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Tattoo Gun

Contains: generic whumpee and whumper, nonconsensual body modification, captivity, restraints, possessive whumper

Whumpee shook their leg up and down as best they could while tied to the chair, all their muscles tense. Their breaths were jerky and uneven, hitching in their chest. 

It was ridiculous, they supposed. They’d had so much worse pain than this while in Whumper’s grasp, so they should be able to handle this, right? It was just that the pain kept going, so repetitive and tedious. 

And mostly, it was because they wanted to cry, knowing that what was being done to them was going to haunt them even if they ever did make it out of there. 

After an eternity, the incessant buzzing finally cut off, and Whumper sat up, stretching their back. Whumpee kept their head tilted up to the ceiling. They didn’t want to look. Didn’t want to see the smug grin on Whumper’s face, or their handiwork.

“All done,” Whumper announced. “I have to say, it turned out even better than I’d hoped. Here.” They turned and grabbed a hand mirror, holding it up in front of Whumpee. “See for yourself.”

When Whumpee continued to refuse to look, Whumper sighed, reaching forward to grab them by the hair and force their head down. Their hands gripped the arms of the chair as they finally caught a glimpse of their own reflection.

There, spread across their chest just underneath their collarbone, was Whumper’s signature, permanently inked into their skin.

Whumper’s smile grew wider as they watched Whumpee fight back tears. “Now everyone can see that you belong to me.”

Fandom/universe: Obsession

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, captivity, creepy/intimate/possessive whumper, stress position, restraints, conditioning (but not pet whump), dislocation

Timeline notes: I’m not precisely sure when this takes place, but it’s past where canon currently leaves off

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“You know, I’m not usually one to get into the holidays too much.” Oliver circles her slowly, admiring his work. “Unfortunately I have to celebrate them to some extent. So many parties to attend, bonuses to approve, blah blah blah. In my free time usually I’d rather pretend things like Christmas don’t exist.”

He pauses in his pacing, looking her up and down with a smile. “But I saw this photo set online done with Christmas lights, and I couldn’t resist the aesthetic. And honestly? It’s turning out even better than I expected.”

(Day 16 of Whumptober 2021)

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, creepy/intimate/possessive whumper, captivity whump, aftermath of torture, forced domesticity, partial nudity, muzzle, posture collar, handcuffs, noncon photography, noncon touching (non sexual), threats, implied choking, bruises

No. 16 - ON A NEED TO KNOW BASIS

recovery | scars | aftermath

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A long time ago, in another life, the rhythmic stroking of her hair would have put her on the verge of sleep. Now she can only associate it with him.

He knows it, of course. He does it all on purpose. The hair, the movies...at first when he’d sat on the penthouse sofa and pulled her down to lay with her head on his lap, she’d expected A Walk to Remember again. Before him, it was her favorite movie. 

But no, of course he knows that it’s already ruined for her. No reason to continue forcing her to watch it. Instead, tonight it’s Ever After, a movie that Janaysia recently introduced her to that she’d instantly fallen in love with.

It’s confirmation that he really has been watching her. Panic rises up in her at the thought, and she has to focus very hard on continuing to breathe steadily through her nose to shove it back down. The last thing she needs is to hyperventilate while wearing a muzzle, or to start crying onto his designer jeans.

(Day 15 of Whumptober 2021)

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, creepy/intimate/possessive whumper, water torture, noncon touch (non sexual), restraints, muzzle, posture collar, noncon photos, beating, mild blood

Alt. 3 - CANING

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Icy water droplets fly from her face as he jerks her up by her hair. Her mouth drops open, gasping, oxygen scraping across her throat like she’s inhaled a handful of nails. Some of the water runs down her front, and it stings at her brand new markings, confirming what she thought she tasted on her lips - salt.

She isn’t prepared when he shoves her back down. The salt water burns her eyes for a second before she squeezes them shut, throwing all of her concentration into blowing occasional, soft bubbles, trying to put off the feeling of her lungs trying to explode out of her chest. Her wrists strain against the metal handcuffs, digging bruises into her skin.

(Day 12 of Whumptober 2021)

Part of the elevator section (and specifically one line by the whumper) was inspired by a prompt that was going around last month, but I don’t remember who posted it or where to find it. If you recognize it, please let me know.

Also, I’m using some numbered ‘positions’ in this, inspired by BBU, but this is not in that universe or about pets.

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, kidnapping, creepy/intimate/possessive whumper, torture, strangulation, mild dissociation, lots of noncon touch (non sexual but creepy), brief suicide ideation, implied stalking, beating, broken rib, forced stripping/partial nudity (non sexual but creepy/intimate), emeto mention, referenced burns/branding, implied knife torture

No. 12 - IT’LL BE FUN, THEY SAID

torture | made to watch | begging

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The red light around the up arrow is somehow blinding, mocking her. She can’t tear her eyes away from it. It’s worse when it clicks off, though, because that’s when she’s forced to leave the relative safety of the hall.

She’d expected him to drag her out the front door. Into his waiting car, away from the hotel, back to that place that haunts her nightmares. But instead, they’re getting into the elevator. Going up. Her mind won’t comprehend what that might mean, can only focus on the gold trim, the patterned floor, the mirrors.

They take up two entire walls of the elevator, bouncing one back to the other so that there’s an endless repetition, a million reflections of her own face, her own fear, of his hand still gripping her arm as he bends over and presses a button to shut the doors. When he turns back and catches her looking at him in the mirror, a smile creeps over his face, and a shudder rocks her body.

(Day 8 of Whumptober 2021)

Thank you to @shiningstarofwinter for the inspiration for this one!

Taglist: @inky-whump , @michelleswhumpyreblogs

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, captivity whump, creepy/possessive whumper, claustrophobia, death mention, panic, stress position, restraints

Alt. 10 - TRAPPED

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She can’t breathe.

There’s not enough air, she can’t breathe.

It’s too small, she’s being crushed, her lungs can’t get anything in and she can’t move and she can’t breathe and she’s going to die here, trapped in this box, tied up and folded like she’s a gift instead of a person.

And this psychotic man is going to be taking photos of her very last moments.