#shifters au

[f1-disaster-bi]

This little Shifters au fic is for my bestie @princelancey and based on a tiktok she sent me:

"Lance?"

Esteban frowned as he left his keys on the side-table just inside the door of Lance’s London apartment. He dropped his backpack beside the table and abandoned his suitcase as he called out for his love.

Despite the lights being on, there was no reply from his partner as Esteban toed off his shoes and padded into the living room. The television was playing softly, some program on Netflix that they'd watched a thousand times filled the screen as Esteban blinked. He checked his phone but there were no messages telling him where Lance was and then he felt it.

A little pat, pat, pat, on his head that had him looking up at Lance in all his shifted lynx glory as he sat on top of the bookshelf.

"How did you get up there?", Esteban’s mouth hung open in shock because he genuinely had no idea how the other had gotten up there.

Lance, being extremely helpful, just blinked at him and swatted at Esteban’s hair with his paw.

"Oi, stop that", Esteban chuckled, reaching up to scratch behind Lance’s black furr tipped ears, "Behave, and I'll help you down"

Lance let out a little huffing but accept the affection before he stared to move. Esteban moved closer to the shelf before bending slightly and patting his back to tell Lance to step down onto it. Lance waited a moment, trying to be as careful as possible as he jumped onto his back and onto the floor before staring up at Esteban expectingly.

"Alright, alright", Esteban rolled his eyes as the lynx shifter pawed at his sock covered foot.

He leaned down, picking Lance up and smiling as the lynx pressed his cold nose to his cheek. Lance was purring softly, only letting out a little huffing when Esteban readjusted him so he was holding him like a baby. Lance, on his back in his arms, curled his paws against his belly and rested his head against Estebans shoulder. Completely comfortable and trusting of his partner as Esteban laughed and pressed a kiss to his furry forehead.

"You're just a big cuddly, teddy bear, oui?", Esteban murmured, enjoying the warmth of Lance in his arms and the way his purring felt against his chest.

Lance, in response, just pressed his cold nose behind Esteban’s ear and that was that as Esteban moved to the couch.

If his boyfriend wanted to play at being a weight, Lynx shaped blanket for the evening, then who was Esteban to deny his love what he wanted?

#shifters au #esteban/lance #lance/esteban #lesteban

[ktwritesstuff]

Nothing Else Matters (a Triple Frontier shifters AU) Chapter 4

Title: Nothing Else Matters Fandom: Triple Frontier Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Reader x Triple Frontier Boys reverse harem style Word Count: ~2,000 Summary: Sexy times in the woods...

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 (below cut) | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Chapter Four

Back in the day, whenever the boys were home from deployment you would spend full moons at the Miller family cabin in South Carolina. It was your favorite place in the world, so lush and green, no one else around for miles. Just you and your pack, running, hunting, with nothing to do but follow your instincts and appetites. Those happy days were few and far between now, so when Tom let you get away, you were sure to take full advantage.

While the boys drank around the bonfire, you ran. Ginger caught the scent of a stag about a mile from the cabin and you followed it across the mountain. You felt so strong and free, you wished it could be like this always.

You finally caught up to the deer, a young eight-point buck, fat and healthy. You stalked it silently on velvety paws, waiting in the shadows. At just the right moment you leapt, teeth sinking into the stag’s throat, warm blood filling your mouth, tearing with fangs and claws until you lost yourself to the animal inside.

You woke to the sensation of a cold, wet nose proding between your thighs. You opened your eyes to find a compact, gray wolf snuffling against your bare skin. Your mouth and hands were stained with blood from the deer carcass torn open beside you, Ginger already having dug out the best bits from her kill.

Ironhead lapped at your belly and pressed his snout into your groin.

“Knock it off,” you said, pushing him away. Ironhead huffed, shaking his large head.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” Will warned, shifting back as you stretched your limbs, painfully stiff from spending the night on the ground.

“I’m not alone,” you teased, taking one of the deer’s forelegs in your hand and waving it at Will.

“You disgust me,” Will said, sinking to his knees beside you.

“You like it,” you said, placing a hand on his head, drawing him into a lazy kiss.

Will moaned against your mouth, holding your face in his hands as he climbed over you. You snarled and snapped at him, digging your nails into the muscles of his arms. Will growled back fiercely, moving his hands to grip your thighs, pressing his body against yours as you scratched across his shoulders and down his arms.

Will pushed you back onto the moss-covered earth, panting and gasping between hard, hungry kisses. He took your throat in one hand, thumb tucked against the hinge of your jaw, forcing your teeth apart as his tongue delved toward your throat.

The morning air turned your damp skin to goose flesh. You braced your legs against his sides and pushed with all your strength to roll on top of him, pinning him to the earth.

Will grabbed your ass with both hands, hoisting you up and impaling you on his cock in one precise movement. You moaned at the sudden intrusion, pussy stretched so tight you could feel every pulse of his hard shaft. You rolled your hips against him instinctively, bracing your hands against his chest.

With a growl, Will flipped you onto your back, thrusting into you hard and fast. You bared your teeth, pulling his face toward yours, close enough that you were breathing the same air. Your muscles–already primed from the exhilaration of the hunt–coiled tighter, nerve endings on fire.

Your eyes rolled wildly, mouth hanging open, practically drooling with your orgasm. You sank your teeth into his shoulder in a firm love-bite to keep from crying out loud enough to scare all the game for miles.

Will pulled out of you, shuddering with his release, ribbons of cum coating your stomach and thighs. He rolled onto the grass beside you, draping an arm over you and burying his nose against your hair.

“You smell different,” Will said.

“Hmm?” you moaned, tracing the ridges of his muscles lazily.

“You smell different,” Will repeated. “Like booze. Not beer; sweeter…like whiskey.”

The boys had reached a consensus that you smelled like sex; at first it made you self-conscious, but they assured you it was pleasant. Animalic musk and warm floral, although they each described it a little differently. Will said it was like roses, Benny thought it was magnolias, and it reminded Frankie of marigolds.

To you each of the boys had a distinct smell as well. Tom smelled like stress, sour sweat and hops. Benny had a skin-like smell as well, but cleaner, one that reminded you of summer, like sunscreen and salt. Will smelled like old leather and dark earth, grounded and stable. Frankie smelled like Christmas, cardamom, nutmeg, and amber bourbon.

“You’re pregnant.” Will put the pieces together even before you did.

“What? How could you possibly know that? It’s barely been a week; I haven’t even missed a period.”

You laughed, even as you realized he must be right. Ironhead knew your body as well as you did, even better perhaps. Every curve, every freckle, every sweet spot cataloged in his fastidious mental map.

“I can smell it,” Will said, sniffing the crook of his own elbow and grimacing. “Ugh, it’s on me.”

“You can’t say anything,” you said. “Not yet.”

“What do you think is going to happen when I get back to the cabin smelling like I fucked Catfish,” Will said.

“It’s not that bad,” you said, tipping your nose toward your armpit.

“Speak for yourself,” Will said, scrubbing his chest with a handful of long grass. “I need a shower.”

“You can take that back with you,” you said, nodding to the deer.

“What’s left of it.” Will rolled his eyes, shouldering the carcass, setting off through the woods still buck-ass naked.

“Put on some pants!” You laughed, calling after him. “Before you get poison ivy on your dick.”

Ironhead’s pronouncement had set something off inside you, something you had tried to keep at bay until now. Hope that something you had wanted for so long was finally coming to fruition. But you knew the odds better than anyone, something like a third of all pregnancies ended in miscarriage within the first weeks. You didn’t feel pregnant–no nausea or fatigue or unusual sensitivity–you worried that might mean something was amiss, but there was nothing you could do. You took your time getting up, surveying your body for any strange, new sensations. You set off yourself for where your clothes were stashed before returning to the house for a shower and a long nap in a proper bed.

You were woken by the sound of fighting, growls and snarls and pained whimpers, and ran out to the porch to see what was the matter.

Redfly had his teeth in Catfish’s haunches, fangs tearing through flesh as Catfish whimpered in pain, he squirmed and broke free, rolling over to show his belly in submission only for Redfly to pounce on him again. You ran to stop the fighting, but Will caught you by the waist to hold you back.

“Let it happen,” he warned, holding you in his vice-like grip.

“What did you do?” you screamed, trying to push him away. “Let me go!”

You beat your fists against Will’s chest futilely as the fighting went on. Enraged that he had gone to Tom after you had explicitly asked him not to, even before you had a chance to talk to Frankie. But there was no other explanation; Tom was too oblivious to your needs and desires to have figured it out on his own.

You figured that Will was jealous–jealous that you had gotten the child you wanted without him and he wanted to punish you for it. And poor Frankie was caught in the crossfire.

Benny’s huge gray wolf bounded out of the woods to see what was the matter, inadvertently charging headlong into the scuffle. As Redfly snapped at Benny, warning him to back off, Frankie managed to get far enough away to shift back, holding his hands out, still bleeding, lying naked in the dirt.

“I’m sorry,” he said frantically. “I’m sorry. Jesus. Just tell me what I did.”

Will let you go and you ran to Frankie, falling on your knees beside him, using the end of your nightgown to put pressure on the deepest wounds.

Tom shifted back, his eyes just as sharp and dangerous as his wolf’s. You returned his gaze in kind, refusing to look away first.

“She’s fucking pregnant,” Tom said, wiping the sweat from his face with the back of his arm. “You stupid asshole.”

Frankie’s face softened, his mouth falling open as he turned to you.

“Oh.”

Benny pulled himself up on the porch steps, still recovering from the effort of the shift, both hands knotted through his hair, eyes wide at the realization.

“I’m an uncle.”

“Dumbass,” Will rolled his eyes, smacking his brother lightly on the back of the head

You sighed, looking down as Frankie watched you with concern.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” you said.

“Oh,” Frankie gasped again, eyes wide as the news finally sank in.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” you said, helping Frankie to his feet, supporting him on the way up to the house. You took him to your bedroom and made him lie down so you could examine him.

Most of the wounds were superficial, scratches and nips, but there were some deep punctures on the backs of his legs and hip that would need stitches. You cleaned the wounds and got most of the bleeding stopped.

“Hold still,” you instructed.

Frankie was laying on his stomach while you did your best to stitch up the ragged wounds on the back of his legs. It had been a while since you had to break out your suture kit, which was surprising given Benny’s penchant for letting his MMA opponents tire themselves out by using him as a punching bag before overtaking them.

“This is ridiculous,” Frankie moaned. “I should be taking care of you, not the other way around.”

“Don’t worry about that now,” you said.

“So what happens next?” he asked, the anguish apparent in his voice as much as he tried to hide it.

“We get you wrapped up and put you to bed,” you warned. “You’re going to be feeling this for a few days.”

You tied off the last set of stitches and did your best to cover the area with gauze and medical tape.

“I mean with the baby,” Frankie said. “Are you going to keep it?”

“Of course I’m going to keep it,” you said, ripping a piece of tape with a little more force than necessary. “What kind of question is that?”

“Oh,” Frankie sighed, and despite the obvious pain he was in, you felt his whole body relax under your hands. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” you teased, slapping his bottom gently. “You think I would have fucked you if I wasn’t willing to have your baby?”

“You could have had anyone,” he said. “You picked me. I won’t let you down. I promise.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” you said, retrieving an ice pack to keep down the swelling. “It’s only been a few days. A lot can happen in the coming weeks; there’s no sense making plans until things are more stable.”

You covered him with a blanket, carefully sitting down beside him, combing your fingers through his dark hair.

“I mean it,” Frankie said. “I’m going to make this right. I’ll take care of you.”

Frankie turned onto his side, laying a protective hand on your belly. Your first instinct was to admonish him, but looking down at his big, brown eyes you realized you didn’t have the heart to tell him no.

“I know you will,” you agreed, placing one hand over his. “But not alone. We have our pack. And so will she.”

“She?” Frankie grinned up at you. “Like you said, it’s only been a few days.”

“I have a feeling.”

#triple frontier fic #shifters au #reverse harem #reader x frankie 'catfish' morales #reader x santiago 'pope' garcia #reader x will 'ironhead' miller #reader x benny miller #pedro pascal #oscar isaac #charlie hunnam #garrett hedlund

[asilentguardian]

Just thinking about batfam as cat shifters and how they pile on top of each other to take naps. Bruce tries to curl around all of his children at once but they’re so big now and he’s devastated :/

#aspeaks #shifters au #shifter au #still can’t remember which tag it is lol

[anonbaph]

Byebye, Tiger Year~  Based on @vrishchikawrites‘s prompts of happy tiny Wifi enjoys time with his mother. I forgot to post these drawings before...

1. [Wifi] Dangling from the back of his robes, giggling up a storm as his huge tiger mom carries him around 2. Mommy tiger CSSR carrying a grinning toddler WWX

Mom is a siberian tiger, Wei is a mix golden tabby.

This is a prequel of last year’s Evil Farm’s tiger!Shifter AU, where tiny Wifi is found by Lans and discovered as a tiger too, and ; from a big combo with Evils on Discordia.

This drawing on Twitter. Want to support my art? Ko-hi ko-fi cohín | Currently taking 25 or 30usd commissions.

#MDZS #Evil Farm #Wei Ying #Cangse Sanren #Fanart #Shifters AU #Tiger #Baph art #For my Evils

[f1-birb]

another little shifters fic for @f1-disaster-bi in the shifters au

Lando's response is immediate, little pink tongue poking out as the most human-like expression of disgust twists his face. He turns around, almost offended, flicking his tail as he turns to find someone else with gelato to ‘share’.

or Lando is on the hunt for ice cream

#shifters au #for emmy #pando #pierre/lando #it's stupid but it's cute #birb writes

[nuggetstappen]

If I ever write another shifter story, @hornwolff might be the person that feeds me all the angst and gore ideas (I'm almost crying because of our poor Di 🥺😭)

#shifters au #4433 #mawis #lewmax #lewis/max #max verstappen #lewis hamilton

[silverhallow]

Chapter 23 of

🐺The Chief of All Muses🐺

Is now on ao3

#the chief of all muses #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #benophie #benedict x sophie #shifters au

[hcshifters]

Hello! The Shifters Boyband is now open for questions.

#Hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #tango tek #tango #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #fanart #mcyt #ask me #ask #boy band au #shape shifters #no longer a shitpost #digital art #sketch #art #shifters au

[bluegiragi]

cockatrice (part 1)

early access + nsfw on patreon

#welcome to the not-so-covert op! #btw cockatrice hybrids are shifters (like Soap or Horangi) #and this one is of the larger land-type variant (larger body but useless wings). #full eye contact can induce momentary paralysis #hence gaz's attempt to put a blindfold on the fucker #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #giragi art #monster 141 au

[puppyaulait]

#krbk #kirishima eijiro #bakugou katsuki #kiribaku #bakushima #fantasy au #mermaid au #dragon shifter au #mha #myart #bnha #my art #my hero academia #kirishima eijirou

[f1-disaster-bi]

have you and birb been cooking up anything shifters au lately?

You ask, you shall receive @f1-birb

"Alright, where is he?"

The entire pack, shifted and human, looked up as an exasperated Jon stood in the door way to the pack room. His hands were on his hips as he glared them with a small smile on his lips because this was a regular game that they played.

Lando was notorious for shifting and hiding amongst the pack or crew when he was needed for something he didn't feel like doing.

"What's he avoiding now?", Lewis laughed as he scratched at George’s ears as the maned wolf rested his head in his lap.

"He's meant to be meeting with sponsors for next year", Jon sighed, rubbing at his forehead, "So whoever has him, cough up the little fox"

The human and shifted members of the pack grumbled because they understood exactly why Lando was hiding. None of them liked being paraded around to bring in sponsors but they all had to do it. Yet as they moved around, no one seemed to have Lando hidden in their furr or under paws or pillows.

"Have you checked with....oh, Pierre! Just the guy we were about to look for", Daniel grinned, pointing at Pierre who was standing behind Jon looking confused.

"Um, hi? What's going on?", Pierre asked as he stood with his backpack in his hands in front of his stomach.

"Have you seen Lando? He's needed", Jon sighed, and just by looking at the way Pierre’s lips twitched, Jon knew he knew where Lando was, "Where is the gremlin?"

Pierre sighed at scratched at his beard before he dropped his backpack, making it clear that he was wearing the joke hoodie with the pouch for pets that someone had bought him for secret santa. Even without the two little paws sticking out of the pocket, it was obvious from the bulge, that a shifted Lando was hiding in his boyfriends hoodie.

Jon confirmed as much as he peaked in to find big green eyes staring back at him as Lando let out a disgruntled huff.

"Did you really think you could hide from me you bastard?", Jon grinned as he reached in to run a finger over Lando’s head but only getting nipped at by the little fox, "Alright, you're both coming with me"

Pierre just sighed, resting a hand over the pocket where Lando was hiding all snuggly.

"The things I do for you, mon petit monstre"

#shifters au #pando #pierre/lando #lando/pierre #jon malvern

[ktwritesstuff]

Nothing Else Matters (a Triple Frontier shifters AU)

Title: Nothing Else Matters Fandom: Triple Frontier Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Reader x Triple Frontier Boys reverse harem style Word Count: ~2,000 Summary: Your faves are werewolves and you get to pork them. And you are also a werewolf. Yeah. That's pretty much it. Beta-read by the incomparable @bs-fangirl. Additional content notes below the cut.

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six

Content Notes: No sexy times in this chapter, but issuing a content warning for some medical drama, my total lack of understanding of the Spanish language, and completely made up shifter nonsense.

Chapter One

Three weeks ago you were convinced Santiago was dead.  And now you were holed up in his safehouse in St. John while he led the rest of your pack on a suicide mission through the Columbian jungle.  You hadn’t been keen on being left alone with the baby in unfamiliar territory, but you didn’t dare complain.  You might have been able to convince Frankie to sit this one out–he had a good heart and he was fiercely protective of baby Luna–but you couldn’t ask that of him.  Not after landing the both of you in hot water for getting pregnant against your Alpha’s wishes.  

You tried not to wonder why the trip that was supposed to last 5 days had stretched out to two weeks, but it was hard not to imagine all the things that could have gone wrong.  Some nights you woke alone in a strange bed so frightened it was all you could do to wake Luna and encourage her to nurse until you could barely keep your eyes open.  

You were relieved when the boys’ boat finally pulled into the dock, until you saw the state that Will was in–bleeding from his stomach, barely able to stand on his own.

You searched their faces for clues to what had happened: Will pale and in pain, Benny agitated and fretting over his brother, Santiago was stern, nearly impossible to read, and Frankie just seemed sad.  You counted them again: four.

“Where’s Tom?”

Santiago pointed to a human-sized bundle of canvas tied with rope at the back of the boat.  A wave of dizziness and nausea washed over you as the realization set in.  You leaned on one of the dock’s pylons to support yourself.     

You felt your wolf, Ginger, raging inside you.  You took deep breaths to calm her, knowing that Ironhead was more than likely scratching at Will’s nervous system, eager to be free.  Seeing Ginger, smelling her, feeling her anguish would certainly push him over the edge.  But letting Ironhead out now would do more harm than good.

“Get him up to the house and get my kit,” you instructed.  Your anxiety dissipated as your whole world narrowed to a single purpose: taking care of your pack.

Benny set Will down on the chair in the main room and helped to remove his shirt.  You grimaced, peeling back the hemostatic dressing to find a bullet hole still seeping blood and pus.  You poured wound wash over the damaged skin and pressed fresh gauze against the wound.  Ironhead growled and snapped at you–fangs and claws bared–before Will could get him back under control.

“I know,” you said as calmly as you could manage.  “I know it hurts.  Stay with me.”  

In the tiny nursery–the outdated butler’s pantry, just big enough for a bassinet and your nursing chair–Luna woke and began to cry.  The sound made Will lurch with the effort of keeping Ironhead contained.

“Frankie,” you called.  “Get the baby.  Frankie, the baby!”

From across the room, Frankie stared at you blankly, still deep in shock.  You instructed Benny to keep the pressure on the wound and went to the nursery to fetch Luna.  Seeing you, she stopped crying in earnest, but still fussed for comfort and attention.  

“Francisco!” you snapped, carrying the baby out to her father.  “Escúchame!”

Frankie’s eyes finally focused on you as you handed Luna off to him.  He clutched her to his chest, cradling her head in his hand and breathing in the familiar smell of her–like fresh powder and breast milk.  His breathing and pulse began to slow.  Catfish grounded and soothed by being reunited with his beloved pup.  

“Take her,” you instructed.  “I need to stitch Will up and get him regulated.  If he shifts now, he will tear that wound wide open. You understand?”

“No,” Frankie protested, trying to hand her back to you.  “I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” you said.  “You are her father.  I need you to do this.”

Frankie nodded, rallying himself to take Luna to the kitchen so you could stitch Will’s wound.  

Stomach wounds were so complex, without imaging or exploratory surgery it was impossible to know the full extent of the damage.  But the truth was, even with a shifter’s regenerative capabilities, if the kidneys or bladder were involved Will would be dead already. He was feverish, so you gave him an injection of acetaminophen to try to bring down his temperature and help with the pain.  An IV would be better, but you weren’t set up for that here.

“Can you swallow?” you asked, opening a bottle of antibiotics to show him the size of the pills.

“Don’t worry, man,” Benny said, trying to soothe himself with humor.  “If you can't, we'll give you the suppository.”

Will rolled his eyes, accepting the pills with a glass of water.  “I can swallow.”   

“Benny, can you get him out of these wet clothes and into bed?” you asked.  “I’ll be right in, I’m just going to put on a pot of tea.”

“You got it,” Benny agreed, snapping to attention, happy to be given a task.

As the youngest member of your pack–before Luna came along–he could be irresponsible, impulsive, and self-indulgent, but he always knew when to buckle down and get things done.   

“Come here,” you urged.  “Give me a kiss.  You’re doing a good job.  You’re a good brother.  I’m proud of you.”  

Benny stooped to place a kiss at the corner of your mouth and you helped him lift Will out of the chair.  As they hobbled to the bedroom you went to the kitchen to put on the kettle.

“How is he?” Frankie asked, bouncing Luna on his knee as she fussed and reached for you.  

A shifter’s wolf was a natural part of their sympathetic nervous system, but like an elevated heartbeat or increased blood pressure, it could also be maladaptive.  The change took years to master without losing yourself to the animal and even then required an incredible amount of energy, energy that Will needed to heal.   

“Bleeding’s stopped,” you explained.  “But he’s not out of the woods yet.  Fighting one hell of an infection.  May need stronger antibiotics than what I have to give him.  If it goes septic we’ll have a feverish, pissed off Ironhead on our hands.”

“Tell me what you need,” Santiago said–the first words he had spoken to you in over three years.  “I’ll get it.”  

You turned away from him, returning your attention to warming up a bottle for Luna as you waited for the kettle.  You would be the first to admit, you hadn’t gone out of your way to bridge the gap between you after he had essentially waltzed back into your lives with a hand grenade after years off the grid.  But if this was his feeble attempt at repairing what he had broken, he would have to do better than that.

“I’m going to stay with Will tonight,” you explained.  “I need you to look after Luna.”

“Can’t Benny watch him?” Frankie pleaded, rising from the table as he shushed Luna anxiously.  “She wants you.”

“Benny has never calmed anyone in his life,” you said.  “And we need Will calm, Frankie.  You will be fine.  She’s just hungry.  Give her a bottle and rock her, play with her for a bit and put her to bed.  There’s toys and clean nappies in the nursery.  It will be good for you both.” 

You went to Frankie, holding Luna between you, wondering what the hell had gone on out there that had him so on edge.

“I love you.  I trust you.”  You held Frankie’s scruffy, bearded face and kissed him.  His lips tasted like salt and copper pennies.

You poured the tea and checked the temperature of Luna’s bottle before handing it off to Frankie.  You went back to the bedroom, thankful you had missed the ordeal of getting Will undressed and settled into bed.

“Thank you, Benny,” you said.  “I can take over; you need your rest.”

“Are you sure?” Benny asked, adding soto voce, “He’s pretty agitated.”

“I can still hear you, Benny,” Will snapped.

“I can handle your brother,” you assured him, giving the taut muscle of his arm as squeeze with your free hand.  “Eat something, try to get some sleep.”

Will growled and shifted uncomfortably in bed as his brother left.

“Where’s Luna?”

“She’s with her father,” you said, taking a careful seat beside him on the bed, holding the back of your hand against his face.

“Frankie doesn’t know shit about taking care of a kid,” Will protested.

"He'll be fine,” you insisted, taking a cold compress from your bag and holding it to the pulse point on his throat.  “You're the one I'm worried about.  You want something else for the pain?" 

Will shook his head.  ""M fine."

You sighed in frustration at Will’s pigheadedness.  Toughing out the pain made Ironhead that much harder to soothe.  You undressed and slid under the covers beside him, pressing yourself against his side.  His bare skin was hot and clammy.

"How's that?"

"Better," he nodded, putting an arm around you.

"I should put you on NPO," you warned, handing him the cup of tea from the bedside table.  "But as it stands you need the fluids. You lost quite a bit of blood."

"I'll make more," Will said, sipping the bitter tea.

"At least you haven't lost your sense of humor,” you said.  “Tell me what happened.”

Will related the whole mess to you: how they all got greedy at the sight of all that money, but Redfly most of all.  That Frankie blamed himself for the helicopter crash, for the deaths of the cocaine farmers, for not putting his foot down when the load was too heavy for the chopper.  That the son of one of the murdered farmers had followed them to seek revenge against Tom.  That they had to cross the Andes on foot and fight their way through an army of child soldiers to get to their boat.  That at the time, being shot in the altercation with Lorea was the least of their worries. 

“Is that so,” you sighed.  Having gone through all that it was a wonder he hadn’t thrown a clot, or worse.  “Any other symptoms? Headache?  Chest Pain? Nausea?”

Will shook his head, taking another gulp of tea.

“Dare I ask when was the last time you took a shit?” 

Will chuckled, just a little.  "You don't want to know."

“You have to tell me if the pain gets worse,” you warned.  “You understand?”

The bullet had gone straight through him, so at least it wasn’t tearing him apart on the inside while they were traipsing through the Andes.  

“All those speeches you give to new recruits, do you ever tell them about this part?”

Of course everyone loved hearing the story about assaulting a man into pissing himself at the Piggly Wiggly.  It made them feel powerful, cool even, paradoxically in control.  They were far less interested in the very real possibility of watching their friends die.

“About beautiful women asking about their bowel movements?” Will scoffed.  “No.  Definitely not.”

“I thought the whole point was to keep it real,” you carefully leaned your head on his chest.  You could feel his heart pounding

“Nobody wants it kept that real.”  

"Here," you said, taking his hand and placing it on your chest so he could feel your heartbeat.  "Does that feel like the heartbeat of someone in danger?  We're safe now; you can rest.  You brought them home."

"Not all of them," Will said with a pained grimace.

"I know.  I could kill Santiago for putting you through that."  

"Go easy on him," Will pleaded.  "He's hard enough on himself for all of us."  

"Well it certainly doesn't show," you said.  "He's cold to me.  Won’t even look me in the eye."

"Don't take it personal.  It's just--"  Will’s eyes flitted away from you like he didn't want to say.

"Spit it out."

"There was a woman.  In Columbia--"

"He can fuck who he wants," you scoffed.  “You know I don’t care about that.”

"A human woman."

A growl formed deep in your chest, but you swallowed it down, mindful of controlling your temper, but you were sure the momentary lapse in judgment wasn’t lost on Will or Ironhead.  

"He said it was nothing,” Will said.  “But he cared for her.  He had to send her away to keep her safe."

“Then it doesn’t matter anyway,” you said in a careful, measured tone as you took the empty mug from Will’s hands.

You both knew that with Tom gone the pack was vulnerable.  You needed Santiago now, as much as you hated to admit it.  If his loyalties were divided it would be disastrous for all of you.

You laid your head on Will’s chest, carefully snaking your arms around him to soothe yourself with his solidness.    

“Close your eyes now,” you said.  “You need sleep.” 

#triple frontier fic #shifters au #reverse harem #reader x frankie 'catfish' morales #reader x santiago 'pope' garcia #reader x will 'ironhead' miller #reader x benny miller #pedro pascal #oscar isaac #charlie hunnam #garrett hedlund

[sova4lyfers]

Aiden Lee

"I manage the brain cell here."

#aiden lee #AD #the castledawn chronicles #pheonix #fiction #shifters au #token straight #the archer

[kaciidubs]

Unexpected Alpha | Spooktober 2023

@sweetracha asked: Chan has been hiding his werewolf side from reader for awhile now but being caught up with work he forgot to check the moon cycles. Cue reader finding out about his other side. Now Channie has always been the confident dom in the relationship so you thought no different when he turned wolf. You were so...so...so wrong

❣ Summary: When an overworked Chris forgets about his rut, you're quick to help him through it. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 4.89k ❣ Warnings: Hybrid! AU, Werewolf! Chris, he has a big dick, smut, comfort, slight angst, praise, begging, riding, creampies, Dom/Sub dynamics, slight Switch! Chris, implied multiple rounds ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, Baby, Alpha [once], and Darling, Reader is referred to as Baby, Princess, Good Girl, and Love, lightly edited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ Spooktober 2023

Chris was always on top of everything, it was one of the things he prided himself on when it came to his life; he kept track of schedules and deadlines, he made sure everyone was clear on instructions and plans, and he managed healthy routines - outside of his sleep schedule. 

He made sure everything was perfect and went according to the plan carefully crafted in his head, and not just for his sake - but for yours.

It had been a while since the world was introduced to nearly half of its population being some sort of shifter - hell, the industry was wonderfully saturated with shifters and shifter supporters itself - but things were different when it came to you.

You knew he was a shifter, he’d let you know that since the beginning - he just didn’t let you know what type of shifter he was; and, no, it wasn’t because he wanted to lie to you, far from it.

He was trying to protect you.

It was always speculation on what type of shifter he was amongst the fans, majority of them settling on a dog type of some sort - some even going so far as picking breeds - and they weren’t wrong in a sense, but they definitely weren’t in the right vein.

He was a wolf shifter; a werewolf for the sake of lesser words - an alpha to be exact, and though they weren’t the rarest of shifters, they weren’t regarded in the highest of honors when it came to the general media and in the same breath they were often fetishized to fit a specific stereotype.

Chris swore he would tell you when the time was right - he knew you were one of the biggest supporters when it came to all shifters - but his fear of your reaction always held him back; his fear of losing you over something he’d seen so many people before him get ridiculed for making the confession die on his tongue.

So, fate took matters in their own hands.

He knew something was wrong when he woke up with a start, an all too familiar heat blanketing his barely clothed body and coating him in a thin sheen of sweat, his senses dialed to ten as he took in the way the fan in the corner spread your scent around the bedroom; cinnamon and pound cake with an undercut of strawberries.

A low rumble vibrated through his chest, and he was close to chalking it up to a random heat spike until a flash of pain struck through his abdomen, a sharp hiss passing through clenched teeth as he tried his best not to wake you.

No… This wasn't- Could it?

Scooting his body away from the loose spooning position you both were in, he rolled onto his back and stretched his arm out in search of his phone on the nightstand. Feeling the sleek device against his fingers, he grabbed it and wasted no time in unlocking it with his fingerprint; squinting against the brightness in search for his calendar.

His worst fear was confirmed at the sight of a little red bubble highlighting the current day, the single letter ‘R’ reminding him of the one thing that managed to slip his mind among all the hustle and bustle of his life.

His rut was starting.

“Fuck… Fuck!” He whispered, eyes flicking to the time before turning off his phone and returning it back to its charging block.

He always had a plan when it came to his rut; he would stay at the dorm under the guise of saving time on transportation for early schedules, lock himself in his room, and do everything in his power to quell the almost insatiable urge to claim and breed - more specifically, claim and breed you.

However, his schedules lately have been drowning him to no end in work, recordings, practices, and preparing for their next comeback - always ending the day with him slugging his way through a shower and ultimately passing out in bed next to your already sleeping form.

There was no way he could justify a 1:43 AM trip to the dorms, if he had to stay at the dorms he’d be there straight from the JYP building, and if there were an emergency then he’d get a call that would wake both you and him.

Should he just risk it? Lie to you yet again and leave you in your shared bed alone?

His stomach turned at the thought, a displeased growl emanating from his throat.

“Channie?”

He could feel his heart - and dick - jump at the sound of your sleep laced voice, sharp eyes watching in the dark as you shuffled around to face him; even with a puffy face and barely open eyes, you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

“‘S everything okay? The kids alright?”

His breath caught, mind running too wild for his own good - kids, you were so caring, so selfless, nurturing, he could give you his kids, he could give you his pups.

“Chris?” You blinked at him, confusion threading through your voice as you reached your hand out to touch him, “Are you-”

His hand shot out to grab you by the wrist, grip tightening in the smallest of ways as he kept you from coming any closer.

“Don’t.” He gritted, willing himself to ignore the feeling of your pulse beneath his fingertips - a slight jump, a hint of worry, a spike of fear spicing your scent. “I- I’m sorry, baby, but I - I need to leave.”

Lips drawn into a frown, your eyebrows creased softly, “You need to- why? What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on, love-”

“Then why do you have to leave? Is it one of the boys?”

“No, they’re fine-”

“So what is it? What aren’t you telling me?”

The broken sound in your voice was making his head spin, every instinct within him urging him to comfort you, to make you feel better - he could make you feel better, you could make him feel better.

“Christopher,” you started, sitting up enough to prop yourself up with your left hand, gazing down at him with soft eyes, “tell me what’s going on, baby, please, let me help you.”

Caring, understanding, open and willing, you’d shown him time and time again that you weren’t scared of them, you weren’t scared of him - so why did he keep telling himself to push you away? 

Why did he never realize that hiding from you was doing the exact opposite to what he was trying to do?

Blinking hard, he let go of your wrist in favor of pressing his hand to his face, the faint hint of strawberries simultaneously calming him and sending him into a mental spiral.

“I… I’m- It’s my rut, and I-” Dragging his hand across his face, he let it fall to the small space between the both of you, staring defeatedly at the ceiling above, “I don’t want to put that pressure onto you, I don’t trust myself to be around you.”

There was a beat of silence, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you, scared of what expression you could have been holding - that is, until he felt the bed shift and a familiar weight settle itself around his hips, just barely hovering above his lap.

His eyes snapped to yours, hands instinctively finding their home on your hips, hidden underneath the familiar cotton of his t-shirt. “Baby-”

“Chris,” your voice was firm, almost challenging as your hands slid to cover his, “I don’t want you to keep hiding yourself from me.” Feeling his body tense, you nodded softly, “Yeah - I figured out why you always went to the dorms for days on end, and I thought you’d come to me when you were ready but you didn’t.”

He could feel the disappointment radiating off of you, tinging the sweet aroma he knew and loved - he had royally fucked up.

“Princess, I’m sorry - I’m so, so sorry, I really didn’t mean to-”

“I know, baby, you meant well and I love you for that - you’re so selfless it makes me want to punch you sometimes.” A light laugh rolled past your lips and you felt him slightly deflate underneath you, relaxing just a bit, “So, to make up for it, you’re going to let me be selfish and let me help you from now on.”

He went to open his mouth in retaliation but you beat him to the punch, lowering yourself onto his lap fully, nestling his clothed cock against your equally clothed cunt, the warmth barely hidden behind the cotton short circuiting his brain.

“You will let me help you, because you and I both know this pussy is leagues better than whatever you’d be using at the dorm.”

“M-My hand,” he gritted, chest heaving with deep breaths as he tried to ignore the pulsing coming from you or him or both.

“Just your hand?” You mused, tilting your head slightly.

“That’s all I’m admitting right now.” Licking his lips, he paused for a second, “Well, not all - there’s one other thing…” Watching as you nodded for him to continue, he let out a slow breath, “I’m not a dog.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “I… I never called you a d-”

“I’m a wolf.”

“Oh.”

Okay, that throb definitely came from you.

“An alpha.”

“Oh.”

The spike in your scent nearly made him lightheaded, the headiness of your arousal further thickening the already addicting smell, “A-And I promise I’ll be gentle, but if it’s too much-”

“Safeword.” You finished for him, the conversation mirroring one you’ve both had before, “I promise I’ll let you know - now, can I help you?”

Chris wasn’t sure how he was able to contain himself as long as he was with you on top of him, looking down at him with so much warmth, understanding, acceptance - that would’ve been enough to get him through the next few days alone.

Well, in theory, at least.

Nodding to your question, he watched as your lips pulled into a soft smile before your hands moved to tug at your shirt, “Help me take this off?”

He didn’t need to be told twice as his hands moved down to the hem that was pooled around your hips, fingers hooking underneath and dragging along your sides as he slowly slid the fabric up your torso,

Meeting him halfway, you pulled the shirt off the rest of the way, throwing it to some dark reach of the bedroom to be found at a later time, hopefully.

A slow hiss escaped him, large hands running across your sides and up your stomach, blazing a trail to cup your breasts in his palms. “Fuck me…”

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” you teased, arching into the warmth of his hands, “I thought you’d be absolutely ravaging me by now, mister wolf.”

He scoffed out a laugh, peering up at you with inquisitive eyes, “You want me to?”

“Helping you includes letting you use me however you need, so; please, Chris, use me.”

His body shivered underneath you, and before you knew it your nipples were subject to the slightly cold air of the room yet again - budding quickly in the change of temperature as his hands flew to your panties.

“Up.” He murmured, low tone bordering on a growl.

Heeding his command, you pushed yourself up onto your knees, just for a harsh tearing sound to reach your ears and bring your slightly dazed attention to your panties - or rather, the remains of your panties. He quickly tore a line down the other side before tugging it from underneath you, the sorry excuse for underwear nothing more than an ‘H’ shaped cloth before being flung into the darkness.

“Babe!”

“I’ll buy you more, whatever you want, whenever you want,” he huffed nonchalantly, bringing his right hand to your face, tapping his finger against your pouted bottom lip, “now, open.”

Choosing to save your faux sadness for another time, you parted your lips and brought two of his fingers into your mouth, tongue immediately swirling around the digits as you sucked lightly.

His eyes fluttered, dick painfully and pitifully straining against his boxer briefs, eagerly recalling the way that same tongue felt against his length - tomorrow, for sure.

Pulling his fingers from your mouth with a soft pop, he brought his hand back down between your parted legs, ghosting against your outer lips, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

You nodded reassuringly, “Promise.”

With your confirmation, he dipped his fingers between your lips, collecting your arousal on his spit-slicked digits before pressing them against your slit, slowly sinking them in all the way to his knuckles.

A low moan fell from your lips as his fingers stretched you open, head lolling back with bated breaths while your thighs slightly shook from holding yourself up, “C-Can’t you go faster? We’ve had sex before, baby, I know what you feel like.”

“Ruts are… It’s different than how things normally are,” he murmured, setting a thorough pace of curling his fingers with fluid motions of his wrist, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Patience was never your friend, especially when it came to having your boyfriend in the best way imaginable, and you huffed in disdain. “You won’t- ah, hurt me, I’m wet enough, you can feel it, you know I am!”

He growled your name through gritted teeth, noting the way your walls clenched around  his fingers in response, “I know you’re excited, but I know how this works - I’m not fucking you until I know you’re ready.”

He was right, you knew he was, but you were desperate - you needed this as much as he did and maybe he was aware of that, too. Maybe he knew how much you missed him, wholly and truly as you watched him slowly get taken over by work and worry.

Sparing him the rest of your needy insistence, you adjusted yourself to lean over him, resting your bare chest against his while laying your cheek against his pillow; inadvertently opening yourself up more for his fingers to work through.

“Good girl,” Chris cooed, his free hand cupping the outside of your thigh, “it’ll be quick, I swear.”

If there was one thing to know about Chris, it was that he kept his promises, and somewhere between the hums of praise against your ear and the well timed strokes of his fingers, you found yourself three fingers deep and on the cusp of an orgasm.

“Channie, please,” you panted against his pillowcase, head spinning and ears picking up on the wet sound of his fingers dutifully working you toward your high, “wanna- fuck- wanna come on your dick, please? Please, baby, can I?”

“Love, I…” The attempt of formulating an excuse died on his tongue - you were ready, he could feel it in more ways than one, the evidence dripping down the palm of his hand.

Pushing yourself to your forearms, you hovered over his body with all the strength you could muster, gazing down at him with lust fogged eyes. “I-I told you, if it was too much I’d let you know, remember? Chris, please,” dipping your head down, your lips pressed against his plump pair in what you could only express as hopeless desperation, “this is too much, I want you in me, now.”

A shaky breath fell from his lips as his fingers stilled, willing himself to focus on the pressure of your forehead against his while your words did everything in their power to rouse his instincts.

You were ready, you wanted him - he needed you.

The next thing you registered was the long, slow drag of his fingers out of your pussy, the way your walls clenched around nothing almost enough to make you beg for him to go back to fingering you; that is, if it weren’t for the feeling of his forearms brushing against the inside of your thighs.

It was a short struggle of working his boxer briefs down his thighs with you still on top of him, but he persevered and soon they were shuffled down his legs and kicked off the side of the bed, leaving you both fully naked under the cool light of the moon streaming through the window.

You wasted no time in sitting up fully yet again, reaching behind you to take his dick in your hand and running the smooth tip along your dripping folds.

“Baby, hold- oh, fuck-” Chris’ hands flew to your hips as you began sinking down on him, his mind going blank at the feeling of your all-too-tight walls hugging every inch of his girth.

“S-So big,” you gasped, eyebrows pinching as you sunk further, “it feels- jesus christ, it feels bigger - oh my god-”

“I told you, everything’s different when I’m in rut - everything.” Hissing out a short breath, he blinked away the haze and watched your face, “Don’t rush yourself, take it slow - and if it hurts-”

“-safeword, I know, baby, just-” Sucking in a breath, you steeled your nerves before releasing it in a slow exhale, relaxing your muscles as best as you could, “I know you trust me, but I need you to trust yourself, okay?”

Blinking up at you, he let your words settle in his head - he trusted you beyond a shadow of a doubt, no questions asked, but now he needed to show himself that same level of love.

So, he did; relaxing against the bed to witness you gently fuck yourself with the half of his length currently inside of you, your hands played against his chest for further support.

With each inch slid out came a new inch that slid in, airy moans floating past your lips as you felt your walls flutter to accompany the new stretch until you were sat in his lap and twitching at the promise of your first orgasm.

“Good girl, look at you - fuck, you’re taking me so well.”

This was better than anything he could’ve dreamt of; the way your nails dug into his chest, your head bowed as you tried composing yourself as best you could, all while your pussy hugged him in a way that made his hormonal mind spin.

“B-Big.” You gasped out, involuntarily clenching your walls with a sharp inhale, “So big, Channie.”

Truly you meant to say more, you wanted to talk about how perfect he was and how good he felt, but your brain was set on how immensely full you were and how the stretch was unlike anything you’ve ever felt despite how big he normally was to begin with.

“I told you,” he taunted in a sing-song voice, shifting his hips upwards and earning a high pitched mewl from you in return, “but you wanted to prove yourself, wanted to help your wolf, didn’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” nodding mindlessly, you locked your eyes with his own, watery and blown out with lust, “wanna help you - want you to use me, baby.”

His breath caught, hands flexing against the flesh of your thighs as he fought back the urge to make do on your words - not yet.

“Use me first, love.” Sliding his hands up to your hips, Chris held you tight, “Come for me, then I’ll show you how thankful I am for you, yeah?”

You nodded once more before shifting your pressure onto your calves and his chest, rising halfway off of his cock to sink back in a slow rhythm - though, even that simple motion had a breathless whimper falling from your lips. After another test bounce, you picked up the pace and rode him with as much vigor as you could muster; his grip on you guiding and assisting your motions in the process.

Ragged pants and moans filled the room, though most of the sounds came from you as you fought against the fiery licks of your orgasm at your heels, wanting to ride him as close to completion as you possibly could - not that you fared any better with him any other time.

“I can feel you clenching, baby,” he grunted, bucking his hips up at your next fall, “gonna come for me? Are you gonna come for me, princess?”

“Mhm- ‘M close,” your body felt like it was on fire, thighs burning with exertion through each rise and fall that brought you closer and closer to that sweet release. “Please, please, Chris, I’m so close.”

On instinct, he brought his right hand up from its place on your hip and pressed his thumb to your bottom lip, watching as you graciously parted your lips to lick at the pad before he brought it back down to the apex of your thighs; spreading your lower lips to press his slick thumb against your clit.

It only took a few well timed flicks for you to stutter in your riding, freezing in his lap as your pussy fluttered and clenched sporadically; clipped breaths and broken moans of his name filling the air.

“Ah, C-Chris- Chris!”

The way your nails dug into his chest should’ve hurt - there would undoubtedly be marks left behind in the morning - but the only thing running through his mind was the way you looked practically vibrating in his hold, your scent further flooding his senses as the warmth of your cum further slickened his cock.

You barely had the chance to fully come down from your high when you felt a shift - then, you were falling, your back landing on the mattress and a pillow cushioning the back of your head; you were on your back now, and hovering above you was your massive, borderline feral, boyfriend.

“Did so good for me,” he purred, hands sliding up your stomach to your breasts, then down again to your thighs and the backs of your knees, “such a good girl, my good girl - mine.”

A shiver ran down your spine, your pussy clenching around his length that was, surprisingly, still inside of you despite the change of positions.

“So perfect - can’t even believe you’re real sometimes.” He raised your legs up and slightly outward, eyes set in a firm gaze where you were still connected, “You deserve so much, ‘m gonna give you everything - anything you want, it’s yours.”

“You.” Breathless and starry-eyed, you spoke up once more, “I just want you, please, Chr- Please, alpha.”

The speed at which his eyes met yours would’ve made you think you said something horrendously wrong, but when all you saw was a shadow of dominance further darkening his lust blown irises, you knew your words coaxed something free.

“You want me?” His tone was low, velvety, though the grip on the backs of your knees tightened and, without warning, he bucked his hips forward to sheath a lingering inch or so back inside of you, “Then take me, princess.”

If anything, his words were a warning for what was soon to come as you were held spread open for his viewing pleasure; the sound of the mattress squeaking becoming a background tempo to the rhythmic slapping of his thighs to the bottom of your ass - fast and deep, each thrust slowly inching your body up the bed as he easily followed.

Your hand pressed against the headboard, anchoring you in place before the top of your head could meet the wood, while the other wrapped around his forearm and held on for dear life - the only thing leaving your mouth being short moans and a chorus of ‘ah, ah, ah’s.

“I’ll give you everything,” Chris huffed breathlessly, his heated gaze traveling up your body before landing on your face, “all of me - my love, my knot, my cum-” A shudder ran through his body, his thrusts growing faster, “-every last drop, just like you want, yeah?”

The closest thing to a confirmation you could offer was a rapid nod of your head, eyes rolling as the fat head of his cock brushed against a spot that had you seeing stars.

“Words, baby - tell me.”

“Yes!” You cried out, tears of pleasure pricking your eyes as your second orgasm reared its head, “W-Want it- Want your knot! Need you to- F-Fuck, need you to fill me, please!”

Suddenly, you were dragged from the top of the bed toward the middle with ease, the presence of his hands behind your knees now changing to him locking your legs around his hips and propping himself up above you on his forearms.

“I’ll knot you so well, baby,” his nose brushed against yours, lips ghosting with each hushed word, “give you everything I have - I’ll make sure it sticks, you just need to take it.”

You panted pleas and promises against his lips, your arms locking around his shoulders as a hand found its way to his hair, while the other splayed across the top of his back - too far gone to fully consider the words he was saying, you just needed him.

“You can take it, you can take it.” He murmured softly, a stark contrast to the frantic thrusts currently shaking your body, “I know you can take it, right? It’ll fit, I’ll make it fit.”

A sudden grind of his hips had you flying over the edge of your second orgasm unexpectedly, barely managing a sharp moan as your back arched off of the bed as best it could with him caging you in.

Chris shivered, driving into you with short, sharp ruts as his orgasm finally began to show, the anticipation making him pant heavily above you while his eyes scanned your blissed out face; your body thrumming with the aftershocks of your high.

“C-Channie.” You whimpered, eyebrows pinching as a new presence made itself known in your abdomen, “Channie, w-what-”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he soothed instantly, though his pace remained unchanged, “‘m almost there, princess, I just need-” A pained grunt escaped him, the beginnings of his knot starting to grow, “I need you to take it for me- Please, please, baby, take it, take me, okay? You can do it, you can.”

The increasing stretch made you keen, your nails now digging into his back in an attempt to counteract the pain, “It’s- It’s too much, baby - oh my god.” Despite your feigned protests, you found yourself locking your legs around his hips, your body more than willing to cross this next hurdle.

Each pull out became shallower and shallower, his knot slowly getting caught in your walls.

“Please, please, please, please, please.” He chanted desperately, his right hand fisting the crumpled sheets underneath you, “It can fit, it’ll fit - just a little more, princess, just a little-” The next thrust forward finally locked him in place, his knot fully surrounded by your tight walls, “Fuck! T-Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You shook underneath him, nonsensical babbles leaving your mouth as tears of pure pleasure streaked their way down your face, “I-I- C-Come, Channie, come- ‘S big, big-”

“I-I’m gonna,” Chris heaved above you, breath rugged and short, sweat dripping down his temples, “‘m gonna come, baby- I’m gonna- Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

His voice tapered off into a high pitched whine, followed by a groan as his cock throbbed inside of you, flooding your poor cunt with wave after wave of cum.

At some point you must’ve blacked out, because when you came to he was no longer gasping for air, however the ache between your legs was still very present - though, it wasn’t uncommon for him to stay inside of you after a creampie.

“Baby? Princess? Are you okay? What’s your color?”

Smiling dazedly, you hummed happily with a soft sigh, “Green, so green.”

You went to stretch your legs when a short tug stopped you in your tracks, Chris groaning above you with a sharp breath, “Don’t- Don’t move, baby.”

Running back the last few moments of consciousness, you were quickly and graciously reminded of your new predicament - though, said memory caused more harm than good, as your walls fluttered involuntarily at the spicy recollection of events.

“Baby.”

“I’m sorry!” You pouted at him, hanging your hands from his wide shoulders, “I can’t help it, it was hot.”

Chris scoffed out a chuckle, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, but we’re gonna be stuck like this for a little bit until my knot goes down, okay?”

Nodding, you gave him a soft tug, smiling as he dropped his weight to lay on top of you before tucking his head in the crook of your neck, littering butterfly kisses to the undoubtedly damp skin there.

“You did such a great job, baby,” he murmured softly, nosing at the underside of your jaw, “I’m so proud of you, and… Thank you for wanting to help me through this - seriously, you didn’t have to and I just… I love you so, so much.”

“I love you too, darling,” you scratched your nails against his scalp gently, a soft hum vibrating through his chest, “just remember that I’m here for you no matter what - when I say I love you, that means all of you.” Accepting his sign of understanding as him raising slightly to catch your lips in a slow kiss, you gave him a tired smile, “Now, let me take a quick nap, because you and I both know there’s more where that came from.”

“Yeah… You’re in for a long night, princess.”

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[f1-birb]

just a little gift fic for @f1-disaster-bi set in the shifters universe <3

"Pack Mother!" Daniel all but screeches, pitch shrill and very loud.

Seb rolls his eyes at the nickname but gets up, shuffling across the room to see what Daniel wants.

"Not anyone's mother, but what?"

"Seb, he just stole my food!" Daniel pouts, pointing his fork at a smug looking Lando.

"Did you pay the tax?"

"The fucking what?"

"The tax."

#shifters au #for emmy #pando #pierre/lando #seb is pack mum and he is tired #dando as chaotic teammates #birb writes

[charliemwrites]

Woof Woof Johnny Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

1fur1 (not canon): Ghost Konig pt. 1; konig pt. 2

Birthday oneshot

Price pt. 1 ; Price pt. 2

Gaz (1/20/24)

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