#muzzled whumpee

[abhainnwhump]

Whumper keeping non-human Whumpees in a "zoo".

They kidnap them, buy them, maybe even make them in their own basement lab. They could even be a world-jumper and collect Whumpees across the world. Whumper gives their pets pretty little collars, muzzles, and forces makes them look their best. Then they teach them how to do tricks, hours upon hours on end. Even if Whumpee is exhausted out of their mind, they still have to put on a show. The residents that come to the zoo are mostly other Whumpers, but there are a few naive innocent people who wandered in by mistake.

#whump #whump writing #whump prompt #whumpblr #whump tropes #creepy whumper #pet whump #pet whumpee #multiple whumpees #multiple whumpers #nonhuman whumpee #muzzled whumpee #collared whumpee #noncon body modification

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

I adore muzzling Whumpees. 

A face mask over a muzzle as Whumper drags Whumpee through a crowded area. Whumpee knows exactly what will happen to them if they make a scene.

The deep red marks on Whumpee’s face as their muzzle is removed for the first time in months. The way they struggle to speak again after days of having it on. The first word they manage to croak out is “water”.

Whumpee refuses to take some kind of pill, so Whumper stuffs it into their mouth and covers their lips with duct tape. Either they swallow willingly or it gets dissolved in their mouth, but they’re taking it.

Whumpee so terrified and hysterical that they can only sob and hyperventilate behind the duct tape, struggling to get enough air without their mouth. All they can do is sob, choking on their own tears and spit.

Whumpee sitting in the bathtub as Caretaker carefully tries to remove the duct tape wrapped around Whumpee’s head. They whisper apologies whenever Whumpee flinches.

Rescuers not having enough time to un-muzzle Whumpee. They just pick the bound and silenced Whumpee up and run. 

Whumpee only being able to communicate through muffled grunts through their muzzle, but still desperately trying to communicate with Caretaker.

#whumpee #whumper #caretaker #captivity whump #muzzled whumpee #caretaker seeing whumpee for the first time in ages and gently removing thier muzzle? PEAK #Whump #my stuff

[whumpy-galaxy]

Aaaaah I am a SUCKER for whumpees being forced to wear a muzzle or collar and after being rescued they refuse to take it off because they were conditioned to feel safe when it’s on

#whump #whump blog #whump prompt #whump writer #whumpblr #whumpgalaxy #whump community #whump writing #whumpee #writer #muzzles #whump concept #muzzled whumpee

[blackberry-bloody]

Did this as a loose redraw of an older whump piece (below the cut)!

This is Ian! He doesn't get enough love, despite how much I adore him.

That feeling when you're a prince but being trained as a living weapon in a lab, and your shitty dad mind-wiped any memories people would have of you so you know you're entirely on your own. And even your mentor is hired by your dad so even though he tries to help and caretake you, he still qualifies as a whumper. <3

(the old art this is based on)

#whump art #nightingale sings #nightingale draws #my oc #ian oc #tw partial nudity #(non sexual) #demon whumpee #muzzled whumpee #shock collar

[midwinter-whump]

LD Lab Rats Pt. 8

Blood, Blaster shot wound, dehumanization, muzzle

"Liithal. Come on, kid. Say something."

Teeth sinking into her shoulder, pinning her to the ground.

"Whatever he did to you, you're stronger than this."

Her breath leaking out slowly as her muscles lock up.

"You have people counting on you."

A sharp thread being pulled from deep in her chest, as if her very soul is being extracted. The world becomes a little darker, and her awareness dims.

Liithal finally turned her gaze to Jay, but she felt numb and disconnected.

"There you are. You were starting to worry me, kid." By the look of his face, he was still worried. But Liithal was guessing since she couldn't sense his emotions anymore.

Her own voice was much more flat and rough than normal when she spoke, "I'm.... okay."

Jay frowned and scrunched his eyebrows. "I hope so. While I was out today I overheard the pirates talking about their sensors going off. I think we need to be ready to go soon."

While parameter sensors could go off at storms, wildlife, a particularly big wave, Liithal deeply hoped that meant her friends were scouting out a way to break in. The prospect lifted her spirits. "Even if they get to us, these cells are locked. Look what happened when I tried to break you out!"

"Which is why we will be keeping tabs on Nordue and his tablet. I have been keeping notes on places he sets it down. And if one of us is with him when they break in, we'll steal it."

"It... isn't much of a plan."

"I know. But there are a lot of unknown factors. We will have to improvise based on where we all are, and on the escape plan of the rest of your squad. For now, we focus on being able to get that tablet and get back here to free everyone. We'll meet our ride on the way out."

Yeah. Unknown factors. "But what about the droid?"

"You'll have to learn how to use the Force enough push it away."

That was... Not ideal. "But I'm not talented with that. I have always been able to feel the flow of the Force through other creatures, but I can't wield it like a Jedi. And I have tried."

"Being able to feel it is usually the hardest part. You just have to feel the flow through objects as well, and-" he cut himself off when the door opened.

Nordue strode down the hallway and paused between Jay and Liithal. The tension could be cut with a knife. He pointed to Jay, "Move that one to chamber twenty."

Liithal's breath picked up, anger and fear boiled in her. She stood and kicked the barrier, "You can't do that!" She couldn't lose the only person she had to talk to. Her only source of comfort and connection.

Nordue gave her a cold look, "I am removing an uncontrolled element in your environment. A subject needs specific conditions to achieve the desired results. And an element conspiring to alter your abilities? Well we can't have that."

Of course! Why would Liithal not assume Nordue could listen to them? "You can't control us! Whatever you want me to be, you'll fail! I will never give in!"

"If you feel so strongly, then I supposed you are strong enough for another session to prep for your role." He opened her cell and gestured for her to follow.

There was a short moment with both cells open where Liithal and Jay made eye contact. The droid was dealing with him, and Nordue with her. They didn't say anything, didn't need to. They just acted.

With his cuffs magnetized to the droid, Jay pulled himself up and in a single motion used his momentum to flip them both over and slam the droid into the ground.

At the same time, Liithal lurched forward and sank her teeth into Nordue's thigh. He shouted and kicked her off, but she came right back and kicked the side of his leg as hard as she could. He fell down to his knee, which made him finally short enough for her to yank him by his shirt and headbutt his face.

Jay took the tablet and ran to the next cell to free whoever was inside, "Change of plan. We move now!"

Jay had the doors open quickly, although they quickly realized many of the prisoners here were going to need physically dragged out. Liithal's heart dropped because they didn't have time for all of that.

"FU-03!" Nordue choked out, "Intervene!"

The twi'lek stepped from his room. He dashed forward to Liithal, and she dodged away. "Kes! Stop! I won't fight you."

Jay grabbed Kes from behind and restrained him, "You're not going to break through to him! Just go! I'll catch up."

Liithal's eyes welled with tears. The last thing she wanted was to leave anyone behind! A blaster shot hit the wall next to her head and everyone froze. Nordue stood, blood trailing from his nose. "Move again and I'll do more then a warning shot."

Liithal's mind raced. She wasn't fast enough to get the blaster before she was shot. Could she talk her way out of this? "You- You can't shoot me. You need me."

Without a word, Nordue swung the blaster over and shot Jay in the leg.

"NO!" Liithal was at Jay's side by the time he hit the ground. He softly swore, his breath carefully controlled and his energy focused on handling the pain.

"While you are my main subject," Nordue said calmly, even as blood from his bite wound spotted the white tile floor, "The others are disposable. And as I noted earlier, you are soft. You will be eaten by guilt should you cause of one of these other specimens be killed because of you."

Jay gripped Liithal's wrist, "Just go."

She looked up at Nordue, who seemed to be basically daring her to try it. And she knew if she did people would die. She stood slowly, her hands out where they could be seen, "I surrender. Don't shoot."

Nordue grinned, and retrieved his tablet. Barriers over the rooms went back up, "FU-03, take FU-14 to chamber twenty. FU-15, with me."

Liithal bared her teeth at him, "Fuck you." He grabbed the back of her jumpsuit and dragged her along.

"We really must do something about that mouth of yours," Nordue spoke.

He took her to the exam room, and strapped just one of her arms to the table and left her standing next to it. He stuck a stimpak into his leg, then opened a drawer. "I had this made special for you. It should cure your little biting problem, and as an added bonus, just you up." He turned around and Liithal saw some kind of cup-shaped metal cage with straps on it.

"What is that?"

"See, this is what I am talking about. A good weapon doesn't question or talk back. It does what its owner makes it do."

He stepped closer and Liithal pulled away as far as she could with her arm stuck. He reached up to hold her face and she shook her head violently and swatted his hand away, "Don't!"

Nordue ignored her. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved the cage over her snout and buckled the straps behind her head. The device was snug. She couldn't open her mouth more than a tiny bit, she knew she wouldn't be able to eat with this. She pulled at it with her hand, which Nordue snatched and stuck her cuffs together, "None of that now. If you want to act like an animal, I will treat you as one."

Liithal tried to retort, but the only sound that came out was slurred beyond understanding. It was a very specific way to humiliate her, robbing her of her speech. Liithal had spent months when she first got to space unable to speak to anyone without a translator. There were few things that made her feel more helpless than not being able to communicate.

Nordue clipped a lead to the muzzle before freeing her hands. He clicked his tongue and tugged the leash like she was some kind of animal. And she stumbled and caught herself on her hands.

"There you are. You're starting to really look usable now."

Liithal felt shame burning her up. She silently prayed for Sol to find her and get her out of here soon.

#lady whump #liithal dose #alien whump #poll #interactive whump #muzzled whumpee

[doyouevermakeasound]

Febuwhump Prompt Day 3: Muzzled CW: Muzzled whumpee

Whumper was getting tired of the string of vitriol coming from whumpee.  They just wanted to have fun but the constant cursing, belittling, and threats coming from them was annoying.  

They walked away from whumpee bound in the middle of the room.  Whumpee craned their neck to see where whumper was walking to behind them.

“What?  Is that all you got?”  

Whumper could hear the high of a victory, albeit small, on whumpee’s voice.  They smiled to themselves as they searched through the cabinet, not saying anything.  They had the perfect solution.

“Cat got your tongue?  Pathetic.”  Whumpee spat.

Whumper found what they had been looking for: the muzzle.  Although dusty and the leather stiff, it was a muzzle nonetheless.  They returned to the middle of the room and slipped the muzzle on, tightening the leather close to their skin.

Whumpee screamed underneath the leather of the muzzle.  

“That’s so much better.  I can work in piece now.”

@febuwhump

#febuwhumpday3 #febuwhump 2023 #febuwhump #muzzled whumpee #whump prompt #whump

[cakeinthevoid]

I was rereading an old work to continue and I just had to share my favourite part I wrote so far :)) Content: Interrogation scene excerpt; slightly inhuman whumpee; muzzled (not explicit); detention; restrained

The detective leaned forward. “See, I don’t think that makes sense.” 

Dang. Guess not. 

“So why would you lie about that?” 

Double dang. 

He stayed silent, clearly wanting her to speak up. 

Auretta resisted and counted the seconds. 

About two and a half minutes later he stood up. Auretta jerked back. 

“Relax, I’m leaving.” The buzzer sounded. “I’m leaving ,” he repeated. 

Auretta felt a panic bloom. 

“Wait,” she coughed out, interrupting her rhythm. “Wait, don’t, I’m sorry, please don’t go.” She coughed and tried to restart her breathing pattern through gritted teeth.

The man sighed. “I want to help you, I really do, but this only works if you’re answering truthfully. You’ve lied, at least partially, at least three times in the past however many minutes. Not to mention the obvious limitation with the mask—” 

“I’ll speak. I’ll talk. Please don’t go.” If she were alone, she would only be able to focus on the chains, the muzzle —no, at the very least, she needed the stimulation.

The detective looked sad. She only caught the expression for a moment before he masked it with unreadability. 

“Okay.” He sat back down. “What do you want to talk about then?”

Continues here! 

#vigilante #my cake #auretta #detective matthews #muzzled whumpee #restrained whumpee #interrogation whump #please don't go #<- a lovely trope :))) works in so many ways #ill whumpee #detention whump #restrained #whump #ao3 #i love matthews one of my fave characters that I wrote #do not be misled he is not the whumper lmao #he is Trying his Best as is his Fatherly Duty #he needs to quit his job and coach youth sports teams but he doesn't want his precinct to go to complete shit

[whumpkinz]

Birthday Surprise

CW: food and sleep deprivation, manipulative whumper, muzzles, caging, electrocution, dehumanizing, a little pet whump, inhuman/Super Whumper, Super Villain whumper? Who knows, manhandling, noncon touching but not sexually, crying

Whumper's decided to throw a Birthday party with all their loved friends and family and much to whumpees horror they are the entertainment.

Word count: 1,517

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Whumpee hadn't slept in 3 days leading up to the party. Whumper asked them if they had wanted food or sleep since Whumpee had been bad and deemed undeserving of both. Whumpee knew they couldn't function without sleep for long. Ever since they were a child they would always doze off in class, head dipping forward and jerked up to stay awake if they didn't get a full night's sleep. Of course Whumpee really learned this during high school and college. Pulling a few all nighters to write last minute papers and completing assignments only to suffer the following-or rather the same day. Yawning, drowsiness, brain fog, and micro sleeping persisted through the next day always without fail. Whumpee really needed to sleep which is why they always choose it when it came down to the two.

Whumpee could handle the irritability, the stomach pains, the way everything seemed to take more energy, and Whumper seemed happier when they snarked back, cataloging and using it towards planning their next punishment. Wumper also had decided Whumpee wouldn't get what they wanted. The first time Whumpee had been asked they choose sleep of course. This prompted Whumper to personally make Whumpee dinner that night making it virtually impossible to refuse without punishment but being forced to take no sleep as a result.

The second night Whumpee had been asked, Whumper had straight out decided to do the exact opposite and continue Whumpee's sleepless nights. Of course they hadn't deserved to sleep yet they could barely function the entier day after almost 40 hours of no sleep.

The third time however, Whumpee had begged Whumper to sleep, they sucked up any pride they had, got down on their knees and had pleaded to let them sleep. Whumper had found this rather unsatisfying though. It was a good enough reason for them to decide "No sleep again. If you want something you need to earn it and begging is not what I want. Good behavior gets you rewards and begging is not good behavior."

Which had led to the current predicament, Whumpee who hasn't slept in 3 days, or 72 full hours being stuck in a big comfy cage filled with nice soft sheets, a comfortable pillow and even a stuffed animal.

Whumpee had thought maybe they'd caught a break. They got all dressed down in their undergarments, let them put on a muzzle and lazily gotten in the cage without any resistance or hesitation. If they'd been good the days before they would sometimes luck out and be shown "on display only". It's not like Whumpee could put up a good fight even if they wanted too. Whumper had other plans for this party especially though.

Whumpee had been asleep for a meesly twenty minutes; comepletly by accident at this point when Whumper had come for them. They had been wheeled out to the middle of the room inside the cage, catching flashes of curious eyes and sadistic smiles. This is when Whumpee realizes Whumpers not done with them yet.

Whumper walks over to Whumpee's face, leans down near it and smiles at them. They reach in through the cage to a terrified Whumpee who's shaking pressed up against the other side of the bars.

"Aw baby don't worry. The party's just getting started." They coo. Whumpee can't help the tears that's already falling down their cheeks. Normally they would have at least argued, they knew they wouldn't be able to out match Whumper but they would take embarrassing them in front of their friends if they got a chance even at the cost of punishment. They had to get their small victories somewhere but this was not that. This was something else.

Whumper climbed up ontop of the cage gathering up the attention of those nearby. A few had laughed in amusmemt at the dramatic gesture but were filled with mischievous delight awaiting Whumpers speech. Whumper cleared their throat and began.

"Ladies, Gentleman and beyond! Welcome to my 32nd birthday extravaganza!" Cheers erupted from the crowd which made Whumper's face get red and they pretended to be shy. "Aw guys you really don't have to do all that. I won't tell you to stop though!" Whumper jokes.

Whumpee couldn't focus on what Whumper was saying though. They could barely process what was even happening right now. The cheers sounded like everyone loved Whumper. The way the crowd cheers for them reminds them of their own parties back home. The shouts of excitment from all their friends when they blew out the candles, the pretty colors from the birthday present wrappings, dancing to music. They couldn't even remember the last time they danced. They couldn't dance anymore because of-their body seized at the name. The momentary bliss ruined by the thought of Whumper.

Whumper really was loved, the same way they used to be.

Fresh tears roll down Whumpee's eyes onto the soft pillow beneath their head. They're greatful for the comfort right now even when they know the pain will come soon. The feeling of the soft faux fur touching their skin remind them of laying in bed at their parents house. If they close their eyes they could almost imagine they were really there. Sure they were cold and their mouth felt odly weird but they were so comfy and didn't they deserve to sleep after working so hard on their paper?

They probably had more work to do tomorrow. They had class in the morning they were sure, and they could get some breakfast at the cafeteria. They only had a 15 minute break but they knew they could be able to get in and out of there with a minute to spare if they took the left wing where it was less crowded.

Sometimes they'd eat outside and watch the birds in the trees. The way they could fly was amazing.

They could fly over the sea hosting ocean liners full of passengers. They kids would point at them and go "Look at that pretty bird mama!" The smell and tatse of salt hot in their senses. It would be peaceful. It would be beautiful.

Whumper kicked the cage with inhumane strength and was delighted when it went flying 20 feet in front of them. Once Whumper had noticed Whumpee had fallen asleep they mentally timed the entier time to exuse their punishment. It might not have been accurate but that wasn't really a concern to them. They were celebrating their birthday and no matter how tired Whumpee was, they were going to stay awake for Whumper.

And awake they were at last.

Whumper watched in delight at how the cage had flipped after being kicked, how Whumpee had been knocked around already bruising and muffling moans in pain. Some of the comfort items were on the floor but Whumper easily stepped over them as they made their way to the frightened Whumpee.

"Alright everyone! Let's get this fixed up and we can all start! As you can see my poor little Whumpee has been misbehaving recently as of late." Whumper says as if Whumpee has been behaving in the first place. "I haven't given them permission to sleep and yet there they were. I guess everyone here will just have to show them what happens when-" Whumpers demeanor changes instantly. "-they don't behave."

Suddenly multiple party guests rush over to the cage. With a raise of Whumpers hand the party goers lift the cage up; Whumper uses this opportunity to yank the blankets, pillows and other comfort items out before it's turned upside right. Whumpee hits the bottom with a thud and they let out a loud groan in the now empty cage. Hadn't it seemed bigger earlier? Why were they feeling so suffocated right now?

They are taken to the center of a raised platform stage in the back of the ballroom. The guests gatherer around the cage hungrily with Whumper in the front. Suddenly Whumper raised a long metal rod sadisticly. Whumpee heard a click and the rod came to life with electricity. Whumpee started screaming incoherently against their gag and muzzle scrambling away as far away against the cage as they could. This was absoltuly insane right now right?

"Oh right. Take off the gag now, I wanna hear them scream."

Hands filled the cage and held Whumpee down as they tried to thrash out of their grasps. Hands held their head down, reached in and unbuckeled the muzzle. Whumpee's chest heaved as they sobbed barely able to stay awake despite everything happening around them. Dizziness overtook them as their eyes dropped heavy again.

Their eyes snapped open as burning hot pain coursed through their veins unleashing a devastatingly pathetic scream from Whumpee. They clawed themselves away from the source of the sensation but were pushed forward by gloved hands. They felt rough against their head and upper back that kept pressing them towards Whumper. Suddenly more rods were zapping Whumpee, and soon no matter how much they wiggled or moved they were constantly being zapped and electrocuted over and over again

#whump #whumper #whumpee #electrocution #sleep deprivation #talk of food deprivation #manipulative whumper #manhandling whump #muzzles #muzzled whumpee #caging #slight pet whump #inhuman whumper #supervillan whumper #whumpkinz writes #i hope you like this! this is my first whump peice! #:3 #crying #whump writing #maybe I'll make a part two! #maybe it's a nightmare ;) #maybe it's an illusion #maybe it's drugs #maybe it's maybelline #whumpdumps

[ronanziriano]

hmp by jinguj

#jinguj #whump #whump art #gagged whumpee #muzzled #body modification

[a-crumb-of-whump]

god i love muzzles... do you have any other muzzle related hcs or posts?

I don't feel like going back and finding them all, so i'll write the brief version of the ones I remember down + some more:)

Content: Muzzles, captivity, dehumanisation, conditioning, vampire whumpee, starvation, gagged, pet whump, PTSD/trauma.

Whumper forcing Caretaker to muzzle Whumpee for them.

Whumpee doesn't want to take the muzzle off because they're conditioned to believe that they're dangerous.

Whumpee always having a muzzle on them because they'll bite chunks of skin off otherwise.

A vampire whumpee having to wear a muzzle for everyone's safety because they're so hungry that they can't control themselves.

The muzzle on Whumpee's face being so small that they can't physically open their mouths or breathe properly.

Whumpee secretly keeping the muzzle Whumper always used on them after their escape to feel some sort of normalcy in their new life.

Whumpee's muzzle also having a bit attached to it that sits in Whumpee's mouth when they've got it on.

Trying to pry the muzzle off the second Whumper isn't looking.

Caretaker having to throw the muzzle away within Whumpee's eyesight just so they know it's gone forever.

The heavy breathing Whumpee does through their nose because they can't open their mouth.

Whumper poking their finger through one of the holes in Whumpee's muzzles to tease them or yank them around.

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump scenarios #whump prompts #whump tropes #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #muzzle whump #pet whump #vampire whump #vampire whumpee #ask

[whumpy-galaxy]

Ok but like caretaker having to do similar things with whumpee that whumper did.

Such as:

Drugging (to get them to sleep, calm down, etc)

Muzzling/keeping chained up (especially vampire whumpees, maybe they were even starved so they’ll attack anyone, even caretaker)

Feel free to add more!

#whump #whump blog #whump prompt #whump writer #whumpblr #whumpgalaxy #whump community #whump writing #whumpee #writer #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #vampire #muzzles #muzzled whumpee #caretaker #hurt/comfort

[blackberry-bloody]

Commission 2 of 2 for the lovely @icyheart-and-friends of their oc/pc for my DnD campaign, Eliza (right, any pronouns) and My oc Berkley (left, he/him).

This is a slightly modified scene of something that happened in game, where Berkley experimented/modified her to have fangs and venom. She unfortunately failed a check and ended up biting him. This was the result.

#jay jabbers #my art #commission #whump art #friend's oc #eliza oc #my oc #berkley oc #falling feathers campaign #lab whump #tw blood #muzzled whumpee #carewhumper

[squishablesunbeam]

Caretaker lightly brushes their fingers along the leather straps that crisscross over Whumpee's face as they sleep fitfully with their head in Caretaker's lap. They have to be in pain. Angry red marks peek out from under the hard leather that bind the muzzle firmly in place. The heavy lock resting against the back of their head.

Caretaker starts to wonder if, just maybe, they could pry the leather away from Whumpee's soft skin and give Whumpee some small measure of relief. Let them feel their touch instead of that endless pressure of the cruel straps. They press their finger against Whumpee's skin, dipping it just barely into the hollow of their cheek before slipping it carefully underneath one of the leather straps that lay across Whumpee's cheekbone. Caretaker's heart swells with victory. There's barely enough room, the strap now laying across the tip of their finger instead of cutting into Whumpee's raw skin.

It's so tight.

Whumpee makes a small, soft sound and Caretaker freezes. They don't want to hurt Whumpee. They watch carefully as Whumpee rolls their muzzled face against Caretaker's thigh and settles back into sleep. Caretaker gets back to their task, slipping their finger along the length of the strap and prying the leather gently up in places where it sticks in Whumpee's tacky blood. They move onto the next, pressing their finger underneath the strap that loops under Whumpee's ear and over their jaw. Slowly, they work their fingers underneath all the biting edges of leather that binds Whumpee's jaw shut impossibly tight and then starts again.

Caretaker tries to convince themself that they're helping. They're doing something, even if they can't break them out of this god awful cell or take their place with Whumper even once. They are weak. Powerless in this place. But at least they can do this.

#random image that popped into my head #so here ya go #muzzled #captured whumpee and caretaker #caretaker just wants to help #implied torture #whump #whump prompt

[chickenandwhumplings]

Feral Whumpee being forced to wear a muzzle. Whether it's because they're getting too bitey, or just because. Could be by doctors or Whumper. Or a Whumper who's also a doctor. Good stuff.

#whump prompts #whump prompt #whump idea #whump ideas #whumper #muzzle #feral whumpee #whump tropes #whump scenario #whump writing