#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.”

[screamingviridianforest]

Wait wait wait for the shifter!reader au, i just knooooooow price is the dad TM that doesn't want the cat and then a week later, BAM, is the one doing most of the coddling and spoiling.

And i literally mean buying the best fish for kitty, cuddling while watching football, baby talking, the whole shebang.

And i headcanon that the cat doesn't like simon very much, always listens to soap and just looooves biting and chewing on him, and the 141 knows that if kyle is in another room, that's where kitty is going to be. no one can keep kitty in the room if gaz is in another one shshshsh

No this is literally adorable and i love this idea

Price is definitely the one to do all the research for catshifter!reader. At first, it's just food, claiming if he didn't want to eat it, neither should you. That and you refused the cheap kibble they picked at the corner store while heading home after just picking you up.

"I think you're goin' a lil' overboard..." Soap murmurs as Price writes down a list of vet recommended food and treats, and a list of raw foods cats often enjoyed too.

"Kibble is the cat version of an MRE. Do you want to eat an MRE every day for the rest of your life with no change?" Price quips back, and it shuts Soap up pretty quickly.

~

Then, the cuddles start. While you mainly lay with Gaz or Soap because they handle you the best, Price is quickly raising in the ranks. Afternoon naps curled up on his chest were amazing, his heartbeat soothing you to sleep. Though the boys were mad, you stole their spot.

"Think we can kick the cat off and steal the spot?" Simon mutters under his breath, Gaz playfully shoves him.

"Don't you dare, they're finally bonding!" Is Gaz's whisper-shouted response.

~

Gaz and Soap are the ones who tag team toys. They quickly learn your preferences and stock up on that. With plenty of cat trees and scratching posts so you'd stop scratching Simon's bed.

Most times, though, you end up asleep on one of their laps(Kyle's, probably), while they keep themselves entertained. The toys were great for when they were gone, though.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Second Best 7

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lee Bodecker

Summary: The newly-single sheriff sets his eye on an unexpected match.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You hurt. Bad. Your insides are on fire and your soul is raw. You lean into the car door as each bump along the back roads jostles you and makes you whimper. You watch out the window without seeing. 

There’s a sudden radiating agony in you as something slaps against your knee. You squeak and look at the sheriff’s hand as he squeezes and purrs. You hug yourself tighter as he rubs the cap and creeps further up your thigh. 

“Dang, girl, I’m startin’ to go again,” he snickers as he kneads you through the denim, I could have your ass around me all over again.” 

His snarl makes you shudder. You’re sickened by him. His voice, his touch, his very being. And you’re disgusted with yourself. With what he did to you. You're scalded by the burning deep inside of you. 

“So, vanilla?” He draws his hand away reluctantly and rests it on the shifter, his other thumb lazily hooked around the bottom of the wheel. “Though now you might want something more adventurous... how about some double fudge or... rocky road?” 

His laughter makes you shrink. You lower your eyes at the glaze of hot tears and mop them with the back of your hand. What’s done is done but it doesn’t make it any better now it’s over. You can feel him. You don’t think you’ll ever forget it. 

“Aw, don’t get quiet on me, kitten,” he taunts, “we had some good fun. Don’t ya worry, I’m not embarrassed. Ya can tell Greta all about me. Maybe y’all can share notes.” 

He laughs again and you hide behind your hands, “please...” 

“You don’t gotta be so sensitive. It’s what ya do. Coulda had your pussy if I wanted,” he clicks his tongue, “I was nice just tearing up your rear.” 

“I don’t... I don’t want any ice cream. I want to go home,” you gulp down a sob. 

“Now, now, I ain’t gonna be some deadbeat like that. I owe you a proper date, don’t I? ‘Less you that type of gal.” 

“I didn’t....” want that. 

You can’t finish. You know he doesn’t care. That this isn’t some valiant gesture. A date? No, he’s torturing you. Still. 

He pulls up outside the grocery store and you sink down, overly aware of all the people on the street. There’s no way they don’t see you with the sheriff. He won’t let them miss it. 

“Go on, grab us a table,” he winks, “I’ll go in an get us a scoop. Still set on vanilla?” 

You look at him sharply and press a shaky hand to your chest, “don’t make me do this, sheriff.” 

“Make you do what, now? I’m being awfully fucking nice,” he reaches to grab you by the chin, “I treated ya to something thick, now let me get ya something sweet.” 

He’s so gross. You knew that already but each word is twisted like a knife in your already shredded insides. You lower your lashes, “sorry, sir.” 

He hums and pushes his thumb up to your lower lip, playing with it, “now that’s a good girl. Sir...” He wiggles in his seat, “you’re gettin’ me riled again.” He trails his hand down your neck and pushes your hand away from your chest. He cups your tits and squeezes, pushing you back with the force of his grope. He growls and rips his hand away, “goddamn, you go get a table.” 

He unbuckles his seat belt and leans back as he undoes his fly. He reaches down the front of his pants and grabs himself, tucking his tip up under the band of his brief. He does up and lets out a smoky exhale. 

“Maybe on the way back, huh.” He opens his door and pauses to glance over at you, “you hold up over there.” He gets out and hurries around the hood. He comes around to open your door and waves his arm extravagantly as he urges you out, “ya know I’m the old-fashioned type. A real gentleman.” 

You don’t look up. You get out and murmur a thanks, knowing better than to forget that small courtesy. You know someone you know will see because everyone knows everyone. You turn your head as you shuffle past him. 

“I’ll grab the table by the wall,” you utter.” 

“I’ll find ya, kitten,” he purrs. 

You walk away from him and cross to the table in the shade. You’re hoping being far enough away from the street might at least be subtle. You sit on the bench and stifle a yelp. Oh god. You fold your arms on the table and hang your head, taking deep breaths as you try to sooth the pain. 

What happened? What did he do? You’re not some silly girl, you aren’t saving yourself for some prince charming but that was not what you ever imagined. That was... 

You inhale and raise your head, putting your hands to the side of your neck. You stare off into the leaves across the lot and they blur into orbs; shades of green rustling in the sunlight. You could get up and go but that won’t help you. That’s what got you into this whole mess. 

You wince as the sheriff blocks the view of the trees. He sits across from you and offers you a cone. You take it, turning it in your hand as you examine the already dripping scoop. 

“Cherry cheesecake,” he winks. 

You don’t know if it’s another joke. Cherry. Popping your cherry. Ugh. It’s so nasty the way they talk about it. 

“Oh, thank you.” 

“They were all outta vanilla,” he shrugs, “got me some chocolate swirl.” 

You nod and adjust the napkin to catch the melting cream. He eagerly licks his own, watching you as he does, spreading his tongue wide as his cheek dimples. You’re repulsed by the vision of him hungrily lapping up the ice cream. 

“Go on,” he encourages you, “you got a pretty mouth, don’t ya?” 

You sniff and look at the scoop. You slowly bring it closer and flick your tongue across the sweet melty treat. He growls as he watches you and slurp up some of the mess trickling down his fingers. 

“Mm, I like to watch ya work,” he chortles, “make sure ya don’t tire yourself out,” he slips his hand under the table, his arm moving slightly, back and forth as he rubs himself. “We got a long ride home, ain’t we?” 

[sinful-lanterns]

So I've had thoughts about Stargazer in the Monster AU... 👀 She had a 3-star outfit in the the store a few weeks ago, so based on that appearance along with her feline familiars in it, I think she could be a large cat shifter. Maybe a very large sand cat. They tend to be solitary desert creatures and, like most cats, very independent, which fits Stargazer very well to me if you played through her event. Because of how spread out their population is, sand cats normally have to travel long distances to even find a mate (their mating call actually sounds similar to a dog bark which is hilarious to me 😂), and I imagine once Shifter!Stargazer found our dear Researcher, she'd be quite reluctant to let them go. 😏 If you consider Egyptian mythology as well, cats were also quite revered back then and considered magical, so she could still have powers in the Monster AU too! Mostly, I'm just happy thinking about Shifter!Stargazer with her rough cat tongue and the spiny nubs on her cock to pleasure you while she focuses on putting a nice healthy litter of kittens into you... 😌 - 🌙 anon

I actually think Stargazer would make a good Sphinx Monster tbh. It sorta fits the sand cat description you’ve got going on, and it allows Stargazer to have that spiny nubbed cock that Researcher would definitely take an interest in 🤭

I can see the Researcher being given a riddle by Stargazer while exploring the sandy desserts, and despite Stargazer expecting the Researcher to fail, she surprises her and answers the riddle easily. (The Researcher is quite smart so, makes sense lol)

Stunned that this little human managed to crack her complex riddle, Sphinx! Stargazer is immediately intrigued and begins purring at the Researcher quite affectionately. I can see Nekomata! Angell growling a bit when she sees this other cat monster getting too close to the Researcher, so that’ll definitely be an interesting rivalry when Stargazer inevitably joins the group.

In exchange for solving her riddle? Stargazer allows the Researcher to have a favor. Her requested favor? To see her cock of course!

Sphinx! Stargazer is surprised, yet smug at the same time as she indulges in the Researcher’s request. And the Researcher is definitely not disappointed at what she saw underneath those robes~ 💕

[loop-hole-319]

South Park Monster AU

Stan - werewolf, He can't hunt because the sight of blood terrifies him. Had a panic attack the first time he saw Kyle shed his antlers. Was separated from his family by poachers and witnessed his pack be skinned alive before Wendy saved him. Can't he can't shift away his legs, tail and ears because of the trauma. Codependent relationship both Wendy and Kyle and must be next to one or the other. Dating Wendy, in a queer platonic relationship with Kyle. Smallest wolf form of the shifters. He is in charge of forageing and gathering.

Wendy - Kumiho, Has the highest kill count of poachers and other monster hunters. Before she joined the caravan, her goal was to kill as many poachers as possible and to take down every camp she came across. Her new goal is to escort the caravan to the safe zone. She is the leader of the werewolves in the caravan and is in charge of making big decisions. She and Kyle basically the leaders of the caravan.

Red/Rebecca - Huldra foxtail variant, She was going to kill and eat Clyde when the caravan stopped by a town. The group had sent some disguised members in together for supplies. She joined the caravan when she realized they were headed south to the Al's monster reserve. She is in charge of blending in with humans and the occasional shopping in towns.

Bebe - Secretary Bird Harpy, Bebe meet the caravan by decapitating a Hunter who was chasing Ike and Tricia while they were playing a little too far from camp. She and Tweek most often take up guard duty for the caravans campsites.

Butters - Cockatiel Harpy, Was raised in captivity for his entire life as a victim was the monster pet trade. His owners were abusive and also never let him sing. This caused him to stress pluck his feathers. Kenny helped teach him how to fly after rescuing him. They joined the caravan a year after he was freed. Got shot by a hunter and had to ride on Kyle until he healed.

Kenny - Reanimated corpse, Dating Butters who he saved from his abusive owners. Hollowed out his chest cavity to make room for storage. Sometimes he carries Karen in there, they like to play Kangaroo and Joey. He doesn't remember anything about his past life, but he woke up in a creepy Hunter's taxidermy cabin. Once he ate Kyle's velvet shed. This made Stan pass out. Cartman calls him a "shitty piece of taxidermy".

Karen - Voodoo Doll, She knows for a fact that Kenny Is her big brother, she can feel it in her soul. Is the 2nd smallest of the entire group. She stores needles and thread in her body for her and her brothers repairs. She is either carried by Kenny, flies with Butters or rides in one of Kyle's saddle bags.

Tweek - Imp, Freaked the fuck out the first time he saw Kyle shed his antlers. Dating Craig. Was scared of Tricia at first but now will Carry her whenever she asks. He Butters and Bebe are scouts for the caravan. But after Butters was shot down by a hunter he refuses to fly above the tree line. He has ripped a hunters arm off in defence of Craig. If a human gets too close to the caravan's campsite, he will become hysterical and attack the human Hunter. His sense of smell is slightly better than the Harpy's.

Craig - Fuzzy Horned Cyclops, (Yes from that one comic) Poachers got his parents, leaving him in charge of Tricias safety. He is determined to her, himself and Tweek to Big Gay Al the Wizard's monster sanctuary. They both lack depth perception and have a better sense of smell than the Werewolves in their human forms.

Tricia - Fuzzy Horned Cyclops, She takes advantage of the fact that she is small and gets free rides from Kyle. She and will constantly run it in Cartman's face at every chance she gets. Loves to sit in the loaf position on Kyle's rump and flick him off. Craig and Kyle told her to hide his saddlebacks when they run into hunters. She is petrified of hunters and poachers.

Jimmy - Satyr, Legs are still fucked up but he plays the pan flute outstandingly well. Whenever the caravan is separated he will play certain songs to communicate with the others. He is in charge of giving signals to the caravan when they are spread out. Kyle gives him free rides whenever he wants. Once jousted a man off of a motorcycle while riding Kyle. His alert songs mimic bird calls.

Clyde - Werewolf, He met the caravan while they were setting up camp for the night. He had recently lost his pack and didn't know how to hunt so he was starving. Clyde bit Kyle on the ass and then got his nose broken and knocked out with a kick for his efforts. Even several months later he is wary of standing directly behind Kyle. Is dating Bebe, she calls him her baby girl. Has PTSD from the poacher attack on his pack. Good friends with Stan because of their similar trauma. Terrified of gunshots.

Tolkien - Werewolf with direwolf ancestry, His dire Wolf blood is several generations diluted so he isn't as big but is still the third biggest of the caravan. When He was a puppy, he was shot in his right arm by a hunter giving him a limp in Wolf form.

Kyle - Red deer Cervitaur, His grandma on his mom's side was a Jersey Devil completely replacing his deer nerves with Jersey rage. Craig and Kenny have an agreement with him that if things go to shit because he is to take the little siblings and run. He can run up to 35 mph if no one is on his back. He is the dedicated mom friend of the group and will force anyone who is injured to ride on his back. Doesn't understand Kenny's jokes about 'riding' him. His summer migration spot was right next to Stan's den causing them to become best friends, although due to hunters he stopped coming 3 years ago. Stan thought he was dead and they had an emotional reunion. He doesn't pronk unless he is extremely happy only Stan and Cartman have seen him do it before.

Ike- Moose Faun, Although he is one of the smallest of the caravan, he will grow to be the tallest of the group. He knows he'll grow up to be absolutely massive so he takes as many rides from his brother as he can now. One of his strongest memories is hiding under Kyle's cloak snuggled up to his back in the dead of winter, a little bit before they meet Eric. Likes to play RAM with Tricia as they both only have nubs for horns.

Blanket - Parakeet Harpy, Was taken from his nest at a young age by poachers. But was rescued by Kyle when he went on a murderous rampage through the camp for trying to take his brother. Can be found sitting on Kyle's antlers or nesting in his fluff. Best friends with Karen. Is the smallest of the group.

Cartman - Gargoyle, The only animated gargoyle of a burnt out mansion. He came to life after the mansion was abandoned with only the company of the ghosts of the former residents and a and drunkered Cherub. He was out looking for the monster hunting party that had been harassing him when he met Kyle who had been hurt by one of their traps. Kenny and him take the night shift because neither of them need sleep. Is the only one of the caravan to never have ridden on Kyle and this pisses him off. Good friends with Ike and Blanket One of his horns is broken from a gunshot.

Timmy - Merfolk, His disability prevents him from transforming his tail into legs. He lived in the lake next to the hunter's cabin that the caravan hunkered down at for the winter. He met them when they travel to the lake for water. He has a service cockatrice named Gobbles, who looks like he's been run over several times. He joined the Caravan at the end of winter and road on a sled that Stan had built.

"God damnit Clyde and Stan! Your supposed to ferocious fucking werewolves! Not a couple of prissy little purse dogs who sit there pissing themselves while they're kick ass girlfriends do all the work!"

- Cartman after he had to take a bullet for Kyle because the two of them froze up when a hunter pulled a gun out. He's fine, He's bullet resistant.

[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.

[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.

[sladerobinweek]

Is it possible to see(have a list of?) the other suggested prompts (which aren’t in the final pick) from the form which just closed so that we can use some of them for the free day? I hope this is no bother! ^^

I can do that! See under the read-more for the full list (only editing done is some filtering into lists I did initially, and the removal of winners) of all submitted prompts:

SladeRobin Week 2024 Submitted Prompts:

"I'm tired of hating you.”

"I never said I was the good guy."

"This isn't what it looks like."

“I won't fail you.”

“We are all pretty.”

“You should smile more.”

“I don’t like penetration.”

“It’s yours, take it.”

“Make me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You don’t have to stay.”

Premature Ejaculation

Mutual Noncon

Weapon Insertion

Orange Pirate Boots Kink

Murder Kink

Lingerie

Chastity Devices

Surprise Heat

Pleasure Whether They Like it or Not

Undernegotiated Kink

Frottage

Aftercare

Orgasm Denial

Male Squirting

Coming Untouched

Arkham-verse

Flashpoint Universe

Babysitter AU

Ravager Lives AU

Bachelor AU

Olympics AU

Shifter AU

Trucker AU

Dragons AU

Football Coach/Cheerleader

Killer/Detective

Assassin/Royalty

Soulmate-Identifying Marks

Omegaverse Same Dynamic

(Robin) Using Deathstroke’s Sword

Rose Finds Out

Robins compete to fuck Slade first

Contract on a Batkid

Slade claims the Bat pack

Lion!Slade

Slade + 2 Robins

Batman!Slade

Slade’s Past

Meta Inhibitor Collar

Accidentally Wore the Same Outfit

Shaving Other with Straight Razor

Grocery Store Meet Cute

The Inherent Homoeroticism of Men’s Sports

Crushing on an In-Law

Baseball

Dragon 

Wish

Mirror

Cats

Stray

Trust

Misunderstandings

Courting

Captivity

Competitiveness

Ownership

Galas

Princess

Holiday

Smoking

Fever

Babysitting

Betrayal

Sparring

Choking

Crying

Drunkenness

Gay Discovery

Dynamic/Power Swap

Age Reversal (or, young!Slade/older!Robin)

Bad Guys Win

On-Again Off-Again Relationship

Political Marriage

Accidental Relationship

Gunpoint Wedding

Hurt/Comfort

Outside POV

Fake Dating

Accidental Baby Acquisition

Hanahaki Disease

Established Relationship

Identity Reveal

Identity Shenanigans

Love Potion

Daddy Issues

Playing Chicken

Knife to the Throat

First Time

Texting Miscommunication

Pushed to the Brink

Second Choice

Reluctant Hero

Secret Meeting

Hidden Talent

Costume Swap

Impersonating One Another

Civilian Hookup

Tracking Device

Guard Dog

Old Wounds

Opening Up

Shared Trauma

Old Sins Resurface

Son/Daughter Issues

Daddy’s Business Rival

My Best Friend’s Dad

Super Soldier Stamina

Unexpected Mercy

Pain as Punishment

Hunt for Sport

Tag Chaser

Lesser of Two Evils

Unlikely Savior

Messy History

Cottage in the Forest

Surprise Kid/Pregnancy

Baby Fever

[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!

[books-and-strawberry-tea]

Books I always forget about cause they are on my kindle:

Am I the only one like this? I always forget what I have when its a digital collection. I've been collecting since I bought my kindle. I read heaps on my kindle. But I just keep adding more and more to my collection. So here's a list of books a want to read that's on there. If anyone has any feed back or recommendations about my list, please leave a comment! Also if you decide to look into the books on this list, be aware some are 18+ and have TW.

Vampires: Hollow - Legend (Series) Tethered (series) Court (started) The southern book clubs guide to slaying vampires (Started) Twilight (series) Court of the vampire queen (40%) From blood and ash Bitten and bound Vampire academy Die for you (aus) The vampire in the bookstore Bound to the vampires Empire of the vampire - Empire of the damned (series) Feathers so vicious (series) House of crimson hearts Shade of a blood moon blood oath - shadow heart - twisted soul (series)

Manga: Somethings wrong with us (Manga) Say i love you (Manga)

Contemporary/contemporary romance/dark romance ect: Den of vipers The predator The ritual Things we never got over The virgin suicides Ninth house - Hell bent (series) God of Malice Hate mail Hate (JAMES) Bridget jones diary Hunting adeline (Started) Kiss the sky The seven husbands of evelyn hugo Moments of mayhem Lights out Mine (AK ROSE) Falling leaves Twisted friction Saint - sinner - priest - midnight mass (series) Love of my after life Theif (MASSERY)

Fantasy/fantsy romance: The spell shop Yumi and the nightmare painter Gideon the ninth Kingdom of blood and betrayal (35%) - A kingdom of venom and vows (series) Heir of the beast (series) Whispers of the deep The crimson moth The orchid and the owl (started) The song of the marked A court of silver flames (started) Half a soul (series) The god and the gumiho A discovery of witches Psycho fae - psycho shifters - (series) Daughter of the moon goddess (30%) - Heart of the sun warrior Powerless The liars crown Forged by malice - bonded by thorns - Woven by gold (series) Heaven officials blessings The dragons bride Dark heir - dark rise (series) Legends and lattes Lightlark - Nightbane (ugh) The very secret society of irregular witches One dark window - two twisted crowns (series) The invisible life of addie larue One little nightmare Daughter of no worlds The unmaking of June farrow Feather so black Songbird of the sorrows What is dark within me (series) A dream so wicked - Sleeping beauty retelling Of darkness and ruination

Ghosty/Hauntings/Spirits/Halloweenie ect: When stars come out Black silk and Sympathy (Aus) Love letters to a serial killer Good girl bad blood (started) - as good as dead (series) House of hollow Chlorine Carving for cara Her soul to take (series) A soul to keep The curse of the flores women The haunting of blackwych grange Leather and lark Starling House A deadly education Spells for forgetting Rouge In the clearing (aus) In a dark mirror Creations captive

Japanese stories: 夏物語 (Breasts and Eggs JP ver) The full moon coffee shop If cats disappeared from the world (ENG/JP) Conveniance store woman Butter コーヒーが冷めないうちに - 川口 俊和 Days at the morisaki bookshop (series)

[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

[cyncerity]

uni started so i’ve been busy recently and haven’t had much time to update things, but i do have this Store Shifter karlnapity doodle of the fiancés just being sweet cause i’ve been very mean to them in my recent stories lol

[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.)

[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

🍮🍮🍮

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.

[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.

[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)