#werewolf whumpee

[fangfic]

Edit: to clarify all characters are adults.

Hmm imagine being like a werewolf from one side of the family but you only got like 1/4th werewolf in you so you don't have claws, you don't transform but ofcourse you get in fucking heat because apparently the gods hate you.

Your parents decide to send you to a werewolf camp in the hopes that you get in touch with your werewolf side some more but nothing works.

You're laughed at by your werewolf peers and when heat comes you become the breeding bitch. Everyone at the camp is in heat and takes turns fucking you with their big fat werewolf knots, even the councilers join in.

As cocks fill up all your holes continuously through the entire night you end up with a stomach full of werewolf cum, it's all inside of you and over you...

As you go home your parents ask you how you liked werewolf camp and as you struggle to hide your arrousal you beg them to send you again next time because you ' feel like you were almost there'

#nsft #tw monsterfucking #nsft post #nsft concept #nsft text #vampire aesthetic #werewolf kink #werewolf whumpee #werewolf smut #werewolf heat #bd/sm breeding

[whump3000]

Thinking about non-human whumpees being kept in the wrong enclosure.

Whumper who decides to stick the avian in the mer tank, and the werewolf who’s afraid of heights get shoved into the avian’s cage, hanging above Whumper’s staircase.

The avian desperately struggling to keep their head above the water as their wings slowly drag them under, unbearably heavy and water-logged. Mer Whumpee slowly swims around them, curious, but too afraid to help under Whumper’s watchful gaze, trying to ignore the horrible spluttering sounds and cries for help Avian Whumpee is making.

Meanwhile, Werewolf Whumpee is curled up in the fetal position in the center of the cage, trying their best not to move and send the whole thing swinging, thinking anxiously about the full moon later that night. They lay there, wondering if the untamed chaos of their wolf form will send the whole thing crashing down onto the cold marble floor below. Will they wake up tomorrow in a puddle of their own blood, the wreckage of the cage around them and the wrath of Whumper waiting to greet them?

#whump #non human whumpee #avian whumpee #werewolf whumpee #mer whumpee #whumper #whump thoughts #whump scenario #whump writing #whump blog

[redd956]

May I request werewolf related whump prompts? I enjoy the stuff you post.

Of course!

Werewolf Whump Prompts

CW:

Caretaker needed to be told repeatedly, no matter what whumpee says or how hurt they'll sound on the other end of the door, not to open it until the full moon has set. The death screams echoing down the halls called to Caretaker. Caretaker shuffled towards the desperate begging, and animalistic snarling, and found their hands on the doorknob.

Whumpee keeled over suddenly, planting roughly in the dirt. Caretaker tried to run over only to be cut of by screams of pain. They could do nothing but watch in horror as whumpee became something they didn't know, but were warned about.

The nights spent transformed out of control and running around were awful alone. The days after where every fiber of their body is sore are equally terrible.

Whumpee didn't know Caretaker was a werewolf. Their whumper was one too. One night, injured and in need of Caretaker's help, they ignore the warning signs and barge into a transformed Caretaker.

Big buff werewolf whumper? Big buff werewolf caretaker? Big buff werewolf whumpee? The answer should be yes.

A large wounded wolf limped it's way into Caretaker's backyard before collapsing. In the low light of morning, Caretaker awoke to see an unconscious Whumpee in their backyard.

"Caretaker?", The blood soaked wolf before them trembled while speaking, the disbelief in their voice rousing the bitten Caretaker. "I didn't mean too..."

#werewolf whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #werewolf whump #whump #whump prompts #whump prompt #whump prompt list

[whumprince]

Woke up today with werebeast whumpee thoughts.

Just thinking of a Werebeast Whumpee who is just a normal little guy(g/n) in their village, living their bucolic life, when they turn for the first time and hurt mortally someone they love, are chased with torches, arrows and putchforks. They are seriously injuried and their only reaction is to flee from the only place they know, their home. They might pass out in a distant place and come back to their human form, and are found, in a horrible state, by some kind wanderer who decides to help. (Bonus points if they were hit with a fire arrow in their beast form, the fire consumes their fur and fries their skin, and in their human form they're dilacerated and can be recognized in the future because of their scars )

(Yes this is quite derived from my last prompt)

#whump #whump prompts #whump tag #whumpee #whump writing #whumprince writing #whump prompt #caretaker #hurt/comfort #werebeast whumpee #werewolf whumpee #nonhuman whumpee

[spookyboywhump]

No thoughts no plot just vibes imagining a whumper keeping a werewolf whumpee chained up and locked up in the cellar perhaps of their secluded cabin deep in the woods. The vibe of being snowed in with a monster. Not the werewolf I’m talking about the whumper there-

#Allen has werewolves on the mind again #whump #werewolf whumpee #I like whump. I like werewolves. I like secluded woodland cabins. #that’s all I got

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Teen Wolf 6x13 | Scott Impaled

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[whump-heart]

Werewolf whump.

A collar strung around their neck, lined with silver to keep them in line. A cage with a dog bed, just for them.

Tamed from a savage wolf to an obedient puppy.

More of that, please.

#feel free to add onto this #I need to think about this #as much as humanly possible #whump #werewolf whumpee #werewolf whump #whump community #whump stuff #whump things #whumpblr #whump scenario #dehumanization whump #dehumanization #whump prompt

[cuteangsty]

Whump prompt #5

A Human weapon whumpee was trained to kill/ kidnap people with a face reference. So when he is rescued, they avoid looking at anyone, always turning his back and not wanting anyone to approach them. They have been looking at that list o faces for so long, killed so many of those... Sometimes they still sees those faces in other people's bodies. They are trying to get in control of themselves, but they are afraid they might see an "enemy face" and trigger them to attack.

Bonus if whumper is a supernatural creature

Like a wolf, a vampire or a doppleganger

Werewolf whumpee in this situation would be trying their hardest to never transform, or hold the transformation in a more harmless stage

They would also probably avoid eating meat, it reminds them of the bodies they ate.

Vampire whumpee begs to be blindfolded before feeding from someone.

Both enticed and extremely repulsed by the smell of blood. They seem to almost puke but then start to salivate over it.

Doppleganger whumpee starts to shift into different people (his past victims) by accident whenever triggered.

I can also imagine this working for robot whumpee

They have a specific word/ sentence/ alarm/ switch/ button that trigger them.

They can only be brought back to normal with a password/switch/ button.

Face recognition failing

Probably asked for face recognition to be deactivated entirely, so whenever they look someone in the eye, they don't know who they are, they see them and maybe able k vaguely describe their features, but cannot tell who they are or if they have ever met.

(tho they might have other ways of figuring it out, like through their voice/ clothes/ digitals/ etc...) (Or no...)

Yes this was based on 🍌 🐟

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[whitecoatwhump]

“What… what should I do now?” the caretaker stammered to the whumpee chained to the floor beneath them. They didn’t want to tie them up in the shed, but the whumpee had insisted.

The whumpee sighed, and the chains rattled with the movement.

“Leave.” They said. “Go back inside, and I’ll see you in the morning. Or later, if I manage to break free during the night.”

#whump #werewolf whumpee #nonhuman whumpee

[redd956]

Had a particularly crummy day and lots all the ideas I had for my personal writing, so tumblr gets whump prompts instead

Whump Prompts for Were-Creature Whump

Before whumpee managed to succeed escaping were-whumper infected them. Now free, whumpee is left to deal with the fact that they will turn into the same exact entity as whumper

Whumpee begging to be locked up or restrained before the night of a full moon (situation). Caretaker is highly against the idea, but whumpee is really making it seem like they have no choice.

Were-whumpees meeting and bonding over their similarities, only to find out they aren't the same type of were-creature. (Werecat & Werewolf??)

Werebear whumper

Whumper using animalistic pet names based off of whumpee's were-creature infliction. (teddy bear -> werebear) (lil puppers -> werewolf) (itsy-bitsy spider -> Werespider)

Were-whumpee being hunted down, and breaking into Caretaker's house for shelter

Were-creature transformations being incredibly painful, traumatizing, and straining on whumpee (maybe even potentially fatal).

Whumpee always imagined people turning into were-creatures instantly. However now infected they've learned its a lengthy process that appears like any incubating disease. Feverish and bedridden, they wonder if this is the moment.

Were-whumpee biting caretaker out of fear or accident. They're struck with horror after they realize what they've done, and flee the scene.

Were-caretaker talking whumpee through the process of becoming infected/transforming, guiding them, holding their hand, wiping sweat off their forehead. They tell whumpee that everything will be okay (even if they don't know if whumpee will make it)

Newly infected whumpee gets shunned out of town

#whump #were-whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #nonhuman whumper #nonhuman caretaker #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump prompt list #whump ideas #were-whumper #were-caretaker #whumpee #whump stuff #werewolf whumpee

[cultivating-whimpers]

{Non-Consensual Kiss, Creepy Whumper}

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Whumper with lip piercings wearing silver jewelry while kissing their monster Whumpee.

#my cultivation #vampire whumpee #werewolf whumpee #vampire whump #werewolf whump #whumpblr #my prompt #noncon whump #whump #whump inspiration #whump prompt #whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #noncon kiss #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #sadistic whumper

[bandits-whump-collection]

Species-specific comforts.

Combing a werewolf gently over with a flea comb and matting brush, brushing out all those little tangles and scraping gently over scarred skin beneath, wounds since healed.

Gently massaging some Dawn into feathered wings, rinsing between feathers and watching grime fall into the basin. Dirt and dust give way to beautiful plumage under careful, loving hands.

A machine being cleaned with compressed air, comfortable and calm as cold wind rushes through joints, carrying out grains of sand and dust and letting them move easier. Light polishing along a chassis with a microfiber cloth, and a sensation only comparable to being petted.

#whump prompt #post whump #nonhuman whumpee #monster whumpee #winged whumpee #robot whumpee #werewolf whumpee

[clickerflight]

Clove: Part 13 - Play?

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Masterlist

Part 12

Content: Werewolf whumpee, fear, ignorant comments about his scars, mentions of past abuse

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Ephraim had to leave to help make the house safe again. 

Hyrum knew he was safe, he knew Ephraim would be back, he had his bird toy and he was full, huddled under the blankets as snug as a hibernating creature…. but every new sound scared him. A subtle creak of the house settling had him clutching the blanket and toy closer, his heart pounding. He just wanted to be home. In Ephraim’s house. 

He pressed his face into the pillow, taking a deep breath to fill his nose with Ephraim’s scent. It was like warm raspberries picked right off the cane, undertones of bread and flowers firmly carrying home the feeling of safety. 

He slowly relaxed again and got more comfortable, pulling his toy out of the blankets to get a better look at it, running a finger over the carved features of the bird, ears twitching as the ball rolled around gently inside of it.

He sighed and tried to relax, closing his eyes again. 

That went away when he heard footsteps and voices and the front door opened. He sat up quickly, the scents of the werewolf children from the trip to see the merchant reaching his nose. 

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be in here,” said one voice, which Hyrum completely agreed with as he slipped out of the bed on the opposite side from the doorway. 

“Oh, stop being such a pansy.”

Hyrum silently dropped down and wiggled under the bed, cupping his hands over his face to muffle his breathing as he heard the two sets of footsteps come down the hall, stopping at the door. He closed his eyes as it creaked open. 

“Is he in the bed?” the younger sounding voice asked. 

The older one approached and Hyrum flinched as he patted the bed. 

“No, doesn’t look like it.”

“Is he still in here?”

“Course he is. Can’t you smell him?”

Hyrum opened his eyes in time to see knees contact the floor and a face peering under the bed, right at him. 

“Aha!” the grey haired werewolf said, tail sweeping the floor. “There he is!”

Hyrum scrambled back out without thinking, getting to his feet and backing up quickly enough that he banged rather loudly into the wall, hands searching the blank space behind him as his tail tucked itself between his legs and he ducked his head to protect his throat.

The other wolf, a younger kid with darker hair, though not quite black, stared at him while the older came around the bed, slowly and steadily, like he was stalking Hyrum. 

Hyrum felt his heart beating faster, and he whimpered as the wolf took another step towards him. 

The wolf froze, head cocked to the side for a moment. He took another step and Hyrum started seeing spots from how quickly he was breathing, none of the air actually making it anywhere. 

The wolf froze in place, halfway through another step. He backed up a bit until Hyrum felt like he could breathe again, still shaking like an aspen leaf and gasping for air, tears escaping down his cheeks. 

“What’s wrong with him?” the younger one asked.

“I don’t know,” said the elder. “Here, back out of the room. Maybe he’ll be less scared with just one of us.”

The younger wolf pouted, but did as he was told. 

Hyrum did not feel any better, pinned down under the gaze of the older wolf. Was he older? He looked older. He was bigger than Hyrum, with broader shoulders and shinier teeth and flesh on his bones. He would be a real weapon. 

Not that it mattered. Hyrum wasn’t even supposed to be a weapon anyways, apparently. 

“You’re Goldenrod, yeah?”

Hyrum relaxed a little upon hearing the nickname and nodded faintly. 

“I’m Isaac.”

Hyrum watched nervously, not certain of what the other wolf wanted. Isaac seemed to be waiting for something before looking around a little, confused. 

He looked back and asked, “What are you so scared of?”

Hyrum didn’t know how to answer. Wasn’t it obvious? There was a bigger, tougher wolf in the room, blocking his exit after breaking into the house he and Ephraim had been staying at. How was that not terrifying?

Isaac stared at him for a long time before taking a slow step forward and all of Hyrum’s muscles which had relaxed even the slightest were tight again, sweat breaking out down his back. 

Still, Isaac didn’t stop until he was a few steps away, leaning closer. Hyrum could hear him sniffing, could see he was open and relaxed. 

“Wh… What do you want?” Hyrum whispered hoarsely, terrified. 

Isaac leaned back again and frowned. “I haven’t seen another werewolf in a while that’s not from my family. I just wanted to see what your deal was.”

Hyrum didn’t know what that was supposed to mean and didn’t respond, which, to his horror, seemed to frustrate the other wolf. 

“I mean, what is your deal? Mum said there was an intruder in the village and Ephraim has been staying here and you haven’t even left this house once! Don’t you want to go outside? Don’t you want to see other pups and play?”

Hyrum shivered. Being in the sun sounded nice. It always did. But playing with pups? Isaac talked about it like it was a normal thing. And Ephraim was expecting him to be here when he got back. What if he went outside and Ephraim thought he’d been taken? Just the thought of Ephraim worrying over it for even a moment freaked Hyrum out. And what if he did get taken?

“‘M scared,” Hyrum said softly, head tucked in still. He was afraid that Isaac wouldn’t like his answer and would lash out at him and hurt him. Jack always did. 

“Why? We’re not going anywhere crazy. Me and my sibs are playing out in Mrs. Julien’s yard. It’s basically across the road from here.”

Hyrum was beginning to consider the idea, if only because he loved the feeling of sun on his skin. Isaac seemed genuine as well. 

After a long moment he nodded. “Okay… and I can come back here whenever I want, right?”

“Right,” Isaac said, impatient now. “You should bring your toy. It’s almost Angie’s turn to play and she always wants to play house or rescue the princess or sacrifices to the demon lord. Come on!”

Isaac left, leaving no context for what he’d just said, but Hyrum carefully scooped up his bird and left the comfortable room. He saw the two wolves go out the front door, talking to one another. He passed the table in the front room, giving it a wide berth as feelings of panic and fear stirred around him, as though he’d left them under there when he had been hiding there a few nights before. 

He very slowly stepped out of the house and onto the front porch, the wood rough under his bare feet and the sun like a blessing on his skin. 

He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of it in his curls. His curls! He’d never had curly hair before. Ephraim had told him that now he was getting more food and sleep and he wasn’t covered in mange, he was getting his ‘real hair’ in. Hyrum didn’t fully understand it, but he was glad for it as a sign of being taken care of and fed. 

He stepped down onto the dirt path and quickly crossed the road, smooth rocks poking up through the dirt and pebbles here and there. 

He got to the other side and hesitated on the edge of a yard of soft grasses and small wildflowers, four wolves gathered together in the center of the yard where another brother and a sister had been waiting. 

Isaac waved him over and he approached carefully. 

“This is Goldenrod,” Isaac said, and the girl nodded, eyeing Hyrum’s toy a little bit, making him clutch it a little tighter. “Goldenrod, this is my brother Simon, you’ve met Lionel, and this is Angie.” Lionel was the wolf who had come to the house with Isaac, it seemed. Simon and Angie both had black hair and fur and Simon nodded, a little intrigued, though it was Angie who spoke first. 

“What’s wrong with your face?” she asked, tilting her head. 

Hyrum felt a swoop of… what was that feeling? Like he was anxious, but in an entirely different way. He didn’t realize that the way Isaac had talked to him had given him a new idea. One of being accepted by more than just Ephraim, and now he felt like that was dashed. Destroyed by Jack because of the scars on his face. 

He could feel his eyes watering and he looked down quickly, glad for his curly hair for another reason now. 

“Hey! Be nice, Angie,” Isaac barked. “Seriously, mum taught you manners! I was there for it!”

Angie huffed. “I just wanted to know,” she whined. 

“It really isn’t nice,” Simon said in a quiet, slow tone. 

“Oh, come on! Scars are cool!”

Cool? What could possibly be cool about the pain and starvation he went through? What was good about that written across his entire body? For no good reason? There was no reason for it. None of it. None of the silver or knives or ‘training’ or the initials in his arm. No reason for the burns or the broken fingers or the bleeding head wounds or the mange. 

Hyrum turned to go back to the house, wrapping his arms tightly around his body causing the toy to be shoved harshly into his ribs. 

“Wait!” Lionel said, running up and coming around to stand in front of Hyrum. He was shorter than Hyrum was, but he still looked stronger. He looked up into Hyrum’s face earnestly and said, “Please can you stay? We can make her go home! We want to play with you!”

“Hey! You can’t make me go home!”

“We will if you don’t apologize,” Isaac nodded and Simon added, “A real apology, Angie.”

She huffed at both of them but she came over, a rather worn doll in hand and she took a deep breath. 

“I’m sorry, Goldenrod. I shouldn’t have asked about your scars and I won’t ask again. Will you play with us?”

Hyrum was puzzled by her tone. It was strange but he didn’t recognize it enough to put a finger on it. Still, hesitant and feeling a little bit pressure from their eyes all on him, he nodded. 

They all seemed very excited and had him kneel in the grass to play where he lived the strangest hour of his life giving a personality to his bird toy and helping rescue a princess from a demon who wanted to play house with her. 

Part 14

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#werewolf whumpee #scars #mentioned abuse #anxiety #fear #boi is socializing! #look at him! #he's so freaked out about it! #there are going to be consequences for playing in the sun for too long when he isn't used to it

[the-three-whumpeteers]

A werewolf whumpee that just recently turned- they’re not used to their new body, and they’re even less used to being hunted down. The whumpee tries their best to tell those hunting them down that they’re not going to hurt anyone- but this moment of weakness is taken advantage of, and the whumpee is injured. Bleeding and in pain, the whumpee is forced to retreat, not knowing what’s going to happen next.

#whump #aramis stabs someone #not whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump prompts #injuries #werewolf whump #werewolf whumpee