#tw gags

[whump-mania]

Taking off a Whumpee’s gag only to briefly put something in their mouth before it gets slapped right back on

Some ideas for what that could be:

-drugs

-alcohol

-if it’s just an over-the-mouth gag, an additional gag that actually fills their mouth to muffle their sounds even more

-to spit in

-fingers

-the only food or water they’ll get that day

Add more of your own below

[gilverrwrites]

Toy Maintenance

Arkham Knight/Reader, 900 words Ft. Slade Wilson Kinktober entry 13: Interruption Warnings: Extremely dubious consent/non-con | implied/mentions of violence | bondage | gags | exhibitionism, sorta | a darker portrayal of Jason Requested by: Anonymous

“Oh, you poor baby. Does it hurt?” The eerily modulated voice of The Arkham Knight jeers at you from above. You’re not exactly sure what he’s referring to, but the answer is yes. Your very bones ache to their core after hours of use. Your wrists are cut from their metal bindings, knees scuffed from the hard floor. Your jaw stings from having your lips locked around a ring gang for such a long time, and you were beginning to fear he was right; your tight little cunt would never be the same again. Everything hurt.

Even as he teasingly slaps his cock between your slit, what should only sting a little, burns. “I asked you a question.”

To emphasise his impatience, he smacks a gloved hand on your already beaten ass, laughing that infuriating fucking laugh when you cry out in pain.

“Uhhh.” Your sob is distorted by the O-shaped piece of metal lodged between your teeth. “Yuush e hopts.”

“Awh.” He continues to mock as he slowly pushes his length inside your used up walls. The pace is not a kindness, you know he wants to feel every inch of it splitting tender walls. As he presses deeper inside, the cum from his previous exploits leaks out of your gaping hole. The wet sound of it escaping and dripping to the floor is absolutely vulgar. Once he bottoms out, he leans over your arched back, ensuring his tip sits snug against your cervix and getting close to your face. “I don’t care.”

The worst part is that once he starts driving into your raw and worked up pussy, ruthlessly snapping his hips at an animalistic speed; the pain is worth it. Just for that modicum of bittersweet pleasure. Even his foul-mouthed compliments and derogatory insults make your eyes roll back, and so he cracks wise at you all the more.

“God you’re pathetic.” He spits in response to your quiet sobs. He likes this angle because he knows he’s hitting that inner sweet spot that makes you crazy with every thrust. “Look at you, fucking loving it. You don’t know even know who I am. Do you?”

You’re shaking your head, scuffing your own cheek on the concrete floor when the door suddenly swings open and slams closed, a tall figure carrying a thick folder entering in between. The Knight doesn’t let up his unrelenting attack on your cunt, not even as the solider stops beside your rutting bodies, depositing the file on The Knights desk.

Up close you recognise him, specifically the two-done armour, and his singular, jarring eye. Deathstroke.

“When you hired me, I came on as a mercenary, not an errand boy.” He states bitterly. You can’t get a good look at him from your spot on the floor, but he seems to be watching your captor. It occurs to you that most would be attempting to cover their modesty about now, but The Knight isn’t done with you, so you remain still, enjoying the euphoric drag of his cock.

“Ohh, sorry, old man. Am I running you ragged?” The Knight replies, voice raspy from exertion but still acrid. Even more sour than it is with you, which you earnestly hadn’t thought possible.

“Not likely.” The merc deadpans. If you had the energy, you might have jumped when his masked head swiftly tilts to meet your eye.

He considers you for a moment before lifting his boot and lightly placing it on your shoulder. You don’t fight, The Knight has long since fucked that out of you. But for the first time since you’d been brought here, you wonder how you must look. Bruised and broken, face planted in a puddle of your own drool. How small and worthless you must seem.

With his foot, Deathstroke shakes your form, only briefly, grunting when you don’t respond and turning back to The Arkham Knight.

“You should take better care of your toys.” He says, chiding him like a father would a child. The Knight doesn’t take too kindly to his tone.

“Fuck off old timer, don’t tell me how to run my shit.” You howl in a twisted mix of relief and anguish as The Knight pulls out of you to get in Deathstroke face. “I got her just how I want her.”

“Is that right?” The older man snickers, his one eye falling back to you, it takes you a moment to register that his proceeding question is directed at you. “Far be it from us to have an opinion, huh girl?”

If or how you should respond is redundant, before you can muster any sound The Knight jams his finger in Deathstroke’s chest. “Do I pay you to have opinions? No, I pay you to do a fucking job. N- “

He cuts himself off mid-sentence, also looking over at you before the two masked men turn to face each other in tandem.

“Oh, I get it. You’re sniffing around because you want a piece.” Deathstroke scoffs in reply but doesn’t deny the accusation. Resolutely unbothered by The Knight’s impeachment of personal space.

Like a carrot on a stick, The Arkham Knight reaches down to you, grabbing you by the scruff of your neck and hauling you upright so that Deathstroke can get a better look at your naked body, cuts and bruises and all.

“Well get me some goddamn results, an’ I might let you take a turn.” You’re not sure how you feel about that, but you doubt your position on the matter will be considered. “But until then get the fuck outta my face.”

You will achieve great things, even though small steps.

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[serickswrites]

Devil’s Advocate

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Warnings: self sacrifice, restraints, gags, implied captivity, implied torture

Whumpee froze as they entered the clearing and saw Caretaker in Whumper’s arms. Caretaker thrashed wildly trying to break free from ropes binding their wrists behind their back, their jaw working furiously around the gag in their mouth. 

“Let them go!” Whumpee called at Whumper as they walked forward. 

Whumper tightened their grip on Caretaker’s arm, bending it just past the point of pain. Caretaker groaned around the gag. “If your intent is to hurt Caretaker, by all means keep walking, Whumpee.”

Whumpee froze once more. “Don’t....don’t hurt them. Please.” 

“But I want to Whumpee. I want to.” Whumper sniffed Caretaker’s head. “Their pain is so delicious.”

“Then hurt me,” Whumpee said weakly, suddenly no longer able to look at Caretaker. 

“Beg your pardon?” Whumper said as Caretaker stilled in their grip. 

Caretaker shook their head, their groans becoming louder as Whumpee said, “Hurt me. If you want to hurt Caretaker, take me. That will hurt them more than anything you could do to them physically.”

Whumper glared down at Caretaker. “That true?”

Caretaker growled in response.

Whumper chuckled as they shoved Caretaker away and down. Caretaker fell face first into the dirt. “Well then, that’s music to my ears.”

Before Whumper could grab them, Whumpee put up a hand. “Hurt me. Hurt me and keep me for as long as you like. But you have to let Caretaker go.”

“Why on earth would I do that? So they can rescue you?”

Whumpee shook their head. “Keep me forever, Whumper. Hurt me forever. You’ll hurt Caretaker forever that way. But you have to let them go.”

Caretaker growled as they tried to roll themself over. “Fine, but I’m not untying them.” 

Caretaker looked on in horror as Whumper grabbed Whumpee. Whumpee turned and gave Caretaker one last smile before they allowed Whumper to bind their wrists behind their back. “It’s ok, Caretaker. I’ll be ok.”

[ofgctham]

It was just to get fresh air, to keep him occupied with the stars that covered the night sky. Nothing more. Bruce didn't make it back to Wayne Manor...Alfred reported him missing when Alfred didn't find Bruce in his bedroom. Of course, the billionaire of Wayne Enterprises is missing.

Bruce is somewhere in Gotham, in one of the abandoned buildings. He's drifting in and out of consciousness, letting out a groan. A groan that came out muffled. Something's shoved in his mouth as he bit down on the cloth that's wrapped tightly around his mouth, propped up on a chair with his wrists tied behind his back. He couldn't move his ankles too as well, trying to keep his eyes open despite his vision blurry. Where is he? What's going on?

[serickswrites]

hello! I was wondering if you could do a 2nd part to https://www.tumblr.com/serickswrites/724474730775822337/hello-im-extremely-fond-of-ur-writing-and-was ??

tysm :D

Hello, anon! I absolutely can. I think this is part 3 now?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, gags, noncon touch, creepy/intimate whumper

Supervillain didn't want to rush their time with Hero. But they truly couldn't get enough of Hero. They finally had Hero in their hands. And they could give Hero everything. Do everything they had wanted to do. And no one was going to stop them.

"Isn't this just so lovely, sweetheart?" Supervillain said as they nipped at the shell of Hero's ear. "You and I are going to have such fun."

Hero growled around the gag in their mouth and thrashed, trying to get away from Supervillain.

"Stop struggling, sweetheart, you know how enticing that is. I want to take my time with you." They sniffed at Hero's soft hair, inhaling Hero's scent deeply. "I can barely control myself around you as it is."

With another growl, Hero rocked their head back hard, colliding with Supervillain's cheek bone. Supervillain screeched with pain, immediately jerking back. "You stupid slut!" They roared.

The door to the cell banged open and Villain rushed in. They immediately grabbed Hero by the throat. "You are not to hurt Supervillain. You will regret this."

Hero's face turned red as they struggled against Villain. "Did you hear me?" Villain shook Hero's neck for emphasis.

Hero nodded.

"Good." Villain released Hero and Hero dropped to the floor, relief filling their eyes. "Are you ok?" Villain asked as they offered Supervillain a hand. "Let me take care of that for you."

Supervillain couldn't believe they had let Hero get the drop on them. Their face hurt, but not as much as their pride. They let Villain lead them away as they made a silent promise to pay Hero back in kind the next time they had a turn with Hero.

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[serickswrites]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a pt 2 to the story where a !yandere supervillain & !yandere villain team up to kidnap their “darling” hero? Could you make it a bit spicy as well?? Thank you so much ^^!

Hello, anon! I can definitely write this for you. I am so glad you enjoyed it!

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Warnings: kidnapping, captivity, restraints, gags, creepy/intimate whumper

Seeing Villain sit on Hero's chest had made Supervillain feel...things. Things they hadn't felt in a while. Things that they wanted to act on as soon as they got Hero back to Lair with Villain.

Supervillain quickly shoved a gag in Hero's mouth as Hero gasped around the weight on their chest. "Can't have you drawing too much attention, now can we."

Hero glared up at Supervillain in response.

Villain didn't move from Hero's chest, but held out their hand to Supervillain. "I'll teleport us out of here."

Before Supervillain could protest--they had wanted to savor this moment a bit longer--Villain grabbed their hand. In the span of a blink suddenly they were standing in Lair's dungeon.

Villain leaned down and kissed the outside of Hero's gag, their fingers combing through Hero's hair. "We are going to have such fun, you and I." They glanced over at Supervillain, noting the unrestrained desire on Supervillain's face. "And I think Supervillain may even have more fun with you first."

Villain rose suddenly. "I'll let you have your turn first, Supervillain." They blew a kiss to Hero. "I'll be back for you soon, my daring." And they skipped off out of the dungeon.

Hero tried desperately to pull their hands free from the cuffs as Supervillain watched, unsure of where they wanted to start now that they finally had Hero in their clutches. "Oh, sweetheart," Supervillain said as they finally knelt next to Hero. "There's no escaping this. No escaping the inevitable." They stroked a hand down Hero's face. Down Hero's neck. Down their chest, Supervillain's hand coming to rest just over Hero's crotch. "Don't tell me you haven't been wanting this."

Supervillain leaned down and nipped at the shell of Hero's ear. "I know you've been dreaming of this day for almost as long as me," they whispered in Hero's ear. "And I have a lot planned for us, sweetheart," they gave a possessive squeeze as they touched Hero. Hero inhaled sharply. "And we have all the time in the world to enjoy it."

Tags: @aarika-merrill @scaryoreo2

[serickswrites]

Hook, Line, And Sinker III

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Warnings: captivity, torture, gags, restraints, forced to watch, broken bones

Whumper started with Whumpee’s left hand. “PLEASE!” Caretaker had screamed when Whumper picked up a hammer from a table of instruments that Caretaker couldn’t see the top of and asked Caretaker which hand was Whumpee’s dominant hand. “PLEASE DON’T!” 

Whumper brought the hammer down on Whumpee’s left pinky finger. Whumpee squealed in pain around the gag. “I’ve already been over this with you. I am going to hurt them. Nothing brings me greater joy than your pain, Caretaker, and nothing brings you greater pain than Whumpee’s pain. Isn’t that right, darlin’?” They smirked at Whumpee. 

Whumpee’s chest was heaving, snot dribbling down their face over the gag. They glared at Whumper, daring them to continue. 

“So I ask again, is Whumpee left handed?” 

Before Caretaker could reply, Whumper brought down the hammer once more, smashing Whumpee’s ring finger. Whumpee screamed around the gag. They glared up at Whumper as tears streamed down their face. 

“Whatever I did to make you do this, I am sorry. PLEASE! ME! HURT ME!” Caretaker screamed as Whumper brought down the hammer once more. 

“I don’t care for such things,” Whumper said coldly. They cupped Whumpee’s cheek as they spoke. “I only care for your pain.”

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[serickswrites]

Two for Flinching

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Warnings: captivity, restraints, gags/muzzle, knives, forced to watch, torture

Team Leader snarled and strained against the chains that kept them bound to the chair. I’m going to rip you apart, Whumper. With my bare hands. 

Whumper laughed at Team Leader’s impotence. “You can’t get me, so why fight?” Whumper circled Smallest Teammate, running their hands through Smallest Teammate’s hair. 

Smallest Teammate squeaked as they flinched back from Whumper’s touch. But Whumper fisted their hair and kept them still. 

“LEAVE THEM ALONE!” Team Leader roared. 

“Why in the ever loving fuck would I do that? They are so pretty,” Whumper said as they caressed Smallest Teammate’s hair once more. 

“STOP IT! STOP IT!” Team Leader yelled as they watched the tears roll down Smallest Teammate’s face. 

Suddenly Whumper stalked over to Team Leader, their face inches from Team Leader’s. “Stop. Ruining. My. Fun.”

Team Leader spat in Whumper’s face. “Fuck you.”

Whumper glared down at Team Leader as they wiped the spit off their face. “You’re going to regret that.” They nodded at Accomplice. 

Accomplice quickly crossed the room and pressed a blade to Smallest Teammate’s throat. Smallest Teammate stilled, their eyes wide with terror. 

“Don’t hurt them! Please! Don’t.” Team Leader begged instantly regretting their display. Please don’t hurt them. Hurt me. Not them.

“I need you to be still. And quiet.” Whumper growled. “And stop ruining my fun.”

Team Leader nodded. “I will be quiet. And still. Just hurt me. Please. Leave them alone.” 

“Oh I am going to hurt you, Team Leader. Just not yet.” Whumper lifted a muzzle from the table of instruments nearby. “But I’m going to make sure I don’t hear your fucking voice any time soon.”

Team Leader’s heart was in their throat. They would not let Whumper muzzle them. They couldn’t. They started to struggle again, but froze as Accomplice pressed the blade once more to Smallest Teammate’s throat. 

Whumper smiled. “Very good. Maybe you aren’t so stupid after all.”

Before Team Leader could respond, Whumper was wrestling the muzzle onto their head. It was tight and prevented Team Leader from making any sound. They tried not to cry as they realized they wouldn’t even be able to offer comforting words to Smallest Teammate. 

And that this was all their fault. 

“Perfect,” Whumper cooed. “This will be fun.” And they waltzed back over to Smallest Teammate, a twinkle in their eye and a pep in their step. “Don’t worry,” Whumper said as they looked over their shoulder, “it’ll be your turn soon.”