#tho now i've really got to go back to a/b/o fic and write

[putrid-sex-machine]

KiNKTOBER DAY 15 ☾ CHRiS

PROMPT: size difference, marking & hunter-prey w/ werewolf!chris

WARNINGS/TAGS: smut (obv), werewolf, p in v, unprotected (stay safe), monster fucking, gn afab!reader, slight dub con but nothing serious, chris is an absolute horn dog, one shot, rutting, grinding, pet play if you squint hard enough, size difference, marking, a/b/o themes ig, knotting, idk it’s supposed to be little gross @ parts

A/N: im absolutely feral for werewolf!chris, bro, you have no idea. i was listening to a 3 hour long werewolf ambiance video i found on youtube the whole time i was writing this incase any1 cares. tumblr also didn't save the first like, 3 attempts at starting this fic off so i've got the beginning portion mesmerized by heart atp</3 the openings a biiiit of a drag btw, i apologize. i got a little caught up in the world building lol. it's worth it tho, trust

this fic has nsft content. you have been warned.

You're being chased by a lycan. You think so at least. It's the only plausible conclusion you can come to, based off nothing but fleeting glances. Then again its not whats chasing you that you're worried about, rather the fact you're separated from your team, low on ammo, and in the middle of the woods, defenseless. Far from ideal.

Your lungs ache, your legs ache, your whole body aches, really, joints threatening to give out due to overuse. But you can't stop to rest now. Not when the lycan (you think) is hot on your trail, gaining on you no matter how fast you run. You think briefly about calling out for help on the off chance a team member of yours miraculously manages to hear it. You're quick to dismiss it, though. Making sound will do you more harm than good. Besides, Captain Redfield is out in these woods somewhere. Surely he can't be too far.

You continue running, dodging trees and roots expertly, all while ignoring the branches scratching ruthlessly at your face. There's no time to rest, no time to regroup. You have to keep going.

And you do... until you're no longer running, years of military training ultimately failing you as you find yourself face-first on the forest floor, pain searing through your body. Fuck. A quick once-over confirms two things; 1. you, in fact, didn't trip and aren't an absolute failure to your team; 2. you've been caught. Easier on your conscience but still not good. The sheer weight on your back is enough to make your heart race, struggling doing nothing to deter it. If this is a lycan, it's the biggest you've ever encountered. Impossibly so.

There's a snout pressing uncomfortably into your neck, the padded skin strangely warm. The creature huffs, sharp claws threatening to dig into your sides as it holds you in place, smelling you.

You hear your name, a soft, animalistic growl, the creature’s hot breath fanning against your neck as it speaks. Your heart just about stops. You know that voice.

“Captain?” you manage, your voice small and breathless, practically suffocated beneath the lycan’s— no —Captain Redfield’s chest. There’s a grunt, his nose shoving further into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

It takes all that remains of Chris’ self control to not ravage you right then and there. But your eyes are wide, practically trembling beneath him, the intoxicating smell of fear radiating off you in waves. No, no, no, he doesn’t want you to scare you. He flips you into your back in one quick movement, seemingly thinking you seeing his monstrous form will help sooth you. He licks your cheek, nuzzling further into you.

The word werewolf is really the only thing you can think of to describe him. With everything you’ve been through, this isn’t that strange. Not any less disturbing though. He’s massive — easily 8 feet tall — towering over you, pinning you to the ground with nothing but his absurd weight. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t do something for you.

And fuck, Chris can’t help himself, not with you under him like this, entirely defenseless, that hint of fascination in your eyes as you stare up at him oh so sweetly. He needs you. All at once he’s hit with the overwhelming need to have you, to breed. Really, it’s a miracle he’s managed to starve it off this long. He ruts against your stomach with a shaky gasp, unable to help himself, soft shameful whispers of “m’so sorry,” leaving him as he does.

“Fucking… need you,” he growls, panting softly as he continues humping against your abs. You whine, unable to so much as struggle against Chris as he pleasures himself on your shirt. An unfamiliar need courses through your veins. You hadn’t realized how goddamn pent up you were until now.

Chris flips you back onto your stomach, all self control out the window as he tears your pants open in one quick slash. You shutter. The mental image of how sharp his claws must be has you strangely wet. Those were combat pants.

“M’sorry… Jus’ wan’ you so bad,” he whines, his cock head pressing against your entrance. “M’so fuckin’ sorry… Need you. Need to fill you.”

You don’t have time to formulate a response, Chris’ patience running thin as he shoves himself inside you. You scream, burning, white hot pain searing through you. Chris stiffens, attempting to give you time to adjust to the stretch, but clearly unable to control himself. He continues rutting into as you cry out, a clawed hand wrapping around your face, attempting to silence you.

“M’sorry… So fuckin’ sorry… Can’t help it— Can’t— hah S’too fuckin’ good. Need you so bad.”

You don’t know what to do with yourself, you can’t even think. His knot rams into your clit, unable to fit just yet and only working to overstimulate you further. You can’t focus on anything other than the intense pain and pleasure, sobbing stupidly on his cock. It feels like you’ve been split in half. You have to be bleeding now.

Chris can’t stop himself, hips snapping into yours as he desperately chases his high. He still has the mind to feel bad though, apologizing with every thrust, uselessly attempting to slow himself.

“M’so fuckin’ sorry… You’re takin’ me s…fuck so well… Thank you. Thank you s‘much.”

You can’t even think of a reply, not when you’re being fucked better than you’ve ever been. Not with your face shoved into Chris’ hand, his calloused palm swallowing up your guttural moans. Not with all his weight on you like this, his big, beefy chest pressed up against your back, forearm easily holding you up, positioning you just how he wants.

He’s reaching so deep inside now, his tip ramming into your g-spot head on with every thrust, the overstimulation making your body twitch uselessly. You can’t fucking breathe, choking on your own spit as your eyes roll back, back arching instinctively into Chris’ hips. You’re practically suffocating. You’ve never wanted anything more than this.

And it’s all so sloppy, too. You’re drooling all over Chris’ hand and he’s smearing it across your face, all while as he slobbers all over your damn shoulder. The lewd sound of his hips snapping against your ass is deafening, somehow even louder than the pitiful squelching of your pussy around him. He’s growling in your ear now, soft useless whines leaving his mouth as he curses into your shoulder, chanting little fuck, fuck, fucks as you feel yourself getting closer.

“Taking me s’well, taking me s’fuckin’ well,” he practically howls. “M’gonna fill you… Gonna fill you with my pups. Gonna make you take them.”

You can’t help but nod stupidly, hips slamming back to meet Chris’ whimpering and whining like a goddamn dog. You can tell he’s close, his thrusts growing uncoordinated as he babbles senselessly. Your cunt burns as an orgasm tears through you, momentarily blacking out. Your satisfaction is short lived, though, as Chris shows no signs of stopping, continuing to abuse your cunt despite it all. You have no choice but to take it, attempting to cry out and make him stop, your pleas muffled by your Captain’s hand.

Even when he cums he shows no signs of stopping, continuing to fuck his seed into your stupid hole as your body’s wracked with another orgasm. You’ve lost track of how many you’ve had now, barely capable of distinguishing them from the never ending overstimulation. You can barely breathe. It’s all too much… it’s been too much.

You want this.

[decimalpointed]

So I'm working on 3 fics right now. Getting the dialog right is kinda killing me a little bit. I keep writing it out in my head and then I forget how I got the characters from step 1 to step 2. Its frustrating.

I've also been pretty tentative about interacting with people again so much in fandom spaces. But I love bouncing ideas around and love hearing what others have to say. So like I wanna do that, I wanna interact, but damn it I'm back in my shy anxiety bubble and dunno how to make friends 😅 Someone slide into my DMs and let me ramble at you. Only if you are an adult tho. No minors.

Anyway here's an update of what I'm working on since I'm at work and no one else showed up to this fucking meeting so I'm writing on tumblr instead.

I started Dreams Like Deadly Things which is gonna be a Steddie exploratory piece into angst in regards to gender and kink and of course some drugs thrown in to get the ball rolling. Writing gender stuff is kind of new for me in general but its only supposed to be like 5 chapters which are mostly smut and angst. One small chapter is posted and chapter 2 is started and killing me with writing the dialog.

I've started Creature Comforts, which is a Steddie body and psychological horror about losing humanity and trying to find it again. This one i wanna explore some heavier themes like cannibalism, loss of self, and the awful dread of knowing the impending loss of self but cant stop it. This one is not posted at all. Waiting till I have it a bit more fleshed out. May never get posted lol.

I've also started Beneath Fur and Fang (title pending) which is my first foray into A/B/O dynamics even though its pretty nontraditional ABO and not intended to be like filthy smut. This one's a Harringroveson as werewolves with some depressing lore and chalk full of a bunch of ideas im really excited about but its gonna be a long one. Also features heavy angst and heavy themes like animalistic behavior, death of children, unhealthy dynamics, unhealthy coping mechanisms and some stuff i won't put on tumblr . The base social needs of predators really fascinates me. Also this one is gonna be gross on a lot of levels. Like I keep going back and forth by how dark I want a certain scene to be but it would be exceedingly disgusting and I would need to dead dove tag it. Decisions decisions. Anywho, started but also not posted but its the one im most invested in. Also at a loss for certain plot points.

[fonulyn]

3, 13, 28, 37, 38, 39 for the writer meme

thank you for asking! :D

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

ehhhhhh I try to never say never because you can often find some kind of circumstances where pretty much anything works? :'D but there are a lot of tropes i'm not very drawn towards. most notably maybe A/B/O, which seems very popular in a lot of fandoms.

but tropes are good! even the most cliche idea can be fun to write and that's what we're in this for, fun :'D so who knows!

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

already answered this. but uhm. another one could be the "don't be afraid to use the characters actual names" because honestly, repeating them won't sound stupid. coming up with a new way to refer to a character in every sentence is what rather pulls the reader out of the moment, if anything.

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

i think i'm gonna mention @tirsynni and @kneesofthebee at once, because the reasoning is pretty much the same lol: I really enjoy both their characterizations, and I really like their clear, concise writing styles! it's always so nice to read. plus, both of them have written very excellent nivannedy, which is a direct route into my heart :'D

as for the third, hm. i think i'm gonna be self-centered for a moment here and say me :'D simply because I give me what I want!

37. Talk about your current wips.

right now I'm actively working on two nivannedy fics; one is a direct sequel to the self-indulgent verse, and pretty much picks up where the previous part left off. i'm so excited to get them further in their journey :D this next part isn't yet going to be where I get them married lmao but we're getting there!

another one I'm working on right now is based on a dream I had lmao. Piers and Leon have history, but Leon broke it off a bit over a year before the fic takes place. and then they're stuck together trying to save a bunch of children from an infected village, and of course old feelings flame up again :'D

i've got a bunch of other fics I'm planning but those I haven't actually started properly writing? always happy to talk about those too tho if anyone's interested.

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

this is gonna sound like such a cop-out but honestly, any and all of them. every single time I get a comment notification I light up like a damn christmas tree, I kid you not :'D i go from :((( to :DDDD in a second ahaha. but I gotta admit, the comments that actually point out what parts of the fic they enjoyed, maybe even quote stuff back at me? those are the absolute best.

39. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

I've been incredibly lucky and haven't gotten many mean comments. there's one that sometimes still pops up in my head but nowadays it doesn't cause more than a tinge of irritation anymore, thankfully. and idk. thus far I've just deleted them. I don't want to see them in the fic, I don't want to engage with them if they're just being rude, so deleting the comment seems like the most efficient way to go. but I do often show them to a friend or two first, to talk it through, both to make myself feel better and to see if there's actually some point to the comment i should consider.

thanks for asking, again! :D