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kyumisyumi · 1 year ago

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Tentacles and Tendrils

Shaking off the rust and giving monster smut(writing in general) a shot again.

Prompt: monster partner is in rut/heat and the partner has to deal with it

Rating: 18+

Monster type: M!Merfolk x F!Reader

Word count: 6k

~Taking requests~

You stare out at the unending, blue horizon. The cool ocean breeze preparing you for the temperatures of its water as you linger along the edge. You wore the company certified diving gear: a wetsuit, mask, BCD, the works. A spear weighed down one hand while a cylindrical container weighed on your shoulder. Hope and pessimism fought to be at the forefront of your mind as you scan the empty waters with heavy disappointment. This area was always relatively vacant, but not too far off you can spot a duo entering the water with matching gear. Their actions take you out of your haze, and with another gauge check you finally approach the water. Getting a feel for the sea's surge, you make your way in. And with practiced hands you slipped on your fins before turning to greet the seas with outstretched arms.

Beneath the blue your body instantly goes into autopilot. Swimming was as natural as walking and these seas might as well have been a second home; a wayward beauty that will switch it's mood at a moments notice but home nonetheless. You took it all in, familiar as it may be, the ocean never stopped being a sight to behold. A world beneath our own full of wonderful blues, outstretched greens and terrifying blacks. The current had a bit of force behind it but nothing near the cruelty you knew any large body of water could deal. Your darting eyes couldn't help but search around, scanning everywhere for even just a hint of... There! You moved with haste. As much as you could as a land dwelling animal in aquatic terrain. You didn't get far before the shape you eagerly chased revealed itself to be just a particularly thick and unruly swatch of seaweed. You sigh internally before resolving to begin your original task.

Nearing a gorgeous station of coral, you couldn't help but linger and watch the busyness. Schools of varicolored, itty bitty fish swimming through the equally colorful pseudo-flora. Despite your love for marine life, you never quite learnt the names of all the little guys much less how to differentiate between them, say for a handful that stick out. Your interest was usually for the larger lifeforms mother nature had to offer; you smiled as you watched a wary grey eel eye you with suspicion. Soon your eyes fell upon your reason for being here. It's bright red colors were slightly muted by the depths, with white tiger stripes outlined by black to break up the pattern. Its form was lined with spines and frills that flowed and fluttered with each graceful swish of it's body; an absolutely gorgeous creature. You readied your spear. The black strap trigger pressed into your skin as you carefully aimed, hoping not to hit anything but the target. It helped that the lionfish lingered in one spot before you speared it. You moved to put it in the container before opting to offer it to the eel you saw earlier. As gorgeous - and delicious - as they were, these guys were invasive here and the effects of their persistence was a constant strain to the native wildlife. They seemed highly concentrated around this sandy patch of substrate, driftwood and dead coral. It didn't take long after the first few kills for one of your friends to make their way over. Gently, you caressed the top of the nurse shark eyeing your spare eagerly, this one you named Lisa... or maybe it was Madeline. It was no surprise your face blindness extended to animals as well, even the cute ones that made your dives feel a little less lonely. The creature began gliding and swirling around you. You liked to believe the fondness was mutual but it was equally likely they were just in it for a meal. You speared another lionfish and offered it to the grey and white cutie.

The spot you were in. The shark. The scenario. It brought back the memory of the first time you saw him.

Back then you were collecting lionfish, same as now with a duo of nurse sharks tailing your every movement. At the time you were overly cautious, so you'd sit in one place, removing the venomous spines of the fish before handing them over. You could see him out of the corner of your eye, he'd been there for quite a while, watching you. From his position partially behind the rocks, you'd think he was hiding -or rather, on the defensive- but you just can't imagine something that big and powerful hiding from tiny 'ol you. Yes you had a spear but you doubt it would do you much good if he decided to attack. Merfolk. Given your job at the Aquatic Wildlife Center you were relatively familiar with them. Your company was more than welcoming when programs were made for them- as well as the other species- who showed interest in coexisting during the realm migration. The Merfolk you were familiar with, however, had to undergo numerous lessons on etiquette and culture to live among humans. The one near you now... The word 'feral' came to mind. You didn't quite like using such an animalistic term towards something that looked a little too human, someone that you knew had equivalent intelligence. His skin was primarily muted greens with a burst of parchment white down his chest and undersides of his arms. Unlike the fish tails merfolk were known for, this one's body ended in a myriad of tentacles, not unlike an octopus. Height wasn't exactly something you could measure but in terms of body mass he was more than twice your own. He seemed to tense any time you held direct eye contact so you settled on keeping him in your peripheral and keeping your movements slow and measured. You're not sure what he wanted but if he was content to just watch you, you didn't mind.

The next time you went out for a dive he'd made another appearance, this time resting on the rocks instead of behind them. Looking at the way his tentacles gently swayed against the current, you realise the way they'd writhed restlessly the day before may have been a sign of anxiety. It tickled you that somehow, in his mind, you were a threat to be worried about. You'd never even been in a proper fight. His relaxed demeanor gave you a bit of courage and you contemplated offering him one of the lionfish but ultimately chose not to. Doing so would feel as though you were treating him like an animal at the petting zoo. Then again, he was watching you like an animal at a regular zoo, keeping his distance as if he thought you'd lash out at any opportunity. You focused on the task at hand. Either the sharks had developed more patience or they were full from yesterday, this time they seemed more interested in dawdling around and getting pets than playing Russian roulette with your spear. You'd gotten into a rhythm of pull, aim, release as you moved slowly across the sandy substrate with him never too far behind.

On the third day he was almost as close as the sharks were. There was still a respectful distance but you'd only have to reach out your hand to touch him. Despite your determination to hold strong as he approached there was a hint of fear in your eyes when he first got closer. He wasn't threatening but the size difference was all to blatant up close, his chest so broad and arms so thick you didn't doubt they could snap you in half like an oatmeal cookie. In response he seemed to try to make himself look smaller, drifting at a lower level so that his head wasn't much higher than yours. This gave you a good look at his features, he had round pupils unlike the rectangular slits you associated with octopi, his sclera was a light grey and his irises a saffron yellow on downturned eyes. He didn't seem to have any patchwork of iridescent scales like your work colleagues. His eyes aside, everything about his face was sharp, from the hooked nose to the prominent chin and brow bone. As curious as you were, you tried not to look any lower than the slits along his neck; gills, in case your gaze made him uncomfortable. You briefly wondered if he'd try to say something once he got closer but he didn't, he just looked back with a gesture you interpreted as 'continue'. So you did.

There actually weren't anymore lionfish nearby so you decided to take a moment to clip the spines of the one on your spear, hoping to feed it to Joel the eel... or maybe this was Geoffrey. He took this lull in your movement as an opportunity to interact. You stared wide eyed as his hands reached out. It looked as though he was going to reach for your spear but thought better of it and reached out for your free hand instead. He took your smaller hand into his much larger ones. He inspected each finger, pulling them apart and tracing the curve in between, where his held a thin membrane. He ran a thumb over your blunt nails, where his held thick black claw. His movements were slow - cautious - and you get the feeling that it was more for your benefit than his. Wary as you were, you were equally enthused to learn more of the man... fish... octopus being before you. He inspected the sleeve of your wetsuit, running his fingers over the material. When it seemed like he was going to pinch the fabric between two claws you tugged your hand away, shaking your head in hopes the gesture was universal. Thankfully he understood. He then circled you to take in the rest of your form, a possible sign he understood touching anywhere else on your body might be unwelcomed.

Unsurprisingly, he took particular interest in your legs, watching the way they swayed to keep you afloat. He didn't touch you yet you somehow felt pressure over every inch his eyes laid upon. Was this how your coworker felt during those awkward introductory meetings where there would always be one person asking to touch their fins. The memory made you giggle and the merman suddenly shifted his focus from your legs to your face. Your breath caught as his eyes focused on yours, it was mesmerizing how they looked as fluid as the ocean; the colors swaying as the black center zeroed in on you. For a moment you wondered what did you look like through those eyes. He raised a hand to rest his knuckles against your cheek. His gaze then lowered to your lips. Your body -so ready to flee when he first approached- now froze. No matter how much you tried to reinforce that his actions were of innocent curiosity you couldn't stop thinking they weren't. Or maybe you just hoped they weren't. Oh dear. Before you could figure out where your head was at, he pressed a thumb against your lips. There was a subtle shift in his features as he stared at you intently. A question? Was he asking to kiss you? Your heart sprinted. He wanted to kiss you... and you- you were actually considering it. You must be insane; yes you thought he was gorgeous in a unnatural -captivating- way but you weren't going to kiss a creature you haven't known for more than a few hours. You hadn't even exchanged words with him. Words... Oh! That was it! You would've face palmed if your hands weren't occupied. He wished to speak, and prior knowledge reminded you that merfolk could adapt a language through lip contact. Well, that cleared your brain a bit. If that's the case surely you could spare your lips for a moment. It wouldn't have to be long, just the slightest peck was enough. A fraction of a second. He was patiently awaiting your answer, somewhat pulling back as if to tell you 'no' was a more than acceptable answer. With a tad more hesitation you finally nodded. You pulled out your mouth pieces, angling it downwards to prevent excess air loss. Trying to show some initiative you moved closer but you just couldn't bring yourself to close the kiss. Graciously he did and your lips met. Your rushing blood brought heat straight to your cheeks. It was such a minute amount of contact but your body responded as if he was already tongue deep inside. You felt... something. Like faint streams of electricity that moved from the corners of your lips to the center before vanishing. You figured it was the magic at work, now would be the time to move away but your body and brain can't seem to get on the same page. Or maybe they were on the same page and the voice telling you to move away was something foreign, something unwanted. You opened your eyes to see his, half lidded but looking at you with an intensity that couldn't be misconstrued. Neither of you wanted to break the contact. You're not sure where the confidence came from but just as you moved to press closer to him, your lungs reminded you where you were. They called for oxygen. It took more effort than you would like to admit to pull away from him and return your regulator to your mouth. You looked back at him to see his fingers pressed against his mouth, eyes swirling with mixed emotions. Maybe it was your eyes playing tricks on you but you swear he licked his lips. His adam's apple bobbed in his throat and he moved his lips as if testing the motions.

"Can you understand me?"

You nodded in the affirmative. And by Gods, the smile on his face could outshine the sun on a clear summer morning.

This opened up the pathway to your budding friendship. Underwater, you couldn't have full conversations but with the barrage of questions he had there was hardly a need to speak. It especially amused you that he had to confirm that you were indeed human. Do humans walk everywhere? Do we forms pods? Do we dream? Do humans fly was a weird one to answer under the limitations. It was an eye opener to the fact that you were as alien to him as he you.

At some point you remembered that you were on a timer and though there wasn't really a quota, resurfacing with only four lionfish would definitely not look good for you. You went back to spearing, trying to be quick while he asked about this and that. It only got better when you finally resurfaced. You perched on the old abandoned dock, it was barely more than a couple planks of wood hanging on for dear life. You were especially glad that this area remained as vacant as when you left so you didn't have to worry about worried/wondering gazes at the two of you.

Unfortunately diving was only something you could do 2 maybe 3 times a week, it was essentially a freebie session offered to break up the office work you dread. Still, even after you clocked out, you'd take a stroll to that same dock where he'd be waiting beneath the surface. You learnt that, though most merfolk would declare otherwise, his species wasn't rare. Just distant and reclusive. The only reason he was close enough to the shore to spot me was because he seeked a precious stone to complete a trade. Based on his description you believed it was Larimar or Blue calcite, which you may have in your personal collection. When you asked why he decided to approach you, his answer was a sideways glance and a shrug before quickly changing the subject. There were moments, you noticed, when he'd rest his arms along the wooden planks and caress your overhanging legs. The movements were slow and feather light, almost absent minded. It made your mind fuzzy, you wished to just close your eyes and focus on nothing but the feel of his skin against yours. Occasionally, he would gently rake a claw over your soft skin and you'd try your best not to trip over your words. In return, you'd run your fingers over the mix of tentacles and tendrils that sprouted from his head- similar to hair. The prehensile limbs would wrap around your fingers. The gestures were unmistakably intimate but neither of you spoke against it. Amongst the many questions and conversations would be these moments of content silence, these you treasured most. His hands on you, your hands on his, as you both enjoyed the world around you and each other.

Now those memories fill you with a hollow feeling in your chest. It's been almost a week with no sign of him. What had you expected, really? He has a life down below that he has to attend to after all. Even you have missed a day or two. What if he's hurt? The question gnawed at you many times these past few days; you despised the small part of you that preferred that outcome over having been left behind. But then the idea that somewhere down there he was facing unknown perils that you'd have no means to help him with would solidify in your mind. No, you'd rather the hurt of having been abandoned. Summoning your mental fortitude, you aimed to focus on the task at hand before you accidentally harm one of the sharks by being distracted. There was a new face this time... at least you thought they were new. They nuzzled your body as if sensing your distress and to your delight; it helped

Seconds dragged into minutes then hours before it was time for you to get out. You wished you could say you were strong enough to just go but instead you swam around for a bit; hoping. Praying. But there was nothing around except you, the water and your pitiful heartache.

Above land you safely shed the equipment. The smart thing to do would be to go home as soon as possible. To finish your day, change your clothes and curl up in blankets while playing some video games. However, you've always been a creature of habit so instead you sat at the old dock. Alone. The sun was so warm but the winds were relentless, they licked at your skin as if trying to shoo you away. Maybe this was Poseidon's way of telling you to get over it. It's not like there was anything between the two of you. You'd only known him for a handful of weeks after all, that's barely enough time to form a friendship much less... As if shutting down the thought, your brain replayed a memory of him pressing his face against the palm of your hand with pure bliss etched into his features. As if your touch alone could push away all his problems. Then there was the time you touched your forehead to his during a momentary spur of boldness. The look he gave you spoke so loud in the silence. You would've kissed him then if not for your shyness winning out. That was one of the last moments you'd shared before his disappearance. A treasure in your heart that now caused you pain. Packing up your things, you got up to leave, however something clutched your ankle. Something, rather, someone you recognized all too well.

You gasped violently as you were dragged down. Thank goodness you did because it was all the air you'd get to take with you in your rapid decent below. He shifted so instead of being pulled by his tentacles, you were fastened to his side by a firm arm. He stared straight forward as he swam, allowing you only to see the tendrils whipping around the back of his head. You could hardly process how fast you were going down the bottomless blue. The water shifted from a bright, comfortimg azure to ultramarine as you went deeper and deeper. Your panic rose the further he swam, which did your lungs no good. Was he trying to drown you!? You couldn't call out, couldn't scream so you tugged and pulled at his thick, unyielding arm, trying desperately to get him to stop. He turned to you then, there was a look of pained and haunted thoughts scribed into his face. The lovely grey of his sclera had darkened into a soulless black making the yellows of his eyes that more vibrant, almost glowing in the waters inky depth. The word 'feral' again came to mind as he blinked his second eyelids. He looked at you and looked at you and looked even more. As though his eyes processed one thing but his brain was stuck on something else. It took a moment but he finally said your name. Not said, growled it. His usually velvety deep voice was now strained through gravel. He pulled you closer to him and buried his face in your hair, your heart would be fluttering were it not currently banging in your chest wondering where the hell was the oxygen it ordered. You tried, you really did, to struggle against his hold. Hoping he'd wake up from whatever spell he was under and bring you back to solid ground. Hell, you'd make an attempt to swim for it, knowing how futile it would be. But once his long tongue was on your throat you became putty in his arms. You feel three distinct fingers rake against the other side of your neck as he nipped at you. You can't tell if your breath hitched or your lungs made another vain attempt to reach for air. You raised a trembling hand, trying to alert him to your situation but he seemed solely focused on tasting your skin.

"Breathe." He spoke in-between licks, his tongue venturing down to your clavicle, and you wondered if he'd actually gone mad. His hooded eyes met yours and he repeated the word.

It didn't matter anymore, the choice was no longer yours. You had held onto that final breath for dear life but it was time for that life to come to an end. A stream of bubbles left your horrified lips as you now fought not to breath in; that was a far shorter battle. You inhaled, preparing for the sting of water invading your airways in it's rush to your desperate lungs. For your body to heave and cough as the waters reminded you you were not it's friend but a guest who had overstayed their welcome. Would your body float up to be picked at by birds or sink to be fodder for the sea floor scavengers? You waited and waited. But... It never came. You, somehow, were breathing air. Opening your eyes in confusion, you looked around to see if you were suddenly back on land, if all this was some dream or hallucination spurred on by your guilt and heartbreak but no. You were still surrounded by the open seas and all it's inhabitants. Your breaths felt slightly strained but you weren't going to complain about life saving miracles. Especially when a giant tentacled man was tracing his finger down your spine. Now that your life was no longer at risk(mostly) you calmly rest your palm against his head, trying again to get answers out of him. He stilled, dissolving into your touch as he had many times before. You saw a bit of clarity in his eyes before he closed them.

"I'm sorry." He said after a moment, his voice was lustful and strained, like a warning sign dipped in want and desire. "It started; my heat. I tried to stay as far away as I could but when all sense had escaped my mind the only thing left were thoughts of you." He pulled you closer, his eyes remained closed as if one look at you would break the little control he had. "I thought I had overcome it when I began searching for... Methods for you to survive beneath the waters. But the moment I had my answers it overtook me. It possessed me. It still does. I want you...desperately but only if you'll have me."

You listened to his words, in confusion then understanding. Then you actually understood! Oh! Suddenly your body had forgotten all it's woes, focusing on your core instead. He wanted you. You bit your lip in thought, noticing that the water couldn't pass some unseen threshold of your mouth. You wanted him, you couldn't even pretend to deny that but... Was there a 'but'? You searched your tainted mind for excuses but your brain and your body were again in unison, the only outlier was you. You slid your hand up his face and caressed a cranial tendril, he opened his eyes and you felt his body vibrate. Purring.

You didn't have the courage to look him in the eye when you spoke. "I will." You consented.

He was on you instantly. His lips crashed into yours with reckless need. There was no slow build up, no questioning nor tentative tongue touches. His tongue snaked pass your lips and devoured you in kind. His large hands ran down either sides of your body, meeting when they both grabbed at your ass. There they lingered, kneading your flesh through the stretchy materiel, before one devious hand ventured even lower. You felt him slide a finger along the fabric covering your sex. Back and forth, his finger glided creating a nice little friction that almost touched your eager clit. Your hips moved on their own, seeking the contact. You craved more of his touch and suddenly the thin, synthetic rubber was a dense barrier. As if hearing your thoughts, there was the slightest pinch against the crook of your behind before a sudden coldness seeped in. You could feel him carefully swipe his claw to just above your clit, creating a opening in the fabric. The new sensation of cold wetness against you warm sex made you gasp but it was soon replaced by the warmth of his... hand? No, the texture was far different. Before you had a chance to investigate, the feeling of suction against your clit gave you all the answers you needed. Something between a gasp and a moan left your lips, the sound must've pleased him greatly because he tore himself away from your mouth to look into your eyes. The limb covered your whole sex, with the tip lightly teasing your entrance but it was that one suction cup upon your clit that was really putting in the work. It took a rhythm that was brain meltingly pleasant against the sensitive bud, thoroughly teased by his phantom touches prior. A sudden surge of pleasure began to build causing you to reflexively try to squeeze your thighs together. However, the action was impeded by two tentacles quickly wrapping around your legs to keep them parted. They squeezed as if to reaffirm their hold on you. He took your chin in his hand and watched you intensely as you came undone from the stimulation. His grip was light but unyielding when you tried to turn away. Closing your eyes would lead to him stopping completely until they fluttered open again to meet his. He would take in every dip in your throat, every curve in your lips, every crease beneath your eyes and flush upon your cheeks. He wouldn't miss a moment of your first orgasm at his hands. His gaze was dizzying, as if whatever possessed him was now reaching out for you. Having him inspect you with such cold fondness only made the experience that more salacious. The rising tide of pleasure finally crashed and you were left a buzzing, panting mess. With a look of gratification he released your chin, wrapping his arms around you once more to knit your body to his.

"You're so beautiful." He cooed before trailing off into words of his own language.

You didn't get a moment to say anything back before you felt something probe against your opening. One of his tentacles slid inside you fully, welcomed and aided by the slick lube of your still pulsing walls. You shuddered in his arms, thankful for the support. It was a comfortable fit and suddenly you're reminded that it's been ages since anyone has had you like this. It made the experience slightly more alien atop the fact that you were being intimate with a lust driven sea-beast. Rather than the expected thrusting, the appendage grazed along your insides. It twisted and pushed as if getting a feel for you, learning you before pulling back out. The sudden emptiness made you whimper, you looked at him, ready to beg if need be but it didn't come to that. You felt your entrance being prodded again. It was the familiar tip of a tentacle, ready to enter you once more. However, the more it pushed, the wider it got; so very much wider. And Gods, it held a bumpy texture that was absent before. Just as your mind went hazy you realised it was two of them, wrapped around each other. It finally gave you the thrusting motion you desired, it's ribbed texture grazing parts of you that remained untouched for too long. Your movements were limited but you attempted to grind against each wonderful thrust, moaning your delight with feather light whispers. This was all too good, soft and pliable enough that it writhed inside you but firm enough to press against your hungry womb.

Despite all senses seemingly being focused on your trembling hole you felt something press against your stomach, forcing it's way into the tiny space between your body and his. You peek downward to see the spearheaded tip of what you assumed was his cock. Suddenly, his preparation of your cunt made sense, you'd expected him to be big but geez. It was identical in color to his body, darkening at the tip in a similar fashion to his fingers. It throbbed and twitched as he began to grind against you. Even with two tentacles stretching your insides, your greedy eyes craved the feel of it. Craved the connection to him. You reached down and grasped it at the base, shock almost pulling you out of your haze when it wrapped around your hand. It tightened as if begging for more of your touch. You acquiesced and began running you hands up and down his massive length, taking great pleasure in the way his body vibrated with resonating groans. His thrusts inside you growing wilder, taking you further and further and you were determined to take him with you. His voice held a softer, pleading tone as it goaded you on, praising you between strained hisses. His cock swelled and hardened, his words devolving into senseless mumbles. The limbs inside you became more erratic as his pleasure grew. His grip on your body tightening to the point of leaving small tears in your suit and nicks in your skin. He released a long animalistic huff as he coated your arm in slimy white fluid, your body responded by coating his tentacles with your own. You rest your head against his chest, moving in time with his heavy breaths, counting them as you both recovered. You're not sure when he began moving you but suddenly you were face to face. He kissed you. Slowly. Gently. Tasting and savoring you.

"Do you think you could take me, my treasure, or do I need to stretch that greedy hole of yours even more?" He asked between kisses.

Words were beyond your tired brain so you just nodded. As spent as your body was, this moment would not feel complete until he was inside you. Slowly, as if moving you too much too quickly could break you, he turned you around so that your back was pressed against his chest. He snaked his hands around you -he really did seem to love having his arms on you-, one hand moving to grope your breast while the other traced a line down your stomach to caress your mound. You feel his lower half angle itself to bring his leaking member to your slick opening. Oh so slowly you feel him slide into you, spreading you wider with each inch. You couldn't help but try to squirm against him but his hands held you steady. He was only half way in when your body began to show resistance. He started pulling out slowly and thrusting into you, getting a little bit further each time.

"You're being so good for me." He whispered just above your ear, his voice held a lovely cadence. Singsong; as if haunted by a melody that compelled his body to move.

You couldn't hear it but you felt it, it rang through your body with each sway of your hips and out your lips with each whine. Down to the way he held you, like an instrument to be adored. Every moan a crescendo and every voice stopping bite at your neck a diminuendo. He was playing you and you were loving every moment of it. In and out, in and out like he was timing bars on sheet music. That was up until the flat, tapered tip hit the deepest part of you; he'd hilted. Then everything stopped. Fermata. You're only warning for what was to come were the tentacles that slithered around your legs to ground you. You hardly even felt him pull out, just the force as he thrust fully into you. The sound that left your mouth was a guttural whine of shock and pain. He kept going. Slamming. Pounding. Taking your body over and over. It hurt and yet you desired more. He fucked you like he was craving this moment his whole life. Your body eased and the pain slowly dissolved into pleasure, never quite leaving but become something more. Something better. Something wholy obscene. Your body was an inferno in the cold, dark water. Pleasure overtook you; you no longer felt like a person, just a mass of emotions and senses. You could hear his grunts and growls behind you, the sounds he made were truly animalistic. Wild. Primal. Savage. As though he couldn't fathom being anything but a creature of vulgarity. Couldn't fathom doing anything but driving himself into you. Desired nothing more in the world than to fill the emptiest parts of you. Your walls tightened around him, as if intending to learn every bulge and vein of his cock. Pulling and sucking him in with no desire to let him go, that was where all your strength went. You felt the recognizable build of another orgasm and judging by way his pliable member was now a hardened monolith, he wasn't far off. He no longer needed to lead, you danced with him as you both came together. His seed seeped out of him, filling every bit of (nonexistent)space inside of you before oozing out. He continued to thrust, making sure you milked his cock for everything he had. It's throbbing was like a heartbeat inside you.

You collapsed against him, laying your head flat against his chest, your cheek barely touching the flesh above his heart. After a moment you looked up to see him already staring down at you, the affection in his eyes fueled your already thrumming heart. A moment of tenderness as the tainted waters surrounding you both whisked your indecencies away. His sclera lightened to their usual soft grey. An eagerness popped up on his face as he seemingly wanted to ask you something then but thought better of it. A somber look taking over his features instead. Using what little strength remained in your body, you turned fully to him. He immediately took your head in both his hands and rest his forehead against yours.

"I- Did i hurt you?"

"Did-" You gave him a droll look. "Did you hurt me??" You flicked his head. Well, you tried but there was less than no force behind your fingers. "Of course you did. Lucky for you I enjoyed it."

"I'm so sorry, I'll be gentler next time." He sounded genuinely apologetic. "If you would allow for a 'next time'."

"There better be."

"And a time after that?"

"Don't push your luck, ocean boy."

You felt him smile against you. It may have been an innocent one but you couldn't help but wonder if he was already plotting.

He took you above land after that and you thanked the Gods above that your towel and pack was still waiting for you. At least you could walk(limp) to the company building without catching a charge for indecent exposure. He watched you from his usual spot on the dock. His downturned eyes hooded by his lashes had him looking like a distraught child watching their best friend board a plane to unknown lands. Did he think he scared you away? That you'd never return? Maybe as a bit of revenge you'd let him believe it.

((You also had to deal with the urge to sink into the floor at the knowing and amused looks on your merfolk coworker's face every time they saw the marks on your neck D:))

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orangeheliophile · 3 months ago

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BAKUGO X PREGNANT WIFE READER WHO IS A PRO HERO AND HAD TO GO ON MATERNITY LEAVE BC SHES EXPECTING TWINS UR WRITING IS SO GOOD

Omg, hi!!

Thank you for your request! I'm currently working on it, so bear with me, hahaha. This idea has been on my mind, so thank you for encouraging me to write it!

I've also added a small twist to it, so I hope that's okay!

I also love the GIF, haha. It made me smile and giggle for a good amount of time!😂

Baby Kacchan x2

(Bakugou Katsuki x reader)

What happens when you, the number four Pro Hero, have to go on maternity leave because of your husband, the number two Pro Hero? AKA Bakugou Katsuki. But here's the thing, it's twins, and you want to surprise your husband.

Warnings: Bakugou. Cursing, slightly suggestive, a bit of throwing up, little angst?

Contains: fluff, crack, clingy dramatic husband, silly reader. Reader is pregnant with twins. 25 yr old!Bakugou, pro hero Dynamight, mentions of Dynamy. Reader and Bakugou also have a yellow pomeranian named Missle Launcher. (You can guess who named it.)

You were sitting outside on the balcony, admiring the coral and tangerine sky as the golden sun slowly set into the distance. It's peaceful, the weather is just the right amount of warm and the scenery mesmerizing.

You and Katsuki are happily married, living together in a gorgeous villa he built for the both of you. It's a bit too big for just you both in your opinion, but that's because he was planning to raise your family in that house. The house was a style of traditional Japanese and Mediterranean, with vibrant colors and such beautiful architecture.

He thought of you in every moment when designing the house. How you'd want to be around nature, have a space for a library, and he definitely made sure to add those fairytale attics you've always wanted; with all the secret rooms and many windows.

Ever since you both babysat a certain set of triplets, he's been thinking of wanting to have a family with you. He would make an amazing father, always playing with his kids and making sure they know how amazing you are.

Little did he know, his wish was being fulfilled. You're pregnant. With twins. Who will make you look fat. Thanks a lot, mini Dynamights.

Slowly rocking back and forth on the chair, your hands caress the Itty bitty baby bump. You smile, an adoring look in your gaze as your yellow pomeranian, Missy (short for Missle Launcher), is sitting on the chair next to you with her tail wagging happily. She was the first one you told that you were pregnant.

The plants around the balcony provide you with fresh oxygen, as you're extremely comfortable wearing a pair of shorts along with one of Katsuki's skull shirts. It was your day off, and soon you'll have to have many more.

Taking a sip of your hot chocolate, you hum in satisfaction, the sweet flavor filling your taste buds as you hold the Dynamight mug in your hands. Even if you were both Pro Heroes, you loved to get Dynamight merchandise. It always amused you how your husband would blush like a tomato while scolding you when you buy a teddy bear wearing his hero costume, but you don't really care because you wanted to support him. And he felt the same way, obviously.

A warm smile grows on your face at the thought of your twins wearing Dynamight hero onesies and how adorable they would look in them. Your heart swells, already having thought of baby names and all of the things that cause one baby fever. You want chunky babies.

The smell of caramel and spice fills your nose, the scent of your husband lingering around the house even if he's out on patrol. You should probably go back inside before it gets too dark, but the scenery is just so pretty, with the soon to be autumn colors already spreading everywhere.

You sigh deeply, leaning your head back on the rocking chair as you place the mug of hot chocolate on the coffee table. Missy whines next to you, placing her tiny paw on your arm as a signal that she wants your attention. You smile towards the pomeranian, grabbing a warm, fluffy red blanket from the armchair as you place it on your lap and pat your knee.

The yellow dog barks in joy, hopping onto your lap while snuggling against your baby bump to keep you three warm. You smile, feeling your heart warm how animals are able to sense pregnancies. A hand rubs her head affectionately, as Missy's tail wags while she licks your hand, making you giggle at the feeling.

"I guess it's just you and me, huh?" You jest, to which the dog barks and nudges your bumb with your nose. You laugh, nodding your head as you put your feet up on the coffee table. "Oh right, and the babies too."

Speaking of babies, you haven't exactly told your husband that you're pregnant. Which makes you feel a bit bad since he sometimes tells you how he wants to have mini Katsuki's and mini Y/n's running around the house. Even if he doesn't seem like it, your husband secretly adores young children.

So, you want to surprise him with the pregnancy, but you're not sure how. Your Katsuki deserves the best. So you want to give him the best. But how would you give him that?

You frown slightly, feeling a twinge in your chest as you start to think over how you're going to surprise your husband. You can't hide it forever, but you don't want to mess up. Fingers clench around the mug a little bit tighter, putting it down as you sigh in defeat. You were always the overthinker.

Exhaustion starts to creep over you as you let out a yawn while stretching your limbs. Missy yawns back, curling more into your lap as your eyes start to flutter close. You'll think about it tomorrow.

The sky turns into an orange red hue, the sun nearly setting as the neighborhood lights switch on. It's beautiful, warm colors of autumn bringing you peace, as it's warm enough so you don't freeze outside. And just like that, you drift off to sleep, dreaming of the future family you and your husband will have.

An hour later, Katsuki arrives, kicking off his combat boots on the entry while taking a deep sigh. Work was a bit more busy than usual, as he had to help an old lady cross the street. The kind that take forever to move. His fans would definitely not shut up about this for a month.

Katsuki groans, his nose scrunching at the thought, but he feels relieved to finally be home after not being able to see you for a day. As he takes off his motorcycle helmet, the blonde quirks a brow, feeling confused as to why you haven't run down the halls to greet him home with his seven kisses.

Right now, your husband just wants to cuddle with you and watch a movie. And he can't do that if he doesn't know where you are. Taking off his hero mask, Katsuki places it on the side table, along with the keys, his gauntlets, and some chocolates he bought earlier for you both. "Baby! I'm home."

Normally, you would already be running into his arms when the door unlocks, but you're nowhere to be seen. His frowns at this, already taking off the parts of his hero suit while roaming around the living room in search of you. "Sunshine? Where are you?" No answer. "Honey? You home?" No answer again. He starts to panic a bit, about to run all over the house in search of you when he halts; hearing someone walk down the stairs.

At the sound of Katsuki's voice, small footsteps pat against the wooden floor, a small bark echoing through the halls as Missy comes to greet him, the pomeranian having left your lap as soon as she heard the door.

The spiky haired blonde smiles at the dog, crouching down onto his knees as the pomeranian jumps into his arms and licks his face. Katsuki laughs, caressing her soft fur as her tail wags and thumps against his arm happily.

"Hey, Missy. Y'know where mommy might be?" He whispers, chuckling when the dog tilts her head to the side, only licking his face in response. Katsuki smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of the pomeranians' head while letting her hop back onto the ground. Missy whines, nudging his leg forward before walking down the hallway and up the stairs.

Walking up the steps, he takes out his gloves, already having the jacket of his hero suit in his hand as he runs a hand through his spiky hair. Your husband follows the small dog, peeking through every room in case you were somewhere in there. He learned from experience that you're a master at hide and seek, as he almost had a panic attack when he couldn't find you when you were kids. But that's a story for another time.

Missy leads Katsuki into your bedroom, his tracks stopping when he sees the sight of you sleeping on the rocking chair outside on the balcony. It was a perfect view. The moon next to your sleeping form while the red trees and dim lights contrast against your beauty. His heart skips a beat, cherry red eyes immediately softening when he sees his love in a peaceful slumber.

Taking slow and quiet steps, Katsuki makes his way towards you, a lovesick smile appearing on his lips when he stands behind you, fixing the strands of your hair so they don't fall on your face. A content sigh falls from his lips, admiring your angelic figure as you coo in your sleep. His heart instantly melts at the small noise.

The blonde turns, crouching down to face you while effortlessly scooping you up in his arms, being careful not to wake you as he carries you bridal style into the bedroom. Katsuki places you on the bedroom, making sure to tuck you in the bedsheets and place a fluffy blanket over you.

Your husband furrows his eyebrows, his eyes widening in shock when he notices something on you- you didn't brush your teeth. You have a chocolate stain on the corner of your mouth. Katsuki huffs in disapproval, shaking his head once before pressing feather light kisses onto your face; one of his ways of waking you up.

You whine, knitting your eyebrows as your hand goes to smack whatever is disturbing your sleep. Your husband grunts, rubbing his face while having a small pout on his lips. Did you really have to smack him in your sleep? Your face becomes peaceful once again, only to be interrupted when a deep, soothing voice whispers to you. "Baby, c'mon, you gotta brush your teeth honey, then we can cuddle."

A sleepy smile grows on your lips, processing the fact that your husband has arrived and is right here with you. You hum, scooting closer to him as he sits on the edge of the bed, placing your legs on his lap while rubbing your knee affectionately.

You feel so glad that Katsuki's back from hero duties, yet you really don't feel like getting up. Because the mattress is just so comfy and the blankets are amazingly soft.

And as if Katsuki could read your thoughts, he does he sighs and rolls his eyes playfully, aggressively kicking off his hero suit as you giggle at his dramatic self. "Fine, fine. If you won't do it yourself, I'll do it for you. Ungrateful wife." He mutters, making a funny face while rolling his eyes. You giggle more, lightly kicking his rib as he scoffs dramatically in betrayal.

You wonder if the babies would take after his personality.

Katsuki huffs, reaching out to holds your hands in his, bringing them to his lips while pressing multiple kisses onto your skin. The action never fails to make your heart flutter, as he never seems to be the type, but Katsuki is a big hopeless romantic when it comes to you. Yet it never fails to make you smile when he shows you all of his affection.

Pressing one big last smooch onto your knuckle, Katsuki breathes through his nose, resting his forehead on the back of your hands as if it's a torture to part with you for a few moments. So dramatic, you think.

You hum in content, sleep still hazing over you as it makes you feel even more at peace when he's here with you. Your husband pats your knee, signaling that he's going to get up as he grabs your ankles and stands, placing your legs back onto the bed as he goes to take a shower.

Laying your head back on the silk pillows, you relish the softness of the mattress while subconsciously placing a hand on your stomach. A sigh leaves your lips, wondering how to tell the agency that you'll have to go on maternity leave and that you'll also have to tell your husband. Right now, you just want to enjoy the moment.

After about twenty minutes, Katsuki leaves the shower, muscles dripping with water as he wraps the towel around his slim waist. His usually spiky hair is a bit matted down but is still looking incredibly fluffy. You totally were not drooling over him the whole time. Never. That's absurd!

Suddenly, you had the energy to get up and go give your husband a kiss for being so incredibly handsome.

Getting up from your spot on the bed, you grunt, pushing yourself up as you wrap a blanket around your body and waddle towards your gorgeous husband. Katsuki is changing his clothes, about to put his shirt on when you wrap your arms around his waist and pepper kisses onto his chest. The blonde flinches in surprise, blood rushing up his face as he huffs and looks down at you through the hole of the shirt.

"Ya need something, hon?"

"Nah, I'm good."

Katsuki huffs out a laugh, feeling you cling onto him as he puts on his shirt with you under it. It's a funny but cute sight, as there's the outline of your body as he sort of looks pregnant. Which is funny because you're actually the pregnant one. You think.

Your husband rubs your lower back lovingly, his hand gliding down to your hip and drawing imaginary figures just how you like it, making you practically melt into putty. You sigh in content, your cheek squished against his chest as you cling onto him, needing to feel his warmth to make you feel better.

Katsuki smiles softly, opening the cabinet as he pokes your side playfully. "You're cute, but that won't change the fact that you need to brush your teeth."

Why must he always ruin the moment? Stupid husband.

After brushing your teeth, you finally climb back to bed, the balcony doors shut as the both of you cuddle into the soft, firm mattress; the both of you staring up at the ceiling while enjoying each others presence. Katsuki wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his nose into your cheek as you caress the scar on his right arm, your mind drifting off into the future, how you're going to have twins.

A smile grows on your face, making you feel giddy as you sway your feet and squeeze his arm that's curled around you. Katsuki notices this, shifting to his side as his cherry red irises having love in them as he looks at you. "What's got you so happy?" He jests, scooting closer to you while cupping your cheek, caressing the wrinkles around your eyes that make you smile so beautifully.

You giggle, turning on your side as your nose bumps with his, complete adoration in your expression as your hand goes to play with his fluffy locks. "I'm just happy to be with you." He huffs in response, his cheeks turning a bubblegum pink while leaning into your touch; as if being right up in your face wasn't enough for him.

"Stop it. Stop being adorable." He grumbles, feeling flustered when all you do is giggle and fawn over him. Katsuki groans, stuffing his face into your chest while nuzzling his face into your skin, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose as he clings onto you.

You smile happily, playing with his hair while giving him a scalp massage with your fingers, practically making him feel like he's in heaven. That is until Missy decides to hop onto your shared bed.

Katsuki deadpans, groaning in annoyance when you gasp and roll him off of your body, kicking him out of bed as he falls onto the cold floor with a thud. "Missy, baby!" You squeal, giggling as the pomeranian barks and happily climbs onto your lap, resting her chin on your belly while panting happily.

Your husband groans, laying face first on the floor as he feels a sense of betrayal on how quick you were to kick him off. The nerve. "Missy... why do you have to ruin the damn moment?" Katsuki deadpans, lifting himself off only to see you cuddling the yellow dog in your arms. Where the pomeranian is lying on his side of the bed.

The betrayal.

Your eyes flutter open in the morning, the tangerine rays shining through your windows as the birds chirp outside. You sigh, curling up against your husband's side as he holds you like a teddybear, practically suffocating you with his affection.

The moment is peaceful, with your yellow pomeranian laying on your lap with her chin resting on your belly, snoring a bit while kicking her foot in her sleep. A sleepy grin appears on your face, the peacefulness going away when you feel your stomach drop.

You were going to throw up.

Your eyes shoot open, throwing Katsuki's arm off of you, and moving Missy away as you scramble towards the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind you.

Your knees drop to the floor, bending in front of the toilet as you gag, the vomit coming out of your stomach as tears brim your eyes. You've always hated this feeling.

While you were throwing up in the bathroom, Katsuki had already woken up by the emptiness of your warmth.

Your husband stirs awake, turning his head to the side and squinting to see that you're not on the bed, with Missy scratching her ear sleepily on your spot. He frowns, eyes widening when he hears your choked sobs coming from the bathroom.

Katsuki immediately gets up from the bed, striding towards the bathroom door only to find that it's locked. His eyes widen in worry, a pang in his chest when he hears the quiet sobs and muffled gags on the other side. "Princess? Hey, open up. Is everything okay?"

Your eyes snap open, body trembling in the slightest from the loss of fluids in your body. You pant, gripping onto the stool next to you for support as you flush the toilet; stumbling to go wash your mouth and hands in the process. It's a good thing your hair was tied up.

Your husband sighs in frustration, picking the lock as your eyes widen when he bursts in through the door. Katsuki stares at you in panic- quickly running towards your side and wrapping his arm around your waist as his hand holds yours tightly for stability.

"Fuck, honey, what the hell happened?"

Your heart clenches, feeling guilty for worrying your husband as you're upset about the pregnancy effects. Your head shakes, your lower lip, trembling as you don't want to talk at the moment. Katsuki frowns even more, helping you wash your mouth and face while letting you lean onto him for support.

"Baby, please, just tell me-" "I'm sorry."

Your husband stares at you in disbelief, seeing your lips wobble as you dig your nails into your palms, to which Katsuki immediately disapproves. His hand slips into yours, thumb rubbing over the lines of your palms while leaning back so you can rest your back on his chest.

You sigh deeply, your hand gliding his arm that's wrapped around your waist. Should you tell him? You can't hide it forever.

Katsuki's always been smart. And it's more than likely he'll find out if you keep brushing it off. But you wanted it to be so special. Tears brimm your eyes at the thought; already have planned out the perfect way to tell your husband that you're with child-no, his children.

With a breathy sigh, you swallow hard; the anxiety of the situation sinking in. You're about to tell him you're pregnant.

"Suki, can we go to the bedroom and talk?" Your voice is barely a whisper, a slight worry in your eyes that makes Katsuki start to grow nervous. He nods nonetheless, wrapping his arms under your thighs and carefully carrying you to your shared bed.

Your husband sets you down on his lap, his thumb rubbing your hip while his arm is wrapped around you. Katsuki nuzzles his nose into your cheek, worried crimson eyes staring at you as he waits for you to speak.

The silence fills the room, the growing anxiousness starting to creep into Katsuki as you turn your head to the side and tense up. The blonde gulps, starting to wonder if he did something wrong as he takes a shaky breath.

"If it's something I fucked up-" "I can't be a hero right now."

Your husband stiffens, and you visibly cringe at your bad choice of words. You cover your face with your hands, feeling even more guilty when you catch a glimpse of your husband's expression. Jaw dropped and trying to process what you just said.

Your husband stares at you in shock, and you blink at him, trying to muster up the courage of what you really meant. A heavy sigh leaves your lips, guiltily getting off his lap, and he lets you; only to plop back onto the bed and run a hand through his face.

Taking shaky steps towards your bedroom drawer, you grab a small gift box; the cover is yellow-orange with gold ribbons. You gulp, hands trembling in the slightest in anticipation as you walk back to the blonde splayed out on the bed; as if he was a sick victorian child needing a cure. Why does he always manage to be dramatic in every situation?

You stand next to the bed, carefully slipping the box into his hand before stepping back; wondering if you should run away or not.

Katsuki lifts up the box, giving you a look of confusion as you turn your back towards him, crossing your arms while standing in the corner of the room. The blonde squints, opening the box as you hear a small gasp from him. Yeah, the wall looks very interesting right now.

Tears swell in the blondes crimson eyes, sitting up on the bed while taking shaky breaths while staring down at the pregnancy test and two folded Dynamight baby onesies. Katsuki swallows back a sob; wide, hopeful eyes staring towards your back, almost begging you that this isn't some sick joke.

"You're actually pregnant?..."

Your shoulders tense, giving a shaky nod while covering your sobs with your hands, feeling a mixture of joy, nervousness, and relief that you finally told your beloved husband.

Katsuki wastes no time to make his way towards you, taking quick strides towards your figure as he wraps his arms around your hips and spins you around. Your breath hitches, seeing his gorgeous smile as his crimson eyes cry tears of joy, pupils dilated so much that his eyes look almost black.

A surprised yelp leaves your mouth as your strong husband picks you up, spinning you around carefully as you laugh and wrap your arms around his neck. The champagne-haired man laughs- genuinely while pressing multiple kisses all over your face.

"You're pregnant! You're actually pregnant, oh!- I've been trying for so long and- fuck! I can't believe I'm going to be a daddy!" Katsuki rambles, having a surge of extreme joy as you giggle when Missy starts to bark and jump onto her back legs in excitement. Your husband groans, burying his face into your neck while holding you tightly to him.

He sighs shakily, walking back towards the bed and plopping you down while hovering over you; his forehead resting against yours as his hand slips under the bottom of your shirt and rests on your tummy. "Thank you, thank you, I love you so fucking much it hurts-" He gasps out, making you smile with tears slipping down your cheeks. You laugh shakily, nodding to every word while cupping his face and wiping away the happy tears from his cherry red pearly eyes.

"I'm just happy that we're going to be a family." You whisper, making your husband chuckle and connect his lips with yours; the kiss loving and full of joy and emotion, as he expresses his gratitude into the kiss. Your fingers find their want into his fluffy locks, playing with his hair as he hums in satisfaction. It's perfect.

Missy hops onto the bed, making her way towards you both as she starts to lick Katsuki's face, making him scrunch up in disgust while pulling away from your mouth. You laugh as the blonde beefy man groans and wraps his arms around your waist while hiding his face in the side of your belly. "Missy, whhyyyy?" He whines out in annoyance, as the pomeranian only barks and starts to climb on top of him.

You smile, feeling blissful with your growing family as you ignore your husband's whines and complaints.

"Baby! Does this mean that I can have my army of mini Dynamights?"

"More like Dynamys with the way you're acting, hon."

Katsuki huffs in annoyance, nose scrunching up at the memory of the mini grenade in your high-school days. A giggle escapes your lips, hand rubbing his built back as he hums in content, finally at peace when Missy curls up on top of you both.

"You do realize we'll have to tell the agency about your maternatily leave, right? And that you'll have to let me smother and spoil you every day, right?" Your husband states, a prideful smirk on his face at the fact that he has the opportunity to be the malewife he secretly wants to be.

You snort, nodding your head as you smile and pat his head. "But that also means you'll have to work more for the both of us- and, you'll have to keep being a hero if-" Katsuki puts a finger on your lips, shushing you as he snuggles into your stomach.

"Don't talk right now. Just let me live my malewife dream, baby."

I hope you liked this one, @real-hot-grl-shi !

Dividers by @cafekitsune

#bakugou x reader #dynamight #katsuki bakugou #katsuki x reader #mha #bhna #fanfic #kacchan #kacchan bakugou #dad!bakugou #husband bakugou #pro hero katsuki

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dinosaurwithablog · 3 months ago

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What an incredible creature!!! I've never seen one before. How did I live not knowing about this lovely little seahorse? 😍 it's enchanting and adorable!!

Alex Mustard

"This stunning creature is a Pygmy Seahorse, no bigger than your fingernail! Found in the warm waters of the Indo-Pacific, these seahorses are masters of disguise, blending in perfectly with coral reefs. Their size and camouflage make them almost impossible to spot in the wild.

These little guys don't swim very well, so they spend most of their lives clinging to coral!"

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rocksibblingsau · 2 months ago

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How much trolls merch do you have?

Let's see I have:

-A Trolls bookshelf -Trolls World Tour blanket -Trolls dollhouse -Christmas Poppy standing plush -Several activity books/coloring things -Several actual books -Trollex, Poppy and Tiny Diamond snowglobes -Trolls nail polish -Trolls shampoo -Trolls bath fizz -Trolls World Tour karaoke machine -Strechy hair poppy -Several of the Trollstopia figurines (Branch, Poppy, Val, Synth and Mr. Dinkles) -A trolls 1 mini -Moxie figurine -3 dozenish tiny dancers -2 dozenish Mineez -3 Trollex plushes (with 1 more on the way) -Barb Itty Bitty -Trollex, Barb, Poppy and Branch mini plush -Trolls tote bag -Trolls backpack with matching lunch box -Trolls canvas basket -Trolls Barb headband -Trolls jewelry set -Kinderegg Trollex -Trollex funko -Mcdonalds Trollex -3 Bliss Marina toys -2 of the Trollex figurines that comes with Tadd/Coral Blush -Various tiny Trolls figurines of unknown origin -Trolls World Tour puzzles -Hug time watch -World Tour Uno -Trolls shapes and colors flashcards -Funfair Poppy -Random Poppy fashion doll

And not officially licensed but many Brynth pins I commissioned

I probably have more that I'm forgetting

#sibblings qna #i love trolls #honestly its a very small collection rn im working on expanding it

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honey-minded-hivemind · 8 months ago

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Itty bitty Mer X-Men, Brotherhood, and Acolytes with a Reader who was turned into a mer (and they happen to be a teen/child/guppy). That sounds really cute and very snuggly to me.

Reader could be anything from a tiny jellyfish mer to a tiny octopus mer to a tiny clownfish mer to a tiny betta fish mer to a tiny shark mer to a- (you get the picture). And the platonic yans are so excited to have another mer with them! The teens/guppies get a sibling/hatchmate/podmate, who's new and needs help and they want to gladly give it to them! Let them be their friends! They'll happily share snacks and nests, too! The adults/caretakers are thrilled, because they like taking care of guppies, and this one seems lost and they're alone and where are their parents their pod- They're scooping Reader up and putting then in their coral nursery, nudging toys their way and trying to see if they're hungry or if they need any care (and snuggling with them, too, because this tiny guppy is too cold-)

And Reader is surrounded by very colorful fish people who they now understand, but isn't let out from the nursery or left alone. They're stuck trying to find a way out, while having constant love and care happily force-fed to them (they might even be actually force-fed, who knows). They have all the blankets and nests and beds and toys and love and protection they could ever need... But all Reader wants is to go back to normal...

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere #platonic yandere xmen evolution #platonic yandere xmen evolution au #Tiny! Mer Reader #Tiny! Mer X-Men #🐠itty bitty mer🐚 au

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karamane4589 · 2 months ago

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way back when i was just a little bitty bird, livin' in a hangar in the corner of the basement half a block from Michigan's Bait Shop- you know the place- well, back then everything was just going swell, and everything was just PEACHY. except, of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning, my handler would make me a big ol' bowl of Monkey Gord-O's for breakfast. i said to my handler, "hey, walt, what's with all the Gord-O's?" and my dear, sweet handler, he looks at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train, and he leaned down next to me, and he said, "IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!" then he tied me to to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth and force fed me nothing but Gord-O's until i was twenty-six and a half years old. that's when i swore that someday, someday i would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, faraway place where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm Coral, and the towels are oh so fluffy! where the redguns and the vespers are in their ACs all day long, and anyone on the street will gladly shave your back for a NICKEL!

WAKKA-WAKKA DOO-DOO YEAH!

now lemme tell you people, it wasn't long before my dream came true, because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest to see who could guess the number of molecules on Middle Flatwell's butt. i was off by 3, but i still one the grand prize- that's right, a one-way ticket

to INSTITUTE CITY! INSTITUTE CITY!

#armored core 6 #ac6 #armored core 6 fires of rubicon #armored core vi #armored core #might continue this in the morning idk

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aristocrating · 5 months ago

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I wish you would write a fic where Bitty died during the first Haus party, but doesn't really realize it, and now haunts the Haus doing his ghost vlogs

that's such a fun prompt!! here's my quick pantsing take on it

Hey, y’all! Sorry it’s been a bit since the last video! Things have been sooo hectic!

Jack was so pissed after the Kegster, y’all! You wouldn’t believe! I heard him yell at Ransom and Holster in the den for a solid hour the next day, over the Lord knows what!

Those two boys are so nice though! They helped me do my first kegstand! I’m a real college boy now, y’all!

But, y’all? These hockey boys do NOT appreciate my baking. Every time I whip up something for them they avoid the kitchen like the plague! Now, I know my mama raised a little Southern gentleman and I may have high standards when it comes to manners, but not even a simple thank you?! Why do I spend this whole time baking for them if they’re gon’ be like this?

Anyways, it turns out there’s not only boys livin’ in that house? I met these two lovely gals after the Kegster who said they’re livin’ there, too! Who knew!

_X_ _X_ _X_

“Holtz, I heard it again.”

“Go back to sleep, Rans.”

“No, Adam, I heard it for sure this time.”

Adam sits up and rubs his eyes. “Dude, I hear nothing.”

“Bro, I’m not fucking crazy. It sounds like it’s coming from downstairs. Like, kitchenware clattering.”

Adam listens into the silence. And, indeed, now that he’s focusing.

“Rans. Is that someone… singing?”

Adam hears the bed squeak above him as Ransom sits up. “Shit. Bro. You’re right.” There’s more rustling, and when Adam looks up, he can see Ransom looking down at him over the edge of his bed, staring back at him, looking as mortified as Adam feels.

Ransom scrambles down from the top bunk, and they both quickly pull on boxers before creeping down the stairs.

Adam nearly has a heart-attack when he bumps into Jack in the dark. “Jesus Christ, dude! What the hell– … Jack?”

Jack is standing in the dark hallway, blue eyes looking ghastly in the dark. He’s shaking.

“Fuck, Ransy,” Holster hisses. “Jack is coral-reefing.”

Ransom quickly pushes past Adam and puts a hand on Jack’s chest. “Breathe with me, bro.”

It takes a few moments before Jack makes a sound like he’s choking as he gasps for air. “I– Ransom.”

“It’s me, bro.”

“Did you also–” He doesn’t even need to finish the question.

“Yeah, bro,“ Adam says and puts what he hopes is a soothing hand on Jack’s shoulder.

“Calisse.”

“We were about to go down to look.”

Jack shakes his head. “I know what it is. It’s that baker kid.” He turns to look at them, and Adam sees his face contorted with anger again in the dark.

“Woah, bro!” Adam shoots Ransom a look. He knows Ransom is feeling the guilt well up inside of him again, because he feels the same. “Let’s not–”

“Shhh,” Ransom goes. He holds up a finger. “Do you hear it?”

There it is again, clear as day now. A voice, downstairs. Singing. Clear notes echo faintly through the stillness of the Haus. And what’s worse–

“Do you fucking smell that?” Jack goes.

All three of them slowly creep downstairs, jumpy with every step as the wood creaks beneath their feet. They make it to the kitchen, and there it is:

On the kitchen table, which has been wiped clean, stands a peach cobbler in the pan.

Fresh from the oven.

_X_ _X_ _X_

It’s what you do…

It’s what you see…

I know if I’m haunting you, you must be haunting me…

#check please

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vex-bittys · 2 years ago

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May I have an oc matchup?

Bonfire (bon): 31 years old, female, depression, anxiety, has 8 spider monster mates (not that they’ve asked or she’s noticed, but it’s still a thing), loves rocks/crystals, makes jewelry, does her own nail art (and sometimes the spiders’), loves giving affection, cooking, baking. Lives with the spiders, who all help her. The spiders are each from a different au. Classic, fell, swap, swapfell, horror, horrorfell, dancetale, and mobtale. Loves encouraging others in their interests and listening to them ramble. Klutz, low self esteem, but it’s better than it was thanks to the spiders. There’s always good food in the house, lots of plushies and cuddles available. She loves doing different things together (parallel play). Patience soul

My recommendations for Bonfire (Bon) are:

Papython (UT!Papyrus): Papythons exude a natural aura of positivity which I think would benefit Bon. Papythons are also sweet and encouraging which I think both she and her spider mates would appreciate. Papythons love physical affection and they would definitely enjoy watching or helping with the cooking or baking.

Krait (Gaster): Kraits are shy, affectionate lamias who would definitely like a home where they are encouraged and listened to. Kraits like to be carried everywhere, so they become a portable little cheerleader for every activity. Kraits would be very comfortable around Bon’s spider mates because they love biology and different creatures/monsters/animals.

Coral (UF!Sans): A Patience SOUL is handy when it comes to adopting a Coral. They have difficulty expressing themselves and can be quite tsundere. Corals can be won over by appealing to their interests: shiny things (rocks/crystals), tactile things (plushies), and food (food). Despite their reluctance to admit it, Corals care very deeply for their adopters, and I think parallel would be a great way for him to build up an ability to show that affection.

*Let me know if you’d like an adoption scenario. I don’t usually recommend one lamia over the others but I think a Coral might be a near perfect match when it comes to overall happiness for the lamia and the adopter.

#vexy answers #firedrakegirl #lamia bitty matchup #papython bitty #krait bitty #coral bitty #lamia bittybones

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pokemon-ash-aus · 1 year ago

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Indigo’s kids are stinkin’ adorable!

Could we have more facts about them?

Ahhhhhh i wanted to draw this but my motives TANKED so here are some itty bitty facts about all the kiddos!

Coral- Togepi Fusion (He/him)

-Middle Child! He was the 2nd one out of the shell and the second one to open his eyes!

-Biggest of the trio! Slightly larger than average in comparison but huge against his siblings.

- Anxiety, He's picked up on his father's danger sense, but because he's a Togepi fusion it doesnt work properly. As a Togekiss he gets a better handle on it.

- Constantly afraid he's doing something wrong, even if he ISNT doing anything wrong.

- Perfectionist, if one thing is out of place and he cant fix it, he will flop onto the floor and cry.

-An absolute Daddy's boy. All three of his dad's are very aware that he needs a lot of attention and love, and if something goes wrong, Coral is the snitch (anxiety helps them, not so much Coral)

-Indigo's nickname for him is Coco because "You're so sweet baby." and Coco wears it like a medal.

Rose, Happiny Fusion (He/They)

-The Baby of the trio! Can't get away with anything even if he is the youngest.

- Has constant nightmares, it's his premonition senses going off but warped beyond recognition. He never gets a handle on this, but his nightmares slow down.

-Can't sleep alone. Even as a fully grown Blissey. He wanrs to sleep wih Dad and no one is gonna stop him!

- Has no sense of taste. Constantly eating everything and anything he can get his hands on.

-Is the most romantically inclined of his siblings, but uses this force to try and match his siblings up with others as they grow.

-Is also the only one that can take hits like a tank. He's not good at dishing out pain but that's okay cause his siblings take that over.

-They also know the most healing moves of the entire family, surpassing even Indigo whose a paranoid nut.

-A little gremlin through and through, constantly causing trouble because no one would ever believe its him (too bad his older brother is a SNITCH)

-Has once trapped both his siblings in a box because he was mad.

-Rose's nickname is Rosebud because they will ALWAYS be Indigo's baby. Even when he's fully grown.

Punch, Buneary Fusion - (They/them)

-Punch is the oldest. First out and ifrst to open his eyes.

-Baby is the fluffiest of his family and needs to be sheared to avoid getting overheated. Indigo uses the wool to knit sweaters and toys for the kids. Punch is always so happy.

-They're also the one that takes pkaytime waaaaay too seriously.

-Indigo once handed them a buneary plush and Punch froze.

"What's the matter Pun?"

"Daddy, i cant be a parent, im only 2."

-Yeah, Punch is the one to constantly have Indigo keeling over laughing because their statements are so OUTRAGEOUS its too funny to NOT laugh.

-It is also the reason their nickname is Pun, little bap is too naturally funny.

-They are also the one to fight the Eevee pups CONSTANTLY.

-The Eevee's all know bite, and that hurts for Punch constantly.

-Doesnt stop them from trying to win.

-They have also fought the Pichu and Pikachu pinkies and often goes so far to try and beat up fully grown pokemon.

-When they loose, they wail to dad because "THEY BIT ME!"

"Yeah Pun, that's what happens when you pick a fight."

-Despite their name, Punch's kicks are POWERFUL

-They can knock out an unsuspecting person if Punch is mad enough.

-When they grow though, their punches WILL match the prowress of their legs.

-Very much a Glass Canon, cannot take a hit for the life of them but MAN does it hurt when they hit.

#future babytwo

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fantasy-fields-bitty-center · 2 years ago

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Lamia bitty: Blueberror

Blueberror Lamia

Name: Blue Coral

Species: Blue Malayan coral snake

Size: 8 - 12 inches total, 3'5 - 5 inches standing(mini) 5.5 - 18 feet total, 2 - 3'5 feet standing(fullsize) 10 - 20 feet total, 5'5 - 7 feet standing(bara)

Venom: Yes

Personality: Excitable, zany,

Likes: Large households, helping, having friends, playing, playing outside, exercising,

Dislikes: Small households, being bored, being alone, small spaces,

Compatibility: These bitties love and do best in larger households where they can have a lot of friends and don't have to be alone!

Due to the fact they never want to be alone they do really well with clingy bitties and bitties that don't like being away from their friends! And rarely get annoyed by this, and normally when they do it's because they're bored,

These bitties can easily get the zoomies! This is a good thing and it means they feel safe and comfertable! Though they need the space to slither/zoom/bounce around when they get the zoomies!

Giving these bitties supervised outside time is recommended if possible! These bitties should me supervised as much as possible for at least the first few weeks and whenever they are outside, no matter their size!

These bitties are very prone to accidents and often need extra help with things!

Feeding habits: These bitties arent very picky and will eat just about anything, though they love to help in the kitchen!

Additional info: These bitties are afraid of being alone and often don't do well in smaller households due to this!

Zone: N/A, Inside, Plains,

In Universe: These bitties are seen as hard to care for but absolute sweethearts!

Difficulty: Intermediate - Advanced

Features:

Main colors: Black, blue,

Secondary colors: Blue

Extra: N/A

Additional info: They're mostly black with blue race stripes going down their sides and a blue underbelly

#bittybones #bitty info #Bitty Bio #adoptable #lamia info #lamia bitty #Blue Coral lamia bitty #intermediate #advanced

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fantasy-fields-danger-zone · 3 months ago

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Alphatale bitty: Reef zora

AlphaTale Zora bitty

Name: Poseidon

Species: Zora(Reef)

AU: HorrorFell

Size: 12 - 18 inches tall(mini), 4 - 5 feet tall(fullsize)

Personality: Territorial, protective, stubborn, caring,

Likes: Corals, salt water, mid-large sized packs,

Dislikes: being the only bitty, fresh water, not having corals, tiny-small packs,

Compatibility: They almost always have some form of scar and/or ripped fins/other injuries, though they often have a lot of scars- and unscared Poseidon is very rare and they rarely stay unscared for long as they spare with any guard types they have in their pack to make sure they're strong enough, as Poseidon bitties are one of the strongest Alphas at Fantasy Fields!

They are extremely over protective of their packs, they are extremely territorial as well, and rarely get along with any other alphas(say for their mates, since solar alpha mates are considered lunar alphas!) and need a lot of space between packs as well, as if there isnt enough unmarked territory between them they will often attempt to take over the other pack as well, even if their pack is smaller and they dont hard guard types, they will literally be a one bitty army-

They have a soft spot for hatchlings/kids/younger bitties, and can easily be 'tamed' by younger bitties, they can even convince them to accept alphas into their packs!

They are caring towards their packs, often doing their best to make sure everyone is ok,

They need at least 10-20 other packmates, this often turns many off since usually, their packs have to mostly be other reef zoras, though they get along well with mer bitties and other aquatic/semi aquatic bitties! as long as they can spend most of the time under water,

Feeding habits: They mostly eat fish, and prefer leaving the coral to thrive, though will eat coral if it's dead,

Additional info: All Zora have biolights!

Zora's communally care for their hatchlings and any will adopt them as they lay 4-10 eggs at a time, they may also allow other packs(or bitties in general) to adopt their hatchlings as long as they are sure they will care for them properly(and can care for them properly)

Reef zoras are salt water zoras! they need salt water to live! Reef zoras also need a large tank/body of (salt)water that corals can grow in!

Zone: Inside,

Natural rank: Alpha(Solar)

Heat info: Lasts 4-8 days every year, around fall

Will mainly have dom heats, though have been seen having sub heats, but rarely,

Will need help from his mate/s or will need time by themselves when having a heat,

In Universe: They are seen as odd and hard to care for, though many still like this type of bitty!

Difficulty: Advanced

#adoptable #bitty info #bittybones #bitty bio #bitty heat info #alphatale #zora bitty #zora info #advanced

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vorish-wonderland · 2 years ago

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You're a rare tiny species of mermaid, separated from your family in an unfamiliar environment. You're found by a curious moray, who offers to bring you somewhere nice and safe... something tells you this can't end well.

Includes: soft/safe vore, fearplay, unwilling prey, mentions of digestion

★✦A Narrow Escape✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

The sea is a harsh environment.

Its waters are cold and unforgiving, especially to someone as small as you.

You were a mermaid the size of a shrimp, a very unfortunate size to be in this horrible world. A world that was kill or be killed, eat or be eaten.

You wish you were bigger. A size that would at least allow you to fight back against those who wanted to kill you.

You had gotten lost.

You might as well already be dead.

If not now, then you will be soon.

You're in unfamiliar waters, separated from your family, cold and alone.

You must be somewhere north... it's very cold...

So cold...

So cold.

"Huuuuuuuh...? What's this~?" A carefree voice asked. "An itty-bitty mermaid all alone~?"

You turned around to the direction of the voice, only to see a shadowy figure swimming away. You tried to follow it to see what this thing was, but it was just too fast for you. It swam in circles around you.

"You're so small... aren't you scaaaaared out here all alone...?" The voice asked. "Someone as small as you could be gobbled up at any second~ Aren't you nervous?"

You knew exactly what that was implying.

You aren't making it out of this alive.

"You're the size of a shrimp, hehe! In that case, why don't I call you Shrimpy?" The voice laughed to itself about the 'endearing' nickname it had given you.

The shadow finally stopped swimming in circles around you, allowing you to get a better look at him, and vice-versa.

"Oh that's strange..." He said. "Your kind isn't usually seen this far up north, what could you be doing here, Shrimpy?"

He's right. You live in the South of the Coral Sea, so someone like you was a rare sight around... wherever you are now.

"Hey, Shrimpy, you must be cold, aaaaaaren't you~?" He asked, in a sweet-ish voice. "I can bring you somewhere nice and warm and safe... doesn't that sound nice?"

Alarm bells began going off in your head.

"Aha, I'm right! You're shivering your tiny little arms off! C'mon, don't you wanna warm up~?"

The unfamiliar cold waters were too much for you... but you'd honestly prefer freezing to death to being eaten alive.

"Follow me, little Shrimpy~"

He grabbed your entire body with his hand alone, swimming off somewhere and dragging you along with him.

The easily 12-foot-long merman dragged you along with him for what felt like forever.

"We're here, Shrimpy~"

You could've sworn it felt even colder here.

"Heeeeeey Shrimpy... you're so small in my hands... if I squeezed ya, I bet you'd pop!" He told you, licking his lips. "Your blood would be everywhere... I bet your blood tastes delicious! But you know what...? Could I just...?"

He brought you closer to his face. He uncurled his fingers, allowing you a chance to escape, but before you took that chance, he licked you, tasting every part of your body from your tail to the top of your head.

...you really are going to die here. There's no doubt about it now.

The warmth you had temporarily experienced was replaced with a freezing cold as he savoured your taste in his mouth.

"Mmmmm~ Ehehe, you even taste like a shrimp, Shrimpy." He told you.

Now's your only chance of escaping. Even if you don't, it's better to die knowing you tried to escape rather than lying still and accepting your fate.

You tried to swim away.

"Oh. Tryna run? Well, part of the satisfaction is from the thrill of the hunt... so go ahead and swim away, Shrimpy, I'll give you a head start, even!"

He smirked.

"Not that it'll do ya any good~"

You swam as fast as you could, trying your hardest to escape this... predator.

This ravenous, carnivorous eel... can you even escape him? No, you can't, there's no way!

It's hopeless, but you have to keep going.

Otherwise you'll be-!

"Boo!"

You were grabbed tightly.

"Ehehe! Did you really think you could get away?" He laughed to himself. "I'm feeling nice, so I'll give you a tip for next time- well... not like there's gonna be a next time for ya. Aaaaaaanyways, morays like me tend to hide and ambush prey, so you're better off staying away from the reefs... but you'd be exposing yourself to a ton of predators, so you're kinda screwed either way, Shrimpy~"

You were completely frozen from fear. Every little cell in your body was telling you to try and escape.

"You ready~? Three, two, one, and!"

He stuffed you into his mouth.

He savoured your taste for as long as he could, he loved every second of it. The way you pounded your tiny fists against his teeth, like that would do anything...

It felt amazing, he'd play with you forever if he could, but...

"PLEASE DON'T! L-LET ME OUT, PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING-!" You screamed, before...

Something sharp clamped onto your tail.

You're being dragged backwards. Deeper. Down into his throat.

It didn't matter how much you screamed, cried, pleaded, begged, he didn't care.

And then you were swallowed. The second jaws let go of your tail as you were sent downward, downward, downward...

Towards your final destination.

Floyd coiled himself around a rock, enjoying the feeling of a full belly and having a live tiny mermaid inside of him...

Now to just relax and digest for a bit...

Then he screamed out in pain as, from inside him, you bit the wall of his stomach as hard as you could.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" He yelled.

"G-GET ME OUT!!" You sobbed.

"Aww, what's wrong, Shrimpy~?" He mockingly asked. "Sure, it'll hurt, it'll REALLY fucking hurt, but... after a while, you won't feel anything!"

He pressed his stomach against the rock he was coiled around, and you responded by once again biting him.

"Would you stop that?!" He yelled.

You kept biting, since that was clearly working.

"I SAID STOP!" He yelled, before punching himself in the gut.

It hurt, but you kept biting him.

"UGGGHHH, YOU'RE SO ANNOYING!" He yelled, angrily. "FINE. I'll let you out. It's not worth all this pain....."

Wait...

Wait, that worked?!

You're going to live!

"I really thought someone like you woulda just accepted their fate. Guess not." He sighed. "I'll go find something else to eat..."

You were so thankful to be let out into the water once more.

"You go on, swim away. But if I come across you again, you won't be so lucky."

And then, the eel swam away.

...

You really survived that...!

#ooh it'd be fun to do one of these stories where it's like #pitch black dead of night and the story uses the tweels bioluminescence to make it a real horror story!#that'd be soooo fun #safe vore #soft vore #twst vore #twisted wonderland vore #gt vore #v.ore #v/ore #floyd leech

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