#cw restrained

[buf309-art-binder]

[DOPPELGÄNGER] - Sidestory 1 - Twilight Zone

<<< Read from the start

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This scene will happen in the future. But it's going be skimmed over and just mentioned by passing, because of space and plot pacing.

A deleted scene, or something like that.

[whump-in-the-closet]

"Am I a dog to you?"

inspired by @girlsdogmotif v amazing post <2

The car jerked to a stop.

Shuddering in the trunk, Sidekick squeezed their eyes shut, tears drying on their eyelashes. Their aching muscles, twisted into awkward positions, had gone numb—heavy—a long time ago.

The trunk door popped open with an automated hiss.

Villain stood over them, grinning. "Not so bold now, huh, punk?"

Everything slammed into place. The abduction. The showmanship. Villain’s signature cruelty dressed as charm.

Sidekick seethed into their gag, jaw aching with tension. Go to hell.

Villain laughed, teeth white. Bending down, he ruffled Sidekick's hair, starting from the base of their scalp and running his fingers up, up, up. Slow. Deliberate.

Sidekick flinched back, breathing hard and fast. Don't touch me.

Villain tsked and slapped Sidekick smartly. "Down, boy."

Not even the shadowy light could hide the burning in Sidekick's eyes or the sudden, stinging flush of humiliation.

Villain stepped back. "Get 'em out."

Villain's henchmen were more than happy to comply. They grabbed Sidekick's arms and hauled them out.

Fuck you guys too.

The garage's concrete floor smelled like dust, copper, and spilled blood.

Sidekick suppressed a gag, elastic muscles twitching in their throat-- could have been a combination of fear and nausea. Who knew.

The henchmen dropped them to the ground. And they collapsed, rubbery legs doing nothing to support them. With hands behind their back, they quite literally ate shit, hitting the ground with their shoulder and face.

"Mmm-ff!

Crismon pain exploded in their face, sensitive nerve endings scraped off and bruising skin left shredded.

Distorted laughter surrounded them.

Right, 'cause this is the kind of slapstick humor they like.

Villain knelt down and grabbed Sidekick's chin, ripping their head up.

"If you scream," he whispered, "There's no one to hear you but us."

Sidekick snarled into the gag. Hero will come.

"Hero isn't coming," Villain smiled. "I made sure of that."

Sidekick's confidence faltered and they looked away, everything suddenly throbbing.

Almost gently, Villain began to untie the outer part gag, letting the bloody layers drop away. The wad of cloth, buried so deep into Sidekick that it almost reached their trachea, remained. "Now, drop it." His grin had never left.

You're joking.

"C'mon boy, drop it." Villain's fingers dug into the sides of Sidekick's mouth, pinching, forcing Sidekick's torn mouth open.

Their stomach dropped, the world suddenly spinning.

More laughter from the henchmen.

Sidekick flushed a furious shade of red. They stretched their mouth around the wad of cloth and worked it out. They retched. Once, twice Finally, they coughed the thing out, dripping with saliva and copper blood.

Villain stroked Sidekick's trembling jaw. "There you go."

With aching teeth, Sidekick slurred out, "Am I a...dog to you?"

Villain chuckled, blue eyes dangerously bright. "You were Hero's lapdog first. Now you're mine."

Then watch me fucking bite.

[ladyprophet]

I'll let you, beautiful viewer, decide on the when, how and why behind this situation!

[fabshroom]

Day 3: Muzzle

(+ Day 20: restrained)

Prompts can be found here: whumptober prompts

Achievement tracker: 2/9

[kabr0ztrousers]

Just read episode 51 and that was hot as hell. Especially the way she fucked herself on his cock and ground that flare into her cervix to stop him going soft and his cum leaking out of her.

Thank you so much!

Would love to see something where she ends up being strapped to him again as a breeding bitch for him or other centaurs, and eventually with her pregnant belly hanging down too.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 81: Alternative ending

This story won't make sense if you haven't read episode 51!

And here's the rest of the anthology!

CWs: Noncon; kidnap; forced impregnation; freeuse; belly riding; Lots of the same issues as the first iteration. Please look that one over, if it's too heavy this one will be too

A/N: Think of this as a "What If..?" for episode 51. I'm not sure which will wind up being canon if I agglomerate a universe around this, but it doesn't really matter either way

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You solicited the help of a centaur to escape a city. It was a desperate gambit, strapped to the underside of a half-horse half-man to slip by the gatehouse through the one un-warded route out.

He never met back up with his partner, diverting South into the woodlands. He ran for miles with you suspended under him, his gargantuan cock softening and slipping out of you within minutes of leaving the city walls. A trail of cum leaked from you as you struggled under his belly. The knots were tight, the ropes stout. Every move you made only served to bind you tighter.

Eventually he stopped running, alighting on a stand of dark oak trees, sheets strung from tree to tree making up awnings. His home. He never bothered to remove you.

Day after day, he'd take you. Every time would start the same, that cock would start dangling below you. You were helpless to do anything but watch as it slid out to its full length, dangling below the centaur's knees. He'd let it hang there a moment, steaming in the cold winter air.

Slowly, it would harden. Thickening from the base downwards. Swinging up towards you over and over, slapping against your belly. Every swing hit your cunt, slinging a thread of sticky precum at you as it slapped your flesh. Over and over it would swing, the flared tip engorging with each stroke. Sometimes he's get too stimulated from just slapping his cock against you and a gout of cum would erupt from him, covering you and dripping onto the dirt floor.

Today was not one of those days. Today he wouldn't be satisfied with anything but your cunt. You felt him grab the ropes, leaning back to haul you towards his front legs so when the pendulous cock swung up the tip threatened your hole, slicking it with precum. He stepped up to a fallen log, bracing you against it as he swung into you again, pushing the flare into you. You were well-used to the thickness of it by now. That didn't stop it making you gasp as you felt it wedge you open. It wasn't as hard as the actual shaft of his cock, but it was as thick as both of your fists held together. Firm, with just enough give to avoid doing serious harm to you, the flare held him into you. He thrust. The weight of his body pressing you down into the rough bark of the log. The cock forced itself deeper into you. You stifled a sob as it bottomed out on your cervix, then pushed harder, sliding past and into the fornix. Here he rested a moment. The flare pressing into the very back wall of your pussy.

You tried to catch your breath, feeling the cock stretching you, pressing into your guts. The centaur shuddered slightly, the wobbling motion shaking him inside you. You whined as the cock shook you to the core. He grunted, seemingly taking your noise as a challenge as he pressed you back against the log, bracing your chest into it as he thrust in harder, forcing you back down towards his hips. You felt him stretching you, pushing the limits of your depth.

You felt his sheath. The very base of his cock. He started galloping. The movement shook you, rubbing his member against your insides. Faster and faster he ran, leaping boughs and streams until he stopped.

With a howl, he came. You felt it, the familiar pressure of the cum flooding you. You could feel yourself bloating. The force of the cum fought the still almost-hard cock occupying your quim. He flopped out of you, the cock still standing strong as it pointed instead at your dangling face. A rope hit you, painting you in the strong smelling seminal fluids of your kidnapper. He wasn't done yet. More came, painting your belly, then still more, squirting onto the ground before the dripping mass of cockmeat started to recede back into him.

Weeks passed, every day bringing more attempts to flood you with his seed, some more successful than others. One day you could deny it no more, your belly was growing. He didn't feed you enough to grow fat, even with your now sedantary lifestyle. There was only one explanation.

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One of these days, I'll get the drop on these things. Until then, I'm gonna be pulling more late nights.

Semi-unrelated, if you're in the UK and have £10 to spare, you can get a subscription to the National Theatre's streaming service. It's pretty good

[saetiate]

hiori x chronically ill reader where he catches you when he senses you're about to pass out, holds you steady through jolts of pain, carries you from your desk to your bed when you can't move. there's something about you, about this, that he loves. his little broken thing, a sparrow that can't take flight properly. you need him, your hard huffs of breath and pain that only he can soothe.

[lemissingmask]

[ID: Messy sketch in grey scale with blood in red of Eliot Spencer with his arms chained behind his back and raised slightly by attachment of the chain to some point above him. He’s wearing a t-shirt and looks angry, and there’s dried blood on his face and t-shirt. End ID]

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Whumptober Day 9: Arms restrained behind back

A messy last minute addition done with jet lag 🫣

[whumpdrivethru]

can I get Whumpee in the aftermath of a battle trapped under rubble from a building collapse, and a panicky Caretaker thinking their dead for a moment. one their out Whumpee ends up with serious damage to their ribs and a hard time breathing, and Caretaker has to cary them to a healer.

Thank you for choosing the Whump Drive Thru, enjoy your order!

Warnings: Minor blood, restraining, exhaustion, and major injury

When the building fell, Caretaker had been the first to notice. Because Whumpee was in that area, they were one of the heroes fighting there.

Caretaker wasn’t a hero themself, but that didn’t mean they weren’t able to get to the scene quickly once it happened. 

Only because they weren’t a hero, they weren’t allowed near until the fighting was over. They argued with the officers blocking off the scene, the officers argued back. When they shoved one to the side to get closer 3 more showed up and restrained them, holding Caretaker back while they kicked and screamed.

“My friend is in there, let me through! I need to see my friend! LET ME THROUGH, I NEED TO SEE THEM, GET OFF OF ME YOU FUCKS GET OFF, LET ME THROUGH!”

Irritation grew, as did their panic. The longer they were prevented from nearing the scene and finding Whumpee, the less likely Whumpee would survive.

Everyone else was dismissed and very few were allowed by the scene for various work reasons. Caretaker was stared at, ignored, treated like some crazy person as they continued to yell to be let through to find Whumpee.

“LET GO OF ME, LET GO OF ME, I NEED TO SEE THEM, I NEED TO SEE WHUMPEE! LET ME THROUGH!”

It continued on and on, until their voice couldn’t handle it. One of Whumpee’s colleagues walked up, recognizing Caretaker. “Hey, hey! Calm down! We’ll find Whumpee. They’ll be okay, you-”

“Don’t talk down to me, dammit! I saw a BUILDING fall on them for crying out loud!” Caretaker yelled back, their voice raw from all the screaming. They stared down the other hero.

After a moment there was a sigh, and the person turned to the officers. “Let them through, they’re just worried about one of our own. If they have information about the location of someone it’s worth letting them in.”

The officers hesitated for a few seconds before complying, Caretaker being motioned to follow by the other hero. 

They didn’t follow though. 

Instead they ran, they ran and ran and ran, directly towards the rubble. Directly towards Whumpee. 

They knew where it had happened, but Whumpee wasn’t anywhere near the surface. So Caretaker started pushing, used what strength they had to shove pieces of concrete wall out of the way, coughing at the dust, nearly cutting themself on the glass of broken windows and mirrors, until they saw it.

A hand. The rest of the body was still trapped under layers of debris.

“Shit!” 

Caretaker started trying to move what they could, but it was too much. They’d exhausted their strength already. They weren’t a hero, and now because of that decision their friend-

They tried not to think about it. Tears began to well up in their eyes, their shoulder pushing against a massive piece of drywall, and not getting very far.

“No… No!” Their body slumped against the debris, jagged edges cutting into their side as their strength gave out. “No…”

The tears fell against their face. They heard noise but they couldn’t focus on it. 

Whumpee… Whumpee is-

The sounds got louder. Caretaker’s breath went ragged. The pieces of wall poking at them slowly alleviated. People gathered around. Other heroes, as it took Caretaker a bit to realize.

They moved the debris. Got rid of everything burying Whumpee. Removed layer after layer of stuff crushing them.

Finally, their body was uncovered. Caretaker feared for the worst.

And their fears were almost realized.

Blood was everywhere. Their clothes were torn. Their face was expressionless.

Caretaker was on them immediately, checking, just checking on their friend, until…

A light groaning sounded. It was painful. But it was there. Caretaker’s tears shifted from those of pain and worry and fear to those of relief. They held Whumpee close as they slowly regained consciousness.

“Hey… Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay now. You’re okay… it’s gonna be okay, Whumpee.”

Whumpee curled into them and winced as they irritated one of their major injuries. 

“What is it?” Caretaker asked gently.

“Mmmm… m’ side…” Whumpee groaned out, their breaths coming in ragged.. 

Caretaker carefully graced their hand along Whumpee’s torso. Their heart practically dropped as they felt a divot where their ribs should be. 

“We’ll… I’ll get you to a healer, okay? Don’t worry… It’ll be fine… I’ll get you to a Healer, they’ll patch you right up. Just hold on for me, alright Whumpee?”

They groaned while Caretaker slowly lifted them up. They made a pained sound with each breath they took in. 

Caretaker had already exerted most of their strength, running over and trying to uncover Whumpee on their own, so they weren’t sure how far they could make it. But they knew someone close.

Possibly the only other person they trusted with Whumpee’s life, and their first last resort. Also not a hero, but they were pretty damn close.

The walk was long and excruciating, but Caretaker held in there. They were stubborn, not accepting any help from Whumpee’s colleagues as they rushed out of the site, to a nearby suburban area. They knocked on the door, and the owner of the residence answered fairly quick.

Healer.

They took one look at Whumpee and motioned the two inside. “Come in. Set them on the couch. And lock the door while I get my supplies.”

You have been served by Anath :]

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Do we think color has ever been put (back) into solitary confinement as punishment or for safety reasons during his stays in a ward (or wards) before

[chicaneryatelier]

Younger Roche inspired by Anoke's 'Major Design Flaw' fic series!

Behind Cut- Nekkid Roche tied up by Iorveth and unhappy about it. If you don't want to see that, don't go behind the cut!

[whump-in-the-closet]

What about some sweet drug induced hallucinations :0

content: interrogation, noncon drug, hallucinations, needle

"I'm not telling you a thing!" spat Whumpee, twisting against their restraints.

Whumper laughed. "I'd hardly expect you to say otherwise." They turned to fidget with something just out of Whumpee's view, something metallic, something that clicked and clattered along the table.

There was a sudden, sharp smell of ammonia and harsh chemicals.

"They all say that, to start with." Whumper faced their captive with a hypodermic needle in their blue-gloved hand. "And then they meet my friend." They squirted a small amount of clear liquid into the air, and then nodded, satisfied.

Whumpee forced a laugh of their own. "You think that scares me? A big needle? What am I, five?"

Whumper smiled, teeth razor sharp in the glinting light. It didn't reach their eyes. They stepped closer, "Don't fight it. It'll hurt less this way."

Whumpee fought it. They thrashed and kicked but Whumper merely stepped to the side. Grabbing a fistful of hair, they shoved Whumpee's neck upwards, baring it to the needle.

Whumper wiped a patch of skin clean with an antiinfectant, the cloth stinging cold.

Whumpee snarled. "You'll need more than a needle to get me to break, smartass."

Hot air brushed against Whumpee's ear as Whumper whispered, "I don't need you to break--" the needle pinched the side of Whumpee's throat, ice-cold and biting, "I need you to wish you had."

They let go of Whumpee and stepped away.

The drug hit them like a weight dropped on their chest. The pain was immediate, jagged, gnawing at their inside. Whumpee stifled a cry and slumped against their restraints. Within a few seconds, their limbs stopped listening to them and their head throbbed--pounding to a strain of music they only half-recognized, a song they should know but couldn't place.

It took all of their strength, all of their training to look up. The corners of their vision blurred, twisting into spirals that distorted depth, light, and-- and everything.

Everything.

Whumper stood in the shadows, laughing. Their face--no, their entire head-- shifted. It bloomed into the face of a deer-- a deer with bright, brilliant eyes, its stare too blank, too wide. Its horns spiraled up, up, up into razor-points, syringe-points-- dangerous--horrible.

Whumpee whimpered, drawing back.

Something rose out of the shadows with teeth and burning skin.

-- help me--

Whumper towered over them, the smell of rot overwhelming, singing Whumpee's nostrils.

Whumper ran a hand through Whumpee's hair, laughing with a voice that sounded like wind in the dead trees. "You're not going anywhere."

Something snapped, a knot unraveling in a thousand different directions-- it felt so real, so so real.

More voices. More voices joined the first, whispers curling into the chaos of the drug, pulling at the edges of their sanity.

Help--

[despoticmouse]

If Spearmaster ripped off the flesh covering where it’s mouth would be, would there just be a hole, a normal mouth, or a deformed mouth under there? Would it be able to consume food through whatever is under there?

Ehhh let’s agree not to worry about any of that 🫡

[tomialtooth]

The dichotomy between tenderness and torture Bell would've received during the MK-ULTRA process is something that is very special to me. Tenderness in the wound care they would have needed to receive in order to keep them from dying from the bullet wound they got on the Trabzon Airfield and Torture from all the physical and mental pain that was inflicted on them with the express goal of grinding their entire being to a stub in order to be rebuilt in Adler's image.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Vampire Captures Vampire Hunter to Use as Bloodbag part 4

Warnings: blood, vampire night club, kidnapping of human, intimate vampire whump/blood drinking and violence, dominance power move

The vampire only had two goals: to sate his thirst, and to subdue and dominate the human. Show him who to cower from.

Screams of anger from the hunter turned to wails of pain instead, that rose in pitch to an almost unbearable level the more the vampire took from him.

Alex growled possessively, teeth still locked firmly in his victim's neck, and suddenly clamped a hand over his mouth, muffling the shrieks. His nails dug into the hunter's face, his grip tight enough to bruise.

The human's struggles gradually started to slow, the screaming and wailing losing power and fading weakly. His breaths came fast and ragged through his nose, small whines and whimpers the only sounds escaping him as he lost strength in all his limbs from blood loss.

Alex smiled against his toy's neck, slowly taking his fangs out and licking the wound closed. Thank goodness for the healing properties of vampire saliva. This experience wouldn't be half as fun without it. Because now he could play with his toy again, and again, and again, as long as he was careful never to drink too much in one sitting.

He let go of the hunter's hair and mouth and pulled back to look at him. The man's face was extremely pale, unfocused eyes drifting dizzily around, cloudy with pain. His whole body was trembling like a newborn fawn, whether from shock or terror he couldn't tell.

Alex ran a smooth hand over the side of the hunter's neck, wiping away a few last drops of blood. “That was… better than I expected,” he chuckled cruelly. “Not bad, for a human. Now tell me, are you going to be a problem again during the remaining duration of this drive, or will I have to come back here and shut you up again? Nod if you understand. Will you be a good and obedient little human for me?” Danger edged his voice in every word.

The hunter whimpered pitifully, trying feebly to scoot and shrink away from the vampire.

Fast as a striking snake, Alex's hand moved to wrap around his throat, pinning him back to the seat cushions without applying any real pressure. It was a warning, a power move. “Will. You. Obey?” He hissed, firmer this time.

The hunter's wide eyes met his, no trace of cockiness or stubbornness remaining, nothing but fear in his expression – exactly what the vampire was hoping for. He let out a pained moan, but managed a weak nod, eyes rolling in his skull.

“Good. No more arguing for the rest of the trip, or I'm coming back here again to shut you up.” Alex climbed out of the back, leaving the human sprawled limply across the seats, too weak to fight anymore. He got in front and started the car, speeding back up and merging into the freeway. Maybe he'd been too harsh with his new prize, after all the human had a lot to learn, and the sounds of choked sobs made Alex feel a microscopic pang of guilt. He'd terrified the little creature half to death – he hoped it would still be functional enough to talk later. It would be a pity to break him so quickly.

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[qoldenskies]

Is the lamp incident more traumatic than the docks to Donnie?

i mean despite both incidents being violent i'd say they're too drastically different to properly compare, but i kind of started it by saying the ch11 is Up There, so im gonna go with a reluctant yes.

and i'd mostly say that because the whole thing in the hallway is up there is something insanely traumatic too, and he woke up from that resurfacing memory, immediately broke something, and in a daze believed they were going to HURT him for it. and then they started screaming and pounding on the door, and raph broke it down (there are several reasons that would absolutely terrify him to see), and they held him down as he was bleeding out and begging for them to stop. he actually remembers it pretty clearly. it was just as horrible for him as it was for everyone else.

the moment on the docks was very brief, enough for him to be able to get back up and continue to keep fighting. in the moment he was only shaken and winded, it only set in afterwards how close he was to death as he looked back on it. it was so big to him because it was the first time he really confronted this fear head-on (well, it was mentioned in CL that he had existential terror very young, he didn't handle it well when he realized he was mortal cause a lot of people have that moment when we're kids. but the docks makes him confront how that relates to crime-fighting and the perpetual danger they're in now. it made it all feel so real) it influences a lot of how he acts in CL because of his shame for being traumatized-- it's more about the realization of the danger he was in overall, and how fragile his life actually was, not a particular fear of the shredder or belief he was going to be hurt exactly like that again.

at least in the whole three day fight, he knew he had his brothers to lean on. it was terrifying but he knew he had people in his corner that could defend him when he couldn't defend himself-- even when he had passing doubts (bpd moment, theyre inevitable) it was easy to rationalize it away. but when it comes to almost everything that happens in cc? he was alone. and even if he wasnt, and they were trying to help, he barely processed it. and when everything with the lamp happened he only thought they were breaking down his door to kill him.

[kaleidoru]

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