Hey, I’m Fable (they/she/it). I’ve been here a couple months now, so I figured I’d rework my intro post.
This is a sideblog primarily to post my own original whump prompts (#fable speaks), reblog other people’s prompts, and post about my whumpy OCs. I’m also here to hang out with the rest of the lovely whump community!
Again, if you ever use one of my prompts, please definitely tag me! I’d be overjoyed to read it!
If you don’t want to see nsfw prompts, filter the tag #nsfwhump
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Whumper purposefully fitting their Whumpee with a collar just slightly too tight. Making sure they feel it. Making sure they're very, very aware that every breath is a gift Whumper chooses to grant them <3
Vivruh makes Eldwin take a powerful aphrodisiac, then helps him with it. After leaving him tied up alone for awhile.
cw: Noncon/nsfwhump, dissociation. Lmk if I need to tag anything else!
It wasn't uncommon for Vivruh to leave Eldwin… tied up and in position. Often there were toys to keep him stretched open and ready for his return. Other times he was just left there waiting, staring at the dull ceiling counting every agonising second until he returned.
This time was different. And it was the worst of all.
The rope burned into his ankles and wrists, scraping off skin as he writhed against it, desperately trying to ease this twisted feeling of need. The fire between his legs, a warmth flooding his body like a raging river through the streets with all its destruction. No matter how he twisted and strained he couldn't stop it. He was left begging, pleading, desperate for him to come home and put an end to it, he couldn't take it, he didn't want this.
And that was the plan.
"Look what a mess you are," Vivruh tutted, placing his fingers between Eldwin's legs. Eldwin bucked into his touch, a ravaging hunger, a yearning, but all he did was hold up his glistening fingers with a smirk. "How can you say you didn't miss me?"
"Please," Eldwin whined, and it seemed to echo in every reflection around him, mirrors shining above, around, a never-ending prison."It's been hours-"
"Mmm." Vivruh slowly sucked the gathered slick off his fingers, his eyes boring into Eldwin's as he did. "Poor thing. You must be so desperate."
The tone of his voice made Eldwin pause. He stared back at Vivruh in horror, as if the weight of his situation was crashing down all over again. He tore his gaze away, back up to ceiling - the mirror, forcing him to make eye contact with himself, his flushed face, panting lips. He clamped his mouth shut and closed his eyes, trying in vain to squeeze his thighs together. It had to stop. He needed it to stop. He didn't want this, he didn't want this, he's not supposed to feel like this-
"Really?" That voice again, winding around his neck like a serpent, his lungs burned, he couldn't breathe. "I think you want it." Those fingers prodded between his legs again, then were pressed to his own lips that instinctively parted. "Taste it. That's all you."
"Please," he whimpered, and the pathetic sound made him want to set his throat on fire, damage it enough that he can never make another sound. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
Eldwin grit his teeth, jaw painfully clenched. "I need it to stop."
"It won't stop until you're satisfied." Vivruh tilted his head to one side. "What do you really need?"
I can't. Eldwin trembled, staring up at his own dead eyes, only his eyes, he couldn't look at anything else.
"Oh, well." The mattress shifted as Vivruh drew back. "If you want to keep going and return to Clyde like this, th-"
"Wait!" Eldwin begged before he could stop it. Vivruh paused and turned back.
A broken sob escaped him, heat radiating from his cheeks. "…I need you to stop it."
"Hmm. I'm not sure you do," Vivruh said mildly, making his way to the door.
"Please! I need-" Suck it up. Do what you have to do. You're only delaying the inevitable. "I need you."
Revulsion gnawed at him from within, but Vivruh smiled, satisfied. "Good boy. That wasn't so hard was it?"
Eldwin clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palm and biting the inside of his lip hard in an attempt to let the pain distract him, from the shame that threatened to drown him, the feeling of Vivruh's tongue between his legs, the crude sounds and whispers he'd make, the way his body leaned into it. The body, it wasn't Eldwin's anymore, he wouldn't act like that, wouldn't feel that. What he wanted didn't matter, he had no control of it. It was Vivruh's, now. Eldwin was just trapped inside.
"It's incredible how much your body can take. That's the beauty of all this, really. Every time you think it's too much, you prove yourself wrong. You're more resilient than you give yourself credit for."
It doesn't really matter that whumpee won't win. They're going to fight anyway. It's the principle of the thing, or rather, it's that they couldn't live with themselves anyway if they gave up, so they might as well die defiant.
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more women whump. more women pushing themselves and passing out from sleep deprivation and exhaustion. more women training until their knuckles bleed and their legs give out from under them. more women being held prisoner and remaining stoic until the very end or perhaps when they’re rescued. more women under truth serum and terrifying hallucinogens. more women waking up in a pool of blood, their own and others’ and not knowing what happened but that something is terribly wrong with them. more women falling apart o ly when rescued. more women pushed to their breaking point. more women whump.
“Defiant is a good look on you,” whumper said without a trace of sarcasm, tilting whumpee's face by the chin- pulling their hand back quickly to avoid the bite. “Almost a pity I'll have to break you in...”
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“if you love this character then you must make him happy in your fics, right?” wrong. the horror. suffering. internal hemorrhage. hospital. immediately
whumpee who gets their drink spiked by someone they trust. they don't realise it at first, until suddenly the room is spinning and they are too delirious to form a coherent thought.
the whumper who did it guides them through the room while being too touchy, even to the dazed whumpee. they meet some of their mutual friends along the way.
"don't worry, whumpee went a little overboard with the alcohol," whumper laughs it off and everyone believes them, because whumper is a great friend and an even better liar, "i'll take care of them."
whumpee cant protest, their mouth not forming the right words. even if they could speak, it'd sound like mindless rambling. whumper wouldnt do something like that
and so whumpee can do nothing as they are led away exactly where whumper wants them.
*torturing you* dude trust me, something really cool happens. you just have to reflect on it for a bit. i'm doing this because i want you to reach your full potential okay?
"Call it a change of management. Besides, at least I don't intend to kill you. I'm sure your parents will pay a wonderful ransom for your safe return!"
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my pedantic side comes through a little when it comes to conditioning 😭 i like to reserve the term 'conditioning' for psychological conditioning (subconscious associations/triggered automatic behaviour). i think a lot of the conscious processes that get labelled as 'conditioning' can be more accurately described as indoctrination, or internalisation (usually of whumper's verbal/emotional abuse). that said, i do think 'conditioned whumpee' has come to describe a distinct trope/trope cluster including a mix of the two (which i really enjoy!). i still use it for tag navigation sometimes; i'm not sure yet how far i want to break with it (when it comes to conscious processes) for the sake of accuracy.
No because this also genuinely bothers me like people are absolutely not using conditioning correctly and not writing it accurately and like. I will accept fantasy brainwashing but like just call it that then. Please
Thinking about the hidden injury trope, but where whumpee really isn’t trying to hide anything, they just actually don’t realize anything is wrong.
Prime example might be with a concussion. Whumpee just has a headache but otherwise insists they’re fine. But they don’t realize that others are noticing them zoning out, being off balance, acting irritably, wincing at bright lights and loud noises, generally just seeming not themself, etc.
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