of the men, and he rushed out of the room. She scanned the rest of the words on the paper, clearly all the information they had on him. He knew when she got to the part where he worked in the Black Star hotel because her nostrils flared. She looked up at him, a look of disgust on her face. “You appear to be a pricklier thorn in my side than I anticipated. Avery, Wilkes, do your thing.” She left Remus and the two other men alone, slamming the door behind her as Avery and Wilkes advanced towards him. Remus stared straight at them. He knew what was about to happen. He steeled himself. He was well acquainted with pain, but this was going to be nothing like he’d ever experienced before.  

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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?"

[half-a-life-left]

LOYALTY (PART 4/?)