#supernatural whumpee

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Whumper keeping a Vampire Whumpee captive. After torturing and interrogating them Whumper makes the drastic decision to become a vampire too, in pursuit of more power. And they’ll use Whumpee to do it.

While Whumpee struggles in their chains realizing what’s coming, Whumper uses a knife to slice into their neck — crying out as blood spills down their collarbone and chest.

Whumper snaking a hand into their hair, yanking their head back and exposing their neck. Whumper drinks straight from their throat. Whumpee gritting their teeth and groaning from the pain and the sensation.

Bonus: If blood sharing is intimate for Whumpee, so they feel extra violated

Bonus bonus: If Caretaker is there, forced to watch

[whump-tr0pes]

Lux in Tenebris, Medieval AU - Banished

@badthingshappenbingo

Red X for posted, white X for requested! Send in your requests! If you don’t see a prompt here that you already requested, please send it again!

Apologies to @grizzlie70 who requested this prompt for my Honor Bound story. I couldn't make it work for that story, but I could make it work for this one!

This AU grabbed my brain and didn’t let go. Many thanks to @newbornwhumperfly for enabling me in the DMs

Masterlist

AO3

Contents: demon whumpee, past burning, supernatural whumpee, shame, religious abuse, pining, nonsexual nudity, banishment

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Dee’s damaged eyes were healed by the time Ilya collapsed from exhaustion. The horizon glowed faintly pink with the coming dawn as the human fell to their knees, breath scraping noisily up and down their throat. Dee swallowed hard as he approached. Steam still rose from every inch of his naked skin like a boiling kettle, and he didn’t dare come any closer than two paces away. What if Ilya reached out to him?

What if they got hurt again?

Ilya hacked and shuddered as sweat poured down their face. “Dee,” they said. “Dee, I’m sorry, I… I can’t keep—”

“It’s alright,” Dee croaked. The back of his throat still tasted like blood and smoke. “They’re not following us.”

Ilya sagged forward and pressed their forehead into the dirt. “Thank god,” they breathed. Then – just as Dee had feared – they blindly reached out a hand for him.

Dee sucked in a breath and stepped back. “No,” he bit out. “Ilya… no, I’m… I’ll burn you.”

Ilya raised their head and met Dee’s eyes. Sweat had moistened the earth beneath them, leaving a smear of mud on their forehead. “Dee?” they murmured. “Burn…?”

Carefully, Dee held out one shaking hand. “Don’t come too close,” he said weakly. “Don’t touch. But… you can feel the… the heat.”

Ilya’s brows pulled together, and they slowly reached for Dee’s hand. Dee watched their eyes widen as their fingers drew near to his, and he knew they felt the heat radiating off of him even from a foot away.

Still, they did not withdraw their hand. They only wet their lips. “How?” they whispered.

Dee’s fingers trembled. An ache throbbed inside him with every beat of his heart, an ache that had only grown with every moment since he had freed himself from the depths of the villagers’ flames. Ilya had lived with him, and loved him, knowing what he was. But the reminders were scant; his fangs, his eyes. They had never beheld his true power before, and indeed, neither had Dee himself. He had never even known he held that power before tonight. He had never needed it, because he had never had something as precious as Ilya to protect before. Not pain, not even fear of his own death had been enough to reveal his true power before.

But now he knew; and worse, Ilya did as well.

He dipped his head in shame. He could not look at them as he answered, “Hellfire.”

Ilya was silent for a long time. Tears smarted in Dee’s eyes and turned to steam on his cheeks. When he could finally raise his eyes, he was surprised to see the tears in theirs as well.

“Is it permanent?” they said brokenly.

Dee’s lips trembled and he looked away, at the growing line of orange on the horizon. “I don’t know,” he said.

Ilya nodded in silence.

“M-my skin isn’t nearly as hot as it was when I…” The memory of his own burning flesh and the even hotter hellfire that coursed through his veins gripped him. “It’s… it’s going down. I can feel that, at least. I’m not setting the ground on fire anymore.” He huffed out a tense, joyless laugh.

Ilya chewed their lip. “So… you might… I might be able to… in a little while…”

Dee’s throat tightened. Even if you can never touch me again, you’re alive, he wanted to say. He bit his tongue and settled instead for saying, “Let’s give it time. Until then, we should at least get some sleep. Ah…” He glanced towards a stand of trees just visible in the early dawn light. “Preferably somewhere with… shelter. But not a lot of dry underbrush.”

“Once the sun is up,” Ilya said heavily, “I’m finding the nearest town and begging for some clothes for you. Hopefully these ones stay in one piece.”

“Wandering around nude would distract from my eyes, for once,” Dee said as they both struck out towards the stand of trees.

“Might get you run out of town, though,” Ilya said with a laugh. “So we’re back where we started.”

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[scratchandplaster]

What Remains

CW: referenced murder, ghosts, supernatural Whumpee, Whumper-turned-Whumpee

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Whumper lies awake for another night. The cobalt-blue specter at the foot of his bed guards any sleep, a silent whine is their constant escort. Through the moonlight, every lash and stab wound glows visible on their defiled shape: translucent, floating above the carpet floor.

"My body," the living dead whispers with a hollow tone.

When they speak, nothing but these words leave them. For weeks now, even after Whumper thought he got rid of them, the haunting cold they bring with leaves him restless, unable to close his eyes for even a second. As a single tear slips down onto the pillow, the sunken-in stare rests on Whumper's helpless body.

This would be a waking night, like they all had been; it didn't matter in which room or which house he might have tried to flee to, ever since Whumper squeezed the last breath out of the cursed guest, they decided to pay a visit until sunrise.

"My body."

It had been a mistake to take them in, there were plenty of folk that would have made fitting additions to his collection. Unmoving, Whumper prays to a nameless force to end this, to let him rest.

But they can't be reasoned with, their request will never be fulfilled. Even before the first haunting, it had been too late; the object of desire was thrown in the bog, like Whumper did to all of his guests. 

So he just withers away also, alive but fading into nothingness.

"My body!" the phantom howls desperately, as if they can read the thoughts of their torturer like a book.

What else could they be offered? What satiates a trapped soul? Desperation catches on, and Whumper finally joins their hopeless whining.

"I'll do anything," he mutters, still frozen in endless horror, "just let me be. What can I give to you?"

A long silence settles between them but apart from the electric purr around, only a sudden hint breaks it:

"A body."

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Masterpost]

[zoethehead]

Another whump idea on the brain.

(Yes, this is slightly based on "invincible ", but just the 'beaten up so badly by a powerful force that they're clinging onto consciousness by a thread' trope)

The Whumpee is a supernatural being, but the whumper is just as-- if not more powerful than the whumpee, and therefore is able to beat the whumpee into the ground; severely injuring the whumpee in the process. The whumper then leaves, the whumpee is left in a crater in the ground, covered in their own blood and beaten up, they aren't even fully conscious; the pain and the amount of blood lost being too much, their breathing labored as they cough up blood, trying desperately to get up; but they're too weak.

They soon pass out fully, not even registering arms picking them up and carrying them away.

All they hear is a voice reassuring them that they're gonna be fine.

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

Go to hell, and all that jazz

[whump-cravings]

ooh hello!! i love the little snippet you wrote to go along with the mermaid art you rb'd and i was wondering if you have any ideas for scenarios involving serpent-whumpees (i've seen this type of being go by different names, i think lamia is most common but not sure). and/or centaur-whumpees too. basically i like the idea of a supernatural creature whumpee with animal features but like one that naturally dwells on land like in the woods rather than needing a water habitat. ty have a nice day!!!

owo I love supernatural whump of any sort.

Centaurs, if they're anything like horses, are probably going to be more suited to grasslands where there's space to run and little rocky/rough ground.

Legs/feet are pretty prone to laming. A centaur going over uneven or rocky terrain could easily suffer from a misplaced hoof. (...especially if they’re blindfolded...) One generally has to put a horse down when they break a leg because horses are unlikely to sit still long enough for the break to heal, but a centaur wouldn’t have a problem with that (they just wouldn’t be able to go anywhere). (this is rife with opportunities for environmental whump hehe)

Speaking of hooves... Having their hooves shod, trimmed, or cleaned without permission would be pretty frustrating/humiliating (though not likely painful--only a very unskilled farrier might drive a nail into the wrong place instead of the keratin hoof, and idk about you but I do not want a horse holding a grudge against me, much less a centaur). Horses tend to enjoy having their hooves cleaned, so maybe centaurs do too?

The most efficient weapon a centaur can carry is a humanoid on their back. Being enslaved for combat purposes would be terrifying. Being ridden without permission would probably be aggravating at best. (Although I don’t know why you’d strap yourself to a 1-ton killing machine... instead of an additional kidnapee :3 )

Obviously: Branded like cattle/horses, other animalizing things related to horses like being used as beasts of burden, general dehumanization.

(Imagine being captured, branded, groomed from head to tail and hoof, shod, then forced out onto a battlefield :3)

They’d be very useful out in an orchard or something where they can harvest low-hanging fruit as well as carry lots of weight.

Maybe less obvious: centaurs in real-world mythology are rapists because they’re said to have the head of a man and instincts of a horse. This could be a regular perception of centaurs.

Stepping in a trap meant for animals

Having their flank mistaken for a deer?? (hunters can be stupid) and being shot

Being left behind somewhere because they’re unable to climb like humans/other species. Or being stuck in a pit until a friend can bring materials to lift them out.

Lamia / Nagas / snek people, if they're like snakes, are gonna be cold blooded. They'll most likely live in a warm environment with plenty of humidity and places to soak up the sun.

Snakes brumate, which is a reptilian equivalent of hibernation. They become very inactive (in an attempt to keep their body temperature from dropping too low) and lethargic. Before entering brumation, they’ll sense the temperature dropping and eat extra food to bulk up their body fat, then find a cozy nook to hide out until it gets warmer.

While brumating, trying to move is probably very difficult. Their body is slow and their mind is too. If they’re going hungry, they have to find somewhere warm or else any food they catch and eat won’t digest.

If they do eat something during this time, it will make them sick if they don’t purge it, as the food will sit in their belly and rot.

Some snakes live in warm enough climates that they never need to brumate. It’d be scary to experience it without having a clue what’s going on or why. 

Some snakes don’t brumate, which makes the cold even more dangerous. If a snake is already unhealthy or sick, sustained cold temperatures will worsen their condition.

Snakes tend to be asocial, but may come together for brumating. For intelligent species that follows that trend, it could be annoying if you’re now dealing with someone you don’t like because y’all are trying to keep warm. (Of course, snake people with hands will be able to build fires and curl up beside/around those for warmth.)

Being hunted for their scales / being hunted because they’re a “monster.”

Breaking one or more of their inner ribs (which snakes use to propel themselves) would hurt like hell

hope these help!!

[dont-be-gentle-please]

Supernatural Whumpee with healing abilities meeting human Whumpee. They both feel like maybe they don't have it as bad as they think because supernatural Whumpee was never scared they would die and human Whumpee has half the scars SW has and has been through half the stuff SW has been through.

[bannysburrow]

Hello, I’m here to share another whump dream I had. In this one, I’m the whumpee. It was a while ago that I had this dream, but I’ll do my best to remember most of it.

I had angel-like wings, but I wasn’t an angel. Scientists were holding me captive and torturing me to research my wings. One day, they accidentally left my cage unlocked and I was able to get out. I don’t remember how I got out of the laboratory, but I’m guessing they left that door unlocked too.

When I was escaping, I couldn’t fly because my wings were very wounded from tests the scientists did on them. I walked instead and found my real life house. I don’t remember if dream-me recognized it or not, but that was the house I went to for refuge. A girl I don’t know let me in and we decided I should cover my wings with a blanket. I don’t remember much after that, but the scientists found me and the one who was leading them to me was one of my real life friends.

I woke up when I was dragged back to the laboratory.

[dragyouthroughthewhump]

Untitled Werewolf Story : Panic in the Woods

I found this in my WIPs and hey, I think its complete enough. ^-^

CW/TW : panic attack, references to past lab whump, dissociation, auditory hallucinations.

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He curled up tight in the alcove. His breath was rapid and his heart beating as fast as the rabbit he was chasing. Not that he could remember where it went, or how long ago it was that he stopped hunting.

Time made little sense on a good day and was meaningless the rest of the time. It was morning when he started out, but now it was dark. Or were his eyes just closed? A whine rose up through his throat and he shakily pulled his snout closer with his paws. He had to keep quiet, whines were a sound of weakness.

A low buzzing hum filled his ears, ever present and vying for attention like an insistent pup. Through the din of the noise he heard ghosts of instruments he wished never to see again. Even if the images didn't float through his vision he could still feel them. Tearing open his flesh, spreading heat or ice through his veins, restraining every limb, manipulating his body to a whim that was not his own.

His muscles twitched and ached, he pressed his back harder against the stone behind him to ease the pain. Phantom jolts raced their way from behind his ears and danced their way down to the tip of his tail.

Was the ground real or was the straps and metal table? Did he hear leaves in the wind or the shuffling of clothes? Was it the white noise again or just a hive of bees nearby? Was he due for adjustment or had he become lost in his mind again?

He could not tell how long he remained laying there, writhing, whining, and pleading to monsters less mythical than he was. But when his heart started to slow and he was able to finally fill his lungs with air, his muscles began to untangle themselves. He went limp as the ring in his ears started to fade in volume.

The trees nearby shifted as if he was dreaming, the ground pulsating slowly, the sounds a bit far away. How could he tell if what he saw was real? He was sure he had run through the wood, but he had been sure of lots of things, before they shattered in front of his eyes.

He needed her to find him, to tell him that the ground was real, that this time and place was real, that he was real. But would she know to check the lab? Or in the alcove? Or maybe he never left the cabin and she would find him nearby…

His thoughts continued to slip and slide until his exhaustion caught up. His eyes drifted closed and hid the world from him. It was less painful if the images where gone when he woke, he didn't want to be disappointed again that he wasn't truly free.

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee was a vampire, so naturally, not many people wanted them. The whumper used this as an opportunity to capture an experiment on the whumpee, trying the limits of the inhuman creature- they would see what small doses of sunlight would do, ignoring the whumpee’s agonized screams as the sunlight burned through skin, and constantly starving the whumpee of blood to see the effects.

[crowzwhump]

Tw: Vampire Whump | Vampire Whumper | Kidnapping | Noncon Vampire Feeding | Stalking (let me know if I need to add any!)

The city was bathed in the soft glow of the full autumns moon hung high in the sky, the soft glow of streetlights, casting long, eerie shadows across the empty sidewalks.

In this urban labyrinth, Whumpee, a young and unsuspecting individual, hurried through the narrow alleyways, unaware that they were being stalked by a predator of the darkest kind.

Whumper, a modern vampire with a taste for the thrill of the chase, had spotted Whumpee earlier in a bustling cafe, their heart racing as they sensed the sweet aroma of innocence that clung to their chosen prey.

As Whumpee turned the corner, they were startled to find themselves face to face with Whumper, who had been lurking in the shadows, just out of sight, now stepped into the dim light, a charming smile playing on their lips.

"Lost, are we?" Whumper purred, their voice as seductive as a siren's song.

They moved closer, their eyes locking onto Whumpee's, holding them in a captivating gaze.

Whumpee, disoriented and slightly flustered by the sudden encounter, stammered, "I… I wasn't expecting to run into anyone here."

The Whumper's smile widened.

"Well Fate has a funny way of bringing people together, Doesn't it?" they mused.

"In fact, I could use your help with something. You see, I'm looking for a particular place, and I seem to have lost my way. Would you be so kind as to assist me?"

Whumpee hesitated, their guard slowly lowering in the presence of the charismatic stranger.

"I suppose I could help you find your way," they replied cautiously.

Whumper's smile only grew, "Wonderful!" They said, "I do appreciate your kindness, truley."

As Whumpee turned their attention to giving directions, the Whumper's predatory instincts sharpened as the conversation continued, their words a hypnotic melody that dulled Whumpee's senses.

But as Whumpee's back was turned, Whumper finally saw their opportunity.

In a swift and shocking move, the vampire lunged forward, wrapping their cold, strong arms around Whumpee.

"W-what are you--!?" Whumpee gasped in surprise, the realization of their peril sinking in too late.

"You're too trusting, my dear," Whumper whispered, their breath sending shivers down Whumpee's spine. "But don't worry; I promise to make this encounter unforgettable."

Terror seized Whumpee's heart as they felt the fangs graze softly their neck, Their eyes widened while their breath quickening as panic set in.

"No, please, don't!" Whumpee begged, their voice quivering with fear. "I'll do anything, just let me go!"

"Anything, you say? How intriguing," Whumper purred, their grip tightening around Whumpee's trembling form pulling them closer against them. "But I'm afraid it's too late for negotiations, my dear."

Whumpee's breaths came in ragged gasps as they struggled to comprehend the nightmare they had been pulled into.

"What… what are you?" they stammered, tears welling up in their eyes.

The Whumper leaned in, their lips brushing against Whumpee's earlobe, sending a shiver of dread down their spine.

"I'm a creature of the night," Whumper hissed, their tone both seductive and menacing. "A vampire, if you will, and you, my dear, are about to become part of my world."

Tears streamed down Whumpee's face as they whispered, "P-please, there mm-must be another w-way. I don't ww-want to die."

The Whumper's eyes gleamed with an unholy hunger as they gazed into Whumpee's tear-filled eyes.

"Oh, you misunderstand me," They murmured. "I won't let you die. No, I intend to keep you alive, to make you my Blood Bag."

With a gentle but firm grip, Whumper lifted Whumpee's chin, exposing the pale, vulnerable curve of their throat while the moonlight danced upon the delicate skin, emphasizing the pulsing vein beneath.

As Whumpee's trembling body was held firmly in the Whumper's grasp, the vampire's fangs pierced their delicate skin.

A sharp, exquisite pain shot through Whumpee, followed by an intense sensation of pleasure that was impossible to resist.

Whumper's venomous saliva mixed with Whumpee's blood, igniting a euphoria that left them weak at the knees.

Whumper fed with a calculated rhythm, their lips pressed against the wound, their tongue dancing over the puncture marks, savoring every drop, and as the first drops of blood touched the their tongue, a shiver of pleasure coursed through their body.

Whumper's hand, cool and gentle, caressed Whumpee's cheek, guiding their face to the side to allow for better access to their throbbing vein.

The Vampire's tongue flicked over the wound, lapping up the crimson nectar that flowed from Whumpee's neck.

The taste was intoxicating, like the finest vintage wine, all while whumpee's heartbeat echoed in their ears, the rhythm of their life force lulling the Whumper into a hypnotic trance.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as Whumper fed, savoring every drop of precious life essence.

Whumpee's breaths grew shallow, and their vision blurred, the world around them fading into obscurity.

Finally, once Whumpee's body had grown frail and their breaths dangerously shallow, Whumper withdrew, their lips stained crimson.

They watched with a cruel satisfaction as Whumpee slumped forward, unconscious and utterly helpless.

With a predatory grace, Whumper gathered Whumpee's limp form into their arms their pulse had grown feeble, and their body had become a mere vessel, emptied of life.

Whumper's eyes glittered with triumph as they turned away from the moonlit alley, disappearing into the night with their newfound Blood Bag.

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Teen Wolf 6x13 | Scott Impaled

[cold1dead1eyes]

tall whumpee in a small cage. their big hands grasping at the cold metal bars, body tensed up in frustration and fear but totally at the whims of their captor. a cornered animal.

they're too tall to stand upright. instead, they huddle in the corner in a mess of long limbs and wide torso. they look tame like that, subdued, their massive body curled up into itself. they look smaller than they are. whumpee wishes they were small. it would be easier; they could hide, make themself inconspicuous, but they're too big and bulky for that.

when whumpee is finally let out of the cage, they still slouch. they try to make their big body as small as possible. it only serves to gain them more attention.

[kabie-whump]

♡ Febuwhump Day 11: Time Loop ♡

@febuwhump

Content: Panic, caretaker turned whumper (kinda), does this count as horror?, attempt to jump out a window, ptsd, supernatural or monster whumper, shapeshifter whumper, ambiguous ending

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“Not again not again not again.”

Caretaker takes a step back, confusion crossing their face. “What? What’s going on, Whumpee?”

“Get away from me!” Whumpee scrambles across the room, putting as much distance between them and Caretaker as possible. “Just… Stay back. Please.”

“Alright, alright. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Yes you are,” Whumpee sobs. “Yes you fucking are. You always do.”

“What are you talking about?”

Whumpee inches toward the window, their trembling fingers reaching blindly for the lock since they refuse to take their eyes off Caretaker.

“Hey! Get away from there.”

Caretaker takes a step forward and Whumpee flinches hard. They’re shaking from head to toe, their face pale with terror.

“Just… Don’t do that, okay? I don't know what’s going on with you, but if I’m scaring you I’ll leave. I’m sorry for whatever I did.” With that, Caretaker backs out of Whumpee’s room, closing the door gently. They can hear Whumpee crying on the other side.

What the fuck was that? Why did Whumpee seem so scared of them?

Caretaker wanders into their own room, unsure of what to do. It’s there that they see it - their own face. Their own body. Standing there staring at them with a sharp toothed grin.

Caretaker doesn’t have time to scream before it lunges at them.

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[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1231

Anon asked:

May I have some torture prompts please?*

TW: Non-con body modifications/gore/body horror/organ harvesting etc

I got a bit carried away with these...

Your whumpee is left cut open - perhaps with their organs exposed. Their flesh could be pulled back and held open. This takes the feeling of exposure to a whole new level.

^ This also entices anxiety/panic. As they may be able to see organs grow back, therefore as they get closer to 'completion' they start to panic when they remember the pain of removal.

^ Also the torturer could use this for 'science' in order to better calculate which organ is better value for time/money.

The torturer could also take blood at the same time to limit the mess during surgeries. Your whumpee is constantly nauseous/lightheaded/weak because of this. (Dubious science, but you get the idea)

The first time they're allowed to heal, even for a short amount of time, they're overwhelmed with relief.

Are they rescued while they're still 'open'?

Do they scar regardless of the injury type? For example, if a leg is taken, are they left with a ring of scarring where the initial cut was?

At what point do they stop feeling it/are so in shock that they just.. don't register what's going on?

How does the harvesting affect their sense of balance/bodily functions? Do they have nausea, but have nothing to make something to bring up? When they're able to stand after their rescue, do they feel heavy/full?

^ Are they so used to feeling empty?

Do the torturers take their eyes so they're unable to see what's happening/where they are?

What if, a long time after their rescue/recovery, they stumble across someone who received a limb/organ they needed - maybe they're so grateful for it, but the whumpee has to silently suffer knowing that it's their body part.

^ How does the whumpee know it's theirs? Do tattoos/pre-existing scars regenerate also?

After the rescue, the first time they have a day without pain is bliss. They sob.

*(The character context Anon gave is under the cut)

My whumpee is from a humanoid subspecies that can regenerate almost ANY lost body part - limbs, fingers, eyes, tongue, most internal organs, you name it - unless they've been fully chopped to bits. The only thing they cannot regenerate is their equivalent of a brain, because obviously that controls the regeneration process (if they've been lobotomized, they can still regenerate but slower). The regeneration process usually lasts from 3 hours to a week, depending on what and how much has been lost, but the process is painful, uncomfortable and it's usually for the best that the individual is asleep through most of it.

That makes whumpee's subspecies very attractive to organ harvesting rings, because their organs are compatible with those of many other species. One day, our whumpee wakes up strapped to a table...

[whump-captain]

A summoning won't succeed if the vessel is not empty

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