#werewolf prompt

[spicycinnabun]

@118dailydrabble for day 96 prompt beast 🐺 rated: e 🐺 pair: buck/tommy 🐺 tags: werewolf!tommy, human!buck, implied rough sex

The full moon was tomorrow.

Tommy was on edge, composure unravelling. Almost as soon as he laid eyes on Evan, they were going at it.

Tommy had him pressed against the cold glass of the window. Evan was naked. Tommy was fully clothed, except for where he was buried deep inside. Evan’s dick was making a mess of his shirt, hard and wet and eager. Tommy inhaled, growling.

“Let him out, Tommy, c'mon,” Evan breathed in his ear. Begging.

Evan moaned when that earned him a warning nip with elongating teeth, claws prodding the undersides of his thighs. “Evan.”

Tommy’s beast was just below the surface. So close to snapping through.

“I wanna be at his mercy.”

Snap.

[1one2two3three4four]

Prompt 9

Character A, a werewolf that has the "I didn't murder anyone did i?" mentality and Character B, who knows very well the only thing they've ever murdered is the furniture.

[thewhumphut]

Something I keep coming back to is the specific spots that’d hurt most during a werewolf transformation so I’d thought I’d list them. This is specifically of someone transforming from a regular human into a straight up wolf

1: jaw - pretty simple one, human jaws are a lot shorter than a wolf’s and all that bone stretching would probably hurt a lot

2: Ears & nose - similar to the jaw in that the human features are much shorter. I’d imagine these would hurt less transforming since they’re both made of cartilage rather than bone but both are still rlly sensitive places and in the case of ears they’re completely changing their position on the skull

2: thumbs - of course all of your fingers would hurt, but wolves don’t have thumbs so your thumb would probably turn into a dew claw which I’d say is a lot more drastic of a change than the rest of your fingers

3: all of your skin - wolf skin is a lot ticker than a humans and so are a wolf’s hairs so your all of your skin would be itching and burning as your hair thickens and multiplies and your skin becomes tougher

4: all of your teeth - teeth are rlly sensitive to pain and every tooth changing shape and size would hurt so fucking much. Also wolves have 10 more teeth than a human adult and I can’t imagine growing 10 extra teeth in a relatively short amount of time being pleasant

5: your fucking heels and legs in general - this is the one if think of most. Humans are plantigrade animals; meaning we use our heels for walking, as do bears, raccoons, etc. but wolves are digigrade. Meaning in comparison to us; they walk on their tip-toes. So your heels would be elongated to a wicked extent and your legs in general completely changing it’s class

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[late-night-tourist-attraction]

# 45

"I'm literally a vampire I can't just break into places like I used to , vampire rules you know!?" The Villain had said while clawing at the window trying to even so much as touch the windowsill only to glare at the invisible wall. " One can't enter without invitation!?" The villain had hissed.

the vigilante sighed while shaking their head." Then how the hell are we supposed to figure out who turned you!?"

"you said you were attacked in your home, right?" Vigilante had asked while glancing up at the moon filling their skin prickle with the cold smoggy city air. " and isn't this your apartment anyways?!" Vigilante had asked with esaperation.

The Villain narrowed their eyes." Forgive me but I've been labeled as dead for over a month now and just dug myself out of a grave three nights ago, you want to blame someone blame my land lord for changing the locks and giving my crap to a bunch of weirdo teenagers." Villain had said with a long and breathless breath." And as far as I know dead people don't own shit!?"

Rolling their eyes the vigilante crossed their arms leaning against the fire escape railing." Can you at least stop huffing, your a vampire now a literal walking corpse you don't need to breath, it looks weird."

Maybe the villain looked through the window of what used to be their apartment." Oh don't remind me." The villain has said with a simulated Huff.

the villain pouted with their bottom lip trembling slightly with their fangs protruding out." Just look at what those brats did to my living room it's a mess and is that a crack in the wall!?" The villain looked away in dismay balling up their shaky hand into a fist with their red eyes blazing." I'll never get my deposits back !" The villain had said with teary eyes.

Running a hand through their hair the vigilante leaned back even more with a deadpan expression clearly not amused as they glanced at the moon again with a sigh." I don't think that's what you should be worry about here, maybe we should just leave and I'll come back here with my sidekick lat-?"

The villain's head snapped their way so quick." No, I'm going to Rob those brats blind, and I'm going to get in there one way or another, vampire rules be damned ." the villain had said as they held their fist up and pointed their finger at vigilante their sharp nails pointed in vigilante's face almost grazing their nose." And your going to help me!"

The vigilante sighed while rubbing their temple and looking up at the moon lit sky once more" oh for God's sake could you please stop yelling before someone hears use? And back up you smell like a grave yard, it's missing with my nose!"

the villains eyes went wide and their bottom lip trembles again before sitting on the floor of the fire escape.

"great just great, are you sulking again." Vigilante had said while crossing their arms over their chest.

The Villain narrowed their eyes." Well of course I'm going to sulk , I'm legally dead, I am dead and everything I've worked so hard for has just been stripped away from me, and I've only just found out that I've been pronounced dead for over a month just 3 days ago and I just found out the supernatural really exists,and that this whole time you've been a werewolf, I'm sorry If I'm getting emotional right now especially over just some junk but that whole month I was in a coffin only felt like a few hour to me " the villain had hissed while hugging their knees to their chest to catch their non-existent breath.

Shaking their head the vigilante looked away with an uncomfortable expression their brow was knitted together as they reached out hesitantly towards the villain before pulling away not really know how to comfort them

Clearing their throat the vigilante sighed while glancing at the fading moon." Right , okay I got it , but we really should get out of here the sun is coming up and your my only surviving well more or less surviving victim and lead, I'll see what I can do about getting your stuff back but lets just calm down first okay."

the villain wiped their red eyes and stood up getting ready to argue when they slumped over.

the Villains body was slowly going num as the first ray of light filler through the sky." Damnit" villain muttered while practically falling into vigilantes arms their chin resting on vigilante shoulder like they have been hit with an elephant tranquilizer.

The Villains red eyes were getting heavy as their body became paralyzed by the day break and vigilante sighed while holding villain up. " I hate you, I hate vampires and I hate my life ." villain had hissed out with a single tear before before letting vigilante pick them up.

" come on, let's get you to nice cold damp basement so you can work off that sun light paralysis , if we're lucky your rigor mortis won't kick in again while I'm carrying back." The vigilante had offered with an awkward smile and trying to make light of the situation.

The villain didn't reply but the lazy glare they were giving vigilante said everything.

[unboundprompts]

Can you create chapter titles based off werewolf packs?? Please?

Werewolf Packs Chapter Titles

-> feel free to edit as you see fit.

The Howl of the Alpha

Moonlit Oaths

Packbound

Tides of the Blood Moon

The Mark of Loyalty

Fangs and Fury

Silent Paws

Culling the Weak

The Hunt Begins

Alpha's Reign

The Shadow of the Pack

Blood and Fur

Rite of Passage

Beneath the Full Moon

Betrayal in the Pack

Feral Heart

Lunar Wrath

The Call of the Wild

[just-a-few-prompts]

An idea that’s been in my head;

In the werewolf fics I’ve been reading, there tends to be a “fated mate”, a goddess-given connection between you and your soulmate. The second you lay eyes on them, you’re in love. They’re perfect. The union is usually completed with a bite to the shoulder or neck, ‘marking’ each other so that other wolves know that they’re taken.

Another option, if you never find your fated mate, is to take a chosen mate. You pick somebody, and you two mark each other, creating a mate bond. It isn’t as strong as if you’d done it with your real mate, but it’s an option.

So I had an idea when exploring this concept.

The character is one of the leaders of a pack, a pair of chosen mates. They’re known for their strong bond and loyalty to each other despite their bond not being fated or goddess-given. Their pack is strong and well-known, a powerhouse.

One day, they’re fighting another pack, or maybe a small band of rogues.

The character stops an assassination attempt on their partner, tackling the assailant out of the way. They roll to a stop, pinning the assailant down…

And they realize that this assailant is their fated mate.

[bruisedandbuckley]

Hi everyone and welcome to my first little thing for this! :D I’m actually pretty happy with how it turned out!

Prompt: recorded torture for @badthingshappenbingo

Cw: knife cuts, kidnapping, torture, alcohol

A werewolf Buck gets kidnapped and tapes show up at the 118, there is a relatively good end?

Buck had been missing for three days.

The 118 had done everything in their power to find him, but it was like he had vanished. His phone had been found in the parking lot of his loft, shattered. And they couldn’t get any clear leads from any camera footage, just his jeep leaving and never returning.

They were starting to lose hope, everyone was quietly sitting around the table picking at cold pizza since Bobby couldn’t even bring himself to cook. They were exhausted and worn thin with working their shifts and searching.

And that’s when the first tape showed up.

Luckily they still had an old TV with a VCR in the storage, one that the firehouse used to wheel out to show old stop, drop, and roll fire safety videos to the kids on field trips. And also luckily, seemed to still work despite the layer of dust.

But as soon as they pushed play on that tape, a chill ran through the room as they knew their luck had run out.

It was dark and grainy, but clear as day what they were watching.

Evan Buckley, chained to a chair. Not tied, bound with industrial chains. He was struggling, muffled grunts all he could get out around the gag in his mouth.

He had a black eye that looked in desperate need of attention and multiple cuts on his face and arms leaking blood.

None of them wanted to watch more. None of them wanted to see how the tape ended. And just when Chimney was moving to cut it off, a deep voice spoke.

“Smile for the camera, mutt.”

He punctuated the strange insult with another drag of the blade in his hand, Buck seeming unable to help himself from yelling against his gag.

And then the screen went black, the VCR audibly stopping as it reached the end. The 118 just silently stared, none of them sure what to do.

——

Eddie couldn’t stop rewatching. He was sure he had watched it more than Athena at this point and she was actively working on the case. Nobody made a move to stop him as he rewound and paused the film again.

None of this made sense to Eddie. Why Buck? Why call him that? Why send a tape? Eddie’s brain was reeling, the last time he’d heard Buck sound even remotely like that was when he had been crushed by the engine. And while he was sure that a knife hurt, he had to doubt the man he’d seen get pistol whipped and hardly flinch would react like that. Hell, Eddie had seen Buck slice open his hands countless times between cooking and normal job hazards and barely blink. What was so different about this knife?

——

When the next tape showed up, Eddie was the first to find it. He knew he should have woken everyone else, they were all in the bunks trying to rest while they could, but Eddie couldn’t wait.

It started with the camera pointed at an empty corner, that same voice from the last tape, this time seeming to address the camera.

“How well do you know your friends?”

Eddie could hardly make out the words over what he was sure was Buck struggling off camera.

“Do you know what kind of company you keep?”

Eddie let out a pained gasp as the camera moved, settling on Buck. Along with the black eye, now at least half his face was bruised. Blood was staining the gag and dripping down his chin.

But worse than that was his chest, sharp letters carved into his skin, labeling him a monster.

Eddie wanted nothing more than to track down this man and make him suffer. Make sure he knew who the real monster was in this situation.

“Well, mutt, got anything to say to the people back home?”

And in some kind of sick taste of a gift, he removed the gag.

All Buck could get out was a small raspy word, his throat obviously ruined from screaming. A single, quiet, “Eddie…”

It twisted his heart, tears breaking through the dam he had built. What had they done to his Buck?

By the time the others had woken up and found him Eddie was on his fifth rewatch. He doubted anyone else would watch it enough to notice Buck’s eyes flash gold, to notice the fangs peeking out when he whispered Eddie’s name.

——

Evan Buckley had now been missing for a full week.

There hadn’t been any new leads, there hadn’t been any new tapes.

Bobby told Eddie to take some time off, get some rest. Eddie had picked up on the silent addition that seemed to imply he should take some time to mourn.

So mourn he did, lying on his couch sobbing into beer number 4. He couldn’t be more grateful that Chris was in Texas for all of this.

Oh God, what was he going to tell Christopher?

He could hardly think right now, so he just let his eyes shut.

——

Eddie woke with a splitting headache to a thump on his door. He laid there for a minute more when another, albeit weaker, thump hit the front door. Eddie stumbled his way, somewhere between still buzzed and hungover.

He was fully ready to brush off whoever was coming to check on him, when instead everything came crashing down on him.

Everything being the full weight of Evan Buckley.

Buck.

His Buck.

Eddie instantly sobered, pulling the man inside to get a better look at him.

There was so much blood. Which was to be expected with how much his body was carved up.

“I…”

Eddie was shushing him, already grabbing a sponge and warm water.

But Buck shook his head, determined to get his words out.

“I… did something bad…”

He gestured at himself, at all the blood. Eddie had noticed the way it was splattered across him, running down his chin and chest in ways that didn’t match his wounds. The way it coated his hands, the way it was under his nails.

Eddie just smiled, he didn’t fully understand, but he knew one thing.

“No, Buck, you did good. You came home.”

[abalonetea]

Were-tember Prompt

Welcome to the first Were-tember, hosted by yours truly! This was originally posted on Patreon...and now it's here for you! Use them for art, for writing, for anything you want...just tag me in what you make so I can see it!

‘standard’ werewolf

full moon

partially transformed

hunger

howling

puppy/child

werecat

sleeping

shaggy/mangy

collared

non-traditional werewolf

hunting

cold weather

werebear

jackal

sparkle dog

wounded

silver bullet

hunter

wolfsbane flower

werehyena

urban werewolf

werewolf based on a small dog

pack night

first bitten

werewolf lineage

gothic werewolf

were—nontraditional animal of your choice

a wolf bitten by a werehuman

your favorite style of werewolf

free space

[thenixkat]

Werewolf story prompt inspired by watching The Werewolf (1956) and I Was A Teenage Werewolf (1957):

Rescue society for werewolves created via nonconsensual human experimentation.

A nonprofit that tracks scientists, the chemicals they purchase, and news reports of strange animal attacks in hopes to find and rescue werewolves before they're gunned down by the police for circumstances beyond their control, bring these fuckass scientists to justice, and rehabilitate the werewolves so they can rejoin their families without being a danger to them.

Rules of the werewolves:

The moon cycle has no bearing on transformations. The werewolves transform when stressed, frightened, or angry and do not transform back until they calm down.

The werewolves do not have control of themselves when transformed but are only likely to attack in retaliation or if hungry and hunting

Being scientifically created these werewolves do not have the folkloric weaknesses and are as easily injured or killed as regular humans and wolves.

[krumsprompts]

prompt # 133

You don’t run with the wolves and expect not to see the hunt.

[kind-lion]

Cuddling with Monster Boyfriends

Werewolf Bf that's so big and hairy and pulls you into his chest, it's soft and warm and safe and he is growling whenever you try to move out, even just a hand to reach for the water. He nuzzles into your neck and you can feel his every breath. He pulls you on top of him and keeps you in place, you feel his every breath with the steady rise and fall of his chest. It's a mess of fur.

Incubus Bf that does the same but much tighter, needs much more skin on skin contact. He holds you so tight he wants you to merge into his chest. His thin tail wraps around your thigh as he aims to have you completely under him. His hands occasionally stray and squeeze and grab in less than innocent places, but it's all affection.

Succubus Bf on the flip side that presses into your chest, tries to merge in and climb between your ribs to find a place to rest, nestled by your heart. Of course he can't so he'll settle for your arms around him. His tail holds your waist, the tip of it rubbing softly against the small of your back to offer the same comfort you give him.

Dragon Bf just laying on top of you. His weight comfortably weighing you down and shielding you from the outside. He gets to feel you beneath him and the sun warming his back. His wings wrap around you and so does his tail, wrapping you into a warm cocoon where your only worry may be him. Every now and then he squeezes you closer so his treasure doesn't slip from his grasp.

[1one2two3three4four]

Prompt 7 or 8 (idk)

"B!" A hissed, vigoursly rubbing their eyes, "I'm sorry, really A, I just--" B dabbed their eyes with a wet rag. If a half-reverted werewolf stumbled into your home, your instincts would probably go to the pepper spray too.

[cuteangsty]

Werewolf whump ideas

Part 3

Shifting/transformation

(tw: mention of suicide; mental illness; murder; slavery; minor whump)

Werewolf who got disfigured from a transformation.

Werewolves are usually able to transform freely, at will ever since they've had their first full on transformation. Which happens at about the age of 16 maybe 18 if they are late bloomers.

For human Borns:

Its somewhat common for some children to be able to shift their ears or grow their claws/fangs, maybe even shift their nose into a small snout. However full transformations into wolf form only happen after a certain age, almost always as a result of very intense emotions.

(It is possible for a pup to transform earlier than that, but it's usually not a good sign)

For wolf Borns:

Contrary to popular belief among humans, it is possible that a werewolf is born in wolf form. This event happens at random, some do some don't.

In that case, they'll transform into a more humanoid form initially and as they calm down they'll gain the ability to turn into a human.

In both cases transformation almost always happens during full moon (when werewolves get more sensitive) is extremely painful at first, but wolves get used to it with practice ('practice' includes not only shifting multiple times, but also plenty emotion management, breathing exercises and physical exercises).

Needless to say that werewolves who grow up with humans, be it willingly or otherwise, struggle with shifting.

Specially enslaved wolves. Their masters see their shifting as a mechanical thing, something they do only to get in a more convenient form to do their labor. Therefore these wolves are never properly trained to get in the mindset for shifting and end up having horrible memories of their first time, which only makes the whole process worse. Many of them see it almost as punishment and constantly get a either mentally blocked or uncontrollable.

mentally blocked/ stunted - humans tend to give up on them and they are used for labor a strong human could usually do. Most captive wolves are like that.

Uncontrollable/ Feral - these are, more often than not, a result of an already disturbed mind. They tend to shift whenever they get too upset. It's out of their control, they might try to hold it in, but it's like holding a sneeze. Shifting is their only way to release frustration. They often don't remember anything when they are in wolf form and seem to hold very bad feelings about the whole experience. As dangerous as they sound, they are extremely valuable. Their strength and endurance are like no other and even if they look impossible to control, some trainers found out that they could administer small burns to make them comply.

Unfortunately feral shifters don't live very long, these often reach the mark of 27 maybe 30 before perishing. The causes tend to fatal malformations during shifting, declining mental health or work accidents.

Malformations:

The bones change sizes and shapes, muscles stretch, the skin is broken and reformed... Many things happen to a wolf's body during a transformation, although malformations are uncommon withing their communities, captive wolves are often victim of them. Since they aren't being mentored about it or performing exercises to control it, things can go horribly wrong during stressful shifting. Vital organs can get crushed or punctured by malformed bones, the stress can cause a heart failure, their noses may shift wrongly and no longer allow enough air into their bodies, and more often than not, they might swallow their tongue.

Metal health:

Feral werewolves can become extremely mentally unstable, in fact most of them do. Plenty of feral rescues have been found complete apathetic or even catatonic, others describe auditory hallucinations and paranoid delusions (most commonly believing they are part of a hive-mind or that someone else is controlling their limbs). All of them seem to be suffering from a lot of confusion and some type of split personality (not exclusive related to their wolf form). Due to all of this, it's not uncommon for ferals to hurt themselves commit suicide, be it willingly or by accident. Others are terminated by their owners as well, once they become too difficult to control, or reason with.

Work accidents:

Considering the 2 other reasons above it's needless to say, ferals can cause a lot of accidents while working.

Changing the topic for wolves who willing grow up among humans.

Those thend to also not be very found of shifting, mostly seeing it as inconvenient and troublesome. Despite being in healthier environments the lack of proper shifting exercise can lead to complications as well. You see, shifting is a natural part of a werewolf's life and not being able to do it safely. Even if the wolf isn't particular interested in their wilder side, restarting oneself from their nature usually leads frustration building up inside them, and if they aren't trained in how to release it properly, they become susceptible to malformations when the need to shift becomes unbearable.

And if they are trying to restrain themselves due to fear of their wolf side, it can also cause mental instability. Since they can't deny what they are.

Now for more specific whump ideas -> stay tuned for the next post

[trainer-sean]

"WHERE THE FUCK AM I?! WHY DO I HAVE A HANGOVER?! FUCK!"

Dialogue Prompt #176

“Would anyone care to explain the wolf in my bathroom?”

“He just kind of… showed up.” 

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 140

"What?" Geralt asks, frowning, a furrow in his brow. "I turn into a wolf every full moon." Jaskier repeats. "How-" "You were always away on a hunt. You'd just meet me back in the morning." "...You were a werewolf this whole time?" "..Yes. I- I'm sorry, Darling. I never wanted to lie." "Why didn't you trust me with this? Did you think I would hurt you?" "No! I thought I would hurt you. I'm not myself on full moons, Geralt. I can't even remember them. All I know is that the moon raises, i feel this ache in my bones, and the next thing I know, I'm waking up the next morning, nude, with a full stomach of what is HOPEFULLY nothing gross." "...You've not transformed in towns, have you?" "No! Of course not! I'm terrified of hurting someone, Geralt! That's the only reason I'm telling you now! I got the charts mixed up, I thought the moon was still a week away, but it isn't, and we're near a town, and I need you to keep me restrained." A long pause settles between them. "You want me to guard you?" "Guard them. From me. Keep me trapped in a shack and- And lock it up tight. Chain me, hurt me, knock me out, whatever you must do. Keep me from being a danger. I never wanted to be a terrifying beast, Geralt." Jaskier says, with those damned wet doe eyes of his. Geralt agrees. Because he doesn't know a world where he wouldn't. Mere hours later, Jaskier is sat against a beam in an old rundown barn. He's tied up with rope, and chained on top of that. There are no windows in the barn, the door is fully barricaded and locked, and Geralt guards it. "You really should guard it from outside" Jaskier had said. "I'm not leaving you to do this alone. You never should have had to." Geralt replied. Thus, Geralt stands and watches as Jaskier pales and starts twitching. The moon is rising. "It's coming- I'm going to be a beast." Jaskier says with fear, before the transformation takes the air out of his lungs. Geralt watches in horror and awe as Jaskier's body changes, changes, changes.... In... Into a songbird? sitting on the ground is a fat little songbird. It easily hops over the ropes and chains, now much too lose to hold it. Him. Oh my gods. Jaskier's not a werewolf. He's a... were.... werebird... And not even a scary one. Jaskier starts pecking the barn floor and Geralt rubs a hand over his face in exhaustion. He prepared for the worst, and instead is treated to watching Jaskier struggle to bathe in a trough. "Jaskier, it's too deep." He tells the bird, as it fluffs up it's wings. "Jaskier, you're going to-" Jaskier tries to take a step into the birdbath, only to fall, dunking his whole fat little body into the depths of the trough. He flails about in the water, chirping panickedly. Geralt rushes to his aid, gently lifting him out of the water with gentle hands. Perhaps guarding over Jaskier will still be a challenge after all.

[barkencyde]

seeing werewolf packs in media joking around and acting wolflike/doglike in their human forms always makes me so envious. id kill to have a close family like that, where we may all still look human but none of us actually are and canine behaviour/communication is seen as normal and not weird. i often feel kind of isolated from my family because of how much i have to mask or tone down my canine behaviour to appear normal to them. i hope some day i can find a pack like this where i can fully be myself and be surrounded by people who are the same :-)