(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.

Whumpers be like...

(Prompt #3 for Summer of Whump)

If a little bit of this seems familiar, it’s because I mixed what was originally Whumpay Day 9 in. I liked that drabble, and it’s what started this whole series, but it didn’t work perfectly as is and was super short. This chapter, on the other hand, ended up being really long!

Taglist: @darthsutrich , @a-series-of-whumpy-events , @ladydani101

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Warnings: lady whumpee (male whumper), imprisonment, restraints, starvation, dehydration, brief mention of noncon touch, brief emeto mention, hallucinations

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. The sound of footsteps on the wooden steps wakes Adelaide from a restless, uncomfortable sleep. Lifting her head off the dirty floor, where she had finally resigned herself to settle when she couldn’t stay sitting up any longer, she blinks and squints at the figure coming into the brig. His face is obscured by the light from the lantern he’s holding. Adelaide quickly uses her manacled hands to shove herself upright, then decides even that’s not enough to make her feel safe and wobbles to her feet. 

The man comes closer, setting the lantern down just outside her cell so that she can finally make out his face. It’s Marshall. So far he’s never treated her unkindly, but that was before he knew her secret. Besides, he carries out the Captain’s orders, so he could very well be there to take her to her doom. 

For a moment they remain silent. He stares at her, as if trying to reconcile her outward appearance with the knowledge he now holds. Not that there’s much hiding it now, not with her shirt still gaping open. She hadn’t been able to twist her hands around to rebutton it.

(Prompt #18 for Summer of Whump)

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Warnings: captivity, restraints, referenced human trafficking, beating, blood

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It was a long, bumpy ride before the truck finally came to a stop and the tailgate dropped open, letting sunlight flood in. Jacob squinted against the influx, muscles tense, waiting for the hands to grab him and sling him around like an object rather than a person once again. Sure enough, Stetson’s silhouette appeared, and he was dragged forward and out by the same loop of rope. He hit the ground with a bruising thud.

(Prompt #28 for Summer of Whump)

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Warnings: restraints, captivity, dehumanisation, shock collar, asphyxiation, human auction

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It was another day and a half before Jacob started to find out why he was there. During that whole time, he stayed hogtied in the stall, only being acknowledged when one of the goons came in to pour some water down his throat. The first time that happened he made the mistake of choking on it, and the sound set the stupid bark collar off again. The goon had just laughed at him.

On day two, when he was thoroughly bruised all over and aching from the cramped position, something started happening out in the barn. More and more voices filled the airy space, male mostly, but with a feminine laugh breaking through here and there. Jacob had no idea what was happening, but his heart rate sped up, regardless.

(Originally Whumpay Day 13)

This is another Whumpay fic that I’m turning into a series. Reposting with the banner and character name inserted in anticipation of continuing this month during Summer of Whump!

Let me know if you want on a tag list!

Warnings: restraints, kidnapping, noncon touch (non sexual), dehumanisation, shock collar (obviously)

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He was thrown roughly to the ground, his rope-bound hands doing nothing to stop the fall. An instant later, the hands were on him again, yanking him up onto his knees, and the stifling, dusty bag was finally ripped off of his head.

Blinking at the sudden influx of light, he found himself staring at the legs of someone in an expensive, tailored suit. Jacob jerked his head back and scowled up at the middle-aged man they belonged to.

“Who are you? What do you think you’re doing, dragging me out here like this?” He had no idea where here was, but it smelled like horse.

Whumpay Day 13 -

Grief | Feels guilty for being happy | Alt. Prompt: Shock collar

I *may* have stretched to find a way to include this one. I’ve been wanting to write something of this nature for a while now, and I had an actual idea for it the other day, so I wanted to go ahead and write it. If I can find a place to put a continuation, I will, but there will probably be more of it at some point even if it’s not this month!

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: restraints, kidnapping, noncon touch (non sexual), dehumanisation, shock collar (obviously)

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He was thrown roughly to the ground, his rope-bound hands doing nothing to stop the fall. An instant later, the hands were on him again, yanking him up onto his knees, and the stifling, dusty bag was finally ripped off of his head. 

Blinking at the sudden influx of light, he found himself staring at the legs of someone in an expensive, tailored suit. He jerked his head back and scowled up at the middle-aged man they belonged to.

“Who are you? What do you think you’re doing, dragging me out here like this?” He had no idea where here was, but it smelled like horse. 

Fancy Suit man had the gall to smile at him. 

“Oh, a feisty one. How quaint. There’s always at least one or two looking for something like you.”

Whumpay Day 9 -

Gentle | Brutal

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, restraints, dehydration mention, pirates

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The sea is calm this afternoon. Gentle. The kind of sea that makes sailing easy, makes her feel like she’s out there for leisure.

It belies the scene that is happening on deck. 

She’s glad for the thick fabric of her coat, keeping the rope that winds round and round her torso from digging into her skin and rubbing it raw, keeping the wooden mast at her back from bruising her spine too harshly. There’s nothing, however, to keep the Captain’s spittle from landing on her wind-worn face when he leans in to sneer at her.

“You will learn to obey my orders, missy. All of ‘em, like ‘em or not.” She’s smelled many foul things in her time aboard this ship, but his breath may win the top spot. “You’ll stay right here for three days. If you’re good and don’t put up a fuss, I might let First Mate give you some water once or twice .”

She won’t give him the satisfaction of speaking, but she does level a steady, defiant glare back at him. The punishment scares her. She can’t deny that. But he won’t see her break.

He takes another step in closer, and she refuses to flinch. “And if you think that seems brutal…” He chuckles darkly. “Try crossin’ me again. Then you’ll see brutal.”