#tw blindfolds

[serickswrites]

Deprived

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, gags, blindfold, head phones, white torture, cruel whumper

“Well, if you aren’t going to be cooperative,” Whumper said coldly as they looked over their tools of torture, “then I’ll just make sure you have some time to yourself to think.”

Whumpee flinched back in the chair, ropes chafing their wrists, as Whumper stalked towards them once more. “Please! Don’t! I can’t--”

Whumper silenced Whumpee as they shoved a rag in Whumpee’s mouth. Before Whumpee could spit out the rag, Whumper wound duct tape around their head. Once. Twice. Thrice. The thick wad of duct tape over Whumpee’s mouth made it impossible to breathe through their mouth and they could hear their desperate frantic breaths as they prayed their nose would stay clear. 

“So you can hold your tongue.” Whumper smiled darkly. “And this is so that you can be reflective only on your thoughts.” They pulled a blindfold over Whumpee’s eyes, winding the duct tape once more around and around. 

Whumpee couldn’t see anything through the blindfold or the duct tape. Their breaths picked up speed, echoing in their ears as their other senses became unavailable to them. 

“And this,” Whumper’s breath was hot in Whumpee’s ears, “this is so you only hear your thoughts in your head.”

Whumpee pulled their head back wildly as Whumper shoved wads of cotton in their ears. Whumpee felt something cold against their skin as Whumper pulled on protective headphones over their ears. And they felt Whumper wind the duct tape around and around once more. 

It was only then that Whumpee realized they were completely cut off from all senses. Deprived of anything to keep their mind at ease. To keep them distracted. Because now they were alone in the silent darkness with their thoughts and their thoughts alone. 

[fuckdeadarch]

[  BLINDFOLD  ]  - for lulu, from marlene or simon hehe :)

SEXUAL SITUATION MEME. ! / accepting

[  BLINDFOLD  ]  *  our muses have sex while one is blindfolded.*

        Simon was such a sweet man. Sometimes Lulu worried too precious even to entertain the likes of her. In some way or form, she felt like she was corrupting the vampire. Though she couldn’t deny – that was half the thrill. Past her sunshine exterior – she did have the pension to be terribly naughty. “Such a good boy…” Lulu purred – as she tied a black silk blindfold to cover his eyes. She made sure to pull it tight, as not to allow for any sneak peeks.

         “Now, like stay there…” Lulu spoke in hushed tones as she got up. Big blue eyes on her handy work – as she slipped out of her nightgown and let it fall to the floor. Which left the tattooed and pierced body completely nude. Carefully she climbed on top of him and straddled him. Practiced fingers undid his belt and pants. “And good boys deserve to be rewarded.” She pulled down his pants as far as she could.

        Lulu lifted herself, wrapping her slender digits around his cock. Freehand spread her pussy lips open as she aimed him for her entrance. “Now – no peeking, or I’ll stop. Ah~” She let out a soft moan as she descended upon him. Her eyes rolled slightly as she felt him stretch her out. “Mmhmm..” When she finally was filled up by him, she began to rotate her hips as she went up and down. A thumb brushed against his lip, “You are like-Ah~! so totally beautiful-Oh!” Moans began to leave her lips more steadily as she rode him. / @forwardlion

[cassieloveswhump]

Blindfold your whumpees.

Tie their hands together over their head, and put those bindings onto a hook dangling from the roof so that their hands are secured above their head and they can't move away, then blindfold them. Leave them there until they're so tired they'd fall asleep if they could, then beat them up. Punch them in the stomach, and watch them be unable to curl up to protect themself, or use a crowbar if you want more force. Watch them work themself into a panic trying to anticipate and brace for the next blow, then strike at where they're most vulnerable. Rinse and repeat until satisfied.

Bonus marks if whumpee's arms are secured in a way that forces them to stand on their tiptoes in order to relieve the weight pulling on their shoulders, and with every blow they take they lose their balance and have to frantically resume their tiptoe position before their shoulder gets dislocated.

[one-piece-aus]

just read your whumtober 2022 day 28 (the katakuri x reader one where reader get kidnapped and sold off) and i was just wondering if u have a part 2 for it ? if not, could u please make one😭😭😭 it’s fine if u don’t wanna xx

have a good day/night!!

Ahoy! Once again, thank you for coming to the askbox to request for part 2. Hope you don't mind me using it for Whumptober, heh. I might've rushed finishing it since I got stuck and I'm falling behind on the days so if you want another part, lmk

You can read part 1 here

Whumptober Day 18

Katakuri x Reader

"Who knew the Charlottles had pretty women on their crew," One of your buyers laughed.

"Maybe you were just paying attention to their men," you smirked, looking at the person despite the blindfold covering your eyes.

"Why you-"

"Enough Tamaki." Sounds like their boss took control of the room, hard to ignore since he had a booming voice. "You need to get back to cleaning the deck."

"Awww, but I thought we bought her for a little fun."

"We are to deliver her to Doflamingo, if his plan succeeds, the government will reward him handsomely, in turn, we'll be rewarded by him for contributing."

"Doflamingo?" You knew of the Heavenly Demon Warlord, his unmerciful wrath toward anyone outside Dressrosa. He'd be a threat if he didn't keep to himself in his lavish country. "That birdbrain, he's all squawk and no dive," you said in a bored tone.

"Why is she still talking?"

"She kept eating the tape boss."

You heard the boss sigh before footsteps were followed out of the room. Silence is the only thing that stays with you in the room, allowing your mind to settle in the horror of what their boss said.

They were taking you to Doflamingo for a plan. A plan where if he succeeds the government is going to reward him, but he's already a Warlord with his own island, what would he do to get more out of... Is he... Is he planning to take out the entire Big Mom Pirates?

You wiggle your way around, trying lift the blindfold from your eyes when something impacted the ship and sent you crashing against the bars. The bars felt warm and gooey, strange, and now your head felt light before it hits against the hard floor.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"[Y/n]!" Katakuri called for you after entering the cell hall. 

He rushed past the cells, briefly scanning each one for you, and he almost skipped over the one you were in. Haulting in his tracks, he looked into the cell and saw you laying sideways on the ground, your back to him. Relief washed over him and he grabbed onto the bars to move it out of his way when he noticed the bars were a little sticky.

He glanced at the bars, seeing blood on one. His eyes trailed over to you, a small patch of damp hair on the back of head. Fear threw Katakuri's relief out the window, he yanked the cell wall out of its place and tossed it to the side. Kneeling down, he slid you into his arms bridal style and rushed back to the crew he came with.

"Please, stay with me, [Y/n]."

Tag: (The ones who asked for part 2 in comments of the last part) @aceduchessdragoness @ijadedoll @devikaary

[ensikerralla]

a redraw of Hugo Simberg's The Wounded Angel

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Riot Kings, page 138

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Bunny and the guys moving all into one house that way she has easier access to them. I can see Bunny falling asleep on the couch just wearing say Danny or Oscar's shirt and the two Aussie's find her with her perky ass up in the air and they both share a look and decide to fuck her away (consensual)

HAHA REVERSE PLAYBOY BUNNY she’s hugh heffner and they’re all her playboys!!

they’d have her all tuckered out, she’s taking naps any chance she can get bc they keep her up all night. it’s oscar’s idea when they come in from whatever activity they’d been out doing. she’s in a mclaren shirt that oscar assumes is his until they get closer and realize it’s one of daniel’s old ones as he’s lifting her hips so daniel can stack throw pillows under her to hold her up so they don’t have to. oscar knows she’s tired because she doesn’t even react to his movements as they set her up. she’d be wet already but he’d spit on his fingers and open her up just in case, slick his cock up with more spit just so he’s nice and wet just like she is. he’d be so slow and gentle while he fucks her, trying his best not to wake her up as he uses her for his own pleasure. occasionally she’d sigh and shift under him, pressing her ass up in the air unconsciously, letting him know even asleep she’s always in need of him. daniel would be grinning while he watches, petting her hair and whispering in her ear how good she is for them, letting them use her.

she’d wake up while daniel’s fucking oscar’s cum into her because she’s on the verge of cumming herself, whatever happening to her in real life manifesting in her dreams until the throbbing in her cunt and the knot in her stomach wakes her up. she’d be disoriented, usually her wet dreams don’t turn into reality upon waking, it’s something usually reserved for when she can’t travel with them and accidentally falls asleep before they get home. at first as she hears oscar’s soft voice asking daniel how she feels. she’d hear daniel’s moans about how tight and wet she is, how he can feel her pussy clenching around him even though she’s asleep. she’d feel daniel fucking her and oscar’s thigh under her cheek because he’d have put her head in his lap so he could play with her hair once he was done with her. she’d whine oscar’s name, alerting them both that she’s awake and then oscar’s leaning down whispering in her ear to tell her how good she felt around him, asking if she can feel his cum in her, asking if she was dreaming about him while he fucked her in her sleep and then she’s cumming around daniel’s cock, still half asleep. as she’s still twitching from her orgasm, oscar’s kissing her cheek and telling her to be good and go back to sleep for them.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Patient 05

Heheh little ref for Adam in my new au-

He’s definitely the most human/normal looking one of the group, though he has a lot of strange mental mutations instead of physical ones

[serickswrites]

Please

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, stress position, blindfold

Whumpee heard Whumper enter the room. But they couldn’t do anything about it. They had been blindfolded, their arms bound behind them so tightly they couldn’t move. They had been forced to kneel for hours. Their legs screamed with pain. As did their back and shoulders. 

“Please, I won’t tell anyone, I swear! Please!” Whumpee was not above begging. They wouldn’t tell anyone if Whumper freed them. 

Whumper didn’t respond. Whumpee could hear them stalk closer and closer. Suddenly, Whumper was grabbing them by their hair, bending their neck back to the point of pain. “Such a disgusting creature. We’ll talk after you’ve been purified.”

“Please,” Whumpee whispered as Whumper attached something to their bound wrists. Hot tears clung to the corners of their eyes. “Please,” they begged. 

But Whumper didn’t reply. And suddenly Whumpee was hoisted in the air by their wrists. Their shoulders felt as though they were being ripped out. “PLEASE!” Whumpee screamed in agony as they struggled to take the pressure off their shoulders, their toes just scraping the floor. “PLEASE!”

But Whumper didn’t reply. Their foot steps retreated, leaving Whumpee alone in the dark. Alone in their pain. 

[dresden-syndrome]

25/II-1964. Class 4 detention unit, State Security department No. 419, Berlin region, German Democratic Union Republic, EESU

"I told you to answer the f**king question!"

The officers' screams kept ringing in Axel's head, echoing through the dirty dimly-lit basement room. He was dragged to the interrogation room about five hours ago - not a long time - yet it felt like an eternity. Every movement, every breath penetrated his body with sharp jolts of pain. His arms, twitched behind the back by a rusty chain, were getting unbearably exhausted - Axel felt himself almost wishing not even for a release, but for another torture, just to get his aching muscles a long-awaited relief.

Back then, listening to the plans of a mission he was assigned on, Axel never thought he would end up like this - let alone be exposed so fast. "How foolish", he wondered of himself, "expecting anything nice from this shithole of a country". Given a chance to wind the time back, he would've refused the task without a second thought. Now, it's far too late.

"Still silent, huh? You're getting yourself into a really bad position, boy."

A punch in the face.

In a shot of blinding pain Axel felt a warm stream of blood running down his mouth, giving an unpleasant metallic taste.

"Say it! Now! You're not getting any mercy from us, you disgusting bourgeoise West German spy!"

Another punch. Even harder.

"I'm... Not a..."

As Axel tried to raise his voice through the agony, the blood filling his mouth dripped on the floor. The pain was turning into anger.

"You're a liar!" the officer yelled right in the prisoner's face, "Don't try to fool us around!"

"I'm not... from the West..." Axel gathered his remaining bits of strength to finish the sentence, spitting the blood into, as he hoped, officer's jacket.

Next thing he felt was an excruciating sharp punch in the stomach - so hard it caused him to cough up.

"We'll kick out all these disgusting lies out of you."

Day 9 of Whumptober

Prompt: "You're a liar"

Art taglist: @painful-pooch @prismpanic @generic-whumperz @suspicious-whumping-egg @onlywhump

[fallenwhumpee]

Pawn

• Masterlist •

Warnings: Sensory overload, sleep deprivation, blindfold, interrogation, torture, broken nose, nosebleed, drugging, touch starvation, mentioned suicide bombing.

In the eerie stillness, their mind grasped for any trace of familiar sights, but all they found was an abyss. Their own breaths were the only thing they could hear, their gasps distant as if underwater.

They groaned, but the sound came out as a croak. They knew their captors were enjoying this show from somewhere, probably discussing what to do to them with sadistic smiles. As if on cue, a loud bang made them flinch, disoriented with the ringing in their ear.

They tensed as the sound grew clearer and closer. Footsteps circled around them, and they cursed the blindfold, not for the first time since they were first captured.

They cried out as their hair was yanked, their back sore from sitting in the same position without being allowed to lean on something.

"Were you alone?" the interrogator demanded.

"Yes," they answered, their voice unreadable but tired and hoarse.

"We both know you're lying. Tell me what your objective was."

"I was alone, a-and it was a suicide bombing. I was to receive the bomb f-from an abandoned warehouse. No contact, no info. I'm merely... merely a pawn," they recited from memory, trying to sound clear but failing towards the end.

"What was your target, you vermin?"

"The... presidential palace, of course," they replied, struggling to keep their thoughts together, with sleep once more trying to claim them.

"No one told you that you can't do that? We do not let people wander around the building, let alone an armed rebel."

They closed their eyes, despite knowing it wouldn't make any difference behind the blindfold. The next question was just a noise in the background, and their head fell, their senses finally giving them a moment to rest. Their hair was pulled harder, a cry escaping from their mouth as a punch met their face. Their eyes watered, pain jolting them awake. A warm liquid slid down over their mouth, the smell of iron stinging.

"How many times have I said that you're not allowed to sleep until I'm satisfied with your answers?"

"Or you s-satisfied your thirst... for violence," they shot back, but regretted it instantly. They tensed and shrunk as much as they could, their 'not caring about their life' persona cracking with this mistake. They really should've kept their mouth closed, but they didn't know how long they could comply enough not to anger the interrogator while withholding information about the rebel group. Maybe it was due to exhaustion or hunger or thirst or pain or the ringing in their ears or uncertainty...

"Mhmm, scared now? Maybe you'll chant 'glory to the government' if I work on you a bit."

Their stomach dropped with the thought, a shiver shaking them as a hand gripped their shoulder, heavy and authoritative.

"Since you began to understand the situation, tell me, do you know who this rebel leader is?"

They bit their lip, tasting blood. Of course, they knew them. They were the leader. But they didn't talk, and it was an answer good enough to let their hair go.

"You do. Good. What's your connection to them?"

"I told you. J-just a pawn ready to die for t-the greater cause."

"Such claims are not tolerated here. You have ten seconds to fix your mistake."

"The government, along with all its officers like you, can go—"

-•-

For a long time, there was only darkness. Slowly, the ringing in their ear made itself known, their whole body aching. Breathing was too hard, and they were unsure if it was from the broken nose or possibly broken ribs. They groaned, unable to make any other noise. They heard a shuffle from the back, but maybe they were imagining things. They couldn't trust themselves at this point.

They groaned once again, trying to determine their position on the ground as it seemed to shift beneath them. They were better than this—better than tossing around like an animal, better than getting caught, better than giving an opening. They were leading a rebellion with little to no support against a government with endless resources. They weren't supposed to be helpless, weak, and a burden on their limited resources.

Tears welled up as they suppressed the sobs racking their body, absorbed by the blindfold as they streamed down their cheeks. Instead of crying, they laughed. Their pathetic state in enemy territory felt like nothing but a cruel joke after too many years of being a ghost for both the rebellion and the government.

With a hitching breath, they forced themselves to sit up quickly, their body protesting and the ground tilting left and right beneath them. They swallowed the dizziness, leaning on their arms to steady themselves. They didn't feel any better than the last time; restlessness still clouded their thoughts.

The sound of a door jolted them, but they couldn't tell which direction it came from. They opened their mouth to call out, but a hand covered their lips, silencing them. Half of their face was covered harshly, and they winced as a sharp pain radiated from their nose, feeling the blood flow once more. They were pulled back by their hair again, struggles becoming futile as their strength left them.

They were roughly thrown onto a cold metal floor, their weakened body protesting against the harsh treatment. They tried to distract themselves from the gnawing emptiness by focusing on their surroundings. The sound of the engine drowned out their thoughts, and the rhythmic vibrations seemed to mock their weakened state.

In the cramped darkness of the truck, or at least that's what they guessed based on the size, Leader's hunger grew unbearable. They couldn't remember the last time they had eaten a proper meal. Days? Weeks? Time blurred together in the abyss of their captivity. They might have passed out at some point, waking up to find themselves seated. The lights were too bright this time, and the walls were painted in a claustrophobic shade of grey.

"So, we've got ourselves another rebel, huh?" a gruff voice sneered.

Leader straightened, their body aching.

"I've seen people like you," another voice chimed in, dripping with disdain. "You think you're making a difference, don't you? Sacrificed as pawns left and right, following orders from your high and mighty perch."

They clenched their fists, their knuckles turning white. The words struck a nerve, stirring up the guilt that had already weighed heavily on their shoulders. They knew that every decision they made as a leader came with consequences, but the thought of those sacrifices being in vain was something they always feared deep in their soul. They knew it wasn't the case. They had made a difference in countless small towns, becoming a threat to the corrupt order, but they would always feel guilty for the lives lost.

A sharp sting at their neck sent a sudden freezing void through their body.

"You rebels are all the same," the gruff voice continued, mocking. It was right behind their ear, but the bright lights were hurting their eyes. "Thinking you can change the world with your little acts of defiance. But let me tell you, we always win in the end. We break you down, reshape you, and all your lofty ideals crumble into dust."

Their vision blurred with pain as they were struck on the temples, plunging them into the familiar black void as the blindfold was pulled over their face. They flinched at the sound of a door, still able to hear everything more than they should. The coldness seeped deep into their bones, intensifying their weakness and making every movement an agonizing effort. They longed for warmth, for a comforting touch to alleviate the shivering. Time became a distant reminder, and soon, endless screams from the battlefield echoed with their commands, while unconsciousness offered the only escape.

-•-

Right Hand, leading the raid on the facility, surveyed the area with a sharp and calculating gaze. They had received information about the location of the rebels being held captive and had meticulously planned their operation to free as many as possible. As they approached the centre of the place, their makeshift army moved with the seriousness that training had instilled in them. The weight of their responsibility felt heavy, but they knew they had to push forward. Leader would be proud.

Their radio crackled, the names of the rescued rebels being counted. As the transmission ended, an unfamiliar voice came through the static.

"Uhm, there's someone... they're barely awake, but they don't look like anyone on the missing list. They just have the rebellion tattoo on their left wrist—although it's pretty ruined. Does anyone know them?"

Right Hand's heart raced, a mix of relief and concern washing over them. They quickly recognized Leader's weakened form, hidden in plain sight. It was a dangerous situation, their leader's identity at risk of exposure. They scanned the surroundings, ensuring no one else was nearby before motioning for the rebel to follow.

"Good job. Now leave them to me," Right Hand said, their voice barely a whisper. "I believe you can go help with the transfer."

The rebel nodded and hurried off to assist the others. Meanwhile, Right Hand rushed to Leader's side, their heart aching at the sight of their battered and weakened leader. It was a stark reminder of the sacrifices made for the rebellion's cause.

Leader's eyes flickered with a glimmer of recognition, their voice barely audible. "Right Hand..."

Right Hand's grip tightened gently around Leader's arm, their emotions overwhelming yet suppressed. They wanted to reassure their leader, to convey the unwavering support and determination that fueled their own actions. But they had to remain cautious, protecting Leader's identity above all else.

"I'm here, Leader," Right Hand whispered. "You're safe now. We've come to bring you back."

Leader mumbled weakly, their words a jumble of fragmented thoughts. Right Hand leaned in closer, their ear attuned to catch the faintest whisper.

"It's cold," Leader murmured again, their voice trembling.

Right Hand wrapped their arms around Leader, mindful of their injuries, and drew them close, feeling the chill emanating from their frail body. They wished they could shield Leader from the harsh realities they had endured.

"It's okay," Right Hand whispered, their voice soothing. "I'll keep you warm. We'll get you out of here. Just lean on me."

Right Hand carefully wrapped their arms around Leader's shoulders, cradling the limp body with utmost care. It was a testament to the bond they shared, the unspoken trust that connected them.

As they made their way towards the waiting transport, Right Hand spoke in a hushed yet comforting tone. They carefully carried Leader towards the waiting transport, their steps steady and determined. They spoke softly, their voice a constant presence in Leader's ear.

"You're doing great, Leader. We're almost there. Just a little bit longer."

Leader's eyelids grew heavy, exhaustion taking its toll. They mumbled weakly, their voice strained. "Tired... so tired..."

Right Hand tightened their hold, offering reassurance. "I know you're exhausted, but you're safe now. You can rest soon."

As they reached the waiting transport, Right Hand gently settled Leader into the vehicle, ensuring their comfort. They climbed in beside them, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. The engine roared to life, and the vehicle began its journey to safety.

Time refused to pass, and Leader's breathing became shallow and erratic. Right Hand leaned closer. "We're almost there."

Leader's fingers weakly grasped Right Hand's, and they gave a faint squeeze.

As the vehicle sped away, the rhythmic hum of the engine lulling them into a void of stillness, Leader's eyelids grew heavier. Their grip on Right Hand's hand loosened, their body finally surrendering to exhaustion.

Right Hand watched over Leader, gently brushing a hand over Leader's forehead, smoothing away the lines of worry.

"Rest now, Leader," Right Hand whispered softly. "We're nearly home."

[shiroi---kumo]

"I know what is BEST for you."

[befuddled-calico-whump]

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[airlocksandaviaries]

Some unhinged DinLuke sketches based on this post!!! All from @veradragonjedi​‘s vampire AU, Blood, Blindfolds, and Butterflies! (Seriously go check it out)

Plus bonus Vee: 😂

[serickswrites]

What You Know

Warnings: kidnapping, gun, blindfolds, threats, restraints

“There’s a package for you, Team Leader,” Teammate One said as they walked in with a small box in hand. 

“Thanks,” Team Leader said softly. They had been completely wrecked since Whumper had kidnapped Smallest Teammate. The guilt was all consuming. If only they had been faster, smarter, stronger, then...then Smallest Teammate would still be here.

“It’s not your fault, Team Leader,” Teammate One said as they set the package down on Team Leader’s desk. “We’ll get Smallest Teammate back. Don’t worry.”

“I know we will, that’s not what has me worried.” They ripped open the box lid. “It’s what Whumper will have done to them before we get there. I--” but Team Leader’s words failed them as they stared down at the contents of the box. 

Inside the box were six bullets and a picture of Smallest Teammate. They look physically fine, despite being restrained with ropes at their wrists and ankles. They stood in standing cuffs, their face partially obscured by the blindfold around their head. But what stole Team Leader’s words was the revolver pressed against Smallest Teammate’s temple. Whumper grinned as they stared at the camera while pressing the gun to Smallest Teammate’s head. 

A note was beneath the photo that read, “Six hours. Or we’ll see how lucky Smallest Teammate is in a game of never ending roulette.”

“We have to find them, now.” Team Leader suddenly jumped up from their desk. “We don’t have time. Smallest Teammate doesn’t have time.”

“I don’t understand,” Teammate One replied quickly. “Why?”

Team Leader shoved the box in Teammate One’s hand, but continued out the door. They were finding Smallest Teammate before the six hours were up. They wouldn’t let Whumper start their sadistic game. Wouldn’t let Smallest Teammate down. Team Leader couldn’t let that happen. Couldn’t live with themself if they let Smallest Teammate down. Couldn’t live with themself if they found Smallest Teammate after they had lost a round of roulette. They couldn’t let that happen. 

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