#store shifter au

[cyncerity]

Finally! The Store Shifter AU dad story!!

Holy shit this took so long, i’m still not fully satisfied with the ending but this story has been like genuinely over 5 months in the making so i’m leaving it as is. also this will need a part 2 so expect that hopefully in a shorter period of time than this one took!

guys this thing is like almost 5k words lol

tw vore: don’t like it don’t read it

“Bad, are you sure this is the best idea?” “Yes I’m sure, now be quiet, we’re almost there.”

Skeppy huffed, blowing a few loose strands of hair out of his face. Bad always got like this when they went on retrieval missions. The kind and funny (if not somewhat naïve) man he married buried beneath a stoic, focused outer shell. He couldn’t blame him, though. Humans were horrifying to be around, and if Bad felt like he needed to turn off everything to get them all out of there safely, so be it. Usually it was just the two of them, Skeppy and Bad against the world as it always seemed to be, but Sam was with them today. He’d been pretty silent through their walk, but Skeppy could sense the unease practically radiating off him. Sam was a builder, after all; he almost never went near humans. But, according to him, some homes in their colony had been damaged by storms and needed repair work that would be significantly easier with human tools.

So, here they were. Bad, Skeppy, and Sam, headed towards a human market. Skeppy had been fully opposed, but the hunt and crops had been poor at the colony, and their supplies likely wouldn’t be regrown until a few months from now if they were lucky. Bad suggested the human’s market, where he’d heard other borrowers say they’d seen humans come in with nothing and leave with bags full of god knows what. He was confident they’d be able to find the necessary rations there, and even if he was scared, he wouldn’t let Bad go to some human infested place without him. Then Sam had joined them and off they’d gone, promising the rest of the colony to be back in a day or two.

As they neared the market, Skeppy could see Bad tense. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed the slight crease of his brows, the minute shaking of his hands. That’s part of what made him a great leader for their colony; he was able to stay calm and collected no matter what. But having known him for so long, Skeppy could read him like an open book. He was scared. Sam, meanwhile, wasn’t even trying to hide it. He was quaking, clearly terrified of going into a space filled with creatures he knows could and likely would kill him if given the chance. Skeppy, honestly, was equally terrified. They almost never ventured this far into human society, and certainly never into human inhabited spaces. But, all for the good of the colony.

They approached the building and saw humans leaving the store, making Skeppy’s stomach turn in fear. He was sure that his fear was just as noticeable as Sam’s was, and he wasn’t sure how Bad was managing to keep his cool while him and Sam were panicking right next to him. But somehow, Bad pressed them forward, and they had little choice but to follow. They’d already made it this far, and like hell Skeppy was gonna back down and leave Bad to do this alone now.

They managed to get in the door right behind a human before scurrying back to the shadows for safety the second they entered the building, and holy shit was it bigger than he’d thought it was. There were dozens and dozens of rows one hundred times bigger than any one of them, even if they were small compared to the trees of the forest. “We’ll have to search from above,” Bad whispered quietly, breaking the unspoken vow of silence that the three had been following since nearing the shop. “Skeppy, lend me a rope. We can hoist each other up on each level.”

So, that they did. One of them would climb, then throw a rope for the other two to climb to meet them, only occasionally having to hide behind whatever human product was nearest to avoid being spotted. Thank god there weren’t as many humans in the place as he’d initially thought there would be. After a while, the three had made it to the top, overlooking pretty much the entire shop. Skeppy took note that most of the food they’d need was farther back in the store, unfortunately, but at least the platforms they stood on were close enough together that they could jump them. He also took note that a good number of humans were leaving, which was great for them, but also meant that night was likely coming soon, so they had to be fast. It wasn’t safe to travel the woods at night. Bad seemed to recognize this, as he gestured for Skeppy and Sam to follow him, leading them towards what they’d need. After a few more minutes of the three heading to the back, almost all the humans were gone except for a few in bright green vests. Skeppy reasoned that they were the ones who operated the place, if they all dressed the same and stayed when no one else did. But he wasn’t worried; what were the odds that the humans would look up to see them?

“Hey, Nick, you wanna head home early? You don’t look so good, I’m sure Dream wouldn’t mind.” Skeppy heard a human say. He knew it’d be best to stay back, but Skeppy was nothing if not stupidly impulsive. He leaned over the edge of the platform they’d been walking on, catching the attention of Bad and Sam too late to stop him. The human who had spoken was wearing a white sweater and gold chain with blonde hair and pale skin. He was talking to another human, “Nick” apparently, who was slumped over some boxes he was putting on a shelf, back turned to where the borrowers were. This one had a dark red hoodie and black beanie pulled over his head that almost matched the shade of his hair. The first human was right, though; if human body language read anything like a borrowers, this guy really wasn’t looking good. Nevertheless, he responded. “Hm? No, no, I’m fine, Punz, really.” He mumbled, barely looking up. The blonde one, “Punz,” didn’t look like he believed it for a second. “Bullshit. C’mere, let me take your temperature.” He said, pulling the other human to face him, and-

No.

No fucking way.

Skeppy could feel that Bad at this point had noticed his absence and had come over to drag him away from the conversation by force, but he shook himself free from his grip, eyes never leaving the scene in front of him. That was him. There’s no way it wasn’t. His hair was different, far different from the hazel brown he remembered, the same shade as his father’s, but it was him. He even had the discoloration around his eyes to prove it, the scar that had nicknamed him “Pandas” all those years ago. He looked older, much older, no longer the teen Skeppy remembered, and more tired. Worn down, even. He really did look sick.

Bad wasn’t letting go, and now Sam was trying to help him. Punz and Nick- no, Sapnap, he was sure of it- were still idly chatting below, Punz trying to convince Sapnap he needed to go and Sapnap insisting he was fine. At another insistent yank from Bad, Skeppy finally snapped, pulling away and grabbing Bad by the front of his hood, dragging his face close. “Bad,” he whispered as quietly as he could with tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “it’s our son.”

He saw Bad’s eyes light up for a moment before fear masked his expression. He looked down at Sapnap, who was now sat alone, staring at the ground. Punz must’ve left at some point without him noticing. Bad sat in stunned silence, and for once Skeppy couldn’t read his expression. An expression he could read, however, was Sam’s. He looked an odd mix of confused and mortified. Skeppy was confused at the odd reaction before it hit him; Sam didn’t know Sapnap was a shifter. “That’s Sapna-mph?!“ “Shh!!” Sam whisper yelled before Skeppy slapped a hand over his mouth. “Ok, i don’t know what he’s doing here but yes, it has to be. He can…do this. I mean, he can look human. But he’s not! It’s…it’s a long story, dude.” “I- He..what?? Bad, you knew about this?” Sam whisper yelled again, quieter. “…Yes.” Bad took a moment to answer, like it pained him to admit out loud that the ‘human’ down there was his own son. “How can…how long has he-“ Sam cut himself off as Sapnap’s head snapped up, revealing that his eyes were almost black with how large his pupils were. He looked out of it entirely. He looked…predatory.

Bad gasped, stumbling back from the edge of the platform he’d been watching from and fell to the ground, clutching his chest, unable to control his ragged breathing. Skeppy and Sam were immediately right there beside him, Sam trying to lead him through breathing exercises as quietly as possible as Skeppy asked him what was wrong. After a few moments, Bad managed to choke out words. “We- we need…to go. We..we need t- to go now.” “Why? What’s going on?” Skeppy asked. Before Bad could give any semblance of an answer, they heard boxes be knocked over. To curious for his own good, Skeppy went to see what it was, and Sam and Bad reluctantly followed.

Sapnap was stood again, back turned to the three as he looked up at one of the shelves near him. And there stood- “Alex?” Skeppy heard Sam whisper, hope full in his voice. Skeppy had almost forgotten that the day Sapnap ran away was the last time Sam had seen his own son. Quackity looked older, too. His hair was longer and he looked more well nourished and muscular than the scrawny, scrappy little boy Skeppy had watched grow up. He also still wore his stupid little bandana and the face covering Karl had made him after he’d got that gash through his mouth. But even with that mask on, Skeppy noticed the confusion and pity in his eyes as he looked at his boyfriend.

“Sapnap?” Quackity asked, but there was no response. He kept looking for a little bit before sighing and looking around. What for, Skeppy didn’t know, but what he did find was them. Skeppy saw Quackity’s eyes go wide as he noticed the three, and he looked horrified. Sam stood and waved, moving to say something before Quackity violently charaded to keep quiet. He then started to shoo them, and Bad immediately took the hint and tried to pull the both of them away, but Skeppy and Sam held their ground. “Why?” Sam said just barely loud enough for Quackity to hear across the aisle, but also loud enough for Sapnap to notice apparently, as he started to turn around towards them. “Just go!!” Quackity screamed, drawing Sapnap’s attention back to himself as his head snapped back. Quackity took a step forward about to yell something else before time froze.

Faster than he could blink, Sapnap had reached up and roughly grabbed Quackity off the shelf, holding him to his face for a short moment before stuffing him in his mouth. He could hear muffled yelling, too distant to make out any words, and could see indents of Quackity pushing against Sapnap’s cheeks trying to fight his way out. Bad was silent, ghastly white and completely unmoving, not even breathing, which left Skeppy to turn his attention away from the scene in front of him to keep Sam quiet. He quickly and forcefully wrapped his arm around his mouth and pulled him back, using his other hand to push Sam’s head into the crook of his elbow to muffle him. Sam was yelling and screaming; clawing, kicking, doing anything just to make Skeppy to let him go, but he endured it. It was all he could do to not think too heavily into what he’d just seen. There was no way Sapnap would…eat him. He’d watched Quackity and Sapnap grow up together. Before Karl came along, it’d really just been the two of them. They were best friends from the start, and early in their teenage years, it turned to something more. Sapnap cared more about Quackity than himself, he knew that for a fact. There had to be something he was missing here, right?

All at once, Sam fell silent. The screaming, kicking, everything stopped. Everything but his crying; Skeppy could feel his sleeve growing wet with tears. Maybe this was a good sign. Maybe Sapnap had spit him out, maybe it was all a prank, a joke, anything. Sapnap was raised by him and Bad, after all. He’d seen his fair share of trolling from his fathers. Sapnap couldn’t do this, he and Bad hadn’t raised a monster. This wasn’t happening. Everything was ok.

As he looked up, the sight ahead of him said otherwise.

Sapnap had his head tilted up, one hand lightly pressed on something- no, someone in his throat, while the other was holding something just outside his mouth; a tail. Quackity’s tail. Quackity was moving under the pressure; squirming, thrashing even, under Sapnap’s skin, yet the expression on his son’s face read nothing but bliss. Skeppy could even swear he saw drool seeping out of the corners of his smile. He couldn’t watch this. He couldn’t stay here and stand to see the boy he had raised, had loved his entire life, kill someone that Skeppy had thought he’d watched him grow to love. But he couldn’t move. He stood frozen, tears welling in his eyes and his body cold from fear with Sam limp and silently sobbing in his arms. Sam, poor Sam, who sat here watching his son be eaten alive not only by his previous future son-in-law, by his own best friends’ son. Bad, who’d been so silent that Skeppy had nearly forgotten he was here, barely seemed to be breathing. His only signs of life were the tears pouring down his face and the violent shaking that wracked his entire frame. He looked so scared Skeppy was surprised he was still standing.

The three of them watched in silent horror as finally, after what felt like hours, Sapnap let go of Quackity’s tail. They watched his form fall farther and farther down Sapnap’s throat little by little until finally his struggles had disappeared beneath his lover’s collar bones, sealing his fate. Sapnap dropped his head and sighed, the blissful, at peace expression he wore making Skeppy sick. He watched Sapnap seemingly subconsciously trace a line down his torso, no doubt following where Quackity was within his body, until he finally placed a palm on his stomach. And if there was any doubt (which at this point could only be chalked up to wishful thinking) as to what fate Quackity had truly met, it had all been dispelled as the three heard horrible, violent gurgling sounds coming from Sapnap’s stomach. Sapnap covered his whole midsection with his arm, face tinged pink in apparent embarrassment as he whipped his head side to side to make sure no one was around. Luckily for the three of them, he still didn’t think to look up. He blinked a few times before looking down at where his arm laid for a few seconds and subsequently sighing, rolling his eyes (which Skeppy belatedly realized were back to normal instead of the horrifying all consuming black). He began rubbing his stomach as a few more gurgles were heard and he pulled a little thin black box from his apron, tapping it a few times before holding it to his ear.

A few seconds of silence later, Sapnap was speaking. “Hey, Dream! Did Punz tell you I was sick? He said he was going off to find you like 10 minutes ago.” More silence. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine now. I think I just needed something to eat, if you know what I mean.” Skeppy’s heart skipped a beat hearing Sapnap so nonchalantly refer to his own species, to someone he loved, as food. “I’m just gonna go on break now if that’s ok. Could you meet me by the security office? I need you to help me, uh…get rid of something.” Another break. “Ok, sounds good, I’ll meet you then. Bye.” He said, tapping the black box again before slipping it back into a pocket and moving to leave the aisle. At that, Skeppy decided it was far past time to go. He went to grab Bad before realizing that he was fully unconscious, likely having passed out from fear. Sam, on the other hand, lay sobbing. Skeppy could do nothing but try to drag him to away, but ultimately failed. “Sam,” Skeppy whispered, voice cracking through tears and shivering, “We…we have to go.” “I failed.” he responded, not bothering to whisper since Sapnap was gone. “I failed as a father. I couldn’t save him. I- I couldn’t save them. Either of them.” He chocked out, tears pouring harder. Skeppy stood shocked; Sam rarely mentioned his other son anymore. It’d been so, so long since he’s been around that Skeppy (as much as it pained him to admit it to himself) had almost forgotten he existed completely. And didn’t that just make this all the more sad; Sam didn’t deserve to lose another kid. He didn’t deserve to have these old scars ripped back open again. “You couldn’t have known.” Skeppy said, sitting down beside him. “There’s nothing you could’ve done. I…I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Sam.”

Skeppy wasn’t sure why he felt the need to apologize, but in some way, this felt like his fault. Sapnap was his son. What had he done wrong? How long had Sapnap been planning to do this? What would Karl say if he saw this? Is Karl even still alive, or did Sapnap get to him first? How were they gonna tell Tina that her younger brother got killed by his fiancé, of all people?

Skeppy was only snapped out of it when a hand rested on his own, and he turned to see Sam looking at him. His tear-stained expression held no anger, no contempt for the man who had raised the person to have just killed his son, just…pity and sadness. Sam didn’t hate him. Sam felt…sorry for him. Sorry that his son had turned out like this after so many years being away from home. Sorry that the boy who they’d both loved growing up was gone, twisted into a psychopath and cannibal. In a way, they’d both lost their kids today. Skeppy couldn’t do anything but break down, clinging to Sam and sobbing as he finally processed everything that he’d seen today. Sam just hugged back tightly, like Skeppy was his only lifeline, and sobbed with him.

“We should get going.” Sam sighed after what felt like hours. “We need to help Bad, and I’m sure the others are wondering why we’re not back yet.” Skeppy, still numb, just nodded and helped sling one of Bad’s unconscious arms over his shoulder while Sam took another. The walk back to where they had come from was silent, neither of them willing to bring up the fact that they hadn’t actually retrieved any supplies and the whole trip was kinda pointless, but were met with a sight that neither had been expecting.

The doors were tied shut with chains. They couldn’t get out.

They were stuck there till morning.

~~~~~

Sapnap sat in the break room fiddling with his phone when he saw Dream come in, twirling a set of keys on his finger. “You said you needed access to the security room?” “‘Bout time.” Sapnap responded sarcastically, standing up off the beanbag chair with a hand over his stomach to keep the extra weight in his gut from swaying as he moved. Seriously, no matter how many times or how often he’d done this, he was never going to get used to it, was he? “Sorry I needed to lock up the store, asshole.” Dream replied, leading him out of the room to the security office down the hall. “Ranboo is staying at my place tonight so Tom and Tubbo aren’t alone, so I had to lock up from inside today cause someone invited me to stay the night to work on parkour stuff.” “Don’t pin this on me, I’m being nice to you for once.” Sapnap replied, lightly elbowing Dream as he tried to unlock the door and messing him up. Dream flipped him off without even moving his vision away from the lock before getting back to work. “Are you at the security office yet?” Quackity asked, startling Sapnap which in turn startled Dream, who gave him an odd look. Sapnap just pointed to his stomach and Dream rolled his eyes and went back to work on the lock.

“Yeah, we are. Holy shit, dude, you scared the fuck outta me, I thought you were asleep. You haven’t said anything like this entire time.” “I couldn’t fall asleep. Something…something happened, man.” “…Well that doesn’t sound ominous at all. What kinda something? Something bad?? Are you ok, did I do something?” “I’m fine!” Quackity quickly responded, picking up on his fiancé’s nervous tone. “It’s just…well I don’t know yet. You’ll be able to see for yourself on the video camera. I don’t want to freak you out if it’s nothing.” Sapnap went to ask what that meant before Dream finally managed to open the door with a little cheer of celebration. He ushered Sapnap in as he started to log into the camera’s system.

“Ok, so can you tell me what happened?” Dream questioned. “It’s been a while since I did the instinct thing, so I guess I looked kinda sickly, so Punz ran to get you. After that I started to feel nauseous and sat down and passed out. When I woke up again, Quackity was in here and I felt a lot better. I think my instincts just fully took over so I wasn’t conscious, like, at all. I figured I would see what exactly happened and then delete the footage so no one else could see me lose it.” Dream nodded. “Yeah, I figured that’s what you meant by ‘needed something to eat.’ Kinda also figured that instincts had something to do with why Punz said you looked sick, so I asked Quackity to go and look for you.” Sapnap vaguely heard Quackity confirm what Dream had said. “Oh, thanks dude.” “No problem. Now, where and when was this again?”

Sapnap gave a few more specifications on what had happened, and at this point he could feel Quackity nervously pacing in his gut, which felt…weird, to say the least. “Quackity, dude, are you ok? You never move this much in there, it’s kinda freaking me out. And it feels weird.” “Sorry.” He heard as he felt Quackity drop back down to sit, almost immediately starting to tap his foot. “You’re nervous about something.” “No I’m-“ “You’re sitting with your eye sockets pressed into your knees while tapping your foot. I’ve known you my entire life, I don’t need to be able to see you to know what you’re doing. You only do that when you’re really anxious, what’s up?” “Like I said, you’ll see on the video.” Sapnap was about to respond again, but was agin cut off by Dream. “Found it! Oh shit, yeah, you look really out of it, I’m surprised you made it as long as y- what the fuck is that??” That bit caught Sapnap’s attention. He moved closer to the tv and noticed what Dream was questioning: on the grainy monitor, there were 3 small silhouettes on top of an aisle in front of Sapnap. “Are those…borrowers?” Dream asked, looking over to Sapnap. “They have to be. What the hell are more borrowers doing in the store? Q, is this what you were worried about?” “…Mostly.” Quackity responded, and Sapnap nodded to Dream so he could follow along. “…fast forward, see if you can tell when they leave.” Sapnap relayed the request to Dream, who did as he asked.

“Oh no…” Sapnap whispered. “What?” Dream asked, but Quackity was apparently more than aware of the issue. “They didn’t listen, did they? They didn’t go when I told them too?” “No, no they didn’t…” Sapnap whispered again, in shock. He felt Quackity stand and start to pace again, but this time couldn’t care to correct it. “What? Who didn’t what?” Dream asked. “The borrowers on the aisle. Quackity was signaling for them to leave so they wouldn’t see me do..that, but they didn’t. They’re seeing everything.” Sapnap gestured back up to the screen, where at this point he could see Quackity entering his throat and the borrowers backing up, one even kicking and fighting another to do something. “Well…thats not good, but it can’t be that bad, right? I mean, what are the odds you’ll ever see them again? I mean, sure they can tell a colony about a human that ate a borrower, but you guys have always kinda been under the impression we did that anyway, right? At the absolute worst, they’ll have another horror story to get kids to bed on time.” “Dream, I just traumatized 3 random borrowers for life.” “I was under the impression you were all just kinda traumatized from shit in general, is this really that much worse?” “Sapnap, tell him to shut up.” Quackity interrupted. Sapnap obliged by smacking a hand over Dream’s mouth and putting a finger over his own lips. “…I need you to let me out.” Sapnap looked confused for a moment. Quackity had only been in there for a few hours; normally when this happened he would just stay the night since it was more of a hassle to get dry and clean just to put on pjs. Something was wrong, still, Sapnap would never hold the man he loved against his will.

Sapnap quickly brought him up, placing a hand under his mouth as Quackity climbed out. Quackity’s head snapped immediately to the security footage. At this point, Sapnap could see himself finally swallow Quackity down, and the 3 borrowers react accordingly with varying levels or fear and distress. One of them even went unconscious. Quackity watched with a look of worry that made Sapnap anxious; in all the years he’d known Quackity, he’d never seen him like this. Why was he this worried? He barely registered that in the video he had regained control, only focused on what could have caused the fear in his fiancé’s eyes.

Until one of the borrowers turned enough for their face to be seen in the camera.

That…that was his dad. That was Skeppy, holding onto someone who had to be Sam. His other dad was taller than that. That means that the last one, the borrower who’d passed out when Sapnap had swallowed Quackity was…

Sapnap felt his breath speed up. He quickly set Quackity down on the desk as he clutched a hand to his chest and his vision started to blur. “Sap?” Dream questioned, hands hovering around him in concern, “Sapnap are you ok??” “That’s…Those are…” He couldn’t get the words out. Fuck. No, fuck, god no, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go, they weren’t supposed to know, they weren’t supposed to ever see him again but now they knew everything.

They knew he was a monster.

“…those are our dads.” Quackity whispered, barely audible as dreams eyes widened. “The one crying is my dad, the other two are Sapnap’s.”

#kinda unedited but i can go back in later and add stuff #still doing request stuff college is just busy rn #cyncerity #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #store shifter au #sizeshifter!sapnap au #tw vore #soft vore #safe vore #g/t vore #cynwrites #giant!sapnap #tiny!bbh #tiny!skeppy #tiny!sam #tiny!quackity #giant!dream #sizeshifter!sapnap #sizeshifter!dream

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Artificial Extract

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, pregnancy, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Please let me know what you think <3

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Peter hasn’t spoken to you. Not since you told him the truth. He’s barely around. You don’t do much more than wallow in your anxiety, dreading his return and the moment he chooses to finally confront you. You know it won’t be pretty.

The day seems to be it. You're wiping up the countertops when he comes in. He’s dressed to go out. A dark zip-up jacket and black jeans. His hair is combed neatly and parted to one side. He approaches you and grabs your forearm. You drop the cloth as he drags you away without a word.

He marches you to the door and sets a pair of your heels before you and snatches a coat from the rack, nearly flinging it at you. You put them on as your chest bubbles hotly. Is this it? He’s not going to say anything to you before he disposes of you?

You think of the others, the ones who got away, you heard what the men said about them; what they wished they could do when they catch up to them. You’ll find out first what’s in store for those who can’t live up to standard. You step out ahead of Peter as he nudges you, pointing you down the steps and along the walk.

You go to the car and stand across from him. You look at him across the sleek roof, “Peter…”

He ignores you and gets in. You close your eyes and cringe. It takes you back to your ex and his bitter silences. They usually ended much sooner, always violently. You wish Peter would just hit you. That he would just do something. He can’t do much worse than you’ve already been through.

You open the door and lower yourself into the seat. You pull the seatbelt down and click it into place. He reverses down the long drive. You brace yourself and stare blindly through the windshield. Well, maybe it will be over soon. You have nothing left; you’ve only bought Princess the same spite and you never did have much to offer anyone.

He drives on. You wince each time he reaches for the shifter. He doesn't look at you, doesn't acknowledge you in any way.

You recognise Stark Tower as he drives up, pulling beneath to the garage. You follow him as a daze slowly floods you, numbing you to whatever comes next. You walk beside him with heavy, stiff steps, ankles shaking on your steepled heels.

He presses his thumb to a censor and a door opens, then another, a hallways long and sterile, another, and another. You stop at a steel barrier and he exhales loudly, stalling as if preparing for the next step. The last crumb of hesitation flakes away as he pushes his thumbprint into the ultraviolet pad.

You're met by an unexpected symphony of moans and grunts. Peter drags you inside before he seems to realise. He halts stuntedly across from a long lab table, the contents of which are strewn over the floor.

You see the top of Princess's head shifting on the metal, her hair askew as Tony ruts into her. Her back squeaks on the table with each thrust as she grips his veiny forearm, his hand clamped around her throat. You take a step back as Peter lets you go and clears his throat. Loudly.

"Um, you told me you were available."

Tony looks up, not wavering for a moment as he keeps his tempo. Princess retracts her hand and hides behind her arm as she slings it across her face. Tony pulls his arm back to check his watch.

"Four already?" He smirks and gives a wink, "I won't be much longer… you can wait outside or... Stay and enjoy the show."

You twist away, stimach curdling as you fight the urge to save Princess. Her distress is wrought into her piqued moans. You stomp to the door and Peter follows, catching your elbow before you can leave. He hits the switch to slide the door back.

You walk out together and you stare at the wall as you feel Peter's gaze on you. You try not to show your fear or disgust. It's better this ends, you're tired of being a toy.

"Tony's gonna help," Peter speaks to you at last, "he's gonna fix you, kitten."

You turn to him, a tremor in your cheek. Fix you? You don't say a word. Men have only ever seen you as just that; broken, weak.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x kitty #dark peter parker #peter parker #dark!peter parker #sweet treats #au #drabble #series #mcu #marvel #avengers #spiderman

[bellamer]

COD Gas Station AU:

First Shifters/Morning Shift:

John Price- Store Manager

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick- Assistant Manager, Store associate

Alex Keller- Stocker, Store Associate

Farah Karim- Store Associate

Second Shifters/Afternoon-Evening Shift

Alejandro Vargas- Afternoon manager

Rodolfo Parra- Assistant Manager, store associate

John “Soap” MacTavish- Store associate

Gary “Roach” Sanderson- Store associate

Third Shifters- Overnight Shift:

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley- The only overnight shifter.

Other:

Kate Laswell- General Manager.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #cod mwii #cod modern warfare #john price #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #alex keller #farah karim #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #gary roach sanderson #simon ghost riley #kate laswell #cod au #gas station au

[lets-try-some-writing]

Just wanted to let you know that your Pretender AU has given me a Smokescreen brain worm.

What is he? What is his purpose? Why is he so secretive and mysterious?

(you don't need to answer these questions)

I am going to answer them anyway because at this point, all of the AUs I am particularly fond of are going to be turned into fics eventually. No use beating around the bush here on Tumblr. Glad to see my Pretender AU has infested a mind other than my own!

Optimus, while devoted to his task, was no fool. With Megatron targeting him and his inner circle of active Pretenders, he needed a failsafe. His initial plan was to create a cache of Pretender larva which would, in time, develop on their own and either come to serve under him or one would naturally evolve to take on the role of Firstborn. Thousands of Insecticons were instructed to remain in stasis alongside the cache as a barrier. Then to be safe, he guarded them through careful artificial EM field generator which gave off the impression that his brood were one huge dweller and carefully never visited. That was Optimus Prime's failsafe.

However, without his knowledge, his creator began yet another experiment.

Optimus was the first, and his biggest folly was being put into the wrong mech. If his host had been ANYONE else, his life would have been all but safeguarded and he could have grown his brood in peace and even become an ally to Autobots and Decepticons alike given enough time. But Orion Pax was influential, and that meant that Optimus was, for all intents and purposes, a failure in Shockwave's optics. He was too well known and in such extreme circumstances that he could neither be studied or fulfill his function properly. With all that in mind, Shockwave attempted to create another Firstborn in order to have a backup.

Everything went according to plan. A new Pretender was made, and this time its biology was adjusted so that it would not require a host. Shockwave built its CNA so that it would have its monstrous form and a completely normal civilian appearance. Then, in order to keep Megatron from noticing his creation, Shockwave quietly placed his newest creation amongst the last generation of sparklings to emerge from the Well. It was then taken in and raised amongst soldiers and Shockwave returned to serving Megatron, content in the knowledge that his Pretenders, his failsafe to ensure the survival of their species, were going to fulfill their function one way or another.

But of course, biology tends to act of its own accord. Smokescreen instinctually knew from the moment he could think for himself that there was already an active Firstborn. And thus, instead of shifting and becoming one himself, he instead adjusted his very CNA over time. He served in the Elite Guard with the express purpose of getting to the only living Firstborn and was quick to take the opportunity to serve Alpha Trion if it meant access to relics that could be of use. He did not intend to be thrown into a pod and sent careening toward Earth, but it all worked out in his favor in the end.

(He did in fact try to eat the phase shifter to store it before Alpha Trion caught him.)

Smokescreen had the potential to be a Firstborn, but with Optimus very much alive and well, he changed to fulfill a less critical role. His entire functioning revolves around safeguarding the future. If he cannot create new life himself, he will protect the future of their kind, consequences be damned.

Backstory out of the way, Smokescreen is an Attendant. He is a one of a kind, but likely won't remain that way if the Pretenders are allowed to increase their ranks. His entire purpose is not necessarily to protect living Pretenders, or even attach himself to any of them. Rather, he developed to be a pragmatic and logical entity more focused on long term planning. He does not care a great deal about any other living Pretender because of the way he functions. If he knew about the cache, he would have been guarding it with his life until he sensed the death of the other Pretenders and knew it was time to wake his kin. But as he was unaware of it, he has settled for throwing his entire spark into taking care of Optimus now that he's on Earth.

Smokescreen does everything he can to keep Optimus relaxed and secure. A happy Patriarch is one who will produce more lava. More lava means more Pretenders. And of course, since Optimus is at war all the time, Smokescreen is able to satisfy his lingering desire to rear young via tending to Optimus's spawn. He is creepy even to other Pretenders. He is a little too obsessed with Optimus, or rather Optimus's spawning capability, for any Pretender to like him all that much. The only reason he is tolerated is because of how much calmer Optimus is around him. The Prime himself assumes that Smokescreen was an early hatcher from his failsafe cache, which is why he is unconcerned with Smokescreen's strange behavior and lack of true attachment to the group.

Smokescreen is well aware he is not well regarded by anyone save for Optimus, and so he has conjured up countless plans to take as many larva as possible and flee in the event things go up in flames. He's a schemer, and he is not willing to risk his life when the Pretenders are yet at risk. Their species comes before all else. Let Optimus fight, Smokescreen will secure their future.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #optimus prime #smokescreen #shockwave #pretender au #alternate universe

[hollyhomburg]

i only had one fic idea traveling this weekend, and it was an ot7 x reader werewolf au where they both move into houses across the street on this little inlit, her house is maybe 1/6 the size of theirs but it's a cozy little cottage with a leaky chimney but sturdy walls made from polished sea stones.

it's almost certianly too cold for the winters and honestly, seokjin (beta) can't even belive someone would rent it out for all four seasons. but the first taste of the new neighbors scent along the hills says diffrent- human. none of them like humans very might but first meeting goes plesantly enough.

The rest of bts live in this big old pack house that always has it's lights all lit up and music playing from it that echoes across the water. tangling with the sound of crashing waves and the singular fishing vessel that the pack has (yoongi and seokjin's passion project)

she's very very skittish of them at first because she's human and werefolk are a bit of a plucky sort with so many diffrent traditions and to remember. is it bad to shake hands? to ask about their jobs? meeting is tense if not a little shy, but thats mostly because she's tired, she's been though alot- enough that she has seeked out a little bit of safety and privacy here, one the edge of the ocean where the grass grows thick and the tire tracks grow scant.

life at the cottage is calm if not for the new neighbors, who have strange habits- like makeing grilled meat outside at least once a week with smoke that buffers heady and strong. the first time she see's them running across the beach in their shifted forms it's because the nightmares have woken her again and she's out on her back porch. the sound of thundering paws, sandy fur, dark fur like the soils from the south, and a curly one with fur the color of sand.

there is only one not shifted, the one with bright eyes and an even brighter smile that asks and says they'll go somewhere else if the running will disturb her. but it won't and she's too tired to think about what she wants or needs. she invites him to sit and togeather they watch the 6 others bound across the sand, dragging their claws through the seafolm and yipping high into the clear muddy air. rough housing along the seagrass in their big pup forms and hoseok- the pack alpha- asks if the howling at night bothers her- they can be quiet.

she says it doesn't but it still rattles her little windows.

and maybe she's skittish around them because something happened to her with a shifter once (im imagining big scars across her back, maybe one morning when yoongi (alpha) and tae (also alpha) are running they see her swimming. the lines across her back rising up out of the ocean, and the alpha feels himself filled with a rush of protective instinct, the thing that says this pup might need them. might need a little bit of extra protection.

he also might start sleeping on her porch but regardless of that- they are very good neighbors, the omega's (minnie and joonie maybe) bring her over fresh food and maybe even invite her to the next time they barbecue outside and she brings food from her culture and they try to teach her how to make perfect lettuce wraps and when she walks home half of them go with her too even if it's just a few feet.

maybe they recognize the way that she looks at the shadows, the howling of the wind more daunting and so much less comforting than the sound of wolf howling has become. It's almost like she's waiting for something to jump out of them

i also wanna talk about pack alpha hoseok and how he'd be the most intimidating presence that she kinda couldn't stop herself from looking at. Maybe their dance around each other stops when she's on her way home from the store he meets up with her on accident and carries her groceries home.

And then they happen upon each other on a beach walk too and he says he always has trouble finding shark teeth in the sand even though they're the youngest alphas favorite. maybe he thinks nothing of it but then later a few days later there is a little pile of them sitting in a abalone shell that the pack keeps by their front door,

and one day she finds that jk has left her a little gift- tiny shark tooth earrings that match a necklace that he has (something that is maybe a first courting gift, if wolves courted humans, which they dont).

and maybe dinners start to become a weekly thing and sometimes namjoon can't resist bundling her up in one of their pack scented blankets to go home with- the omega in him unable to resist the need to have her smell like them- even if she can't scent them back.

i'm also pictureing maybe some secret reason why she moved to the cottage, maybe an abusive ex-husband that just wouldn't leave her alone, a shifter too maybe that hunts her down by scent alone.

God, hobi would tear him limb from limb, blood and saltwater soaking into the sand, teeth tearing and biting- maybe he wouldn't even have to be in wolf form to do it. i picture the m/c inches from the ocean- because she'd rather drown than be touched by him again, dragged from the dark water by bruised familiar hands. hobi's soft voice of "i've got you, im not going to let anything hurt you ever again pup"

i don't know if they'd get away with the murder, because on one hand the whole pack had seen him hunt her through the dunes. but maybe they'd be better off just floating him out to sea on one of jin's boats, out to where they know that the sharks gather. their teeth hungry like the wolves too.

After that, she moves into the pack house because hobi says he can't have her far away, even if they only have 50 feet from their doors- thats too much. maybe they turn the cottage into a little office for her so that she can at least have some privacy to do her work, maybe sometimes when she works one of /her/ packmates muscles throught the door to plan themselves curled around her. sometimes if she really needs to concentrate she'll kick them out, but if it's the pack alpha- she'll move her arms and let him rest his massive head across her lap, watching the door for her.

#bts omegaverse au #bts a/b/o #bts x reader #bts poly au #bts gang au #bts mafia au #bts polyamory au #bts au #bts fluff #bts hurt/comfort #bts werewolf au #bts angst bts omegaverse fic #bts hybrid fic #min yoongi fic #kim namjoon fic #kim seokjin fic #kim taehyung fic #park jimin fic #jeon jungkook fic #jjk #pjm #myg #knj #kth #ksj #jhs #jung hoseok fic

[writeforfandoms]

congrats on the new follower milestone!! could i request alittle bit of some very indulgent hurt/comfort 👉👈 like the fic 'anxiety' you wrote(loved that, it's one of my favourite things to date). set in the shifter au, sometimes i just want to read something incredibly horrible happening and someone making it better and being scooped up into a big protective hug yknow? can be 141 centric, or maybe konig and horangi i really dont mind anything, thank you so much!

Hi friend! Okay, I did my best with this. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: hurt/comfort, brief assault, protective boys, shifter dynamics

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You hummed quietly as you stepped outside. The boys had convinced you to go out drinking (they drank much more than you did), and you were having fun, but the bar they'd chosen was also loud.

You just needed a few moments outside, just a little bit of quiet before you went back in.

Honestly, you had no idea how the pack wasn't going nuts.

You breathed in deep, the cooler air a welcome change.

"'Scuse me, luv."

You jolted a little and stepped aside automatically as someone stopped next to you. He looked down at you, lips curling in amusement.

"Here with friends?" He asked, fishing around in his pocket to pull out cigarettes.

"Yeah." Your smile was small and tight. You didn't really want to chat. You edged a little further away from him.

"Smoke?" He held out the pack to you.

"No, I'm good." You shifted your weight to your far leg, shoulders hunching a little.

He didn't take the hint. He lit his cigarette and stepped in closer to you, blowing the smoke away from you. "Think your friends will mind if I keep you from them a little longer?" His eyes were cold when you met his gaze.

"Yes, they will." You stepped away from him, determined to get back inside.

Except his hand snapped out, wrapping around your wrist to hold you there. "Shame," he sneered. "'Cause I'd sure love to spend more time with such a pretty thing."

"Let go." You tugged your arm, setting your feet. But he didn't let go, his grip tightening until you gasped.

"Come on, sweetheart," he cooed mockingly. "We can have some fun, they'll never notice."

"Let go!" You yanked again, free hand balling into a fist as you twisted to get in a better spot. Last warning. Then you'd punch him.

You didn't have a chance. The door opened back behind you (when had you gotten so far from the entrance?).

You didn't even see what happened. But you heard the low, rumbling growl before someone was between you and the man.

"Problem here?" Gaz asked, faux-pleasant, his hand tight on the stranger's wrist. He released you with a low hiss.

"Nah, just chatting." The stranger didn't seem very scared, but you weren't sure he knew what he was facing.

"Right." Gaz sounded disbelieving, but at least he wasn't growling. He did slowly herd you back, away from the man towards the door, keeping himself in front of you.

"Sure you don't wanna ditch the mutt?" The stranger called to you.

You didn't even try to stop Gaz. To your surprise, though, Gaz merely growled a little.

"Better than some smelly arsewipe." Gaz turned finally and draped his arm over your shoulders, keeping you close as he escorted you back inside. "You alright?"

"Yeah," you assured him, a little surprised to find your hands trembling. "Just a little shaken."

Gaz huffed and crowded closer to you, keeping his arm around you. When you two got back to the table, he didn't release you, just trapped you between himself and Soap.

Soap, of course, saw the cuddling and immediately got on board, squishing himself into your free side and rubbing his cheek against your shoulder. "Alright, hen?"

"I'm fine," you said, more amused than anything, though you knew you still smelled of distress. The encounter was still a little too fresh on your mind, your wrist still store from the man's grip.

John met your gaze across the table, eyes stormy. But he didn't move, keeping his gaze on you.

You swallowed but nodded, just a little. Yeah, you were shaken. You certainly didn't want to go back out alone, not right then. But you were safe with your pack. All would be well.

His shoulders relaxed a little, a tiny smile gracing his lips. And he sat back again, just watching as Soap and Gaz kept you firmly between the two of them, both chattering and interrupting each other.

You breathed out slowly and leaned into Gaz, curling your fingers into Soap's shirt so he wouldn't feel left out. This was better. This you could do.

The rest of the night, you stayed close to one of them at all times. It made you feel better. And the boys certainly didn't mind.

(Although you did laugh when John finally got sick of watching Gaz and Soap bicker and pulled you onto his lap instead.)

#follower celebration #2k celebration #shifter au #born for greatness

[kendsleyauthor]

🍳Spice + Cozy + Captivate + Sunrise🍳

Promptober 2023

Shot in the Dark - Size Shifter AU (Jon and Sylvia)

~1000 words

In this AU, Jon lives in a house near the edge of the woods. After a run-in with a witch, he gained sizeshifting abilities and met Sylvia. She was shocked to find out he's human, and she's still wary of him. But also she's curious by nature and can't resist coming around for visits. 🥰

@marydublinauthor 🌸

Sylvia’s visits were unpredictable, much like her opinion of Jon. He made a habit of leaving the window open so that she would always feel welcome to enter. 

Sometimes, she approached him straight away to ask him questions that only a human could know. Other times, she arrived without ever speaking a word to him—she’d simply find a perch out of his reach and make him wonder why she bothered to visit at all. 

It was as though she couldn’t decide how bitter to be about his lies.

Her visits rarely occurred two days in a row, so he stiffened with surprise when a buzz of wings entered the kitchen while he was preparing dinner. 

“Hey, Sylvia,” he said, his hand coated with flour and cornmeal.

She hovered in the archway and frowned at the bowl set on the counter before him. “What is that?” she asked rather than greeting him back. “Are you making bread? I thought you bought bread from the store.”

“Not bread. Something a little easier than that, actually.” He cleaned his hands off with a kitchen towel and smiled warmly, noting her hesitance. She had never arrived while he was cooking. “Shouldn’t be long. I can turn on the TV for you, if you like.”

“I know how to turn it on,” she snipped. But instead of retreating into the living room, she approached and sniffed the air. Jars of spices were open across the counter. Her wariness softened with curiosity. “What are you making, then? I’ve never smelled anything like that before.”

“Arepa con carne,” he said. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to try any, he swiftly added, “But I can nix the carne and put cheese instead. Would you like that?”

Her little face pinched with confusion.

“Carne is meat,” he explained.

“Oh. Like carnivore.” She shuddered. “You don’t have to change the recipe on my account. I already had my dinner—and it was delicious.” Still, her inquisitive gaze lingered on the jars and dough mixture like she could be persuaded to try something new.

“I was thinking about making it arepas con queso anyway,” he said breezily. “There’s never a bad time for comfort food.”

She narrowed her eyes, fully aware that he was fibbing. But she didn’t call him out on it. Darting higher, she found a perch on one of the upper cabinets and observed him while he finished the dough and started the cheese mixture. Sure enough, she was utterly captivated.

“Can I taste those?” she asked, pointing to the spices as he began mixing them in.

He held up each jar for her to take a small pinch from—oregano, parsley, cilantro, and Caribbean thyme. He firmly dissuaded her from tasting a handful of black pepper—though she relented, she was pouty about it.

“My mom taught me this recipe,” he said. “There’s something cozy about the simplicity of it.” He shaped and laid out three biscuit-shaped rounds of dough on the skillet, then looked up at Sylvia. “They can be any size, really. You want to make some?”

She pursed her lips. “You really didn’t have to change the recipe for me, you know,” she mumbled, face flushing.

“My mom also taught me to be a good host. Gotta make sure my guest is comfortable, and all that.”

She snorted, but she swung her legs off the top of the cabinet and flew down a few inches. “I’m more of an intruder than a guest.”

I was the intruder, he thought, biting back a wince. “You are always welcome here,” he reassured.

Tentatively, she dipped her hand into the bowl and pulled out a fistful of arepa dough. He grabbed his own handful and showed her how to stuff the dough and shape it into a thick disk. She bit her lip in concentration with an adorably serious frown, determined to be perfect on her first try.

Although she seemed embarrassed by her misshapen handiwork, Jon convinced her to drop the dough round on the skillet. 

“It’s better than most people’s first try,” he said.

Naturally, it didn’t take long for her morsel-sized arepa to cook through. He carefully removed it from the skillet using a single fork tine and set it on the edge of a plate for her.

Upon the first bite, her expression melted, and she stuffed the rest into her mouth.

“Jon,” she practically moaned. “Why didn’t you just cook for me from the start? I would have forgiven you much faster.”

His heart skipped a beat. Forgiven.

He chuckled weakly. “Come on, now—I tasted your food at the village. It’s so… different. I wasn’t sure you’d enjoy something like this.”

Although she gave an insulted scoff, there was a pleased smile on her face. “Are you saying I don’t have a sophisticated palate?”

“All I’m saying is I thought you’d spit out anything that wasn’t loaded with sugar,” he said matter-of-factly.

That earned him a tiny fistful of arepa dough tossed at his shirt. If he wasn’t worried about her going home covered in cornmeal, he might have returned the favor.

Sylvia proceeded to make several more bites suited to her size. She flew around him with surprising ease, even perching on his shoulder to give her wings a break while she watched him turn the warm dough over on the skillet.

Once Jon’s plate was filled, they made their way into the living room. From there, she expected she would leave for the night. But no. For the first time, she made herself comfortable for hours on end. Long after the plate was empty, they continued talking—about food, about family, about what was on the television.

The sun was rising by the time Sylvia said goodbye.

#gt #g/t #giant tiny #gt writing #g/t writing #gt community #g/t community #gt fandom #g/t fandom #gt story #g/t story #my writing #size difference #shot in the dark #shot in the dark story #size shifter au #size shifer au story #oc: jon #oc: sylvia #gt fluff #g/t fluff #promptober 2023

[everlasting-rainfall]

In skin into fur, I couldn't help but latch onto that one brief mentioning of Lucci hanging out around the giraffe enclosure and wonder if that means Kaku is also there for the same reason.

This led to me thinking about how giraffes go about courting, and how males will just beat the shit out of each other with their necks for dominance. Like I'm picturing Kaku waiting until the object of his affection is walking by and then just slamming into a poor unfortunate zookeeper as a display of strength. He quickly whips around to see if they look impressed and is confused (and jealous) to see them fretting over the zookeeper he just obliterated.

At least the gift giving would be more tame though? Instead of finding dead animals in their locker there's just like... a large branch with lots of leaves sticking out of it

I’m glad that you liked the Animal Shifter AU, I’m thinking of calling it Skin into Fur AU but I also might not so feel free to just call it whatever you guys want as long as it isn’t something mean

Anyways let’s get into it!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Stalking, Violence, Human into Animal Transformation, Pee Mention, Dead Animals, Deception, Jealousy

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

Yeah! That does mean that that Kaku is here too, I’m glad that you picked up on it! Basically a lot of animal shifters have been known to make it so that they appear as regular animals although others do just decide to appear human

Some appear as house pets, others are wild animals like that raccoon behind the corner store, and others like Lucci choose to live in zoo’s or wildlife sanctuary’s

The purpose of it being a lot of things like some of them have simply decided to live out their lives there until the day that animal shifters take over the world and become the dominant species of earth while others use it as a way to more easily find mates and breed as a lot of people are around

An animal shifter will never take a normal animal as a mate though as that’s really weird even to them so typically an animal shifter will just take another animal shifter as a mate or a human they intend to court in a similar fashion to how an animal would until they eventually mate them turning them into an animal shifter too

Also I can’t say that I know too much about animal courtship methods but I do know something about giraffes and it’s that males will actually headbutt a female until they pee then they drink it to see if the female is fertile or something like that but let’s not think too much about that, yeah?

But that would be pretty interesting like that thing you brought up like let’s say that the male zookeeper is the one that’s been caring for Kaku way before you came along and Kaku has never had any problems with him

Doesn’t like him too much but he’s not a problem and he keeps the enclosure clean and sanitary while also keeping Kaku fed so he won’t cause any issues

But then comes the day that you get hired and I can imagine that when you walk in with the male zookeeper, it’s like a stereotypical scene where there’s like pink at the edges of the screen and some kind of romantic music in the background as Kaku looks at you

Definitely follows you around the enclosure a bunch eventually deciding that he wants you specifically as his mate but before he can start courting you, it seems like the male zookeeper has taken an interest in you too!! How dare he!!

(In actuality, all he did was ask if you wanted to go out to get some food together after work)

So next time that he gets a chance when you and the zookeeper are both near his enclosure, it’s time to show him just whose the better man so he waits for you to be watching then obliterates the male zookeeper just like you said

He’s so proud of himself, he took down the competition in one blow! Look at you running towards him, you’re likely going to accept him as your mate and let him fill you with his-! Wait, wait a second… You just ran past him…

You’re checking on the male zookeeper and dragging him off to safety which likely does not goes over well with Kaku, he won the fight so you should be recognizing him as the better person to mate but he has all of your attention…

Jealousy is rising and he figures it’s time to take matters into his own hands…

He’ll do exactly what Lucci did by leaving you gifts and things and it would be a hell of a lot tamer like it probably is branches but I can also see Kaku thinking of what human related things you might like

Like maybe a giraffe plush to remind you of him? That might get you accused of stealing though so this may take a while

Honestly though, his gift giving would definitely be a lot tamer than Lucci’s like if you worked there at the same time that Lucci’s S/O went missing then it’s probably worrying but at least it isn’t dead animals, yeah?

At most, it’s stuff that Kaku thinks you would enjoy and also things to help you get used to what’s soon going to be your new life as soon you’ll be an animal shifter just like him living in this zoo with him as another giraffe

Like I can just imagine him looking at a branch in his enclosure while he’s chomping down on some of the leaves and going “Hmm, that seems like it would be nice” then just getting offended when he checks around at night to see if you took it only to find it in the trash bin

How rude of you! But no matter, he doesn’t care too much as he knows that you’ll come around and even if you don’t then there’s not much that you can do about it as you’ll have to get used to it eventually when another giraffe mysteriously appears in the enclosure

#yandere one piece #yandere #reader insert #read the trigger warnings #the rain talks back #yandere male #one piece #minors dni #Yandere kaku #Yandere CP9 #animal shifter au #Skin into Fur AU

[triskhellion]

Legs

Rated: Explicit (4.3k)

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale

Tags: POV Stiles, Werecreature Stiles, Tall Stiles, Pack Beta Derek, AU - No Hale Fire, Getting Together, Stiles & Derek are College Students & Little Shits with Big Dicks, Piercings, Dry Humping, Spanking, Marking, Derek's Ass, Smut & Snark, Explicit Sex Acts, Bottom-ish Derek, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Balto References.

Summary: The one where Werecreature Stiles works at the mall and crosses paths with his crush, Derek, upstairs at the movie theater after close.

Super Blue Moon prompts: 13, Black Cherry, [spoiler*,] Special & Summer

“Thank fucking God,” Stiles muttered to himself as the key finally turned in the lock after jiggling the damn door until everything lined up just right. 

He shoved his work keys into his right pocket and then ran his hand through shaggy mid-length hair — his natural espresso brown with thick streaks of dark red — as a small plastic bag dangled from his other wrist. Sighing in relief, he headed down the maze of employee corridors behind the stores on the second floor of Beacon Mall.

Being a supervisor at Spox left much to be desired, especially in the summer, but at least he got a discount on the bullshit that the wannabe Spencer’s/Hot Topic sold. He even got stuff for free if it was about to be tossed for one reason or another. Jacob happened to drop a bottle of nail polish in his favorite color — Black Cherry, of course — on the concrete floor in back and while it didn’t actually crack where it mattered a piece of the top broke off and it got pretty scratched up, so now it was his. There was also a partially mangled GIR figurine, which only improved it in his opinion.

Stiles was looking forward to redoing his nails when he got home or maybe tomorrow afternoon on his day off, but first he was going to catch a movie at the multiplex upstairs. 

Hanging back from the ticket counter, he was weighing his options when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Glancing over, he saw a multigenerational group of mostly dark haired, dark appareled people who were all unfairly attractive. Hales.

He knew that they were wolves and, as far as he could tell, the older ones knew that he was something, though not what. 

His kind were fairly rare, at least in the States, because feline shifters were much more likely to mate with humans and then usually had human children when they did, unlike their canine cousins. Stiles happened to be the not quite 1 in 3 offspring of a such a mating to take after the shifter parent, his mother. 

In addition, while their more solitary nature could help them fly under the radar, it also left them vulnerable to Hunters or other hostile creatures if they were actually detected. (It wasn’t that they’d never join up with other Weres or live in larger groups, but it would have to be something the individual actively wanted rather than a need or custom.) They had a natural masking ability — some extra bit of magic perhaps — that let them conceal their scent and other body signs at will, but that too could give them away if used at the wrong time.

And then historically, well, wolves didn’t often care to have other predators on their territory and also had a very annoying habit of trying to claim that everything was their territory. As if the the absence of another pack meant an area wasn’t really claimed or that they didn’t have to share. Stiles wasn’t worried about the Hales hunting him, though. Things were much more civilized these days and they didn’t seem to be the “Retvrn” sort.

He’d seen the middle child of the Alpha, Derek, around Beacon Hills High before the overachieving beta graduated a couple years ahead of him. They were both at BHU now, soon to start their senior and sophomore years respectively, and Stiles would be lying if he said he didn’t make sure that he still saw him around occasionally despite having no classes in common on the sprawling campus. 

The guy was gorgeous and by all accounts a decent person despite being a popular and rather audacious jock. I mean, football, swimming, basketball, and lacrosse over his high school career? Ridiculous. Derek had finally settled on the latter when he went to BHU on a scholarship and was currently captain of the team.

Stiles had tried out for lacrosse himself the year after Derek graduated, though with the exception of a few shining moments of glory he mostly warmed the bench with Scott. Track and field was more his speed, which he finally realized senior year. The 300m dash, 110m hurdle, high jump, and triple jump were his chosen events. 

The Hales had been there at the state championship to cheer on Peter’s recently discovered daughter, Malia, in her commanding performance in the 3,000m run and javelin for neighboring Oak View High. Stiles had clipped a hurdle and gone down rather embarrassingly in the middle of his first race, but won bronze in the high jump and gold in the triple jump and 300m dash. 

Their eyes locked briefly during the team celebrations after the meet, an amused smile on Derek’s face as he watched Scott tug him away toward the group heading for the diner. He looked back a few times as Derek was approached by fans on the lacrosse team and then rejoined by his girlfriend at the time, Paige, and they wandered off together. 

That was pretty much the extent of their interactions, but when Stiles got home late that night he brought himself off to thoughts of the wolf between his legs.

Back in the here and now, he suddenly realized that he’d been staring and looked away to find that one of the younger present Hales — Cora if he remembered correctly — was observing him with a smirk. He turned back to the schedule board and worried his bottom lip, playing with the black snakebite studs underneath. Well, at least they won’t *smell* what I was thinking about. When he glanced over again Derek was now watching him too, eyebrows raised and that same amused smile on his face.

Stiles nodded in greeting, trying to act nonchalant and likely failing. There were murmurs and giggles behind him as he walked up to the bored looking employee with Electric Lizard green afro puffs. Shayna, who frequented his store and hooked him up with free snacks and premium showings if the right people were checking stubs in return for discounts and discontinued items.

His fingers started tapping on the counter when moments later the wolves also stepped up to buy tickets in the line beside him and he could practically feel the weight of their collective attention. They’d opted for the same sci-fi action-thriller, but Stiles was “upgraded” to the 3D IMAX and the Hales were content with a regular screening starting fifteen minutes later, so they weren’t in the same theater. He wasn’t sure if he was more relieved or disappointed. 

As luck would have it though, he and Derek ended up going for a bathroom break at the same time, black lined whiskey brown eyes meeting hazel-green in the mirror above the sinks.

“Stilinski.” 

“Hale.”

Stiles was surprised that the upperclassman actually knew who he was. Probably Cora’s doing. 

Derek turned and leaned back between the basins while drying his hands with a paper towel, nostrils flaring and blatantly checking him out. Stiles snorted and turned sideways, shaking his hands and leaving damp spots on his t-shirt as he crossed his arms and waited for the inevitable question. 

“So, I know this is rude and all, but I just have to ask—“

“Do you, really? Is there a gun to your head?” he snarked.

Derek grinned, tossing the crumpled paper into the bin over his shoulder without looking, and sidled closer smelling of curiosity and attraction. He lowered his voice conspiratorially even though they were the only ones in there.

“What are you?”

Stiles sighed and straightened up to his full nearly 6’3”, gazing down into the werewolf’s eyes as if searching for some kind of assurance. It wasn’t forbidden to tell or anything, but he’d never done so before and wasn’t certain that it was a good idea. If it’d be a whole thing with the Hales or make the cocky beta that he’d been stupidly crushing on run the other way. 

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Derek said emphatically, his face growing serious for a few moments before breaking into a grin again. “Not even if you’re a sweet little rabbit or something. But you’re not a bouncing bunny boy, are you?”

Stiles bared his teeth and showed a hint of fang. “No.”

“I didn’t think so.” Derek winked and waited expectantly.

Lips threatening to twitch into a smile, he rolled his eyes and let his arms drop, swinging his right hand up and making a circular motion. “Guess.”

“Hmm…”  

Assessing eyes looked him over again and warm fingers reached to take his wrist, bringing it towards that handsome, stubbled face to sniff at the thin skin over his rapid pulse. A light kiss was placed in the center of his palm. 

“Large hands,” Derek mused, replacing his mouth with a grazing thumb and then staring down at size 15 sneakers — what else, black and dark red — which had to be ordered from a speciality store. “Larger feet.” 

He was already flushing when that hungry gaze landed on the crotch of his black skinny jeans, which were getting progressively tighter, before meeting his again. Blown pupils ringed in gold and the heady spicy-sweet scent of arousal. “Large…everything?”

Stiles licked his lips and then they were kissing, the wolf delving into his mouth and backing him against the side wall. He let Derek take control a little longer, enjoying his eagerness and the curiosity about his jewelry. Then he slinked down and out of the cage of those muscular arms to push him face first into the white tiles. 

“What do you think?” Stiles hissed, grinding against Derek’s ass and earning a moan when he nipped an earlobe.

Minutes later he was leading them through the service corridors, each with a strategically placed outer layer held in front of them (flannel and leather jacket respectively,) and into a dim storeroom. He was pressed back into the closing door, a hot mouth latching onto his throat as soon as they were shut inside. 

Stiles froze momentarily, unused to allowing another predator access to such a vulnerable area, but he made himself relax and enjoy the enthusiastic attention. Eventually, he grasped Derek’s head and pulled it back so that he could take his turn, gently biting and licking over unguarded flesh before finally bringing their roving lips and tongues together. When they came up for air he had a calf wrapped behind Derek’s knee and there was a hand running under his hiked up thigh leaving a trail of tingles through the soft, stretchy denim.

“Long legs,” Derek whispered, squeezing and making him jolt, the motion driving Stiles’ hardness into his. Half-lidded eyes flashed beta gold and he let his own glow a bright, pale green. “Beautiful.”

He blushed and began to rub himself against Derek from face to abdomen, loving the way the other man’s scruff prickled and burned his cheeks. Holding onto his shoulders, Stiles rocked his pelvis into him and Derek responded in kind. At some point in the haze of grinding and kissing they ended up on the floor, the wolf on top of him pulling up his shirt to play with his nipples and rutting between his thighs.

Stiles was snaking an arm between them to undo their pants when Derek stilled and groaned, coming at the brush of his hand. To hell with it, Stiles thought, glomming onto him and writhing shamelessly, finding the hair trigger hot and not wanting him to be embarrassed. When he was close he pulled his cock out of his jeans, pumped a few times, and came into his fist. 

“Fuck,” he breathed as he flopped down, withdrawing his hand. He was contemplating getting up and grabbing one of the rolls of toilet paper stacked on the other side of the room or just wiping it on his flannel a few feet away, but Derek grabbed his forearm and very deliberately brought it towards his mouth. Stiles let his fingers open and a hot tongue darted over and between them, still golden eyes holding his gaze his while licking him clean.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his cock twitching in a valiant attempt to get hard again.  

Derek chuckled and slid off to the side their legs still tangled together. A text came in for him soon after and he rolled his eyes, sending one back while absently carding Stiles’ hair as they basked in the afterglow.

Setting the phone down, Derek took his hand once more — thicker fingers playing with his and complimenting his nail polish — and told him how he had seen him around campus, but didn’t think he actually had a chance with the “cool, unimpressed freshman” until Cora mentioned his apparent interest (i.e., blatant staring.)

Stiles was surprised, but quite pleased. He didn't think Derek would notice him at all after he decided not to continue his athletic endeavors at BHU. As much as he enjoyed the events and being on the team he loved his free time more, especially because he already had an academic scholarship and wanted to be able to work and help his dad.

“Well, “I’ve had a crush on you since freshman year of high school, so…”

Derek smiled all crinkly and adorable, kissing his nose and letting go of his hand to pet his belly. Stiles closed his eyes and melted into the warm, rhythmic sensation. Soothing. Possessive. Before he knew it he had unconsciously began to purr. 

Sounds of amusement and epiphany followed and when he looked up Derek was wearing a wide grin.

“You’re a cat!”

Stiles made an affronted noise. “Sure, if you’re a dog.” 

“Come here, pretty kitty,” Derek crooned, pspspsing at him and dangling fingers overhead. Stiles caught his arm and bit it, eliciting a dramatic “Ow!” despite the lack of blood.

“Cats love bite,” he shrugged mischievously.

“Wow, you’re already admitting that you love me...” 

Stiles sputtered and then snatched the still unlocked phone from the smug wolf, keeping it out of reach long enough to send himself a text. He begrudgingly got up once Derek wrestled it back, wishing they could stay longer but not wanting to push his luck. 

After straightening and dusting their clothes, helping each other where they couldn’t reach, Stiles kissed him — squeezing his ass one more time — and pulled him back into the hallway after a quick scan. He wasn’t concerned about the security guards supposedly watching the monitors because he had it on good authority that most of the cameras back here were useless.

Shayna raised her eyebrows and smirked when they returned to the theater and he did his best impression of wide-eyed innocence. They parted ways outside the auditorium where the rest of the Hales were apparently enjoying a massive explosion. 

“Later, Legs,” Derek called.

Stiles flipped him off over his shoulder as he walked away grinning like a fool.

The next weekend found him standing in the Preserve around noon, just across from Hale territory after sending his coordinates. Checking the reply, he removed his custom seamless niobium lip rings and carefully placed them in a tiny ziplock bag in his pocket next to his wallet and some wet wipes before undressing and bundling up his things. He dropped into his full shift. 

Stiles didn’t do the whole shebang all that often, but it was frequent enough to make having to re-pierce himself kinda annoying. Transforming immediately closed the holes and the time he tried just leaving his jewelry in…well, let’s just say they migrated in unexpected and hilariously unfortunate ways. It screwed up his nails too, but this was worth it.  

He twisted and stretched, extending and retracting his claws, and then climbed into a tree to wait. It wasn’t long before a large black wolf came sniffing around. Silently he crouched, his scent and and heart beat hidden, and then jumped down right behind him, swatting the startled canine’s backside and immediately taking off. He laughed internally as an indignant howl trailed behind him. 

After evading among the trees, climbing and taunting when his pursuer got too close, Stiles finally jumped down and let himself be chased into the open. He was tackled moments later, but turned to get his hind paws between them, claws poised against the wolf’s belly just as fangs gripped his throat. A stalemate. Warm air rushed across his neck from an amused huff and they both slowly pulled back, shifting forms. 

Derek gave him a look of admiration 

“A lynx! No wonder you have legs for days…gorgeous.”  

“You’re not too bad yourself, Balto,” Stiles replied, blushing. He sat up and knocked their shoulders together, laughing at Derek’s glare and drinking in the sight of his naked body. Fingers traced over scrunched up eyebrows. “Oh, too good to save the kids from diphtheria, are we? For shame…” 

With a growl the wolf pounced on him again and grabbed his wrists, holding them against the ground above his head. 

“When in Nome,” Derek smirked, leaning in and licking his face. Stiles giggled and kissed him, enjoying the feel of skin on skin even as he prepared to strike. 

In the blink of an eye he had them rolled over, wrenching an arm free and straddling a surprised Derek with claws to his neck. He flashed his eyes and the beta submitted, baring more of his throat. 

“Good boy,” he purred, delighting in how Derek whined and squirmed beneath him. Pleasure, embarrassment, and arousal bloomed in the late summer air. 

Stiles nipped and licked over his chest, moving further down to wrap a hand around his nice, big cock and jack the thick, velvety shaft. Precum beaded at the tip and he lapped it up before stretching wide to suck and slide to where he grasped the base. He wished he still had his lip rings in for this, but alas, another time. 

After edging Derek to his heart’s content — mouthing his balls and leaving pretty dark red bruises on his inner thighs, teasing around the head and enveloping him to the root in turns — Stiles finally relented and let him come. He swallowed everything that Derek had to give, including the remnants of his desperate cries when he crawled back up and licked into his parted lips, sharing the taste of him. 

“My turn,” Stiles breathed, guiding him over onto his belly and settling behind him. 

He gave silent thanks to the sports gods for the work of art that was Derek’s ass and palmed it with both hands, spreading him. Letting saliva spill into the cleft, he rubbed over his hole with a thumb. Should’ve brought lube, but I’ll make do for now.

“So, um, you don’t have spines do you?” Derek asked, looking over his shoulder. 

Stiles chuckled. “I do actually.” At the wolf’s worried expression he added, “But only in my beta shift and they’re more of a ribbed for her — or his — pleasure thing, like little knobs. Not a ‘painfully raking your insides to stimulate ovulation’ thing.” 

Derek sighed in relief.

“Besides, as much as I want to, I’m not gonna fuck you right now,” he said, adjusting his position. “Don’t want to hurt you…well, just a little. In a good way.” He made the barest motion of paddling and Derek gasped, sticking his ass out. Stiles smiled and shook his head. “How did I get so lucky?”

He ran his hand over those plump cheeks and then spanked them four times in quick succession, alternating sides before caressing them again. Derek grunted and hissed as a harder four landed in a different pattern, which turned to moans as the heated flesh was soothed. Another four came down and then a final unexpected smack across the center a moment later. Lucky number 13.

The sounds Derek continued to make were music to Stiles’s ears as he massaged his tender bottom. He spit into the crease again and then his right palm, stroking himself. His own cock was maybe an inch or so slimmer and longer and he guided it between those lovely, reddened cheeks and plastered himself to Derek’s back, nuzzling at his temple. The fact that they hadn’t healed yet because the wolf didn’t want them to made him harder still.

“Yeah, believe me, I was freaked out myself when I hit puberty and tried to do some reading,” Stiles admitted, picking up their prior conversation. “Spines, what the fuck? I thought I’d either never get laid or get sent to prison.”

They both laughed, the shaking of their stacked bodies doing pleasurable things, and then he threaded their fingers together and began to move. Stiles described exactly how he planned to fuck him next time as he rutted against him. His glans dragged over Derek’s rim on longer thrusts and it made him growl, so close to burying himself within the currently pliant wolf who instinctively tilted his hips and pushed back.

“Mmm…you want it so bad, don’t you, puppy? Hungry to be fucked and filled like a good boy should?” 

Derek’s ears turned pink, but he nodded and whispered “Yes.”

“What was that?” he asked with a wicked grin, stopping and pressing his leaking tip against Derek’s hole.

“Yes, I want you to fuck and fill me!” 

Stiles set his teeth to the nape of Derek’s neck and groaned. 

“That’s my good boy.” He started moving again, changing to shorter, swiveling movements as his pleasure built. “Soon, I promise. And then I’m gonna ride on that pretty, fat cock of yours. Make it all mine. Gonna come on it and cover you in my spunk while I milk you dry. Would you like that, puppy?” 

“Yes, Stiles. Please.”

That fervent plea was enough to tip him over the edge and hot cum flooded between Derek's cheeks, a few spurts reaching his lower back, as he continued to climax. Stiles rested for a few moments when he was done, kissing his lover’s shoulders and then gently squeezing his hands before letting go and easing off. He bit his lower lip at the sight of his handiwork, trailing two fingers through the mess trickling down Derek’s crack and onto his balls.

Circling his hole, Stiles pushed them inside when Derek relaxed and then slid them out to scoop up more up more cum before plunging them in deeper. The wolf whined when he did it again, brushing over that sensitive bundle of nerves. He pumped his fingers a few more times and then stilled with a sigh. There, properly marked.

Stiles gave a last playful bite to that delectable derrière and withdrew, wiping his hand in the grass. Just as he was about to suggest hanging out somewhere else he heard his phone chime in the distance, an alert that meant it was from someone at the store. 

He groaned in annoyance. There was no way in hell he was going in today — he’d lie and say he was out of town if he had to — but maybe they just needed to ask a question or something. Quickly shifting back, Stiles butted heads and then licked Derek’s face with his rough tongue before loping back. 

He was dressed and up in a tree again after telling Jacob how to price the new vampire-themed lava lamps when the black wolf came ambling by a few minutes later, head sweeping from side to side and then falling rather dejectedly. His heart simultaneously ached and rejoiced at the display. He liiikes me, he misses me alreeeady, Stiles sang internally. 

“You gotta start looking up, dude,” he said out loud.

Derek startled and gave him a lupine glare, but by the time he was back on two legs a grin was winning out.

“You’re still here.”

“Duh,” Stiles scoffed, dropping his concealment and climbing down to drape his arms around him. Derek pressed him against the trunk, diving into his neck and inhaling deeply. His mouth soon followed, leaving bruises that Stiles would do his best to keep. Properly marked, he thought, grinning.

He was purring when Derek took a step back and looked at him like he was something special. 

“So I never did finish that movie…what with the coming in my pants and deciding to go home rather than back inside to be mocked by my entire family.“ Stiles preened smugly. “Well, mocked more. Wanna see it again with me?”

“Sure.” 

There were definitely parts he’d missed even after returning to his showing. It was one of those movies where you really had to pay attention to the details to fully understand what was going on and he was quite distracted. Of course, there was also a non-zero chance that they’d get especially distracted again, but if so they’d just have to keep going until they saw it all. Stiles took Derek’s outstretched hand and walked with him into Hale territory. 

“But let’s go to a different theater this time. No mall on my day off.” 

“As you wish-pspspsps,” Derek proclaimed with an exaggerated bow.

Stiles pushed him over and skipped out of the way of his counter lunge.

“I’m too quick for you, Balto.”

“Bet I can reach the house before you do, Puss in Vans.”

Stiles cackled. Damn, direct hit. He wasn't wearing them now, but did in fact have multiple pairs of the skateboarding shoes.

“Well, these are your woods, but fine. Point me in the right direction and if I win, I get to drive your Camaro, Benji.”

Derek snorted and directed him to a trail heading NE. “Not gonna happen, but sure. And if I win?”

“You get to fuck me first.”

It’s not his fault that Derek was still processing those words when he ran off. 

For the second time that afternoon Stiles laughed while the wolf chased after him, though in their human forms the outcome would be more uncertain this time. He might excel at sprinting, but his long legs could go for miles.

And no matter who came in first, he was going to win either way.

*Lynx!

#hi! #I finished a thing! #throws down smut and disappears back into the ether #sterek #sterek fanfic #s&s super blue moon #sbm13 #sbmblackcherry #sbm? #sbmspecial #sbmsummer #trisk #sbm trisk

[comatose--overdose]

Ok but what if, after Jason turns back human, something else happens and all the OTHER bats get turned into cats? I feel like Tim would try for some vengeance, and Bruce would just be trying to pick up all his kittens to varying degrees of success (probably a lot of success actually, I feel like he’d be a big kitty)

haHA 😂 if y'all only knew what @natasharomanovofficial and I have been tossing back and forth for 2 months. I already picked out what everyone would look like and now there's like three aus, one where there's magic shenanigans and the batfam and Arrowfam kids ( in this au that’s Roy, Connor, Mia, Emiko (I know she’s Ollie’s sister but she’s young enough to be his kid, so she’s kinda treated as both), and Artemis Crock) all get turned into cats and chaos ensues, one where everyone is just Cat shifters, it's normal, everyone does it (kryptonians are dogs, half kryptonians are foxes, and Starfire is a badass terrifying alien tiger looking thing. The speedsters are cheetahs), and then the cat!Jason au you already know where first Jason and then Roy get turned into cats. I am very open to adding "everyone but Roy and Jason get turned into cats and now they have to deal with it" with an added bonus that they all know firsthand that Jason was full of shit the whole time.

Unfortunately for Timmy tambourine boy, he's a hairless cat, a peterbald, so he's so busy trying to stay clean and warm that he doesn't get to really take an active role in his revenge.... But having to take proper care of a hairless cat is punishment enough in Jason's book, Jesus Christ the GUNK on this fucking goblin. Jay is also forced to be seen in public carrying around a goblin in his hoodie because Tim refused to wear the little sweater Jason got for him online so now here they both are, in the pet store, trying to pick out clothes for THE ugliest little miserable creature Jason has ever seen in his life where everyone can see him and think that it's his cat. That he chose the little bastard. He feels like his reputation is never going to recover from this

As for Bruce, his instincts go absolutely haywire trying to look after all of his kids. He definitely does pick every one of them up by the scruff, though Dick tears him a new one for it. It doesn’t stop him though because he’s stubborn. he just really wants to make sure his kids are clean and nearby, is that really so bad? He also lays on Jason all day and REFUSES to move. Jay wouldn’t allow cuddles as a cat and Now Bruce isn’t giving him the choice XD

[More Cat!Jason here]

#cat!Jason #batfam #batdad #jason todd #bruce wayne #tim drake #dick grayson #Cat!Bruce #Cat!Dick #Cat!Tim #batbros #dc comics

[kzele]

TFP AU: Optimus Dies, Smokescreen gets the Matrix, but he decides to trick everyone (mostly Megatron) into thinking OP is still alive and injured for a tactical advantage.

Background for Smokey's new mindset here: Smokescreen is the sneaky guy of the Autobots and knows that Megatron would be too much to physically fight at this point for him. Even if he were to get a physical boost from the Matrix, it wouldn't be a guarantee. If Optimus (the greatest warrior and leader ever) couldn't do it, then it'd take more than just a bulked-up rookie to beat the King Con. So, instead of getting the standard taller/bigger Matrix upgrade Smokescreen uses the upgrade to (a) merge the Phase Shifter with his systems to make it a permanent ability and (b) he absorbs the energy from the Forge to store it within the Matrix. This way, neither the Forge energy nor the Phase Shifter can tip the balance by getting stolen by the Cons. (Given how we've seen the Matrix be used as storage for the literal Allspark, I figured this wouldn't be too out there. Plus, I've seen fanfics where it turns Smokey into a huge Beastformer and I have no idea where the basis of that came from.)

Now for the MEAT of the AU. He arrives at Darkmount again hoping to do more recon/steal more stuff, to suddenly see it under attack by Ultra Magnus/Team Prime's assault. Smokescreen is like, "Aw, scrap. A non-stealthy assault? And they thought I was the impulsive one. Are they crazy?" Goes to help anyways, natch. Finds Ultra Magnus and sees him about to get his aft kicked by Megatron. He decides that's his cue to help and tries to tell Mags to leave even as Megatron is overwhelming Magnus. Obviously, even after being beaten up, Magnus is all, "That is not proper protocol for you to give me orders. Under whose authority do you think you can call off this assault?" And at first Smokey gets a little insecure because Hello Newbie Prime worries, but then he finally says that Optimus Prime is alive and wants all available Autobots to regroup at his location. That shuts Magnus up and asks why Smokescreen didn't say that in the first place. Megatron is now interested in this info and pieces together that Smokescreen must be the only Autobot that actually knows Prime's location seeing as how Magnus was unaware of Smokescreen's face. Plus, since Magnus is leading this assault, he and the other Autobots were obviously not privy to that knowledge that Prime even survived.

Smokescreen knows that Optimus and Megatron have a LONG history and it hits him that if Megatron still thinks that Optimus Prime is alive then he's going to be much easier to predict. He remembers the Egypt fight and how Megatron gets Optimus tunnel vision. Unfortunately, this same obsession puts a MASSIVE target on Smokey's back and Megs puts a priority alert on his head. Cue Smokescreen thanking his lucky stars for the Phase Shifter as the Autobots scramble out of Darkmount. What follows after the escape is a long-running con of the highest level of audacity.

Part 2: The Lie Exposed (Autobots) and The Lie Continues (Decepticons)

#transformers prime smokescreen #tfp smokescreen #tfp #transformers prime #tfp megatron #transformer prime megatron #tfp ultra magnus #transformer prime ultra magnus

[cyncerity]

it’s been so long since i’ve drawn dsmp vore but i was in a weird mood yesterday and i felt the need to make more Sapnap and Quackity stuff for the Store Shifter AU cause they’re my comfort vore pairing

so here’s just a fluffy soft vore gif of two of my favorite boys before i hit you with soul crushing angst in the next story i’ve been teasing (you’re not ready and i’m not sorry)

#IM ALIVE!! #IM BACK POOKIES!! HOPEFULLY!!! #i’ve been on a south park grind but dsmp has been reering its head so i think they’re evening out #no promises but here’s to hoping #also PLEASE ask stuff!! #i love getting asks #especially for my favorite au!! #there’s stuff in the world for this that’s been getting teased at for over a year at this point #remember if there’s anything you forget you can always check the au tag for all the content #this one -> #store shifter au #cyncerity #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #tw vore #cyn art #g/t #sizeshifter!sapnap au #vore. #soft vore #safe vore #vore gif #vore animation #g/t vore #g/t art #giant/tiny #giant!sapnap #tiny!quackity

[angelikookrecs]

Rec Masterlist By Trope

Alien

Android

Angel

Artist (Including painter!BTS, photographer!BTS, musician!BTS, producer!BTS, writer!BTS, etc)

Athlete

Bad Boy (Including fuck boy!BTS)

Barista

Best Friend's Brother

Break Up (TBA)

Brother's Best Friend

Butler (Including servant!BTS, driver!BTS, etc)

CEO

Christmas (Including winter AU)

Club

Coffee Shop (Including coffee shop owner!BTS, coffee shop manager!BTS, customer!BTS, etc)

College (Including high school AU, student!BTS, teacher!BTS, professor!BTS, etc)

Criminal

Demon

Disability

Divorce

Enemies to Lovers

Established Relationship

Exes to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

Friends with Benefits

Fake Relationship

Fantasy (Including fairy tale AU, genie!BTS, inspired by movies or stories, etc)

Ghost

Hanahaki

Horror

Hospital (Including patient!BTS, clinic AU, pharmacy AU, etc)

Hunter (Including vampire hunter AU, demon hunter AU, etc)

Hybrid (Including dragon!BTS, shifter!BTS, etc)

Idiots to Lovers

Idol

Infidelity (TBA)

Laboratory (Including scientist!BTS)

Lawyer (Including judge!BTS, prosecutor!BTS, etc)

Library (Including librarian!BTS)

Mafia

Marriage

Medical (Including doctor!BTS, nurse!BTS, pharmacist!BTS, etc)

Mermaid (Including siren!BTS)

Military (Including police AU, bodyguard AU, detective AU, soldier AU, war AU, agent AU, etc)

Mythical (Including greek god!BTS, etc) (TBA)

Neighbor

Office (Including secretary!BTS, employee!BTS, intern!BTS, assistant!BTS, etc)

Parent (Including family AU, single parent!BTS, etc)

Platonic (Including best friend!BTS, brother!BTS, friend!BTS, unrequited love AU, etc) (TBA)

Psychic

Pregnancy

Reincarnation

Road Trip

Roommate

Royalty

Store

Strangers to Lovers

Soulmate

Spy

Superhero (Including supervillain!BTS)

Supernatural

Tattoo Artist

Time Travel

Tsundere

Yandere

Vampire

Werewolf

Wizard (Including warlock!BTS)

Zombie (Including zombie apocalypse AU and zombie!BTS)

Others

BTS as Inanimate Objects

Status: deactivated (Fics written by deactivated accounts)

Yoonji

#angelikookrecs masterlist

[ktwritesstuff]

Nothing Else Matters (a Triple Frontier shifters AU) Chapter 6

Title: Nothing Else Matters Fandom: Triple Frontier Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Reader x Triple Frontier Boys reverse harem style Word Count: ~2,000 Summary: Tom's wake leads to a revelation for the pack.

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

Notes: I don't know what else to say...

Technically speaking, you hadn’t been invited to Tom’s service, but you had never known a wake to require an RSVP.  The boys weren’t thrilled about you tagging along to Molly’s, but they agreed Frankie would watch the baby for a few minutes so you could say goodbye. You agreed not to stay for food or drinks or talk to anybody.  But by the time you arrived–for lack of a better term–things were already FUBAR.  The whole house reeked of a female in heat; you couldn’t help but recoil at the smell.  

Will and Frankie intercepted you in the front hallway.  You barely recognized one of their old army colleagues pitching his nose closed–blood staining the front of his dress shirt.  Benny held an ice pack wrapped in a kitchen towel to a sizable lump blooming over the man’s temple, his own knuckles bloody and bruised.

“What the hell happened?” you whispered, handing Luna over to Frankie who seemed all-too-happy to have an excuse to get out of the house.  

“It’s Tess,” Will sighed.  

The pronouncement caught you off guard although you shouldn’t have been surprised.  A heat cycle could be exacerbated, even brought on by stress.  In young females it could be particularly difficult.  It wasn’t the way you would have chosen to bring Tess into the pack, officially, but you couldn’t help but be pleased by the prospect of having another female to balance out the pack.  And with Tom’s lineage, she’d certainly give the boys a run for their money.    

“Anthony was caught off guard–lunged at her,” Will explained, gesturing to the bloodshed in the hall.  “Benny put him down.”

“Oh no,” you frowned.  “Poor Tess.” 

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but glow with pride that Benny had stepped up to look after your own.  You knew Tom would be proud, too, at least after he had gotten over the initial shock.  Shifter genetics were a recessive trait, carried on the X chromosome; still there was roughly a 50/50 chance Tom’s girls would end up recessive carriers of the gene.  

“Maybe you can talk to her,” Will said.

“Do you think Molly is okay with that?” you asked.  As excited as you were to bring Tess back into her natural-born pack, you didn’t want to make this day worse than it already was for Tom’s family.

“I don’t think she’s got a choice,” Will said.  “Pope’s talking to her now.  Tess is in her room.”

“I’ll talk to her,” you agreed.  “If I text you a list, can you run to the store to pick up some things for me?”

Will agreed and you mounted the stairs to Tess’s bedroom on the corner of the landing.  You knocked on the door.  

“Tess, it’s Ginger,” you said.  “Can I come in?”

“Fuck off,” Tess yelled through the door.

“Will told me what happened,” you explained.  “He’s worried about you.  He wanted me to come talk to you.”

You heard a long sigh through the door.  Tess’s puppy crush on Will was one of the worst kept secrets of the pack.  Mentioning it never failed to get Tom riled up, but it was perfectly healthy and natural.  For his part, Will was always tender with her; he never tried to embarrass or abuse her affection.  

You opened the door a crack.  Tess was sprawled across her bed, stripped down to her slip and stockings.  Her face was flushed, and her hair clung to her sweat-damp neck and chest. 

“What is wrong with me,” she moaned, in obvious discomfort.  

“There is nothing wrong with you,” you said, moving toward the bed, drawing her hair off her neck and twisting it into a loose braid.  “It’s true; you’re different from most of your peers, but that doesn’t make it wrong.  Since time immemorial, there comes a time in every young woman’s life when she declares to the world that she is a co-creator of life itself.”

“So I’m just supposed to be a baby factory for any man who comes near me?”

“No,” you snapped, taking Tess’s hands and forcing her to look you in the eyes, her skin feverish and clammy.  

“Never.  That is vicious slander perpetuated by humans who are too afraid to admit that no matter how much time and energy they spend on waxing and dieting and anti-aging potions, at the end of the day they’re still just animals.  You choose your mate.  You decide when to have children.  You decide where.  That is your birthright.”

“Why me?” Tess threw herself back on the bed, still unconvinced of the splendor that being a shifter had to offer.  

“Your father only ever wanted to protect you,” you said.  “Unfortunately, that means there are some things he didn’t prepare you for.  I know we haven’t always gotten along, but we’re family.  I’m here for you.  Let me draw you a bath, you can relax, there’s nothing you need to do but take care of yourself.”  

You went to the bathroom down the hall and gave the tub a quick rinse before filling the tub with lukewarm water and a healthy squirt of Evie’s Mr. Bubbles.  You stepped back into the hallway to fetch fresh towels from the linen closet and that’s when you ran into Molly coming out of the bedroom.  Her face was puffy and red, which made her eyes stand out in a startling shade of green.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face here,” the fiery redhead warned you, putting on a brave face in spite of her obvious grief.  You had to admit she was beautiful; at least Tom had been right about that.

“I’m not here to make trouble,” you said.  “I’m sorry for everything that’s happened, but right now I’m the only one here who knows what Tess is going through.  I just want to help.”  

Molly bushed passed you on her way down the stairs without another word.  You took it as tacit permission to continue routing through her linen closet.  You brought Tess the clean towels and sent her to the bathroom with some implicit instructions on the various applications of a handheld shower head.  

While Tess was in the bath, you changed the bed sheets.  Will arrived with arms full of shopping bags from the Target around the corner and together the two of you started unpacking new pillows and blankets, and a few more intimate personal effects.  

“Put your arms up,” you instructed, tearing the tags off a faux-fur blanket.

Will complied instinctually, but then balked as you scrubbed the blanket against his chest and underarms.

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m getting your scent on this,” you insisted.  “It’ll help.”

Will grumbled in protest, but ultimately relented as you prepared a suitable nest of softness and warmth.  Tess returned from the bathroom in a fresh nightgown and robe.  You made sure she was comfortable with cold water, snacks, and anything else she might need until the mourners had left.      

“Tell me about my father,” Tess said, getting settled into bed. 

“Your father was a great man,” Will said.

“Not you,” Tess cut him off.  “God, I’ve heard that speech a thousand times.  I want to hear it from her.”  

“I met your father in Tehran,” you explained, perching on the end of her bed.  “He could have killed me, but instead he brought me in.  He never treated me like a woman, just another one of his warriors.  I suppose I wasn’t grateful enough for that at the time, but I miss him terribly.”

At the time, the army’s special forces unit of shifters was still in its infancy with Tom as its captain, struggling to make a pack out of lone wolves so far gone they were nearly feral.  Something the higher ups in Washington couldn’t possibly understand.  

You were living as a lone wolf yourself at the time, trying to fly under the radar, but Redfly sniffed you out right away.  Ginger was a red wolf, like him, it was possible you had a common ancestor somewhere down your family line.  The unit had orders to destroy any other wolves who could be used by foreign powers to do the same things Tom and his team were doing for the U.S.  But Tom saw your skill as a healer and knew he could make use of you.

“There was a lot I didn’t understand about Tom,” you said.  “But I know he loved you girls and your mother very much.  He fought against every instinct in order to make a life with you.  He wanted very badly to be a good father, but he was a killer by nature.  I wish I could assure you otherwise, but that’s the truth.” 

Tess nodded solemnly as you finished tucking her into bed before making your way downstairs. 

Will stopped in the kitchen to grab a beer as Santi recounted for the thousandth time the carefully crafted explanation of what had happened in Columbia for another of Tom’s acquaintances from the real estate office.

You stepped out on the porch, taking a seat on the swing, watching Frankie play with Evie in the grass as Benny tossed Luna into the air in a way that made the other mother’s gasp.  Will came out from the kitchen and handed you a cold beer and took a seat beside you. 

“Tess will make a good match for Benny,” you said, leaning on Will’s shoulder as you looked out across the yard.

Will groaned, taking a long drink from his beer as sweat beaded on the outside of the bottle.  

“Not now, but in a few years,” you insisted.  “Once she’s done with college.  I’ll be an old maid by the time Benny’s ready to settle down and start a family.”  

“Don’t hold your breath,” Will warned with a chuckle.  

After a while, Santi came out to the porch, leaning heavily on the door frame.  The sun was starting to set and the crowd of mourners had dwindled.  Frankie brought Evie back up to the porch to hand off to one of her aunties for bedtime rituals and shouldered Luna’s diaper bag.  

“You ready to go?” you said, reaching for Santi’s hand.  He mumbled something that sounded like protest and Will stepped in.  

“You should head out; Benny and I can help with the cleanup.”

“You alright if I ride with Pope?” you asked Frankie as he packed the car.

Frankie agreed and leaned over to kiss your cheek, his fresh stubble tickling your face.  

“I’ll see you back at the house.” 

Santiago insisted on driving, despite how tired he was.  You figured it helped get his mind off things.  You were renting a two bedroom flat about twenty minutes from Will’s apartment.  Before Columbia, Frankie had been staying in a trailer on the airfield, but that had fallen through after his suspension, so he was currently sharing the second bedroom with Luna.  It wasn’t ideal, but you liked having your family close.

“Come here,” you sighed, herding Santiago into the bedroom.  “Let me help you relax.”

You pressed him onto the bed and climbed up to kneel behind him.  You reached around and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt.  You massaged his neck and shoulders with the utmost care, tracing the scars at the base of his neck.  You felt the tension in his muscles start to ease under your hands. 

“That’s better,” you said, moving your body closer.  You slid your hands down his front, undoing a few more buttons as Santiago sighed, letting his head fall back against your breasts.  

“It’s been a long day,” you said, kissing his face and neck, then down his shoulders.  “A hard day.  You deserve a break.  You’ve earned it.”  

You carefully helped him shuck off his shirt.  He let you move him, just this side of dead weight as you ran your hands over his chest and across his waist.  You had to admit he had maintained quite a nice figure despite his advancing years–not that you minded the little belly Frankie had put on around the same time you had gained the bulk of your pregnancy weight–but variety was the spice of life, after all.  

“C’mon,” you said.  “Lay down.  Let me take care of you.”

Santiago stretched out on the bed and you pulled off his shoes and socks, unbuttoned his pants and kissed a trail across his hip as you pulled them down.  You put on a show, unzipping your dress, letting it pool around your feet as you pulled down the cups of your nursing bra and climbed over him.  

You took his shaft in your hand, running your tongue over the swollen tip.  You crawled upwards with a cheeky smile and took his face in your hand, kissing him hard as you lifted yourself onto him, snug muscles gripping the hard pulse of his cock.

You braced yourself placing hands on his chest, lifting yourself up to rock against him.  Santiago hummed sleepily, gripping the swell of your hips.  

“You like that,” you murmured.  “You like how good I take this cock for you.”

You leaned forward to kiss his face, his throat, nipping at his earlobe.  Santiago growled, pulling you into him harder, nuzzling into your face and neck, running his fingers through your hair. 

You ground down against him until he shuddered with his release.  You rolled onto the bed beside him, panting in exhilaration.  You pressed your nose into his cheek, tracing circles against his skin.   

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Hi, it’s Cee I wanttttt (for my first one)

❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ + Tarlos

i'm gonna write this in the shifter au because why not

TK doesn't move when he hears the keys turn in the front door, besides a small flick of his ears at the sound. He texted Carlos that he was coming over, using the hidden key Carlos had recently told him about to get in, but he guesses the man hadn't seen it in time by the small pause he makes when he steps inside.

Carlos ignores TK for the moment and goes upstairs to store his firearm in the safe, like TK has seen him do a handful of times now when going home with him after work.

He only speaks when he comes back downstairs a few minutes later. "Are you wearing my shirt?" he asks as he walks over, sitting next to TK on the couch.

Wearing is a generous term here, as the shirt acts more like a blanket for the fox than an actual piece of clothing. It wraps around him, covering the fox in Carlos' scent and giving him that sense of calm and safety he'd desperately needed right now.

TK peeks at him through the neck hole and lets out a small, quiet bark.

"You know I don't speak fox," Carlos sighs, but it's fond. He reaches under the shirt and cards his hand through the thick fur along TK's spine, smiling when the fox preens under the touch. "Want to go back to two legs and tell me what's up?"

Closing his eyes, TK ignores both him and the question. If he wanted to talk about it, he wouldn't be shifted.

send me a sentence prompt !

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