#tw restraint

[serickswrites]

Going Dark

Warnings: blood, broken bones, restraint, gun, gunfire, unclear character status, captivity

Whumpee's chest was heaving as they ran. Their legs ached and their lungs burned, but they had to keep running. They had to get away. Whumper had been careless and left the door unlocked, so today was the day.

Whumpee screamed as the worst pain they had ever felt overwhelmed them. They fell clutching at their leg that was now trapped in a bear trap. Blood flowed from around the teeth of the trap that was now thoroughly embedded in their leg. They were sure their ankle had broken. Between the pain of the wound and the pain in their bones, Whumpee was nauseous.

This couldn't be happening. This was their one chance to escape. They howled their agony into the night, not caring who heard them. They were as good as dead anyway.

"You have my attention, Whumpee." Whumper's cold voice came from the other side of the clearing.

"Please, please," Whumpee begged through their tears.

"Please, what?" Whumper's voice was only loud enough to just hear.

"Please," Whumpee sobbed, "just let me go. I won't tell anyone."

Whumper frowned. "But I'm not done with you yet."

Whumper surveyed Whumpee coldly. There was no emotion or warmth in their gaze. Their eyes held no emotion as they raised their hunting rifle. "No one will find you." And they fired.

#serickswrites #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #tw blood #tw broken bones #tw restraint #tw gun #tw gunfire #tw unclear character status #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 11 #“all the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed” #prompt: animal trap #prompt: no one will find you #queue #tw captivity #prompt: captivity

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

srry… disc war bad end au brainrot.

#my art #dream smp #dsmp #c!tommy #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanart #dream smp fanart #dsmp fanart #tw dehumanisation #tw restraint #this is referenced off a bit from the sorry boys video btw #with the expression

[comfort-questing]

Pretty please could you do some generic ‘just get it over with’ scenarios 🥺 It’s my absolute favourite in the new bingo 🫠♥️

"please, please." their panicked cries had faded to hoarse whimpers now, as they huddled into themselves where they lay, flinching against any touch from the hands that hovered above them. the long gashes on their chest were bleeding freely again now, clotted dried blood broken loose by their struggles. fresh crimson mixed with dirt on the sheet spread beneath them. "please - go away - make it stop."

"we're trying, we're trying." their friend's voice trembled as they spoke; they reached out again, trying to soothe them. "you're safe now. the healer's here, they're going to help you. all right?"

they startled violently away from the slight pressure of their hand on their shoulder, wheezing at the pain of the motion. "don't touch me. it hurts, it hurts."

their friend wiped back the tears blurring their eyes with one shoulder, the knot of fear in their stomach tightening. they met the worried eyes of the healer on the other side of the low cot.

"they can't take much more of this." they spoke quietly, but firmly. "just - get it over with. I'll hold them down."

there was pitifully little strength in their struggles then, but they still cried out, and then receded into desperate shivers of panic as their friend pinned their shoulders to the cot with each hand. the healer knelt down and began to work quickly, urgently. halfway through the stitching process they finally slipped into unconsciousness, their skin clammy with sweat.

"what - what happened to them?" the healer finally asked, as they tied off another knot in the string and moved on to the final wound. "or were they just born hating healers?"

it would have been a long story to tell, and maybe not one they wanted to share. so their friend just shrugged, and leaned closer to brush their lips against their cold forehead, guiltily grateful for how the desperation had melted away into limp immobility.

they'd ask for forgiveness when they woke.

#crow writes a thing #whump #hurt comfort #tw restraint

[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

WHUMPERS BRANDING THEIR WHUMPEE SO THAT THEY ALWAYS HAVE TO LIVE WITH THEM ONE WAY OR ANOTHER >>>>>>>>

You're speaking a love language here, stop it!

The branding?

Whumpee being forced to hold still, tied to their chair or bent over a table. Restrained, helpless as they beg and plead for anything else.

They don't want to wear Whumper's name, their insignia, anything bonding them to Whumper. They writhe, wiggle, hurt themselves with their binds.

OR... Maybe they aren't bound at all. Fear keeps them there. They stay in one place and they don't say a word. Whumper has promised to do much, much worse if they move and mess up the seal.

They watch the poker, the brand, the red-hot metal about to touch their skin and every move Whumper makes. It's like they're asserting the last shred of dominance they have left.

Then, the pain comes.

It's searing, it radiates well beyond the burning skin and it forces out tears and garbled screams of agony. They can't help but writhe, jerk, move somehow as everything inside them urges them to try to escape. Escape the branding that no matter what, they'll never manage to truly cover.

It could be tattoos, scarification, a favorite wound Whumper liked to punish them with. No matter what form it takes on, it's very permanent and it's a vivid reminder.

Whumper stares them down, dares them not to move, maybe makes it worse if they do. Punished by sitting still and punished more for not sitting still. It might take a time or two, Whumper hasn't done it in a while and Whumpee just can't stop their shaking, terrified sobs.

It makes Whumpee nauseous, how much pain rushes endorphins into their system to cope with what just happened to them. As skin bubbles and ripples under a menacingly heavy, metal weight. Their scream is so loud it cuts off, they go hoarse almost as soon as it touches them. A guttural shriek that dies in blubbering tears and drool sliding down the corners of their parted lips.

Even after they're freed and away from Whumper. Even if Whumper can never hurt them again, every time they look in the mirror, they see it. Something that makes them never truly forget their experiences. How much Whumper caused their suffering and how much Whumper owned them.

They cover it, bandage it, do whatever they can to hide it behind clothing. Long sleeves that give them heat-stroke in the summer, multiple layers in the winter to conceal whatever atrocity hides beneath.

Even Caretaker is reminded that once upon a time, Whumpee wasn't being cared for. They were being tortured. In the way they hide the mark, cover themselves, tingle with pain in the elements like it still burns and stings.

The first time they give Whumpee a bath, they hide it with their hands if they are able. A cloth, something to keep Caretaker from seeing it. Maybe they're too weak so they fill with bitter shame instead, begging, pleading Caretaker not to look at something so ugly, so disgusting.

Maybe Whumpee hides it for as long as they can. Dodging help, bandages, cleaning from Caretaker in order to keep from exposing their most painful secret. They can't stand it touched, looked at, seen under the light because it reminds them of how they once lost all autonomy and earned such a coveted mark of ownership.

They'll never feel good about themselves, never be comfortable in their skin because it belongs to Whumper and always will. Every glance, every exposure to the mirror and they can't help but well up in tears and remembrance.

Branded. Owned. Kept. Property.

Whumper's Property.

TLDR: wow branding is a great trope. totally never thought much about it until this exact moment. /sweats profusely in liar/

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump prompts #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump writing #branding #tw whump #tw branding #tw burns #tw restraint #tw scars #tw implied torture

[cosmicdreamgrl]

𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘬 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴: (8/?)

#btsedit #btsgif #jungkookedit #dailybts #userbangtan #usersky #userpat #userdimple #raplineuser #annietrack #tuserandi #rjshope #userines #trackofthesoul #jungkook #loml #*mine #*jkseries #tw flashing #i can't believe i showed self restraint & only narrowed it down to 7 gifs #a miracle in of itself lol #also hi if i was meant to resist temptation? yeah it ain't working

[gaybitch-3000]

#dark girly #dark decora #yamikawaii #tw restraints #landmine girl #landmine kei

[oliversrarebooks]

lay down on the operating table

TW: forced sedation, experimentation, restraints, struggling

Lay down on the operating table for us. I know you're upset about being experimented on and brainwashed, but it's for the greater good. You'll feel much better about it once we've sedated you. These restraints are for your own safety. Just put your arm down, and -- there we go, all secured. Just relax. There's no point in fighting. You should know that by now.

That's right, soon you'll be trapped inside a body that's too heavy and too drowsy to move, completely relaxed, unable to focus on anything but how much you want to sleep. Every fiber of your body will be relaxed. Your eyelids will become too heavy to keep open. The sedation will slowly overwhelm you until you can't fight it any more. 

And once you're asleep, no matter what is done to you, you will not resist. You won't even be aware of what is happening. You'll be completely at our mercy, sleeping so peacefully. Once the sedative starts to kick in, you won't even remember a thing.

Here, let me put the mask on you and secure it. It's only oxygen. Now breath in deeply. One deep relaxing breath for me. In and out. That's it. Another deep breath. In and out. Good.

Now I am going to start the drug that will put you to sleep. It'll take a few minutes to work, but soon it's going to make you very, very relaxed, and very, very sleepy. No use holding your breath. Just breath normally. There you go.

That's it. Relax and let the sedative work its magic on you. You'll start to feel drowsy and floaty as the drug enters your system. Your eyes will become heavy, and you'll let them drift shut. Your mind will blank, leaving you so relaxed. Do you feel it yet?

You're starting to look a bit dazed. The sedation is beginning to work, I think. You're feeling nice and relaxed, aren't you? And so sleepy. I can see your eyes blinking so slowly. No, no, it's no use to struggle against the restraints. Eventually, you'll stop fighting it and go to sleep. 

Your body is becoming heavy and your mind is growing hazy. Just lie back on the table, yes, that's good. Take another deep breath. Is that a yawn? Is the gas making you drowsy? You're starting to feel it affecting you, aren't you? Lying there, staring up at the ceiling, fighting those heavy eyelids.

I bet you feel so calm and peaceful. Like you want to let yourself drift off to sleep, right?

Your body and mind are relaxing and becoming more sedated, and there's so little you can do about it. Your eyelids want to drift shut. That tiredness is spreading all throughout your body. Is it starting to get hard to keep your eyes open? Is your head starting to feel heavy? Do you feel like you could fall asleep at any moment if you wanted to?

Yes, that's how the sedative is supposed to make you feel -- calm, relaxed, heavy, sleepy. You're fighting your body's natural urges to go to sleep. You'll lose that battle. You are going to go to sleep. 

Did you realize that you've stopped struggling against the restraints? It looks like you can barely keep your eyes open. Slowly and surely, the sedative is putting you to sleep, and there's nothing you can do about it. It's no use fighting those heavy, tired eyelids. They're shutting all on their own.

That's right, you're completely unable to fight the sedation. It's strong and powerful. It will make you feel floaty and drowsy and oh so blissful. It will override your desire to stay awake. It was all over the second we started the drug, and you knew that.

The sedation is conquering your body and soon it will conquer your mind. Your body will fall asleep soon. Let yourself stop fighting, let sleep claim your helpless body. Let sleep take you. Let the sedation claim you. Let your eyelids close. 

You're becoming drowsy, drowsier and sleepier. Soon your eyelids will close, and you will give in to the sedation, and you will be so docile and pliant and entirely at my mercy. Are you ready for that? The moment when your eyelids close will be the point of no return. A fleeting moment when you are not yet asleep and not quite awake. A moment where you know you've lost the fight, where you feel utterly helpless.

There we go. Shut those sleepy eyes for me. Don't open them again. Let the sedative put you fast asleep. There we go, fall asleep. Go to sleep, deep asleep. So deeply asleep. It feels so good to stop fighting and go to sleep. And now that you've fallen asleep, we can do whatever experiments we please.

Now, we can get to work.

#whump #whump writing #whumpee #medical whump #drug whump #sedation #experiment whump #tw restraints #sleep

[block-swing-perry]

Girls it all came together for once. *falls dead on the ground exhausted*

#Tw medical restraints #Perry art #fanart #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie

[serickswrites]

Breath

Warnings: captivity, torture, blood, restraints, gags, defiant whumpee

“Are you going to tell me now?” Whumper said as they stepped back from Whumpee. 

Whumpee sat, restrained in the chair, blood flowing from a cut on their temple. “Why would I do that?”

“Because,” Whumper said through gritted teeth, “I will hurt you if you don’t.”

Whumpee laughed. “This is you hurting me? You’re gonna have to do better than that to get me to talk, Whumper. At this rate I will never tell you anything.”

Whumper clenched their fist. But Whumpee kept going. “You really are the worst at this. You should think about--”

Whumper cut off Whumpee’s words with a punch directly to the nose. Blood pour out of both nostrils as Whumpee’s head rocked back. They spat blood on the ground, glaring up at Whumper. “Like I said, you’re going to have to do better.” 

With a growl, Whumper grabbed the roll of duct tape off the table and wrapped it around Whumpee’s head and mouth. Whumpee struggled and thrashed beneath Whumper’s hands, but couldn’t free themself. Their breathing was ragged and heavy by the time Whumper had finished. 

Whumpee’s eyes went wide as they tried to take a deep breath through their one working nostril. Whumper laughed. “You were saying?”

Whumpee glared as they drew a shallow, shaky breath. Whumper watched as Whumpee visibly deflated before them. It was all Whumpee could do to keep breathing. “Perhaps I’ll leave you like this for a little bit. I’ll check on you later, Whumpee. Just take a nice deep breath for me.”

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw torture #tw blood #tw restraint #tw gag #defiant whumpee #queue

[fern-writes-whump]

Whumpee who was always kept chained up, except for when whumper wanted to play with them. So used to being hurt while they are "free" that even when they get rescued they keep begging to be restrained <3

#whump #whump prompt #whumpee #whumper #whump scenario #whump trope #captive whumpee #rescue #queue #tw restraints #conditioning #fern whumps

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

Could you do something for “You think you’re so smart, don’t you?”

TW: Abuse, kidnapping, restraints, referenced murder and human experimentation, manipulation

Tommy woke up to a banging headache in a pitch black room, body screaming in agony from lying on cold stone. Groaning in pain, he strained to try and sit up only to find heavy, tight chains holding him down and making it impossible to so much as flinch.

Prime. He needed a fucking potion. The gnawing sense of emptiness hurt worse than anything else, sending ants marching through his skin and his brain.

Suddenly, a bright light shined directly into his eyes, illuminating the room. Tommy gagged seeing how red it was- he wasn’t fucking stupid, he knew that shade. Even despite the sickening sweet smell of flowery perfume covering the rot, it was clear- someone had to have died here, for the room to be covered in so much blood.

A claw hooked underneath his chin, forcing him to painfully crane his neck up to look in the face of his captor (he wasn’t even surprised to see that damned fucking mask again, because really, of course it’d be him). Dream gave a pleased trilling noise as Tommy glared at him, sounding excited. “Oh, Tommy! You're awake!”

“Where the fuck am I?”

“Oh, the old cells I kept the old test subjects in, before they bored me too much.” There was an ice cold venom in that, like boring him was a crime worthy of the worst scorn. “You can leave once you learn some humility. The room, I mean, I'm not stupid enough to let you run to big brother Wilby. Aww, wait… he left, didn’t he? Everyone leaves you but me.”

“What do you even mean? Humility? I was- I just wanted you to leave me alone. I wasn’t- I wasn't-“

Dream cut him off with a sharp slap. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you? Oh, yeah, you just wanted to be left alone, that’s why you’ve been stalking me. Did you think I was stupid enough to not notice the invisibility particles, Tommy? Oh, you naïve little thing. I almost admire it, y’know?”

Tommy was stupid. Tommy was so, so fucking stupid. Of course Dream noticed. Maybe he deserved this. He let out a sob he didn’t know he was holding back. “How long…?”

“The whole time?” Dream laughed, bemused. “You really are an idiot, Tommy. How could I not notice you following me around like a lost puppy as soon as your so-called brother left you all alone? It's sweet, really, seeing you come crawling back as soon as everyone else shows their true colours. I can’t be that mad.”

Tommy spat directly onto Dream's dumb mask. “That isn’t what I was doing and you know it, cunt.”

He expected a hit, but instead Dream only gently ruffled his blood-matted hair, putting pressure on a wound he didn’t know he had and causing him to whimper in pain, something Dream pointedly ignored. “And he doesn’t even know himself. You poor little thing. So lost without someone to guide you. Don’t worry, Tommy. I'll get you to realise in no time.”

#My writing #primeboys (derogatory) #dream smp au #tw abuse #tw kidnapping #tw restraint #tw manipulation

[whumpy-bi]

Whumpee in an enemy hospital. Forced into medical treatment after being captured.

Always restrained to their bed, always under supervision by someone—a nurse, a guard, a doctor. All part of the enemy forces, all regarding them with a detached coldness.

They don’t know where they’ll be taken after they’re healed, they’re afraid to ask. Maybe, if you’re into it, Whumpee fights like hell for the first few days because they were still captured and finally stop after days of drug induced sleep. Hoping for rescue, because there’s absolutely no chance at escape with their current condition.

They try to plead with doctors, asking for any small mercy—to let them go, to take the restraints off, anything!—but to no avail.

Just…captured in an enemy hospital.

#whump #whumpee #writing #whump writing #whumper #whump thoughts #captured #kidnapping #hospital #medical whump #tw hospital #tw restraints

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Whumpee shaking in their chains, bracing themself as well as they could muster as the whip fell again and again. Their back was in shreds, engulfed in pain that only seemed to grow and grow.

When whumper came to release their chains whumpee sobbed. Finally, finally, it was over.

But it wasn’t.

Whumper wasn’t taking them down, oh no, they hadn’t earned that yet.

No, whumper was simply adjusting them. Turning them. Preparing the skin on their chest and stomach for the last.

And somehow, that made the next strike even worse.

#whump #whump prompt #beating tw #whipping tw #restraints tw #mmmmm need this #oh I should do this to Nik

[ofmiceandwomen]

The Kingship of Maedhros

Something a bit darker and more dramatic for today.

#silmarillion #tolkien #my art #the silm fandom #silmart #noldor #maedhros #angband #Maedhros in Angband #tolkien elf #jrr tolkien #lotr art #nelyafinwe #fëanorians #tw: captivity #tw: blo0d #tw: restraints

[blueicequeen19]

Tag Team

Warnings: dub-con with JB & JJ, restraints, orgasm denial, over stimulation, use of toys 🔥

I read the text again from John B, telling me to meet him at the Chateau well past midnight. We'd been messing around for a while and my body was excited. The anticipation was killing me. We'd done everything except fuck and I don't think I can wait any longer. I knew what he was packing and I was desperate to feel it inside me. My pussy pulses as I step inside the dark house. That was weird. He always left a light on for me.

"John B?" I call out his name just as he emerges from the hallway, his expression blank. A small smirk plays at my lips as I stop in front of him, resting my hands on his chest.

"Why is it dark in here?" I whisper, leaning up to kiss him. He lets me, not kissing me back.

"Are you scared?" John B murmurs, his hands finding my waist and pulling me closer. I kiss him again and he licks his lips.

"What's going on? Why won't you kiss me?" I scoff, my body suddenly on high alert. He gives a small smile before cupping my face and kissing me softly. I reach down and palm his cock through his shorts as he backs me up towards the kitchen table.

"Strip." John B says in a husky voice, his cock growing in my hand. I quickly kick my sandals off and bare myself for him. He spins me around and pushes me to bend over the table. My legs shake in anticipation as his warm hands slide down my back and over the swell of my ass, squeezing as he goes.

"John B." I moan his name as his fingers glide over my pussy in a light teasing touch.

"Such a pretty pussy." I hear him murmur. "I want to tie you up so you can't escape me. Is that okay?" He asks, using two fingers to circle my clit. I buck and moan as I nod desperately.

"Please, John B. Please touch me." I moan as he ties my legs open with soft rope to the legs of the table. He moves in front of me with more rope in his hands.

"Keep begging. I love hearing you beg for me." John B murmurs, carefully tying my wrists together then securing them to another leg of the table. I was stretched tightly, unable to move or escape him. He could use me anyway he wanted like this. I was so wet.

"John B, please, use me. I need you." I gasp, hunger running through my veins. He slowly unbuttons his colorful button up, revealing delicious abs and light chest hair.

"Is this what you want?" John B whispers, dropping his shirt to the floor as he teases me.

"More." I plead, watching as he strokes himself through his shorts. He was so hard.

"Are you my good little slut? Do you want me to fuck your pussy or your mouth?" John B rasps, that voice making me shudder.

"Both." I cry, licking my lips as he unzips his shorts and pulls himself free. His cock was beautiful and hard with a slight curve. Begging for attention.

"You need all your pretty holes filled?" John B whispers, stroking himself just inches from my mouth. My mouth was practically watering with the need to taste him. I nod. A wicked grin forms across his face as he bends at the waist so we're eye level.

"Did you think we wouldn't find out?" His voice is low, eyes ablaze as I try to wrap my mind around what he just said. We?

I yelp in surprise when another set of hands grab my ass, digging in their fingers as another clothed cock is pressed against my pussy.

"Did you think you could play us both?" My eyes widen at the sound of JJ's voice, his hands sliding up and down my body. Panic started to set in as I yank on my restraints. I was trapped and exposed to them. Both of them. They were both here. They figured it out.

"You tricked me." I say breathlessly as I glare up at John B. They both laugh.

"Tricked you? We're going to give you what you want, slut. We're going to fill all your little holes with our cum. We're going to use you how you've been using us." John B smiles as JJ molds himself to my back, kissing and biting my skin. My body was buzzing. I was so turned on I could hardly breathe.

"But we're going to have a little fun first." JJ growls, retreating back down my body and I hear him drop to the floor. A second later his mouth is on my pussy. I cry out as he devours me, thrusting his tongue inside me then sucking on my clit.

"We're going to leave you like this for a while. Leaving you wanting and desperate for release." John B says but I can't focus on his words. My body is trembling uncontrollably as JJ eats my pussy. The man could use his tongue. My orgasm was so close. So close. My toes start to curl, my body growing taunt when he stops. I cry out in frustration as JJ laughs, getting to his feet.

"Poor little slut. So desperate to be filled." I gasp when JJ's thick cock presses against my pussy, coating himself in my arousal.

"We will fill you. Eventually." John B swipes his thumb over my parted lips then shoves two fingers to the back of my throat. "Suck." He demands. I close my mouth around his digits as JJ thrusts against my slit, letting his head catch but never going inside. I'm becoming a wet, blubbering mess as they tease me. I use my eyes to silently beg but John B doesn't care as he keeps making me gag on his fingers.

"God, she's so wet." JJ growls behind me, the head suddenly catching my entrance and I moan loudly.

"Don't fuck her. Not yet." John B snaps, making JJ growl in frustration. I wiggle my ass in a desperate plea but JJ laughs, slapping my ass hard.

"Just the tip, then I'll stop."

"JJ." John B warns, removing his fingers from my mouth like he'll have to physically stop JJ. I could feel JJ's cock pulsing against my pussy. His restraint was wavering. I wiggle my hips again and JJ slaps my ass, pulling his cock away with a curse. Tears start to fall from my eyes when I hear him spit between my cheeks and his finger is pressing against my asshole. I tense but I can't pull away.

"What's wrong, slut? You didn't think this hole was off the table did you?" JJ taunts, pushing a thick finger in without much warning. I cry out. God, it hurts. It burns. But as soon as he starts to pump it slowly, I'm on the brink of cumming again.

"She likes that."

"I know she does." JJ stops again and I sob, my body starting to hurt from the restraints. John B lowers himself in front of me so we're eye level, wiping my tears while JJ rummages around behind me. What was he doing?

"What was your goal? Ruin our friendship? Did you think we'd fight over pussy?" John B says, swiping his thumb over my bottom lip.

"It is a nice pussy." I hear JJ say as something small and oblong suddenly ran through my slit. I jump, panic setting in again. I open my mouth to make a smart comment when the toys comes to life, vibrating me to my core. I scream and my panties are suddenly shoved in my mouth at the same time the toy is pushed inside me. It's curved and a piece on the outside is pressed directly against my clit. I cum hard and fast from the sudden stimulation, my whole body convulsing despite their taunting laughter. If this is how I die, I'll take it.

JJ moves in front of me, letting me see them both as tears flow freely. One orgasm turns into two and my body convulses violently, my muscles screaming against the restraints.

"Do you think it's too much?" John B looks at JJ with fake remorse. JJ pursues his bottom lip and shrugs like he doesn't have a care in the world.

"Nah." My eyes fall closed as they both stare at me with wicked grins. "We can always turn it up from your phone though. Or down." JJ says, smirking back at John B.

"Oh, we forgot something." John B steps away and I don't even bother trying to plead with JJ. I knew he liked shit like this. I hear John B rummaging like JJ was earlier and I know something is coming. JJ looks to his best friend like he's trying to avoid getting caught while quickly freeing himself from his shorts. My eyes widen as the glistening tip of his cock is brought to my cheek and he smears it from one side of my face to the other. I grunt through my gag, glaring at him as he smears his precum all over my face.

"Might want to relax." JJ's condescending voice says, smirking down at me. A moment later something cool and metal is being pressed inside my ass. I scream into my gag as I cum just from being filled. I hear their laughter as I jerk against my restraints, my body threatening to give out. John B appears again with a satisfied smile just as JJ tucks himself away.

"Be good for us. We'll be back.. eventually." John B jerks his head at JJ, signaling their departure but JJ hesitates, his hungry gaze washing over my naked and exposed body.

"Oh, we're going to have so much fun." JJ murmurs under his breath, licking his lips, before following after his best friend.

It was going to be a long, wet night.

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #obx2 #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #jj obx #rudy pankow #john b smut #john b routledge #john b obx #obx3 #tw restraints #tw overstimulation

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

31st Story

Part 2

TW: Captivity, implied past torture, blood mention, restraints, mistrust, starvation mention, defiant whumpee, corrupt system, knife

Heyyy! Long-time no see. I blame college 100% because it takes up all my time, seriously. Happy New Year tho 💙

Villain could tell himself he was already used to the cold, hard embrace of the dull rock of his cell, to the claustrophobia-inducing lack of windows, to the fact that the only times he ever got to see the light was when someone walked in to beat him senseless, a feat made incredibly easy with the help of the chains that shackled his wrists and ankles, not allowing for much movement.

He could pretend that being covered in blood and filth, dazed and starving, was nothing to him, that the maddening urge to find out what time it was wasn't gnawing at him torturously.

"In here, wishful thinking is all you are capable of," a sunken-faced, old prisoner had told him before he was thrown into his personal hellhole. He hadn't said anything, but he'd believed the old hag to be weak and hopeless, and thus so was her sentiment.

Right now, all he wondered was if he'd break even faster than that woman might have. The villain screwed his eyes shut, hoping it would stop the chain of thoughts poisoning his mind, but all that did was make him think clearer, every disturbing image he tried so desperately to expel growing clearer and more vivid by the moment.

It was bad enough handling the physical pain, where every time he so much as shifted his form slightly, the tormented muscles in his back would scream in protest. But the physical side was tolerable, compared to being left at the mercy of his mind; a cruel, sinister thing.

So consumed he was in his own reverie, he hadn't even noticed as the door to his cell was unlocked, at least not until the light skirting around the corner had him snapping his eyes open and sitting up.

"This doesn't look good on you," a silky, almost serpentine voice called out.

"Superhero?" he asked, despising the note of trepidation in his voice.

"No. Just her lacklustre twin," she scoffed.

"Vigilante," he deduced with a slight fall of his shoulders in relief. It's not that he believed Vigilante would treat him well, it's just that no one could rival Superhero in cruelty.

"Still ever the genius," she responded dryly.

"What do you want?" he asked, almost desperate. If she was here to torment him, he wanted her to get over with it. It was becoming progressively more difficult to bear the state in which he was in, the one chock-full of waiting and thinning patience, of hoping the pain would start so it could end, that this time would pass faster.

Except it never did.

"It's strange seeing someone normally so high and mighty like this," she attested, dodging his question.

The older version of him would have let out a frustrated snarl and cussed her out for annoying him, but now all he could do was bite his tongue and stare at her with his new resting face, broken and defeated.

"Well, I'm not here to hurt you," she said, folding her arms across her chest.

That was a response, albeit an indirect one. And of course, she wasn't here to hurt him. She was here to make sure he was comfortable, that he was enjoying his five-star stay in this resort in hell.

Sucks to have an army of enemies and not a single semblance of a friend.

He and Vigilante hadn't really had any direct bad blood, but he was a villain locked up in here, so by default, he was supposed to be her enemy, right? It didn't matter who walked in here or whether they knew him or not. They just loved to see him break, to see him, once so relentlessly powerful, reduced to less than nothing. Perhaps it brought them a sort of sick satisfaction, but he didn't know much about satisfaction anymore to judge.

"I'm going to get you out of here," she said casually, like promising him the impossible was some sort of small punishment, nothing to tear himself up about. Maybe she could rival her sister in cruelty.

Without warning, a hysterical laugh escaped his throat, only for him to bite his lip and stop abruptly, trying to clamp a hand over his mouth only for him to remember he was chained up.

Vigilante's face fell, and his own had silent tears streaming down it. He felt as though he couldn't breathe, as though bricks were raining down on his shoulders and crushing his bones into nothing. His whole being seemed to itch with dread.

"Villain?" Vigilante called out, looking a mixture of confused and horrified.

"Just get over with it! Torture me until the floor runs red with my blood, tell me how death is a mercy above vermin like myself, and tell me to take it with a smile. Hit me harder when I can't bring myself to do it. Hit me until I feel all the pain of death but never attain it. Remember my current words as defiance, as another crime I've committed. I think watching me be humbled to the nothing I truly am will entertain you as any show would," he spat, only for regret to colour his features just as fast.

"Damn it. Villain, I don't want to do. . .any of this to you," Vigilante started, careful, trying for a semblance of gentle, something she was never particularly good at. "Like I said, I'm going to get you out of here," she continued again, hoping the stern tone indicated she was serious and not somehow going to torture him.

She'd never particularly liked him, mainly because he'd always been ice-cold, calculated to a point he seemed inhuman at times, no emotion whatsoever showing up on his face, besides a cool smugness. And by virtue of all the terrible things he'd done, all the blood on his hands. And yet, he was far from the worst thing out there, and most definitely not the villain in her story.

"And let's pretend you're telling the truth, which is completely fine by me because any mercy I've ever had here has always been a pretence, a figment of my imagination, you know. What could you possibly gain from this?" He raised an eyebrow, bearing a small resemblance to his usual self. Well, at least there was a slight amount of fight left in him, even if he was clearly holding back tears now.

But the villain's question wasn't completely outlandish. Vigilante did want something from him, but it wasn't a favour he would ever come to hate. "I need your help. My sister may seem like the goddamn tooth fairy to those who don't know better, but we know what her regime is really doing. This isn't about fighting crime, it's about her insatiable addiction to power."

"And where do I belong here?" The villain's voice still held the same disbelieving tone, his shoulders managing to tense even further.

"You're one of the few people who challenged her, Villain. And as much as it pains me to say it, you're a good strategist," she explained, even though she knew she'd barely convinced him in the slightest.

"I can't be the only one fitting that description, but I can be the only one owing you a favour too," he answered. Even if he didn't look half as confident, half as untouchable as before, the criminal was still just as clever. But it also meant he wasn't believing her anytime soon. Still, he wasn't wrong. The villain may not have smelled like roses all the time, but he'd be loyal to make sure they were even; a man of his word.

"What's it gonna be, Villain? Come with me or stay here?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest, growing impatient.

Well, it didn't make sense for her to give him a choice if she was going to torture him, but sense no longer governed things in his mind, letting a fearful apprehension replace it, no matter how humiliating. The choice could easily be an illusion, another cruel joke in this comedy skit from the filthiest parts of hell.

But it could be a chance, and he was desperate. So desperate he'd risk feeling even further degraded when she laughed in his face and put him through whatever torment she'd have planned.

"Fine," he answered, looking up at her with trepidation in his eyes. He could already feel the regret tasting like salt on his tongue and the burn of acid at the back of his throat he recognised as shame.

So when the sound of his chains being unlocked rang in his ears, and the vigilante helped him up, the feeling of surprise was palpable.

"I just need to handcuff you while they can see us," she explained, noticing how slowly the villain nodded, mistrust still burning in his eyes.

She didn't like how weightless he seemed against her, barely able to walk. She hadn't fought him much, but she clearly remembered that while his frame was somewhat slender, the villain's build still used to be athletic. It was no surprise he'd deteriorated, but that didn't make his fate any less cruel.

"I'm moving him to the other facility," she announced, practically dragging the half-starved villain with her, the only response being curt nods from the guards.

They were lucky that no one here would dare question Superhero and by default, her sister, if they could even tell the difference between both.

And sure enough, there was an entry documented into the other facility, done with the help of a few handsomely paid workers. And while Superhero wouldn't buy into the lie for long, it would at least make sure she didn’t notice immediately that something was up.

✨️Break✨️

The drive to Vigilante's house was almost torturously long and reeking of the tension of two people who weren't used to each other. The villain ran his fingers over his wrists, now free of handcuffs, but they still hurt. All of him hurt, a constant, dull pain that he was almost used to, but that didn't mean he didn't miss the times where he could remember moments without aches all over his body.

That was only the least of it anyway.

"I think you'd want to clean up," the vigilante had suggested when they'd got to her house.

Instead of an off-hand "yeah" like he'd meant to, the first words that foolishly came tumbling out of his mouth were: "I can?"

This wasn't an option they gave him back there, and soon enough he'd stopped caring entirely.

"Oh," Vigilante had responded, giving him a solemn look. "I mean, yes, of course you can," she corrected hastily.

He nodded, quite literally shoving himself into the bathroom and swallowing down the awkward shame in his throat.

He'd grown so accustomed to pain that he'd barely even noticed the sting of the hot water on his open, practically fresh wounds, or how the shower water underneath him turned a dull pink. He was a lot more focused on how his sore muscles relaxed with the heat, how he seemed to get lighter with all the dirt off him, good sensations having become foreign to him in the time of his captivity.

He walked out to find a change of clothes (his clothes) on the bed in the room outside, catching his reflection in the mirror, bruises lining his cheekbones and jaw and heavy, dark circles underneath his eyes. The villain simply ignored the old memories of himself taking the time to style his hair and care for his skin, his mind hardwired for survival, looking around the room for anything he could use in case he had to defend himself.

Not that Vigilante was stupid enough for that.

Still, if she wished to hurt him, she could've done it faster, could've done it earlier. Maybe the villain wouldn't trust her blindly, but so far, he hated her less bitterly than he hated everyone else.

"How'd you get these?" he asked, walking out, looking down at the black zip-up hoodie and black sweats.

Vigilante shrugged. "From your place."

"You broke into my- whatever." It wasn't the strangest part about the situation now. "What are we supposed to do?"

"I think you need to rest," she suggested.

And she was entirely correct, given his exhaustion and how the shower had made him somewhat sleepy, so he nodded his head, walking into "his" room and waiting until she walked up to her room, waiting until he could walk out and check if she'd slept, and once he was sure, he walked into the kitchen, picking up a knife and bringing it to his room.

The villain knew it was scummy, but he wasn't about to risk being hurt again, and if the vigilante truly had good intentions, the knife would never be put to use. Still, the villain had managed to fall into a fitful sleep, still better than any night he spent curled up on a cold, hard floor.

Trust is never easy, especially for those who have been hurt one too many times. But people were not made to live forever encased in solitude, a safe option to the blind and foolish, but never a permanent solution. And while taking a risk in times of suffering might seem like a wretched fate, sometimes it is the lifeline you need to breathe again.

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