#whump writings

[brainrotlesbian]

The Toy and the Prince

Part 2: co-captives

Jordan woke to the sound of muffled crying and a splitting headache. He slowly opened his eyes, the harsh light of the cell hurting them. He blinked a few times, then realization hit him all at once. He was in the dungeon. He was a prisoner. No, not a prisoner. A captive. A hostage, almost.

A thick cloth was shoved in his mouth, tied tightly and mercilessly at the back of his head, muffling any words he’d say. His arms were chained above him, his wrists locked in backwards so they were facing behind him. His fists were wrapped tight in tape, ensuring he couldn’t try to pry his way out.

“Mmmmph!!!” He pulled on his restraints, the chains clanking uselessly. He huffed, then turned to the person he’d tried rescuing before.

They sat on the floor, arms chained to the wall, while Jordan had to remain standing. They still had the muzzle locked onto their face, new bruises and scratches on their skin, especially their cheeks. Their shoulder-length blond hair was more tangled now, their beautiful blue eyes bloodshot and tear-stained. They’d been stripped of their clothes entirely, and they’d curled their legs up to hide their crotch. Their head was lowered as they continued sobbing.

Guilt surged in his chest. No wonder they’d panicked when Gabriel had come to his room— Gabriel. He betrayed them. He’d been torturing this poor innocent person for who knows how long. And Jordan had unknowingly simply given them back to him.

He looked away, staring blankly at the cell door. He couldn’t look at them, knowing he was part of the reason they were stuck here. A lump formed in his throat, and he bit down into his gag to avoid crying. He didn’t want them to see him cry.

The dungeon door slammed open, and Empress Celeste stormed in with a huff. She immediately stormed up to Jordan, and smacked him across the face.

“You little brat!” she screamed, grabbing his face and pinching it tight. “Had to interfere with yet another one of my personal projects?!” She threw him back with an irritated huff. “Although, I suppose, it’s not like you could’ve known. I must thank you for returning Mr. Hayes to where he belongs.” She turned to Jordan’s companion, who sobbed upon looking at her.

Their name was Hayes? Or, their surname was at least. Or, was it “he”? Jordan wasn’t sure.

Celeste stood in front of Hayes, her hands on her hips. Then she knelt down in front of him, tipping his head up with her hand, forcing them to look at her. He whimpered, shaking, but too afraid to move away from her. Anger flared in Jordan’s chest as he watched, almost shaking with rage.

“Mmnnn!!!” Jordan yanked hard on his restraints, trying to get to them; to stop her for tormenting Hayes like this. “Mmhmmm!!!”

Celeste turned to look at her brother, then solidly slammed her knee into Hayes’s chest, forcing a wheezing gasp out of them. They gasped, struggling to breathe through the confines of their muzzle. Their head lowered, sniffling. She grinned, then stepped away from him.

“Gabriel!” she called, and he soon came running in, looking at both of the captives in the room.

Jordan glared at him, furious with his betrayal. Gabriel didn’t respond, rather facing his attention to the empress.

“Continue what you were doing with Mr. Hayes here,” she ordered. “And my brother…” She turned to face him. “Do with him what you like.”

“Won’t the people notice that the Prince has gone missing?” he asked. “That’s gonna be difficult to hide.”

She pursed her lips, while Jordan shouted muffled nonsense at her through his gag.

“We could say that he was killed by a rival. They’d rally behind his death and search for justice for him,” she suggested.

“Mmmmfff!” Jordan yanked on his restraints again, although he wasn’t able to pull very hard on them due to the angle of his arms. He growled in frustration, glaring at his sister and her traitorous soothsayer.

His attention slipped to Hayes, who he realized had been looking at him sorrowfully. They locked eyes for a second, before Jordan quickly looked away, tears beginning to pool in his eyes.

“Yes, I think that’ll work quite nicely,” she decided, tapping her fingers on her chin. “You can do whatever you like with these two, now. I have some other business to attend to.”

She quickly swept out of the cell, leaving them now at the mercy of Gabriel. He eyed the two captives, before finally settling his gaze on Jordan, who swallowed nervously despite the cloth stuffed in his mouth.

“I think I have an idea, hold tight.” Gabriel switched open a pocket knife and began approaching Jordan.

He shrieked as Gabriel approached him, kicking his legs wildly, but it didn’t do any good. He was stuck, and at the mercy of his captor.

Gabriel held the blade of the knife up to Jordan’s silk button-up shirt, which was rumpled and wrinkly. His eyes widened and he let out a muffled cry, shaking his head rapidly. It did nothing to dissuade Gabriel, though. He began to unbutton the shirt until it hung open, exposing his chubby belly and chest.

“Mmm!” Jordan tensed, trying to back away from Gabriel now that he was more exposed, but his restraints kept him in place.

“Easy now, boy, I’m not gonna hurt you,” Gabriel hissed through his teeth. “As long as you don’t give me a reason to hurt you.”

“Nnnnfff!” This time it was Hayes who cried out. He’d brought himself to his knees and was now straining against the chains holding him to the wall.

Jordan couldn’t help but let his eyes wander for a second, catching a glimpse of the rest of Hayes’ body. He quickly looked down at the floor, ashamed of himself. He didn’t even know this person’s first name, and yet…

“Shut it, pretty boy,” Gabriel hissed. “I’m not gonna hurt the prince here.” He slid the blade of the knife easily through the right sleeve of Jordan’s shirt, up to the collar. He then repeated the process on the left sleeve, letting the torn shirt pieces fall uselessly to the ground.

“Dress code here,” he explained, his voice dripping with mockery. “You’ll get used to it. Anyway, I hope you two have fun; I’ll be back tomorrow for the real work to begin.”

“Mmph?!” Jordan whipped his head up, but their captor was already walking out of the cell door. The heavy metal door slammed shut behind him, and he heard the clicking of the lock. His heart sank.

He was stuck.

Taglist (ignore that I forgot about this the first time 🥴): @saffitaffi @gala1981 @fleur-a-whump @scoundrelwithboba

#whump #whump writings #OC whump #Mathias Hayes #Jordan Flores #empress celeste flores #Gabriel Young #my OCs #kidnapped whump #gagged whump #gagged whumpee #cocaptives #nudity cw

[darlingwhump]

Mistaking Whumpee for Whumper

Everyone loves the trope of recently rescued whumpee believing that their caretaker is their new whumper...but I give you: caretaker mistaking whumpee for whumper during the rescue.

CW: guns, implied captivity and abuse, fear

Caretaker is on edge, and Whumper is nowhere to be found. They kick open the next door and see a figure with their back turned. They immediately raise their weapon. “Don’t move.”

In this case, Whumpee wouldn’t be in a cell, or deeply terrible conditions at this time. Maybe they have been allowed to roam the house that day because they’re so well behaved. Maybe Whumper placed them there as a trap to distract Caretaker and get away.

Whumpee is already in a scary situation, but now there’s another stranger pointing a gun at them. Undoubtedly, this will put a rift between Whumpee and Caretaker once they realize their mistake. Whumpee instantly sees Caretaker as dangerous, possibly another Whumper.

The immediate regret in Caretaker’s eyes as they lower their weapon and try to backtrack. They slowly approach the terrified mess in front of them, apologizing and shh-ing and doing whatever they can to console Whumpee. Does Caretaker abandon their search for Whumper and get Whumpee to safety? Do they leave them there and seek revenge for whatever Whumper has done before returning to the prisoner? 

Or, do they not realize their mistake? By the time Caretaker finishes punishing Whumpee for Whumper’s mistakes, it’s too late. All of the guilt Caretaker feels and all of the apologies they offer won’t work. Any trust Whumpee could have placed in them is gone.

#whump prompt #whump #whump writings #bad caretaker #caretaker #whumpee #captive whumpee #whumper #whumpee new whumper? #idk what this trope would be called #rescue #this is kind of messy but its a scenario thats been in my head #darling writes

[bebx]

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

#writeblr #ao3 #archive of our own #writer #writing #writers #whump #angst #fanfic #fanfiction #blorbo #writing tropes #writing trope #writing prompt #writing prompts #writing challenge #writing community #writing inspo #writing inspiration #writer’s block #tropes #trope #whump tropes #whump trope #prompt #prompts #whump prompt #whump prompts #whumpblr #whump community

[viaalterego]

#i found this instead of sleeping #writeblr #writing #fanfiction #ao3 #whumblr #whump

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

#writing #writeblr #writer #ao3 #archive of our own #writing memes #writers #writing community #writing challenge #fanfic #fanfiction #blorbo #whump #angst #fluff #bookblr #writing tropes #writing trope #writing prompt #writing prompts #writing inspo #writing inspiration #tropes #trope #prompts #prompt #whump tropes #whump trope #whump prompts #whump prompt

[whump-in-the-closet]

when a powerful figure is reduced to kneeling. when the lord is forced to bow. when the exile stumbles into an unwelcoming bar. when the “beast” is chained by their horns. when a god is dragged behind their enemy’s chariot, a captive and trophy. when the loyal “guard dog” character is muzzled and the silver-tongued thief falls silent in horror.

that’s the shit

it’s about the contrapasso. the reversal of roles and the sudden, plunging terror of being unable to hide.

#did i write a scene with unknown characters where this happens #mmm #maybe #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump ideas #whump community #whump prompts #troy talks #whump scenario #thoughts?

[becomingvecna]

(x)

#mine #prose #poem #dark academia #writing #literature #goth #gothic #writeblr #writer #poetry #quotes #spilled ink #aesthetic #dark academia aesthetic #hannibal #hannigram #whump #angst #quote #text poetry #whump prompts #whump prompt #writing prompts #writing prompt #whump tropes #whump trope #tropes #prompts

[whumperfultime]

Hey idk what writer/artist/creative needs to hear this but: You can create the most garbage self-indulgent poorly made full-of-cliches awkward ugly piece of art on the entire planet and you're still allowed to be proud of it and share it with the world. In fact, I outright encourage you to be proud. You deserve it. I love you. Keep making things.

#writing #it's me i need to hear it #the mantra i need as i prepare to maybe participate in my first whump event ever #i love my work until i imagine someone else reading it and then it instantly becomes the Worst Thing Ever #whumpositivity

[alinacapellabooks]

People who aren’t writers just don’t get it. They think that our favorite OCs would be getting the easiest possible rides in life, but nope, all of our favorite OCs get French-dipped in blood and angst and trauma.

#writing #writeblr #Whump #ocs #lol

[brainrotlesbian]

The Empress’s Pet (pt. 2)

CW: noncon, muzzled, straitjacketed, implied past abuse, forced orgasm

Tears stung hot in Arella’s eyes as she stormed towards Celeste’s private quarters. She slammed the doors open, freezing when she saw Mathias on the bed, pulled against Celeste as she idly played with her tablet. Both were fully clothed, thank the gods, but Mathias was securely straitjacketed and muzzled, tears pooling in the corner of his eyes. Rage burned in Arella’s chest.

“I told you—”

“Try again,” Celeste snapped, causing Arella’s tongue to fall limp. She huffed.

“Your… Majesty,” she said through gritted teeth. “I warned you not to antagonize Mathias Hayes, and here he is, as your pet?!” Her fists tightened. “I’m— I just—.” She inhaled sharply, trying to compose herself, feeling Mathias’s eyes on her.

Celeste set her tablet down and stared at the young soothsayer. Her eyes burned with malice.

“I don’t recall you having any authority to question my decisions, Miss Young,” she hissed. “We will discuss this later.”

She opened her mouth to argue, then stopped, looking at Mathias: the heavy bags under their tear-stained eyes, the heavy muzzle that clearly hadn’t been removed in several days… Any argument from her would probably result in his punishment, and he couldn’t take much more. She sighed.

“Yes, your majesty,” she said, then turned to march out, her fists clenched at her sides. She slammed the door shut behind her.

Celeste sighed and turned to her helpless captive, who mewled and shifted his legs. He didn’t bother fighting against the straitjacket, resigned to staring at her with bloodshot eyes. He blinked, hoping to gain some sort of sympathy from her. Instead, she stretched her arms above her, then turned and grinned at them. He whimpered softly, swallowing around the bit in his mouth.

“I’m bored,” she said, a whining pitch in her voice. “And you’re such good company, my dear boy. What do you think we should do now?”

“Mmmnn…” They didn’t look at her, their cheeks turning pink. Tears slid down their muzzled face.

“How about…” Her hand grabbed the inside of his thigh, inching towards his crotch. “We have some fun?”

“Mmff!” He jerked as her hand squeezed. She laughed, then slid her fingers underneath the elastic band of his boxers. He sobbed, attempting to inch away from her.

“No, no,” she ordered, staring at him, and their body went rigid. “You need to obey me. Now stand up.”

They squeezed their eyes shut as their body moved on its own, bringing him to his feet on the ground. Sweat beaded at her forehead and Celeste approached her. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t move.

Celeste let her robe drop off her shoulders, revealing a set of lacy pink lingerie that looked itchy and uncomfortable. Mathias tugged at the straitjacket before quickly giving up. She had been anticipating this moment. She slid next to him, sliding both his pants and boxers to their ankles. Their face burned red as she assessed him, a grin on her face.

“Mmm, yes, I think you’ll do quite nicely,” she said, shoving them back onto the bed.

Before they could sit up, she straddled them, feeling them up and down, forcing them to squirm and moan softly. She forced their knees apart, gripping their cock in her hand. He squirmed and bucked and cried as she stimulated him, then mounted him and began grinding.

He’d never been sexually involved with anyone before, and his first experience was not a pleasant one. He hurt, he ached, he struggled, and he cried. He pleaded through the muzzle, sobbing and begging to be released; to be let go, to—

He cried out as stimulation grew, and his hips bucked involuntarily. She, in response, moaned loudly, pushing down on his shoulders with the palms of her hands. Tears streamed down their face, their vision blurry and their face hot, with embarrassment, with… excitement?

It was a strange feeling and they hated it. They strained against their straitjacket, thrashing as she sped up, crying out in ecstasy. He, too, screamed as he reached climax, feeling himself go limp inside her. Panting and sweating, she pulled herself off them, grinning widely.

“I enjoyed that,” she said. “Did you?”

Their voice caught in their throat for a moment, then they began weeping. Sobs wracked their body as the feeling of disgust overwhelmed them. Dirty and disgusted and violated.

#whump #whump writings #male whumpee #female whumper #pet whump #tw: noncon #muzzle whump #muzzled #mathias hayes #celeste flores #scsp #the empress’s pet #nsfwhump #ocs #my ocs #OC whump

[whumpster-dumpster]

Hey, hey! Friendly reminder to make sure your supposedly “fearless” character gets their darkest fear revealed in the worst way possible so they break down into a vulnerable shaking mess in front of all the people they care about 

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #fear #vulnerability #angst #breakdown

[365runesoftheamalgamations]

The Not Yet Forsaken Worlds pt.1

all photos can be found on Navamora's Pinterest Board

welcome to the Worlds of our Storyverse

Enter the World of Witches, Navamora

The World

Home to the Lands of the Spirit Continent, Navamora holds the Unbound Lands and the Banished Territories. Given over to the creation of the Monsters known as Witches and holding onto the worst Corruption bleeding into the very Lands itself, Navamora is on the brink of destruction. The Lands lay witness to Humanity and the People of Magicks alike, paranoia and fear driving most to seek protection and promise at any expense.

The Landscape

The Curse of the Magicians Born of Humanity, Magicians are cursed with uncontrollable Magicks being housed without restraint in their bodies. Given to their counterparts as more monster than man, most Magicians are left to rot and twist into witches. Given over to their abilities, they sit with mind Magicks, giving into their own delusions and illusions of the reality around them, and causing hallucinations and dreams that capture and lose the recipient without mercy.

The Guild of the Guardians Peace keepers of Navamora, and protectors against the Witches, the Guardians are those who hold skill in Magicks and weaponry, most having affinities in fire and Alchemy. Giving their lives in order to keep Order over the Witches, most Guardians are tasked with protecting and warning Towns of imminent danger, as well as ensuring the safety of all who live within the Land.

Founder's Millennium, the Red Districts of Dewcall Poorly hidden as simple brothels and pleasure houses, the Founder's Millennium hold a network of trade and sale of Magicians. Given over to the darker side of Humanity's cruelty, the Districts see the Magicians as objects of pleasure and pain, many of the brothels laying witness to more than just the pleasures of Beings.

Je H'ugir Harai, The Howling Cirques of Navamora Including multiple caravans traveling around the Lands of Navamora, the Howling Cirques are one of the refuges of those plagued by the Witches. Bringing Hope and Joy to many Towns, along with soft protections against the Monsters, The Howling Cirques are People of Magicks who give shows to Humanity, but also bring Salvation to the Magicians, hiding and smuggling them to safety from whatever they are running from.

The Links

A masterlist will be developed as we come along with more and more snippets and drabbles, but feel free to keep track of the hashtag #navamora.writes or ask to be part of a taglist for the Worlds and the words and everything else we will be connecting together. ^-^

#amwriting #writeblr #world intros #world of whump #whump writings #whump writers #writingcommunity #writing #writerscommunity #writings #navamora.writes

[bebx]

so rude that fantasizing about writing alone is not enough to actually get the fic done. you have to actually sit down and write it. insane.

#whining about writing instead of actually writing #writeblr #writer #writing #writing memes #writing community #writer’s block #ao3 #archive of our own #blorbo #whump #whumpblr #angst #fanfic #fanfiction #writers #writing tips #writing inspo #writing inspiration #whump community #fandoms #fandom #whump blog #trope #tropes #prompt #prompts #writing prompts #whump writing

[promptsbytaurie]

dialogue prompts for ~injury~

!!please credit/tag me!!

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, c’mere.”

“Someone get the medic. Get the medic!”

“Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You’re okay.”

“You did so good. Don’t worry, you-you did so good.”

“Here, lean on me. I can carry you.”

“We’re gonna fix you up, brand new. I promise.”

“No. No, stop. Stop talking like that. You’re gonna be fine.”

“Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do—fuck.”

“I know, I know it hurts.”

"I don't care. I'm not leaving you."

“I’m going to lift you up, okay? Tell me if it hurts.”

“Where are they? Where are they?!”

"I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so."

"You just watched them die."

"This is going to hurt, okay?"

"God, I'm so sorry, it'll be over soon, I promise."

"How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers."

"Stop. No. Wake up. Wake up! I said wake up!"

"I came as soon as I heard."

“Get away! You’re hurting them!”

“Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”

“Shit. Shit, that’s a lot of blood.”

“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”

"Help them! Please!"

"You scared us all back there. I... Including me."

"[name]? [name], this isn't funny. Stop... please..."

"Breathe... breathe. Look at the stars, kid."

"It was supposed to be me... please, no, [name], please..."

"Tell me where it hurts, and be specific."

“You’ll be fine.” *silence* “You’ll be fine. Hey! Wake up! Please. Please wake up…”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

#writing prompts #prompt list #angst #dialogue prompts #whump #injured #injured prompts #injury prompts #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing community #31 prompts #31

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

writers whenever they’re starting a new fic: I have these ✨ vibes ✨ now I’ll have to build an entire plot and write an entire fic about those vibes

#writing #writer #writeblr #writers #writing community #writing challenge #whump #angst #ao3 #archive of our own #fandom #fandoms #whumpblr #writing meme #writing memes #writing tropes #tropes #trope #whump tropes #writing trope #whump trope #writing prompt #writing prompts #prompt #prompts #whump prompt #whump prompts #writing inspo #writing inspiration

[misscrazyfangirl321]

When the unflappable character sees someone they care about in danger and the mask slips, it's great.

But when the unflappable character sees someone they care about in danger, and the mask DOESN'T slip.

Because they understand they need to be calm and unflappable now more than ever; if it protects them, it will certainly protect the person they care about. So their voice doesn't waver, their hands don't shake. They don't panic. From the outside looking in, they're as calm as could be. They handle it.

But after it's over-when the person they care about is safe, and the unflappable character is alone-they completely shatter. Gasping breaths, sobs, barely holding it together because someone they love almost DIED, and it was far, far too close for comfort.

(Optional: Character that they care about finds them in this state and comforts them.)

#i speak #whump #hurt/comfort #fandom life #tropes #whump tropes #writing prompts #whump prompts