#cod wolf au

[wispscribbles]

sorry for the like spam but 🫠😩😭😖 YOU!! your Soap is cartoon-worthy, as in I need you to get a contract for an ATLA-lvl show (which I would watch). He expresses love for Ghost the way I would. & them as PUPPIES?! I love wolves SO MUCH?!!! & yours look so soft together! Simon & Johnny w/their respective rugged beards, looking 🔥. The body type you gave Ghost is gorgeous & realistic. & finally: the color portrait of him, with all his scars. There’s so much DETAIL! The coloring is like he’s rendered! I kept scrolling back up JUST to look at him 🥰

I LOVE when ppl spam likes and reblogs, and I get to see them go through my entire page /gen !!! It's the best feeling <33 Thank you so much for everything you said - ATLA animated 141 show when?? I'd watch that. And thanks for reminding me of wolf ghoap, it's been a hot minute since I've drawn the puppers

[guineapigzwei]

Training

Platonic 141 x Wolf

I have NO idea how to write a fight scene bare with me.

"Give up Jonny, your beat." Soap wriggled and squirmed under Ghost.

"Alright alright, I give up you win." Soap sighed as Ghost released him, "One day Lt one day I will beat you."

Gaz snickered, "Yeah that will be the day."

"Ok, who's next?" Ghost cracked his knuckles.

Wolf walks onto the mat, "Don't go easy on me just because I'm a girl."

Ghost looks to Price, "Just don't kill her."

Ghost nods and readied his stance and Price gave the go-ahead. Ghost charged at Wolf and swung. Wolf dodged and kicked the back of his leg forcing Ghost to kneel.

Taking this opportunity, she wrapped her arm around his neck and swung her body around Ghost, knocking him off balance and sending them to the floor. Ghost tried to grab Wolf, but she now had him in a headlock with her thighs around his neck and his arm pinned.

"Holy shit!" Gaz and Soap gasped

"Alright, I yield." Ghost tapped out. Wolf unwrapped her legs from Ghost's neck and released his other arm.

"You good?" Wolf helped Ghost to his feet.

Soap, Price, and Gaz sat with their jaws on the floor. Wolf steps out of the mat.

"What?"

"You beat Ghost." Gaz said still in disbelief. Soap had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Nice job kid." Price smiles and pats her on the head. "First time I've seen Ghost get his ass handed to him."

Ghost grunted

"Now there are three people who can kick Soap's ass." Gaz chuckles

"Bloody hell, you got lucky and I slipped when I fought Wolf." Soap grumbles.

"Wanna rematch Soap?" Gaz smirked and he walked on the mat.

"Don't go crying to Price when I kick your butt." Soap gets into his fighting stance.

"Funny I was about to tell you the same thing." Gaz

10 minutes later

"Bloody hell!" Soap grunts as Gaz pins him to the mat.

"You give up?" Gaz taunts.

Soaps sighs, "Yes."

"Wells that's the end of training today, good job as always boys and girl." Price grabs his hat off the bench, "I have a meeting in ten, Soap Gaz, don't do anything stupid."

Price leaves

"Hey Soap you still owe me a rematch in mario kart." Wolf says.

"Oh, so the wee lass is feeling lucky today." Soap chuckles.

"No, I just feel bad for you losing your fights today. She giggles.

Soap frowns, "Why are you so mean."

Gaz and Wolf snicker, "Alright you lot, let's go." Ghost sighs.

"Come on Soap, after lunch you beat me in any game." Wolf pats Soap's back.

"Shoots and ladders"

"I fucking hate you." Wolf groans.

[bluegiragi]

cockatrice (part 2)

early access + nsfw on patreon

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werewolf lore drop ahead!!

although werewolves are classified as a shifter-type monster (same as Horangi or the cockatrice) they're actually unique in a hidden way. Horangi is a hybrid whose lineology originates from the first pureblood haetaes, which had zero human in them. In comparison, werewolves originated AS a human-wolf monster, which results in an interesting relationship between the human and shifted 'full-wolf' form.

While Horangi is the same in his human and haetae form, Soap juggles two souls in one body - one belonging to human side, and the other to his wolf. They are both still implicitly him - the souls run parallel with one another throughout his life - but being a werewolf is very much like maintaining a life-long partnership. Soap and his wolf are a great example of a success story, but some werewolves have difficult relationships with their wolf, resulting in only transforming during full moons when they have to.

In some ways, Soap is perfect in the military's eyes as he has a strong connection with his wolf, and happens to come from a long line of larger-than-average specimens (even though he doesn't care too much about his genealogy, preferring to call himself a mongrel breed). In other ways, he's also a nightmare, because his wolf exemplifies the worst in his rebellious streak, featuring recklessness, fickleness towards authority and an extremely low tolerance for boredom.

[diejager]

More Wolfie plz🥺? Idk what you’d right but I love the universe you built up with it and would love more of it, even if it’s just a sliver

Training Cw: smut, training, collar, ring gag, doggy style, creampie, unprotected sex, PinV, fingering, tell me if I missed any.

“What did I tell you about growling, pup?” He sounded so demeaning, his hand laid heavy on your nape, holding your face down and away from the two men in the room with you.

Ghost had pulled you to Price’s office under the guise of this being training, wanting to work through your aggression you’d thrived on while living in the wild. You were jerky and a biter, baring your teeth after a low growl, threatening to sink into someone’s hand or arm as retaliation. They were getting a lot of complaints from people who would approach you and attempt to pet your ears and tail, wanting to touch the softness of your washed fur and disregarding your personal space and boundaries.

“None of that,” his grip tightened around your neck when your throat rumbled, a growl slipping through your gagged mouth, drool rolling down your cheek.

They gave you a pretty, black ring gag, placed behind your teeth to keep your mouth open from biting them and showing off your sweet and fiery mouth. The black leather looped behind your head, a thin strap connecting it to your collar, a smooth, black leather that sat comfortably around your neck without irritating it, but thin enough for you to feel everything. They had you wear it as a sign of possession, the silver insignia of their Task Force hanging from the front, a skull and winged sword proudly gleaming under the light wherever you go.

You mellowed down, growls quieting to loud pants, exhausted from your skirmish with Ghost, doing your best ignore your Captain’s rough handling, his calloused fingers kneading the flesh of your hips and stomach, his hands smoothing over the arch of your back to your tail. Your fur was matted and wet, dirtied with slick that - prior to being forced into this position - pooled down your rim and wetting your soft fur. You’d long given up in fighting Price, he was much stronger than you and smelled of power and strength —like alpha. He was the leader of your little pack, a fiercely protective leader who had every intent of putting his group first, but it was his scent that made you stop. He smelled of strong musk, a heady scent of cigar and cedar, less smoky and sweet than your Lieutenant’s sandalwood that kept flooding your sensitive nose.

“Good pup, you’re doing so well,” Price cooed, running his fingers through your hair, scratching the reactive nerve behind your ears. It made you whine, a high sound that had both of them shush you, “That’s it, you’re all right, pup.”

Your panting grew louder, mewls slipping out as a final sign of submission, letting them bend your body to their pleasure. You arched your back, bucking against the bearded man that was ploughing into you, driving his hard cock into your wet cunt, slick squelching out of you with every snap of his hips, his balls slapping your twitching clit. You couldn’t deny how good it felt to give up all autonomy after having taken care of yourself on your own for years, letting another care for you and manhandle you in the best way. His veined girth laid heavy in your cunt, your gummy walls wrapped round him in a tight hold, just a hair away from coming.

Canting his hips and leaning forward, your world exploded in bright lights when Price’s head tapped your cervix, punching the air out of your body with every thrust. He was guiding you through your orgasm just as he had his, his cock throbbing and veins pulsing before the tip spurted ropes of cum, painting your walls white with his tangy lad, hot and thick. Price groaned lowly, palms holding your hips flushed to his, giving a few jerky thrusts before he hilted inside of you, unmoving but grounding you with the smooth touch of his thumb and Ghost’s grip on your scruff.

When he pulled out, his cum oozed out of you, dripping down your mound and landing on the old couch in his office. He admired the gift with a slight twitch of his cock, it leaked out of you like an unending fall. Wasteful, truly. His fingers slid down your thighs, gathering his cum and pushed it back in, fingering his load with a few wet sounds.

“Stay good for Ghost, pup. Can you do that?”

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[frogchiro]

Need more wolf dog hybrid! Simon or wolf hybrid! Soap with small reader who can barely take their knot. Like reader is whining that it won’t fit and they’re like “I’ll make it fit”.

Wolf hybrid!Soap who is the meanest, worst dog you've ever met :((

He's the largest alpha of his pack, he's huge, he's burly with the broadest shoulders ever and is the most virile male so his need to spread his seed and breed is skyrocketing, not to mention that it only serves to make him more confident and cocksure :((

And for some reason he chose you as his breed mate, the female wolf in his pack to mate, bond and have puppies with :(( You're smaller than him but it's even better for Johnny! Means he can show off more and protect you like a true alpha!

And he has literally no shame at all; will wrangle you onto the cave floor of the den and mount you right then and there where the whole pack can see :( The weaker males cower and not dare to look at the sight of their alpha fucking and breeding his mate in fear of Johnny noticing and tearing them apart with his maw :((

On the contrary all the female wolf hybrids gather close to watch the intimate display, whispering and whining among themselves, some of the bolder ones even rubbing up against Johnny and you, licking and kissing on your shoulders (neck is off limits) and even ducking down to suck your sensitive nipples.Johnny holds your tail tightly and thrusts his strong hips without abandon, all smiles and loud with his long tongue lolling out, happy that all his girls are close while he mates while you whine to please slow down because your pussy hurts from the relentless thrusts :((

[charliemwrites]

Woof woof… whimper

(Part 10… but technically a continuation of part 9)

Same warnings as last time for dub con and general Johnny nastiness.

It takes your cock-addled brain a second too long to process what Soap’s just said. What he’s implied. And by then he’s all ready for you to buck against him, confused and angry.

“That’s so — that’s not funny!” You shout.

But he’s got you pinned thoroughly, your chest flat against the mattress and your ass flush against his hips. His cock buried so deep you can feel the hot head of it bullying the deepest parts of you. All your struggling does is make you clench up tight around him, makes him feel that much bigger and meaner inside you. Makes him grunt low and ragged in your ear, all animal appreciation.

“I’m not laughin’,” he replies, nipping at your shoulder.

“G-get off of me, get out, get—”

His hand slides into your hair again, gets a firm hold at the roots and presses your face into the blankets, muffling your protests. Shushes you like soothing a panicked animal.

“Now, now,” he chides, “I still gotta prove I’m not compensating, don’t I?”

You suck in a breath, squeezing your eyes shut. There have to be a million explanations other than the absolutely ludicrous one he’s just presented to you. Cameras, microphones….

How did he know where you live?

How did he know where the spare key was?

How did he know where your bedroom was?

How did he find you at the bar?

Stalker, you tell yourself. He’s a creep, you’ve always known that.

Then where’s your dog?

“N-no,” you warble, bucking again. Nearly scream as his cock twitches inside you; only reason you don’t is because you can barely breathe as it is. He’s so deep inside that he’s practically in your lungs. “No way you’re my — there’s no way. You’re crazy. I’m gonna— ah!”

He draws out as you speak, gradual, and then plunges in again all at once, cutting you off. Grinds his hips in a dirty circle too, burying himself as deep as he can.

“Aww, poor thing,” he coos. “S’alright, baby, I knew this would happen. We jus’ gotta get all those big, scary feelings out first. Then I can explain it all nice and slow.”

You try to scream at him. Try to curse him out, tell him there’s no way in hell you’re listening to a word he says now; never mind letting him spend another second with his dick in you.

All that comes out is a high-pitched keen as he starts fucking you without further preamble. It aches, but you can’t tell in what way. If it hurts, if it’s the best you’ve ever had. Both? Your nerves feel haywire, brain dragged to lust-stupid depths.

“See, there we go,” he rasps, punctuating with a sharp snap of his hips on that last word. “My perfect little mate. Your cunt was made for my cock, made to be bred by me. Isn’t that right?”

You try to shake your head, but his grip keeps you from doing more than sending electricity down your spine, hair pulled taut.

“Yeah it fucking is,” he growls to his own question, canting your hips back further. His fingers grip cruelly into the flesh, sure to leave bruises. You wish you didn’t enjoy the sensation, wish it didn’t make you spasm around him helplessly.

“‘Bout time I owned you right back, don’t you think?” He continues, never stopping or even slowing. You yelp as he tugs your necklace again, arching your back at a steep angle. “Even collared yourself up for me. All it needs is my name.”

Something about that drives some awful, slutty part of your brain fucking wild. The idea of you with a tight leather choker — a collar — with his name (you don’t think about what name) hanging from your throat…

“Like that, don’t you?” He chuckles meanly. “Who’s my good little slut? Who’s my perfect, soaked little breeding whore?”

Tears spring to your eyes as you realize the “I am” is right there on the tip of your over-saturated tongue. If you had air, brain cells, any ability at all, you’d be crying it to the ceiling like the toy he’s treating you as.

He’s going to ruin you, you think. He’s going to fuck you broken. You’re crying and wailing on his cock, think you’d actually throw a tantrum if he pulled out and left you on the edge right now. Would, you realize in horror, beg for him to keep going.

And then he snakes his hand around your hip and starts rubbing your clit — fast, hard little circles. Just the way you like; the way you’d do it yourself. Relentlessly and cruel, even when you try to writhe away from how fast you can feel yourself getting to the edge. Almost frightened by it, how quickly he’s mastered your body’s pleasure.

Frightened by the extra stimulation at your entrance, too. A little extra friction at first — shocking because you’re leaving a puddle on the sheets. But then the friction becomes pressure, becomes… more.

“W-wha….?” You slur, hips wriggling.

Soap (Johnny?) snarls in your ear and that feeling at your entrance grows. Feels, you realize with alarm, like stretching.

“Gonnae take my knot so well,” he rambles, accent thick like syrup, trickling into your empty brain, filling you up with meaningless sounds. “Plug you up full of my cum, breed you right just like you need.”

Any questions or confusion are whisked away by the extra stimulation at your entrance. The sensitive nerves getting just as much brutal attention as your inner walls, your cervix, that sweet spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back.

It all becomes too much all at once and crashes through you, devastating. You clamp down around him tight and needy, lean all your weight back into his thighs. And he practically howls as he sinks into you and stays, grinding and humping without ever actually pulling out again. You feel a flood of heat that seems to go on for an absurdly long time, cock pulsing against your overstimulated walls, milked for every last drop.

You shudder as your brain tries and fails to process it all. Like trying to decipher a foreign language from white noise. It’s nothing but static to you.

You can feel a tongue against your shoulder, scraped of blunt teeth. Soap/Johnny licking the sweat from your skin and nipping bruises into the flesh. You make an annoyed noise that comes out whinier than intended, shoving at his face.

“Get off, you bastard.” Your voice is pathetic, thick with tears and fractured in a hundred places.

“Can’t, bonnie, even if I wanted to.”

You scowl, try to look at him over your shoulder. He takes that opportunity to nuzzle against your temple.

“What?” You ask. “What are you talking about?”

“Did ye hear me?” He chuckles. “Well, maybe not with the way you were screamin’. You’re all knotted up, baby. Can’t pull out — ‘less you want this pretty pussy to tear.”

You jolt, nearly yank yourself off out of pure fear, but Johnny keeps you still again, humming.

“Easy now,” he croons. “Still fussy? Need another to settle down?”

Useless as your brain may be, it recognizes what he means by “another one.” You think you might pass out.

“No,” you snap, petulant even to your own ears. “I want you to explain… explain everything.”

“Alright, hen. C’mere.”

He gently lays you out prone on the bed, then rolls you both on your sides. Hitches your leg up over his hip. You want to protest, but it helps the ache in your poor cunt.

“H-how are you still hard?” You pant, traitorous pussy twitching around him.

He growls in your ear, can feel him grinning against the lobe. “Will stay that way for a bit, lass. Don’ worry, you jus’ have to lay here all nice and still. Keep me warm while I explain things to you.”

And he does. How there are shapeshifters out there in the world, rare as they are. That he comes from a line of them. Recruited to military, as most of them are.

How he was on standard patrol when he smelled you for the first time.

“Like a wet dream, bonnie. Fertile. Spring. Smelled like mine.”

How he instantly knew you were his mate. That he just needed to make you see it. Never a good time to explain it all to you — and then there were interlopers and your silly little books and your pesky toys. How he tried to drop hints around the house, let you come to the correct conclusion on your own. But you never did.

“Honestly it’s a good thing I’m here, hen. You’re so oblivious. Lived with a man and never even knew it.”

That he tried to go about it the other way ‘round, as a man, but you’re just so stubborn. And then how it all led up to tonight. To you finally, finally realizing what you really needed: your mate.

You should be angry, furious. There’s a lot to say about… well, all of it. It’s horrifying and violating and… and…

And he hasn’t stopped bullying your clit since he started talking. Cruel, tight circles. Drawing the hood back with two fingers and stroke with a third, slow and languid and just soft enough to make your head spin. Rhythmless taps. Even pinches when you try to chew him out at one point, half turning to scowl. Instead have his tongue lapping sloppily at yours as your mouth gapes open soundlessly.

Makes you cum twice just like that without ever interrupting his own story, cock still hilted — knotted deep inside you. Honestly, you probably miss a good portion of it, some of the finger details for sure. But you get the broad strokes (among other strokes).

He licks at your overstimulated tears when he’s finished, nuzzling and kissing your cheek.

“I-I miss my dog,” you mumble finally, hands balled against your chest.

“Aww, darlin’,” he sighs, sounding genuinely apologetic. “We’re one and the same. I’m always your boy no matter what form I take.”

It would be more comforting if his dick didn’t throb calling himself your boy.

“‘Sides, I’m better than a normal mutt,” he continues, tugging you against his chest. You want to hate that is instantly makes you feel a little better. “Wolves mate for life, after all.”

[amazeingartist]

The Cryptid Couple

old doodles I cleaned up a bit

it is wild that military propaganda has made me ship the Loch Ness Monster with Mothman, like I know being a CoD fanartist wasn’t on the bingo card like. at all so this certainly wasn’t something I expected to happen lmao (not that I’m complaining, I’m having a blast)

[ghouljams]

Not Logan being a literal wolf in sheep’s clothing

He doesn't talk much, doesn't talk at all really, and wears a mask more often than you see him without it. It isn't until his teeth are digging into your neck that you realize why. He pulls back and blood drips from the canid teeth filling his mouth. His tongue drags over the points of them, the sharp triangular molars and lengthened canines. Nothing human in his smile. He holds your face in one hand, squeezing your cheeks to make you pout. He sticks his tongue out for you, and you hear it vibrate through your mind, "open" along with another sharp tug in your chest.

Your jaw hinges, your tongue stuck out to mirror his own. Logan is quick to drag his tongue against yours, the taste of your blood as he kisses you is impossible to ignore. The bump of his canines against your lips makes you shiver. Everything about the way he makes a mess of you is so different from what you'd expected, hoped for. He knocks your knees apart, wedges his thigh between yours and presses close. He pulls away only to taste more of the ichor dripping from the wound in your neck. Bloody you're sure, like you'd been mauled by a wild animal and not bitten by a man.

Although who are you to say you haven't been. Whisked off to be alone with a man you barely know. He'd been so kind up until this point, you wonder how much of that was an act to get you here. Wonder as you tip your head to allow him room to kiss the frayed edges of his bite. Wonder as his hands guide your hips to grind against his firm thigh. Wonder as his lips move against your skin, as they drag warm wetness along your jaw. He's so tender with you after his lapse of violence, almost worshipful. "Marking you" he'd called it.

Your eyes flutter closed, your head lolling, a little dizzy from the loss of blood. Marking you for what you wonder. Probably nothing good.

[24-05txt]

Sketches from an AU I'm writing for: Ghost is a Shapeshifter and can turn into a dog.

This isn't actually part of what I'm writing (yet) I just needed GhostDog in a tacvest. It was important.

(if you'd like snippets of the thing feel free to ask, I have at least 3-5k completed)

[141cosmo]

My COD Shifters AU in this format. Incredible meme, I love this picture. Also couldn't be asked to do a background so it's blank for now. AAAND I changed Ghost's design to have an actual mask on instead of the skull being a part of his fur. I think it looks much more badass.

[wispscribbles]

back at it with wolf ghoap 🐺

[natelia-aldelliz]

More werewolf au because I can :

Graves wasn't supposed to know about the werewolves, but Shepherd knew so maybe that's how he got the intel. As he's betraying them, he asks, almost begs, Soap to come with him, to join him against Alejandro and Ghost.

Alejandro because of the 'drug affiliation' thingy and his blatant dislike of Mexicans and Ghost because he's a monster. A beast, not even human. And he wants to protect Soap, believes him to be in danger, doesn't listen to Soap trying to de-escalate the situation, trying to ask him not to do that.

(Because he believes he knows what other people need more than them)

And Soap still has that very primal fear inside of him everytime he's around his the pack, that prey instinct that his predators are there, waiting for him to lower his guard. That's true, he does, he's even too scared to admit he's also not fully human.

But never, ever, has he considered betraying them, going against them in anyway. He wouldn't be a good cat if his fear of bigger predators wasn't overtaken by his very cocky very wrong feeling that he could take them all in a fight if he had to.

His cat-self was scared of their lycanthropic-selves, but he himself had never been scared of them as people. Well. Scared that they'd reject him, that they'd never consider him a member of the pack, yes. But scared that they'd hurt him? Not really.

Graves doesn't appreciate rejection, getting told no. He opens fire, Soap gets a bullet in his shoulder, Ghost begs him to get up and run.

He roams the streets with his head swimming from the blood loss, fighting against his instincts to just turn into a cat, curl up in a hole somewhere and lick his wounds, purring to himself to try and comfort the betrayed-hurt-helpless feeling in his gut.

But he can't, because he's not like the were-people, he's not a werecat, he doesn't heal faster. And his human biology makes surviving a bullet wound easier than the cat biology for some reason. (He tried, it just made him go in shock faster.) The hands keeping the blood from flowing freely definitely help for one. And what if Ghost contacts him and he can't respond and his LT thinks he's dead and leaves him here?

The Shadows are everywhere. The good thing is that his eyes see better in low light than theirs, than even the night vision helmets. His hearing is also better, though not as good as his cat-self's. That means he always knows where they are around him and he can avoid them.

When he's finally reunited with Ghost, the man keeps throwing him weird looks, but doesn't say anything. Soap can't really focus, he needs all his remaining blood doing actually important things and analysing your superior-officer-that-you've-been-lowkey-flirting-with's looks isn't one of these.

They reach Alejandro's safehouse, are reunited with Rudy, then Ghost sees him wobbling in place and drags him in the little medbay to see to his wounds. He gets stitches, incredibly thankful for Ghost's steady hands. As he finishes up though, his hands stay a bit longer on his shoulder, one of them climbs up to his ear and tugs it slightly, his eyes still staring.

Soap knows what he's doing, has seen Price lightly tug Gaz' and Ghost's (through the mask) ears, knows that it's a stand in for nipping them when they're in human form, as a way to say hello, or assert dominance or comfort them. Reserved for pack members.

Has... has he been accepted in the pack? His heart is beating faster, which isn't good with all the blood he's lost and the fact that the adrenaline is running out fast. His head is spinning. He looks up at Ghost with dilated eyes, trying to focus everything on him to try and understand before he passes out.

Ghost is looking straight at him, as usual, his head slowly tilting, his eyebrows furrowing in incomprehension. His peripherals are darkening more and more, darkness seeping in, and his eyes suddenly feel very hot while the rest of his body is getting cold and tingly.

Ghost's hand makes its way to the back of his neck, helping him hold his head up as his vision gets more and more blurry.

"What even are you?" Soap thinks he hears whispered as he finally loses consciousness.

[izgnanik-a]

I’m obsessed with @bluegiragi ‘s shifter AU and I need to empty my brain out so — what about corvid!Simon and wolf!Johnny?

TW : mentions of dead things and carnivore behavior, corvids are scavengers after all

When they’d met, Corvid!Simon had followed a murder of other corvids he wasn’t a part of. He’d eat their leftovers and remain close to the bunch regardless of the social disconnect.

Wolf!Johnny was an aggressive beast who didn’t like even the birds after his meal until he was full. But he was a dirty thing—a tick infested mess from going out into the rough. No matter how much he scratched, they didn’t budge.

Corvid!Simon saw his snack in those ticks. He was quick about it, landing on Johnny just as he sat down to relax or eat and he’d unhook a tick before Johnny bucked him off. Growling and snarling, and he’d itch the open wound where the blood-thick tick had lived. Simon did this a few times before Johnny realized he was helping. It didn’t help the pain though. But being tick free was better than being constantly exhausted and hungry.

Wolf!Johnny benefits from Simon’s oversight. When Simon catches wind of a carcass, he’ll circle around it like a vulture and bring Johnny directly to it. Johnny always keeps on his toes, glancing up towards the black corvid so he doesn’t lose sight of him. Listening for the flutter of his wings. When Johnny cracks open the ribs of the carcass, Simon will feast on the still warm insides alongside him.

Corvid!Simon likes to pick at Johnny’s fur, taking out tuffs of his shedding coat and tuck it into a nest he’s made for himself if they stay in one place long enough. Johnny doesn’t mind but when the bird’s not careful, he’ll pull intact fur and Johnny snaps his jaws to bicker at the pesky corvid who should be careful.

Wolf!Johnny gets bored sometimes, and he’ll want to play with the smaller corvid despite his size. He pounces after the panicked bird, scaling trees to get at him, and flashing his belly and paws on his back as Simon wails and berates him.

When Simon gets bored, he’ll swoop down while Johnny is walking and clip his talons across his back. Pinching bits of fur and causing the wolf to yap and huff, being unable to catch the bird in flight. Or he’ll tug at the wolf’s tail, just to get him to move a little faster.

Johnny has kept the horned owl attacks at bay by just being around Simon, being his natural predator. But when the bird is alone, his first instinct is to dive for Johnny when he’s being targeted.

It’s not often, but Johnny will let the bird sit on his back when they’re moving. It’s more common for Simon to sit on his back when he’s sleeping with his face tucked into his wings. But considering Johnny is a rowdy sleeper, constantly shifting on his belly and kicking his feet—it’s more usual for Simon to sleep beside him.

I just love corvids and wolves and I needed to spew.

Fic masterlist

[frogchiro]

Kin🖤

literally anything nsfw with a Wolf!Alejandro x Vixen!reader.

I just know that when them heats roll around, things are. fuuuuun.

Thank you for your writing!✨️

Wolf!Alejandro who has you on all fours back in his den, holding your fluffy tail and thrusting into your soft cunt, the beginning of his knot starting to catch and makes you yowl out loud in pleasure :((

'P-please-AH-Alejandro...Mate m-me, bree-d me, give me kits-please Ah~!' You could only yowl at the huge male behind you, the heat and breeding season meddling up your brain and making you only think about your new mate, the wolf hybrid Alejandro and all the cute tiny kits you two will soon welcome and raise :(((

The brown haired male could only growl loudly, the noise carrying through his den before doubling down on his efforts, his knot now much more defined starts to catch on the delicate walls of your pussy, the tip of his cock bumping repeatedly against your cervix and leaking more and more cum into your most intimate place.

Plus all your talking about breeding you didn't help at all :(( It's breeding season now and his instincts and hormones are hayware and with you, his new mate, by his side the need to give you a strong healthy litter and become a papa in now unbearable :((

[charliemwrites]

Woof Woof Johnny Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

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

Birthday oneshot

Price pt. 1 ; Price pt. 2

Gaz (1/20/24)

[snootlestheangel]

🗣️🗣️ no time like the present to get writing!! (coming from someone who.. also.. should be writing..)

but i'd like to hear more about the wolfshifter au idea if you don't mind!! very intriguing stuff

Thank you for the ask, my friend! Now that you have summoned every thought, here is a dump of the wolfshifter au!!!

So, for starters: The MacTavish family and their history of caring for wolfshifters. Since the discovery of wolfshifters about a century ago, there's been a huge stigma against them in the broad scope of modern society. Something about them never really being "human" and are typically reduced to nothing but savage beasts. But Scotland, having a high focus on herding, accepts the wolfshifter population the best. They're not exactly buddy buddy with them, but most wolfshifters find easy work doing stuff for farmers and whatnot. Granted, most of their jobs are like "guard dog" sorts of jobs, but hey, in a world where it's really common for wolves to be fired, refused a job, evicted, etc. just for being a wolf, work is work.

Then came along Great-great Grandma MacTavish. Something happened with her husband and somehow, a wolfshifter was the one to provide the best support for the young family during their difficult times. She ends up convincing her husband to start a business; basically a support/help center for wolfshifters in need. They provide basic medical care, food, clothing, shelter, etc.

Skip to modern day and Soap's family is still very heavily supporting this 'little' business. It's grown a significant amount, obviously, and it's the largest of a handful of wolfshifter care centers in the country, all others younger and operating independently. Soap's parents still run the "soup kitchen" that provide homemade Scottish meals to any and all wolves, no questions asked. Soap's eldest brother and wife are in charge of the medical facility that provides care for both human and wolf form. The brother (Oliver) and his wife run the "human" department specifically, and one of the two MacTavish sisters (Sarah) is in charge of the "wolf" department. Tiffany, the second MacTavish sister is in charge of the housing for displaced wolfshifters.

Side note about wolfshifters in this AU: they all are required to wear identifying tags/have ID chips for what's considered "safety" purposes. Ghost, being the legally dead menace to society he is, no longer wears his ID tags/dogtags (military ones), and because of Roba, his chip had been forcibly removed so he could never be identified; he'd just die a nobody.

Then we got Simon Riley. His father, being the absolute abomination he is, never knew his wife was a wolfshifter until after they have kids. Simon got the brunt of his abuse for being a wolf, and he eventually just became so numb to the abuse he gets from everyone that he eventually stops transforming. So much to the point that Price is not aware of his shifter status, but he's definitely suspicious.

But not as suspicious as Soap. Soap grew up around wolfshifters, and he knows there are certain behaviors and whatnot that are noticeable even in human form. He picks up on a few, albeit very subtle, behavioral traits from Ghost that just scream "wolf" to him, but he knows not to approach him about it. He grew up around wolves that had nowhere to go, no one to go to, traumatized and broken regarding their true nature. Ghost is like a poster child for it, so Soap keeps his distance from that topic.

They still end up having a very unique relationship, but it's not established when Ghost goes missing during a solo mission. Their intel was wrong or something else of the sort and he ended up getting captured.

The problem? They're a group trying to weaponize wolfshifters by forcing them to remain in wolf form. There's a special drug that was supposedly lost/abandoned that can induce transformations in wolfshifters. This group has mutated it to the point that wolves cannot physically transform back into human for several months at a time with only one injection of an amount that's in ratio with body weight and stuff.

ANYWHO

Ghost ends up stuck in wolf-form, he's injured, and he has no clue where he is. Turns out, he's stranded in what's considered the world's "safehaven" for wolfshifters all because of the MacTavish family.

Soap's siblings end up having to take him in, obviously not knowing who he is because he has no IDs or anything.

Basically just a really fluffy and angsty story about Ghost finding family with the MacTavish's and Soap just having absolutely world-destroying realizations of his love for Simon Riley. Ghost being soft with the young nieces and nephews, being fiercely protective of his new found-family

Yeah, I clearly haven't thought about this AU at all. Nope. Not a thought going towards it