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whump-me-all-night-long · 3 years ago

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Vampire Royalty Story - Chapter Two

CW: intimate, vampire, royal, lady whumper, human, royal whumpee, public whump, whipping, partial nudity (waist up, nonsexual), humiliation, angsting about family betrayal

Taglist: @freefallingup13 @kim-poce @panic-and-chaos

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Adelio didn’t resist as the guards roughly pulled him to his feet, their hands in an iron grip around his arms. He stumbled along as they dragged him out of the castle and towards a large open area, where many citizens of the capital had already gathered.

The queen swept along behind him, her deep crimson and black dress imposing and regal. As they approached the square, the faces of the very human citizens came into view.

Many of them wore varying expressions of fear, unease, or disgust. Just as many glares were leveled at Adelio as were leveled at the queen. She may not have been a beloved monarch, but she was certainly feared.

The queen swept in front of Adelio and preceded him onto the stage that was erected in the middle of the town square. Adelio had no choice but to follow behind her. As she turned to face the crowd, the guards released their hold on him and shoved him to his knees next to her.

The queen raised a single, perfectly manicured hand to silence the hushed whispers circulating through the crowd. “Citizens of Elkinvan,” she said, projecting her voice clearly and powerfully. “I’m here to declare to you all today that a peace treaty has been struck with our southern neighbors, the kingdom of Cotredei. In return for peace with us, they have surrendered their prince, Adelio, as tribute to me.”

Adelio shrunk under the weight of all the gazes suddenly landing on him. He could practically hear the vitriolic thoughts being cast towards him. He may not have always been the center of attention back home, but he wasn’t hated like this. He was the second born, the spare, but he was known as someone personably, friendly, and charming, destined to end up marrying a foreign princess or queen to cement a strong alliance.

Now here he was, a sacrificial lamb, a piece of livestock to be bartered and bought.

Adelio was still trying to wrap his mind around what the queen had revealed to him before dragging him out here. His father had.. chosen to sacrifice him, instead of his brother, to this monster queen? It wasn’t possible. His father loved him, guided him, protected him. Adelio had been the perfect son: he always did as ordered, he never questioned his father, he put aside his own desires for his father’s and brother’s.

All the thoughts in his mind swirled around like a tumultuous storm. The sound of the queen’s speech slowly faded into background noise as he knelt there, on that rough wooden stage. His pants, simple yet well-made black trousers, weren’t nearly thick enough to protect his knees from the wear of the wood planks below him, and they quickly began to ache.

Suddenly he was being pulled up onto his feet and towards the strange wooden contraption he hadn’t noticed before. It looked almost like a gallow, except, instead of a rope noose hanging from it, there was a pair of metal cuffs. Before Adelio could even think about resisting, his arms were yanked above his head and locked into the chains. His shoulders immediately began to burn and he shifted slightly, trying not to betray his rising panic.

However, the queen caught his wide gaze and stepped closer to him, facing him. “Oh, princeling,” she purred softly. “Why so scared?”

He looked up at her, visibly trembling now. Licking his lips, he shakily asked, “What- what are you going to do to me?”

Smiling just enough to show her sharpened fangs, she pet his face, her long nails scraping his skin slightly. “I’m going to break you, of course,” she replied before dropping her hand and stepping back.

At her nod, someone behind him, someone Adelio couldn’t see, ripped his shirt down the back, easily stripping him of it, until he was bare-chested in front of the entire crowd.

He shivered, telling himself it was because of the brisk chill in the air, and not the fact that his chest, tanned from years of hot summers and dotted with pale scars from years of combat training where no one ever pulled their hits, was on display.

“Begin,” the queen commanded in her cold voice.

Adelio could only stare into her crimson eyes as he heard a whistling sound cut through the air behind him then-

Pain exploded across his back, arching his spine and making his hands clench around the chains holding him up. He grunted, squeezing his eyes shut, panting through his clenched teeth.

She was whipping him.

Surely his father hadn’t expected this. Surely, when he heard of this, he’d demand his son back, demand recompense for the dishonor the queen bestowed on his son.

The second lash fell just as the pain from the first was beginning to fade. The person behind him, the one whipping him, fell into a steady rhythm, knowing just when to strike to cause Adelio the most pain.

Adelio was suddenly grateful for the chains holding him up. If not for them, his legs would’ve given out beneath him long ago. As it was, they sagged, placing the majority of his weight onto the unwieldy metal cutting into his wrists.

At some point, the whip crossed over a previous lash and Adelio couldn’t bite back his high cry of pain as a wave of fire coursed through him. Unable to catch his breath, he sobbed quietly, letting his head drop. Warm, sticky blood rolled down his back from where the whip had split skin.

Raising his head felt like a herculean task, but Adelio forced himself to meet the queen’s viper-like gaze. He let all his pain and pleading shine in his eyes, unworried about appearances or reputation. Pain fogged his mind, making an end to the whipping the only thing that seemed to matter.

The queen surveyed him for a moment, a small, closed-mouth smile dancing on her face, before she raised a hand, calling an end to the whipping.

Adelio let out a soft sob, all the energy escaping his body as the queen stepped forward.

Lifting his head almost tenderly, she met his gaze again. This close, Adelio could see how her pupils had dilated, making only a slim ring of crimson visible.

“Do you want this to end, princeling?” she asked quietly, and it was all Adelio could do to nod his head, hoping his desperation was clear to her. “Can you use your words? Can you say please?”

Opening his mouth, Adelio was ready to beg, to plead, to do anything to make the pain stop, but suddenly his throat swelled up and he couldn’t force the words out. All his thoughts and ideals about family honor suddenly came down on him, and he could only picture his father’s stern face, asking why he had lowered himself to begging, much less begging an enemy, so quickly.

The queen caught the hesitation and the smile was wiped from her face, a reserved sense of disappointment replacing it. Stepping back, she raised her hand to the person behind him. “I think our prince could benefit from a few more lashes.”

As the whipping resumed, Adelio didn’t bother hiding his tears or biting back his screams any more.

#vampire royalty story #lilith the vampire queen #adelio the second son #hehehehe i'm WRITING yall

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jordanstrophe · 3 years ago

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War of Royalty

CW: Medieval whump, slavery, detailed branding, mild stabbing/cauterization, noncon stripping (nonsexual) gagged, heavily tied down and manhandled, backhanded slap, intimate whumper, revisiting an imprisoned whumper, Whumpee adopted by royalty, protective caretaker

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Something was... wrong.

Master paced around the forge, ignoring the sword in the furnace that looked like it would melt soon. The slave had tucked himself away in hopes whatever was riling his master, wouldn’t involve him.

“Ray, come here.” Master snapped his fingers. The boy's heart sank as he shakily knelt at his master's feet, bowing his head and bracing himself from whatever pain may follow. He could see master’s hand in the shadow of the flame, his fingers hesitating just inches above his head. He must have been too slow to obey...

But instead, the hand just settled in his hair as the boy violently flinched to the point his head hit the floor. He shuddered as chills ran up his spine at the new sensation. It was... nice?

"Ray, I need you to listen very carefully and do as I say.” His master’s voice lulled.

His eyes blink open as he felt Master’s arms wrap around his waist and hoists him onto the table. Master pinned his arms over his head, winding a long rope around his wrists over and over again with the access tied to an anvil.

“Master! Please wait, what are you doing!?” Ray cried, pulling against the restraints as the same was done to each ankle. Master brushed the boy’s hair back, his hand remained on his forehead as he pinned his head against the table. He forced his jaw apart, wedging a wooden bit between his teeth as he then leaned back with a grin, watching his slave struggle and muffle pleads of mercy.

“Be. Very. Still.” He ordered, taking the heated sword from the furnace. Ray practically became paralyzed under the tip of the blade, forced to watch it trace down his shirt frying it to cinders. Master ripped the remaining cloth until his shirt was open, cleaning a spot of dirt from his chest with his thumb. Ray choked behind the wooden rod, feeling his teeth indent as the wood creaked.

Master cringed at the piercing scream that shot through his ears when he brought the tip down. Ray violently thrashed as his back arched to the point the blade stabbed into his chest as Master gasped, quickly pulling the sword out to find the wound instantly cauterized. Ray spit the gag out as he screamed-

“STOP! STOP IT! STOP!”

But his master only sighed as his slave belted loose another blood-curdling cry. He tossed the blade into the forge, pinning his arched back down against the table so he could see his work. He glanced at a parchment to confirm he had drawn it correctly, Ravenhill’s logo was no simple design after all…

“Good enough...” He hissed. Ray’s head fell slack as he gasped for air, not seemingly able to get enough of it. His hands balled into fists as he groaned, his every twitch making the wound burn.

“You’re pouring with sweat. You wanna cold bucket of water dunked on you?” His master laughed. “D-don’t t- Gaah!... T-t-touch m-.. ngh-!”

*SLAP*

His head snapped to the side as he hiccupped a sob. “Master pl-eas...why? what did I d-do?” Ray whimpered as felt his body fall into shock.

Master laughed as he sat at the table with his bound slave tied to it. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it too much.” He cooed, thumbing the dirt and sweat from his face as he cried within his master’s palm. -

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Eden snapped out of the burning memory, feeling a trickle of sweat dripping from his brow. He looked down at the man at his feet, his master-... Former master, who begged for his life.

“Ray, please! You can save me, darling! Think of everything I did for you, the food I brought, the water I provided, you owe me for that, don’t you!?”

“Have you already forgotten what you did?” Eden whispered, his eyes burning at the man. “Well I haven’t. You made sure of that, didn't you?!” Eden cried, pulling his blouse down to the brand marking his chest.

“Ray... Please! You don’t understand!” Merek pleaded.

“Stop it! My name isn’t Ray, not anymore... I belong to the King, not you.” Eden shuttered.

Merak reached his hand through the bars as he tried to clutch his ankle, his fingers sprawled just inches away. “Eden… I didn’t want to hurt you, it was business, you have to understand!” He rasped.

“I didn’t understand when you took a burning sword to my chest... But you just don’t understand anything at all!” Eden cried, covering his face as a burst of tears flooded his eyes.

Merek’s hand finally found his ankle, gently wrapping his fingers around him. “Eden, I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything! But please, you’re close enough to the King you can change his mind, you can save my life! Please! Spare me...”

Eden pulled his foot from his grasp, forcing himself to breath past the tears.

“You have c-committed tr-treason against the kingdom of Everthil. The King has been n-nothing but kind and patient to me… I won’t betray him. Not like you betrayed your very city.” He turned his back, biting his lip as he prepared for the mans insults.

“Ray! Ray you can’t do this!! I own you! Don’t you walk away from me!” Merek yells, hammerings his fists against the prison bars. Eden slams the door behind him, muffling the curses from his former master. He bolts through the palace halls, searching for the King’s throne as he struggles for air.

This time, he doesn’t hesitate. He throws the doors open before the guards can stop him, the entire courtroom falls silent at the sudden intrusion. “Eden?” The King perks up, seeing tears streaking down the boy’s cheeks. He breaks into sobs as the King gestures for him, pulling him against his chest and bundles him within his robes.

“Shhh, sh shh, it’s okay… Don’t cry.” The King whispers, sitting in his throne as he lifts the boy into his lap. “You were very brave, I’m so proud of you.” He smiles, thumbing his tears away.

All eyes of the court watch the scene in shock as the boy curls up within the King’s lap.

“I uh- *ehem* your majesty shall I continue reviewing the letter from the Kingdom of Ravenhill?” The servant whispered with a blushing face.

“Shh! Don’t you dare, I want complete silence.” The king hisses. The room instantly falls back into silence to the extent you could hear a needle drop.

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whump-world · 3 years ago

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Long live the queen

NSFWhumptober Set 3 Prompt: knives | suspension

(Tw: suicidal idealization, drowning, implied past abuse, burns, reference to past battles, knives, blood, dubcon kiss, dubcon touch, implied past noncon)

@kim-poce I believe this is long overdue? Hehe, sorry if I lost track of the original theme. I got carried away aksnhsjsns I’m so sorry if it’s not up to your expectations.

The king had said goodbye to Caretaker that morning, thinking the day would go the way it usually does, and he’ll see them again when evening comes. The kisses they’d peppered him with still warm his face as he trains, washes, attends a council meeting, writes out invitations for his birthday celebratory feast and checks patrol duty. Whumpee is tuckered out by the time the sun sets, and the golden glow over him reminds him of Caretaker.

He could let himself be happy around them.

Yet, he does not find Caretaker in the evening. Caretaker had his own luxurious hall that came with being a Councellor of the King’s. The area is empty, save for their contemptuous cat. He’s looked everywhere else too, concealing his worry as he hurries through every room in the castle.

At dinner, his High Command gives him the news. All of Whumpee’s blood drops to his feet.

No one shall lay eyes on the queen.

Caretaker had entered his quarters looking for him during the day, but found Whumper—the queen—instead. Naked.

As the king, he should be able to put a stop to this. He’d stormed out of the council, his heart pumping in livid indignance. Does he not obey every wish the queen has asked of him? Disrupted homes, ravaged villages and waged war on all the neighboring kingdom one by one? Does he not get to keep one thing?

In his heart, he blames himself. If Caretaker came to harm because of an error on his part… he does not think he’ll be able to live with that. It’ll crush him. Not that night, for his mind has trained to detach every time Whumper played with him. It’ll crush him eventually, and again, he will have to live, scrape and drag himself through every moment, begging for release.

He walks through her side of the castle, avoiding the inquisitive gazes of maids with a forged expression looking straight ahead. A death penalty is outrageous and does not fit the crime, he rehearses his lines, pace slowing down as he trudges through the fear. I’m the king of this land and Caretaker will stay by my side till the day I die. He has to persuade her. They are not to blame. Whumpee cannot lose anyone else. I’d die for them.

He nods at the female warriors at Whumper’s door, and one of them slips inside to receive permission. Whumpee uses the short time to catch his breath, the gears in his head turning, preparing for the worst. He’s strategic and proves it every year with growing lands and riches. He could win today too. If he could distract her, please her enough, maybe...

“Are you going to stand there all day?”

Whumpee jerks forward. After pulling the bead curtain to the side, he steps into her baths. Heart in his mouth, he smiles tentatively, much like a servant bringing food on a tray. Shame flickers alight momentarily, licked away by the queen’s observing gold eyes.

The source of light behind those eyes are fierce today, only second to the sun. She’s bathing with water up to her chest, the maid who’d been massaging her shoulders excuses herself as soon as the king comes into view. Whumper’s dark hair is floating around her, like a snake in the water. The water marrs but does not hide her naked body.

No one shall lay eyes on the queen.

When they’d courted each other, years ago, before his heart had to learn to wear armor, Whumpee’s pride liked the idea of gazing upon a woman only he’s allowed to look at. Now he wishes his father had never uttered her name amongst the list of other princesses.

“You’ve interrupted me,” she says.

All the lines he rehearsed fly out of his stupid head. “I wanted to ask—discuss the death penalty on Caretaker.”

“What about it would you like to discuss, Whumpee?”

Her mocking tone tightens the strings twisting around his limbs. He draws close, a blush tingling on his nape, but not because of attraction. Bashful, he crouches by the edge of the pond, only an arm’s length away from her. “What happened, it was an accident. A pardon seems more appropriate,” he says with a hint of determination.

“Whumpee,” she inclines her head at him, a threatening look immediately sharpening her features, “you ask for too much.”

“For my sake, let them go. They didn’t mean any harm.”

“You know the law.”

You made the law, he wants to cry out. And you’re killing me with it. Don’t you see? You’re going to kill me by killing Caretaker. Biting down the retort, he goes to say something else. Stops.

“Strip and get into the water.”

Whumpee’s fear shatters open beneath his ribs, like she’d somehow reached in there and planted it. He could not understand why he couldn’t yank it out by the roots, even for Caretaker’s sake. Rather, he’s nurturing it with obedience, letting the thorns of humiliation spear his insides.

He doesn’t remember removing his clothes or stepping into the water. The cold slaps him back into Whumper’s control, reminding him, making him feel every bit of it. However, He’s not the only at one in danger tonight. He must play his part and give in. The lanterns placed a few paces away color one side of Whumper’s face, and he pick out the annoyance within.

Already losing. Already.

She reaches out, drawing him too close to her. He shivers, the skimming of her fingertips on his chest a breath away from something he’d hate. Please don’t, he must say but doesn’t because Caretaker is much more important than he ever was, would ever be. He will let her touch, suck, kiss wherever she likes. A tiny, cowardly part of him prefers this to the hot rod. He would usually shy away from it, but now, he open his arms wide, allowing that vile part of him to revel in pleasure.

The queen cocks an eyebrow, as if she could read his mind and is irritated by what she sees. “Caretaker will be punished,” she murmurs, letting her hands roam to his back.

There are many scars strewn on his skin, battle wounds he could not quite shake off. They all pale in comparison to the burns Whumper gifted him with, carving out his ruin. Those same artisan hands inspect them, and he stiffens, feeling more than remembering the white hot pain seared into him. Ironing out the involuntary flinch that comes with her touch, he curls into her. A pup to play with.

“If you want to punish me, go ahead,” he whispers, for if he speaks at a regular pitch, his voice might crack. “Please punish me tonight. Take me.”

Her nails trail down his shoulders to his lower waist as he waits for an answer with bated breath. Hot, it’s hot in here. No clothes, yet it’s hot. Her hands. Her mouth near his earlobe. Her hair tickling his face. Her breasts flush against him. Her thigh grinding into his crotch. Her, her, her.

“Do you think you deserve to be punished?” she asks.

The back of Whumpee’s knees hurt, and despite no one choking his throat, there must be some spirit choking him. There must be something blocking his windpipe. He stutters, heart hammering in anticipation. “Ye-yes. I do.”

She passes a palm over his eyes to close them. Whumper presses her lips to his left eye. “Should I pluck your eyes out then?” Another kiss to the right eye. “That’s what I’ll do before killing them. Pluck those eyes out and feed my birds.”

“No—I—“ The goosebumps that had arose from his skin at the gentleness is doused with fright scorching him like wild fire on dry grass.

“Or should I chop your cock off for cuckolding the queen?”

His eyes fly open, as he tries to analyze her face. Shock thrusts tears to the brim of his eyes. She couldn’t possibly know. It’s not possible. No no no. He didn’t even look in Caretaker’s direction when she was in the vicinity.

“Don’t look so surprised, darling. Allowing it to continue for so long was my mercy, not your stealth.”

In the end, perhaps he had been simply holding this breath for this inevitable moment, like a firefly awaiting its death. It couldn’t be delayed. The fly’s imagination could only protect it for so long. His throat closes up. He just wants to be happy with Caretaker. He wants one small thing and she has to take it away.

It’s

not

fair.

“It’s my fault. Please,” he stammers, losing his ability to form words because he knows. He knows the rage that will fall upon him. “Please, don’t. Please, extend your mercy one last time. I implore you. God, I’ll do—I’ll do anything. It isn’t their fault.”

His plea stills her for a moment, gold eyes picking him apart. She curls both hands around his neck. Yanks him into the water. Whumpee’s too slow to react, and is plunged under without any air in his desperate lungs. Water splatters the edge of the pond as he thrashes. Fights. The grip on his neck does not relent.

The water seems to infiltrate his body, shoving at all his blood and organs to make room for it. It’s excruciating, and it’s so damn slow.

I’m going to die here.

His soul is somewhat relieved in a disturbing manner he would later acknowledge with disgust. In the heat of the moment, the stars that burst into existence holds back the pain, and he’s glad for it. He’ll die here. No more wanting, no more losing. He can’t cling and ache for Caretaker if he’s dead, right?

When Whumpee is let up, agony swims and melts into his brain. He’s coughing endlessly because the water refuses to leave, threading into his insides. His ribs feel like they’re cracking open, although he knows that couldn’t be true. Whumpee wonders how long she’d kept him under, if she’d been hoping to drown him.

“Bring me my clothes.”

His muscles move, quick, obedient, a slave to her bidding.

“Wipe me down,” she says and the King’s hands are already there, patting her down with a towel as she rises from the water. His hands tremble and breath whooshes in and out, like a doll coming too close to breaking. But those things never break, do they? Every drop on the head, every twisted wooden limb, every hair ripped out is taken in silence and a plaintive smile. They take it. They take it. Then take some more.

A robe cloaks her body, the silk giving away around her thighs as she stalks out of the room bath. Her hair is still dripping and water trails on to the floor, following her like the almost naked king. A warrior waits in her quarters, gaze on her feet as she presents Caretaker’s crest to the queen. The High command’s skirt is dark with blood, legs looking she’d dragged herself through a swamp. The queen narrows her eyes at the mud she has tracked into the place, but Caretaker must have taken precedence over that because she snatches the crest.

“Speak of good news,” Whumper says.

He straightens to his full height, turning his back to the fact that he is bare except for his undergarment. Should the queen’s High Command look this way—why is he worrying over that? Caretaker. Where is Caretaker? Have they caught them? Or did they outsmart the warriors and only leave their crest for him to weep over?

The king doesn’t move to the crest though, heart racing, stumbling over its own feet. The worst of the worst ideas reel in his brain like a broken recorder, holding Whumpee down in a loop of horror. The situation with Whumper had already been painful. It had ripped his soul out. This is… this is…

If she took Caretaker, Whumpee will have nothing else.

“Your wish has been carried out, your highness.”

Whumper’s lips broaden. “You shall be rewarded for I am pleased,” she glances over at Whumpee. “Yes. Greatly pleased.”

Whumpee smiles back for the audience. If Whumpee is happy, he might as well have died back there in the bath. His back tingles from the touches left there by her minutes ago. He wants to hurt for once, be transported elsewhere so he couldn’t feel this fear pumping into his system.

“Come along, Whumpee,” the queen snaps her fingers.

The High Command is no longer in the quarters. He had to ask. “Where are they?”

“I don’t want to ruin the surprise.” Her reply is coy, but a little strung. “They’re in our chamber.”

“No, wait, wait—I thought only I was—me, take me. Not them. Please.“

The queen drags him deeper into her quarters, uncaring of her robe dampening as he struggles. “I thought you didn’t care about our relationship, Whumpee? You weren’t satisfied, hm?”

“Don’t take them there. They’re blameless. Please, I’m—wait—“

She reaches the door, one Whumpee knows is soundproof. Even it’s harmless door handle makes him shudder and he whines. Whumpee’s back fizzles with new pain.

“You are such a darling when you’re like this,” she says, and pushes the hair out of his face to kiss him. He kisses back for once. Whumpee clutches to her robe, letting her explore his mouth and press between his legs. No dignity. None. She kisses the corner of his mouth before pulling away. “I know what this is about. Jealous you’re not the only one for my affection?”

He doesn’t get the opportunity to answer. Tugged into the dreaded chamber, his eyes land on Caretaker. Their wrists are manacled to the ceiling by a long chain that would not let their feet rest on the floor. To Whumpee’s creeping horror, Caretaker’s arms look twisted too far to be alright. Their garments are slick in some places, sweat escaping through the thin material. Blood mixes with green, clotting and drying with each other.

Worst of all, their face. They’re crying.

Whumpee’s heart stops.

“Please,” he drops to his feet, please please please. “They didn’t do anything. Punish me, please, don’t hurt them. I don’t know what I’ll do if you, you, I… don’t hurt them.”

Caretaker moans from the middle of the room, trying to lift themselves up to take the weight off their arms. It won’t be long before they fall, fall and fall, ripping their arms off out of the sockets.

Whumper holds up a knife. Her eyes are blown wide, the way it does when she thrusts a hot rod into Whumpee. Except that would hurt less than this. “Eyes then heart, yes?”

“I love you,” Caretaker mouths, and Whumpee starts crying with them.

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whumpcreations · 3 years ago

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Whump recommendations

I recently discovered some really good new whump stories and I´m now looking for similar recommendations.

So if you all have a good fantasy or medieval whump story to recommend please let me now.

For reference, it could be inspired by following series:

The Blackmuir Reign by @deluxewhump

All is Fair in Love and War by @onlyinmyshadow

Kingdom´s Sword by @kim-poce

Which I all love btw

#whump #whump community #please leave some recommendations #just got my wisdom teeth pulled out and now i have nothing to do and i´m bored #and i need more whump #irl

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octopus-reactivated · 3 years ago

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Royal whumpy unnamed whump story

Part one

Tw/Cw: battleship scenes, royal whump (ofc), lady gets injured (nothing big, just a wound, but I’m putting cw just in case), forced to leave home land (if that makes sense), leaving without goodbye to family

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Chaos.

There was chaos everywhere.

Prince Liam drew his sword - White Sparrow, the glory of the Cadia Kingdom’s blacksmith arts - and defended himself from the enemies, but for every one fallen, a new one would come.

People ran and screamed. Some soldiers surrounded him, trying to protect him from the Younia Army. But there were too many. No matter how hard his loyal people tried they were not able to protect him from the overwhelming sea of trained soldiers coming from every direction.

And then he came. The first general under the Younia Dynasty. He walked calmly around bloodshed and fire scenes.

“Your highness!” The general shouted with a low, confident voice “How long will you look at your people dying?”

Prince Liam panted. What was the general trying to say?

“I came with an offer... You’re the only one we came for. Surrender now, and we will spare your kingdom.”

“I will not let my people fall under the regime of the Emperor Family, who will bring nothing but death and destruction.” Prince regretted he couldn’t shield each and single one of his people with his own body

General raised his hand and on command all the ruckus stopped.

“You're an honorable person, prince. That is why I came with an offer: surrender, dedicate your life to serving the Great Sun of Our Empire, Father Emperor and we will leave your kingdom alone. I swear to my soul, not a single one of your people will be harmed if you come with us.”

“What if I reject your proposition?”

The man chuckled.

“Then you’ll plead your loyalty to Younia Empire too, but after so much more tears and blood taken from your people”

“Well then…” Liam started. Did he really have a choice there? The empire was stronger than Cadia, for sure. “I will accept your offer, as long as Emperor promises to leave my people alone”

“Your Highness, you can’t…”, “We still can keep up with…”,“Your highness, we will not allow….” his soldiers opposed.

“It's alright. Just as your duty is to protect me, my duty is to protect the people of the Kingdom.” Liam looked around. He noticed a lady-in-waiting near him. Her arm was injured, but no other harm was done. “I am sorry for the suffering I caused you. Forgive me my audacity, my lady, but i dare to ask you to you pass my message to the King and Queen”

“It would be an honor, my lord.”

“Please tell them I ask them not to be blinded by grief, and not to punish my loyal soldiers for my decision. And also…” he handed her his sword. “I have no signet to seal the message, but may the white sparrow testify to my words. I ask for it to be given to my brother. Tell him in my heart there is nothing but affection for him and that I believe he will be the next great leader of our country.”

“I won’t skip a word, my lord.”

The general clapped his hands “All ready? Then let’s go. The Emperor is waiting.”

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Tagging: @myst-in-the-mirror @kim-poce @jordanstrophe @bloodsweatandpotato @madrono-but-i-am-not-a-fruit @heathenwhump @tears-and-lilies (sorry for tagging you but i think you might enjoy)

#royal whump #whump #my writing #whump story #Liam gentle boy #i love him too

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wounds-seen-and-unseen · 5 months ago

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Whumpmas in July- Day 13: Niche Whump Tags

Alright, I am not sure how niche most of these tags are, but anyway, here’s my list of favourite whump tags, for @whumpmasinjuly Day 13!

1. Royalty/nobility whump: I am a historical fiction nerd, and since most characters that drive the story in historical fiction are either royalty or nobility, there we go! And it is definitely whumperfly worthy to see all the different types of traits that are associated with such high status succumb to whump, which ranges from @tendertenebrosity ‘s sweet Lian, to @pale-is-the-prison ‘s prickly but deeply hurt Acanthir to @whumpflash ‘s Caelon, who has long since lost any memory of being royal.

2. Knight/solider whump: Knights are my favourite whumpees, again, because of the historical genre, and because they often have a code of honour that is…just, it is dear to me. @kim-poce does a great job of it in Kingdom’s Sword.

3. Sensitive whumpee: The characters I relate to the most are the sweet, kind, caring sort. Add whump to it, and wow! Most of my own protagonists are that sort.

4. Self-sacrificial whumpees: People who prioritise something/someone else above them. Closely ties to royalty/nobility/knight, etc. @redwingedwhump ‘s Audren is the first and one of the best I can think of. (Haha, I warned you that you’ll have to deal with a lot of my tags, and here I strike again!)

5. Broken whumpee: Whumpee who…is just lost. Who thinks they deserve it. An excellent example of this is @whumpwillow ‘s Envy.

So yeah, that’s it for the day! @whumpmasinjuly-archive

#whumpmasinjuly2024 #wij24day13 #whump #niche whump tags

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wounds-seen-and-unseen · 4 months ago

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Whumpmas in July: Day 17- Recent Whump Obsessions

And yay! I am finally on track for @whumpmasinjuly !

Day 17: Recent Whump Obsessions

Hmm, alright, I am splitting this post into two:

A) Media Obsessions

Mostly in the realm of K-Dramas!

1. The starting of episode 14 of Destined With You. Good Gosh, the pain.

2. The ending of episode 7 and beginning of episode 8 of My Demon. I do love me a good stabbing scene!

3. The ending of episode 5 of She Was Pretty. Emotional whump is definitely one of my favourites, and his eyes…so expressive.

4. I forgot the episode, but I have searching for this scene for days- Cosimo’s trial in Season 1 of Medici the Magnificent. Just…the fevered, delirious way Richard Madden acted…goosebumps.

5. Season 1 Episode 2 of Daredevil. For all that the pneumothorax was NOT treated correctly, it was acted brilliantly by Charlie Cox.

B) Trope obsessions

1. Emotional coupled with physical whump. Ah, Audren and Tasgal, I’ve been re-reading you guys so often, and here I am with yet another tag for @redwingedwhump

2. Living weapon whumpee: There are very few good ones I’ve read in this genre. Kingdom’s Sword by @kim-poce and Fidelius by my favourite whump author, you guessed it @redwingedwhump

3. Normalized whump: Whumpee to whom the hurt is normalised. Whose reaction to someone apologising or being horrified is confusion. Again, with an example by @redwingedwhump David being utterly confused when Alice apologises for shocking him by mistake.

4. Misunderstood whumpee silently bearing it: I love this trope and I am going to use it for tomorrow’s fic, complete with resolution of the said misunderstanding among lots of tears.

5. Supernatural whump: Very picky about this, but of late I’m enjoying some whump featuring demons, devils and angels. Obviously Envy by @whumpwillow gets a mention.

@whumpmasinjuly-archive

#wij24day17 #whumpmasinjuly2024 #whumpmasinjuly #recent whump obsessions

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whump-me-all-night-long · 3 years ago

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Vampire Royalty Story - Chapter Four

@susiequaz12 here's an answer to your ask!

CW: intimate, royal, vampire, lady whumper, human, royal whumpee, branding, captivity, creepy comfort, whumper as caretaker, more dubcon blood drinking, brief discussion of addiction.

taglist: @freefallingup13 @kim-poce @panic-and-chaos @susiequaz12 @unicornscotty

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Adelio woke slowly, rising up from his slumber as if floating out of a cloud. It took him a moment to remember where he was and what had happened. There was still a tight, raw pain in his back, but it was nowhere near as awful as before.

Thinking of how the pain had eased nearly made Adelio sick. He had drunk her blood. And quite a bit of it too, if his memory was serving him correctly. He knew the stories about how humans could get terribly addicted to vampire blood on much less than what he’d had. Only a spoonful or so could crumble even the strongest of wills.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, he slowly and carefully sat up, taking care not to stretch the wounds on his back. Once he was upright, he studied his surroundings.

He was in what appeared to be a small bedroom, walls painted deep crimson. The bed beneath him wasn’t large, but it was soft and padded with black silk sheets and pillows. Against the wall at the foot of the bed was a sleek dresser, and next to the head of the bed was a matching night stand, upon which a lamp sat, casting the small room in a warm glow. There were three doors in the room: one was diagonal from the bed, one was across from the head of the bed, and one was at the foot of the bed, between it and the dresser. And that was it.

Slowly, breathing deeply, Adelio pushed to his feet, swaying slightly, before moving to the door closest to the head of the bed. It was a solid wooden door with a shining gold handle that was locked. He rattled it for a moment before giving up and moving to the next door. It had a matching door and was likewise locked.

He rested his head against the smooth wood for a moment, catching his breath, since the wounds on his back nearly had him crying in pain at this point. The warmth of the vampire blood was quickly fading and each second revealed new aches and pains.

Barely making it to the last door, he saw that it was not so much a door as it was a doorway with a black curtain that matched the bedspread hung across the top. Pushing it aside, he found himself in a small washroom.

A shower stood across the far wall with not even a curtain or glass door to close it. In front of it, against one wall was a toilet and a sink. Across the other wall was a shelf with a rack hanging beneath it that held towels, in coordinating black and red.

Stepping further inside, Adelio rubbed one of the towels with his hand, snorting silently. The queen was certainly pushing her kingdom’s colors onto him, wasn’t she? But, he grudgingly admitted, the towels were pretty damn soft.

Looking up, he was startled to find himself looking back at his own face in a mirror hung above the sink, framed in gold. Stepping closer, he frowned, finding himself barely recognizable.

His sun-kissed skin was pale and clammy. His normally short and neat golden hair was a mess, strands sticking in every direction. It may have been his mind playing tricks on him but he could almost see his hair even longer. His honey-colored eyes- his dad’s eyes, his brother’s eyes- stared back at him, looking sunken in, with deep blue and purple shadows hanging beneath.

Barely able to choke back his disgust at his reflection, he stumbled back out into the main room, hastily swinging the curtain shut behind him.

He summoned enough energy to reach the bed and collapse upon it, stomach first, before the pain overtook him again.

He didn’t pass out or go back to sleep; no, that would’ve been too kind for the hell that had become his life.

Instead, he laid there on the bed, paralyzed by pain, unable to even whimper or scream, tears slowly leaking out of his eyes and wetting his temple and the sheets beneath him.

Either minutes or hours or days later, he finally heard footsteps and the door across from the head of the bed swung open, revealing the queen standing there.

Seeing him, she smiled brightly and swept into the room. “Princeling,” she said in greeting, sitting down on the bed next to his sprawled out body, apparently oblivious to the small hiss of pain he let out at the jostle. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?” Her hand settled in his hair, stroking it in a soothing repetitive manner.

“Hurts,” Adelio gasped out. His hands were clenching into fists over and over at his sides.

The queen made a sympathetic sound. “I can imagine it does,” she said, clicking her tongue. “Now, darling, I have something that’s a great deal to ask you, alright? And I know you’ll be a good boy and do what I need you to do. If you behave, then I can feed you a bit more of my blood, alright? That’ll ease the pain, won’t it?”

Trembling, Adelio looked up at her. “What- what do I need to do?” he asked quietly, throat still feeling quite scratchy.

Clearly pleased, the queen gave him an extra affectionate scratch, and Adelio hated himself for being soothed at the touch. “I just need you to lay still, alright? I’m going to be moving you someplace, and once we get there, it’s absolutely vital that you remain still, alright? Can you do that for me?”

Adelio wanted to say no, wanted to kick and scream and fight back. He wanted to behave like the strong, defiant prince he was supposed to be but-

The lure of the blood was nearly overwhelming. At the mere thought of it, his mouth flooded with saliva and his pulse quickened. He just had to behave and then he’d get to drink some more of that glorious nectar and ease the pain, both physical and emotional.

As if the queen could see where his thoughts led him, she smiled again, the expression growing as he slowly gave a shallow nod, really all the motion he had at that moment.

“Wonderful,” she said, clapping her hands together once before standing. “Now, I have to pick you up and it may be a bit uncomfortable, but it won’t last for very long, okay?”

It was as if Adelio blinked and suddenly he was in her arms, as if he were no more than a babe. Her hands held him carefully, as if making sure not to press on his wounds too much. It just didn’t make sense to him, the juxtaposition that were her actions.

First she had him whipped, then she fed him her blood and eased his pain, and now she was being caring and loving.

Another blink of his heavy eyelids and he was being set down on something, on his back. He hissed in pain, automatically trying to lean forward, to ease the pressure, but there was a hand, small and pale and with manicured nails, steadily pressing him back down.

He looked up to find the queen standing over him, smiling gently. “Stay still, remember,” she chided softly.

Biting back a whimper, Adelio remained still, despite wanting nothing more than to curl up in a ball and sob.

He was laying on some sort of table, unyielding beneath him. Restraints, padded yet secure, began locking around his arms, legs, and neck, causing his breathing to become rapid and shallow.

Noticing his panic, the queen began stroking his hair, murmuring sweet words to him softly. Then her eyes lifted and she gave a small nod to someone outside of Adelio’s line of sight.

Adelio saw the iron first, glowing white and causing the air around it to ripple and shift. It wasn’t until the man carrying it came closer that Adelio could see it was a crest- the queen’s crest. He was suddenly all too aware of his lack of a shirt, the bandages covering most of his torso, but leaving the top of his chest bare.

Unable to stop himself, Adelio let out a soft whimper and began to instinctively squirm away from it, causing himself only more pain as the lashes on his back chafed against the table.

The queen withdrew her hand from his hair and grabbed his chin in a firm grip. “Don’t look at it,” she softly commanded. “Just look at me.”

Trying to regain control of his breathing, Adelio gave a small nod, focusing on her crimson eyes. Her hand returned to his hair, and she must’ve made some signal with her other hand, because her eyes never left his.

Then the branding iron was pressed to his chest, right above his erratically beating heart, and Adelio screamed.

Eventually, the smell of burning flesh- of his burning flesh made him gag and begin to convulse. The iron was pulled away, peeling skin off with it, causing Adelio to shudder, unable to stop shaking.

The queen was closer, crouched now, instead of standing straight above him. “You did so good, my darling,” she praised. “So, so good. I’m so proud of you, my golden prince. You were so brave.”

Adelio sobbed, not bothering to stop himself from leaning into her soft touches and words. Finally, he gained enough coherency to beg, “Please.. blood, pl-please…”

The queen smiled, not hesitating to bite into her own wrist. “Of course, my princeling. You behaved wonderfully. Drink.”

The wrist was pressed to his mouth and Adelio drank deeply, soon knowing no more.

#vampire royalty story #adelio the second son #lilith the vampire queen

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jordanstrophe · 3 years ago

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War of Royalty

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CW: medeival whump, slavery, kidnapping, noncon touching/stripping (rather mild and non sexual), very protective possessive caretaker, branding mentioned, manhandling, fight scene, stabbed whumper

King Arvend threw the scroll across the room from this throne, watching a cleaning servant instantly snatch it from the floor and take off with it. He sighed as he dragged a hand down his face.

“This letter from Ravenhill is... Disturbing.” He rasped.

“An empty threat, my lord. They wouldn’t dare set foot within the kingdoms.” Margrave spoke; one of four horsemen.

“I should have flattened them when I had the chance...” He growled, his fists tightening. “I'm just... I have him to worry about now.” His posture loosened as he sank further within his throne.

“Worried about whom?”

“The boy, Eden.”

Margrave's head snapped towards the King, taking a long inhale to hide his hesitation. “With all due respect, your majesty, that slave will only bring you trouble. He’s practically a stay dog plucked from the streets.”

“I know you mean well, my friend, but I care not where he came from. I chose him and he’s mine.” He hissed.

“Then why? Why did you take him?”

The King didn’t respond. He didn’t even look at him as he stared at the golden jeweled rings on each finger.

“My lord, he is just a child’s toy to you. That little entertaining pet is nothing but a distraction-”

A woman bolted in, her face as pale as snow and gasping heavily. “Y-you’re majesty! A window in the corridor is broken! There’s an intruder in the palace!” She cried.

Margrave’s face froze as he turned towards the soldiers. “Guards! Into position!” He snapped, his words instantly causing a flood of a dozen knights welding spears and shields surrounding the King.

“Margrave please! This is nothing but a pathetic attempt to frighten us. But regardless, I want you to find someone for me.” The King spoke. “Your majesty, it is my duty to protect you, I will not leave your side!” He hissed, unsheathing his sword. “Your duty is to protect me and my household! I want you to find Eden!” He slammed his fist against his throne.

“Th- the boy!? Have you gone mad? You would send your trusted warrior to defend a slave over yourself?” Margrave shouted. “Silence! If someone’s in the palace, they would be a fool to come for me.” The King grasped Margrave’s shoulders, turning him to face him. “Please, I’m asking you as a friend... That boy is important to me. Go.”

“But my lo-”

“GO!”

Margrave forced his lips shut, letting his gaze be pierced by the King before bolting for the corridors. He passed the shattered window, colored stained glass shards glistening in the carpet as it crunched beneath his boot.

That stupid slave... It was all Arvend gushed over these days. The King used to be a strong heartless warrior! But now, he had a speck of a soft spot in his heart.

A speck of weakness.

He shoved the heavy door open, letting it slam on the wall just so he could watch the slave jolt off his feet with a gasp.

“There you are...” Margrave hissed, slamming the door behind him as Eden quickly shut the book in his lap. He wouldn't let the boy speak before pinning him to the corner with his elbow resting on the wall over his head. Eden cringed when the man’s hand slowly ran up his chest to his collar, pulling it down until he could see the brand of Ravenhill burned into his chest.

“So it’s true...” He whispered.

“Enough!” ”Eden shoved hand away, ducking under his arm to get out from his height. “Wh-who are you?” He shuttered, quickly pulling his collar back up to cover the brand.

“I guess you can call me your knight in shining armor for the hour.” Margrave shrugged.

“Okay... Mr. Knight in shining armor. How about you keep your hands to yourself.” Eden grumbled with his arms defensively crossed over his chest. Margrave just crumbled in laughter, before his hand shot out and grabbed his hair, yanking him closer as he gasped.

“Listen here, you little rat... The only reason I’m here is because the King sent me to watch his favorite pup. There’s an intruder in the palace and he dubbed you valuable enough to send his most trusted man to protect it.” He hissed.

Eden glared up at Margrave for a moment, before seeing the door behind him silently open as a hooded figure crept in. They made eye contact as the figure tilted their head to the side, motioning a finger over their lips with an inhuman smile.

“B-behind you-!”

“wha?-” Margrave turned around too late as a sword hilt was pulled from its sheath against the man's face. He shouted as he released the boy, staggering back and hitting the desk. Eden scurried to the far side of the room as the figure fully unsheathed the blade, chuckling as they approached the man.

“Bah! Why you lowlife-” Margrave spun around in the nick of time to block the swing from the intruder, pushing the sword to the side as it stuck into the wood of the desk. He kicked the figure off, grinning as they lost their grasp on the sword. “I would be expected to turn you in alive, but alas, I just don’t have the patience today.” Margrave smirked, cornering the man as he raised his sword.

“Long live the king.” The figure hissed with a smile, ripping a dagger from their cloak and throwing it into Margrave's shoulder. He gasped as he dropped his sword, clutching his arm before the figure took a blow at his head.

The figure slowly turned towards Eden, whose face was drained from all color with his hand over his lips. They stepped over Margrave’s unconscious form, listening to the boy’s cries when he was yanked off the wall by his collar.

"We've been looking for you, little Eden..."

ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ Thank you for reading!~ @tears-and-lilies @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @starnight-whump @bumpthumpwhump @whumpcreations @myst-in-the-mirror @heathenville @grizzlie70 @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @thegreathowdini @kim-poce @digitalart-dwa @kittyfrostsworld @andwhump @sunflower1000 @kim-poce @lonesome--hunter @cupcakes-and-pain @as-a-matter-of-whump

#medieval whump #slavery whump #tw slavery #tw noncon touching #protective caretaker #possessive caretaker #kidnapped whumpee #noncon stripping #tw stabbing #injured whumper #whump #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #Overprotective caretaker #adopted whumpee #kidnap whump #enslaved whumpee #royalty whump

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Royal whumpy unnamed whump story part 2

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Part 1

Tw/cw: Taken away from home, lonely in far away land, royal whump, fantasy whump, not much stuff there to see. Still more like worldbuilding episode

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“We’re there, Prince,” General said. The journey took the whole day and night. First Liam saw the familiar nature of his country, then it slowly changed into more and more exotic landscape. And now they were at the gates of the Emperor's palace…

Even as a prince and heir to Cadia Throne, Liam never saw anything… rich as that. The plants, carefully taken care of, statues, so big but also looking light… jewels the size of siren’s eggs at the top of the gate… everything was so… so… even though Liam didn’t want to admit it, the palace was beautiful.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” General smirked.

Liam kept his mouth shut. No need to praise den of hyenas, and pretending like he is not in ave wouldn’t do any good too.

“You’re gonna meet Father Emperor soon”

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“Your grace, sun of our Empire, I came, successfully carrying out the mission you entrusted to me” General genuflected in front of the throne.

“Thank you Duke Lynx. I knew you were the right person to do it” Emperor looked at him with satisfaction, and then turned his eyes on Liam

“Here you are, Prince. Did you get informed on the conditions of the contract?”

“I pledge my life for the use of the Emperor of Younia and in return not a single soul in Cadia Kingdom is harmed, as long as the Imperial family is in power.”

“As long as the Imperial family is in power you say?” Emperor repeated with a [strange emotion i cannot describe]

“Forgive me, but saying ‘as long as i am alive’ wouldn't be wise, when i’m just one man, too easy to kill if that would be convenient”

“Your words are as reasonable as they are polite. I will allow that slight change of conditions. Now are you ready to seal the contract?”

“I am ready your highness”

“As wide are fields of Younia, as deep her mines, as high as her mountains - as precious is my soul to me, i will not break the contract” said Emperor

“As honest are the people of Cadia, as hard-working are her men, as resourceful are her women - as precious is my soul to me I will not break the contract” Liam repeated. So it was done. His people were safe. After they sweared on their souls, Emperor could not break the contract, even if he wanted to

“Now, prince, I call you to fulfill your part. General will tell you about your duties. You can leave now”

And Emperor just shifted to do his other duties, like Liam’s whole life dramatically changing wasn’t that big of a deal

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Taglist: @myst-in-the-mirror @kim-poce @jordanstrophe @bloodsweatandpotato @madrono-but-i-am-not-a-fruit @heathenwhump @tears-and-lilies

#royal whump #whump #my writing #fantasy whump #Liam #my stuff #i feel like this is so cringe #uuuhhh

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