#drabblesforquincy

[tellmewhatyouc]

Quincy's Birthday Letter 🦊💤

Kuya's letter was written by chocoyuridream, Quincy's was written by me!

You can find the plain text version on AO3.

[nuflashfic]

Let's celebrate Quincy's birthday with drabbles! Between September 10-16, I'll be reblogging submissions posted under the #DrabblesForQuincy tag (feel free to @ this account as well). All ships, AUs, headcanons, tropes, etc. welcome 💤

AO3 Collection

[phaerlax]

Randomly writes a fic without Garu or Karu in it, posts, dies

(A continuation of Familiar Recompense)

"This isn't really necessary, y'know… Can't I just promise I'll be really extra good this time?"

Quincy had just tied his arms behind his back, and Morvay pouts as he tests the rope. The forest guardian sighs, testing it too—making sure it's tight enough.

"Even if you mean it now… Can't trust you when you're eating." Quincy remembers the last time he'd fed Huey's younger ravening fiend. He vowed never to repeat that harrowing experience. But with the incubus having rescued Topper today… He's willing to give another chance.

(Not too much slack, though.)

The mention of eating seems to placate Morvay somewhat, yet he still pouts and squirms—out of some principle that eludes Quincy. Doesn’t he like bondage…?

"Hmph, fine– But don't think I don't know what you're really up to here, lumberjack..." 

Faced with a puzzled frown, Morvay lets his pout give way to a mischievous smirk. "You're actually into this 'cause of how it pushes my chest out just so, right? You really are a total boob guy… Well, no problem! Feast your eyes before my feast, hehe~"

Morvay bounces in place—and his plush pecs, barely contained by that shiny black top, bounce along. Quincy is compelled to note– not for the first time– how the incubus' nipples seem perpetually pronounced under that scant fabric…

The apparent interest emboldens the fiend, driving him to bounce in place with more vigor and less shame, giggling and jiggling in a scandalous spectacle of succulent flesh. He even moans a little, stimulated by gravity alone as those tight skimpy clothes are made to grind on sensitive nips.

Quincy can't deny that the display is somewhat captivating, but the incubus' words are also still bouncing– ugh, still echoing in his mind. He'd said—

"I'm a… 'boob guy'?" The clansman tries out the mouthfeel of that lewd idiom, quickly diagnosing its likely source. "The little devil said that?"

"Yeah!" Bounce, bounce. "Major boob guy. Master told us how you're always– wagh– aah, waiith—!"

The human had ripped open his top, letting Morvay's tits bounce free for only an instant before calloused fingers pinch down on those swollen pink nubs. The incubus' pupils glow and pulse into vague heart shapes; each rough tug shoots jolts of pleasure down his spine all the way to the tip of his tail, which spasms and curls.

"Ghh, gyaa-ahh, you can't– just– touch an incubus like thaaah, ah, s-so– fucking– good, shit, ah!" 

Morvay shudders in submissive bliss when Quincy grabs full handfuls of his chest, his nipples pressed and ground against the human's palms. Drool drips from his lolling tongue as the mark on his belly burns brighter with sexual energy—

"Ghh, good, but, hghh, hungryy– please f-feed me, you said– you– ghnn– aah!"

"You'll eat… when this guy has had enough," says the human with rare playfulness. He moves into place behind Morvay and pulls the familiar onto his lap, facing forward—still getting maddeningly fondled. 

"You feed from below too, right…?"

[phaerlax]

Quincy/Karu drabble with the vines prompt 🐺🍆🌱

"Did the damn old fox say that breedervine fruit would make you… more virile? Bigger?" Quincy sighs, looking down at the restrained, weakened wolf who writhes on the ground. "Not true. And I'm sure he didn't mention the poison either. Troublesome…"

The human adjusts the scarf around his face to ward off any further bursts of enfeebling pollen from the plants—they had probably not recharged yet, but doesn't hurt to be safe. 

Karu, however, took no such precautions, and the vines got him good; as such, he cannot reply with more than a few choked grunts now. In a cruel twist of irony, the wolf's mouth is stuffed with the 'fruit' that he'd sought– contrary to popular belief, though, those large (and indeed rather phallic) growths on breedervines are not fruits, but specialized stamens. When the plants detect the approach of a suitable animal, they incapacitate it with toxins and penetrate it with the stamens, pumping it full of a seed-packed paste, making it an incubator for new seedlings… Hence that name.

Karu can count himself lucky that Quincy doesn't share Rei's penchant for reciting unnecessary, troubling information. The young yokai seems like he's suffering enough from being witnessed in that undignified state, helplessly restrained with what amounts to plant cocks lodged down his throat and up his ass… 

He doesn't need to know that he's also pretty much being impregnated in the process. Quincy spares him the horror; it will be simple enough to purge Karu of the seedlings with magic later.

"Let's get you free."

The wolf huffs acknowledgement at first, but then he's grunting in distress—as much as he can with limited breathing capacity. He's startled because Quincy had reached down without explanation and fished his dick out of his half-lowered shorts– proving that, clearly, the endowment-boosting properties of breedervine are just folklore; Karu is as 'average' as ever down there. He is formidably erect, though. 

(Besides its subduing effects, breedervine toxin is a potent aphrodisiac, probably to facilitate penetration. Indeed, the stamen seems to have pushed quite deep into the pup's slick and naturally inviting hole, which only stimulates him further.)

"...The vines bonded to your essence. If you cum and relax, they'll relax too. Then I can pull them out without hurting you," he explains to the red-faced boy, whose humiliation seems to peak as his throbbing little dick is fondled. Despite his muffled protests, Quincy's fingers are quickly coated with pre. 

"It will be quicker if I stroke your tail, mhn?"

(He could have simply used a knife… but breedervines are a somewhat endangered species. Karu would surely not appreciate that reasoning, so Quincy omits it as well.)

Soon enough, the forest guardian has the young yokai in his arms and is carrying him home to take care of that gaped, puffy, bred hole that drips with– well, seed.

Nuzzling Quincy's neck in an unusual display of submission, Karu asks that he never speak of this to anyone. Easy enough to grant…

[tellmewhatyouc]

Title: two, maybe three Fandom: NU: carnival Characters: Quincy & Blade, Quincy & everyone Words: 500 a drabble sequence for @nuflashfic's birthday drabbles! read on ao3 or right here on tumblr 🎂💤

“Ku-Ku, how old is Quin-Quin?”

Kuya glanced up from the book he’d been skimming in a moment of boredom. Blade had a habit of appearing out of nowhere, so Kuya was hardly surprised to see him in the otherwise quiet library.

“Old enough,” Kuya answered. “I doubt he’s counting anymore.”

“Hm��” Blade tapped a finger on his chin. “A hundred?”

“At least.” Kuya’s gaze settled on his book again. “Maybe two, three.”

“Okay! We can have our dinner outside, then.”

Kuya raised an eyebrow, but didn’t bother looking up as Blade skipped away. He was sure he’d find context later.

Quincy wasn’t usually one for a party, but he couldn’t refuse a meal in his honor— especially one made by Yakumo. They’d set up a large table in the mansion’s garden, and the scenery amidst the sunset made for a soothing atmosphere.

Thankfully, there wasn’t all too much fanfare as the other guests arrived, only friendly greetings and a few small trinkets as gifts. Throughout dinner, Quincy listened to the chitchat around the table, finding it more enjoyable than he had around that time a year ago. So much had changed in such a short span of time… particularly, Rei sat beside Quincy now, quiet but seemingly content in everyone’s company.

The meal was, as Quincy expected, delicious. He was completely satisfied, more than ready for a good night’s sleep, but it seemed the celebration wasn’t over yet— Blade was the first to stand from his seat, grabbing Yakumo’s hand before they rushed back into the house.

“You’re gonna stick around for dessert, right?” Eiden nudged Quincy’s arm with his elbow, answering his question almost immediately. “Blade said it’s really special.”

Quincy raised an eyebrow. He was tired… but he supposed sleep could wait. “Sure.”

“Great! He said I have to blindfold you, though.”

It was… concerning. But Quincy doubted Blade had anything malicious going on, so he didn’t protest as Eiden secured a piece of fabric over his eyes. He heard some shuffling around, whispering, laughter… and eventually smelled the distinct scent of something burning.

“Okay, you can look now!” Blade called out.

Nothing could have prepared Quincy for the sight before him.

He first noticed the flames, like a bonfire burning in an open area of the garden. While Eiden led him closer, he realized there was, in fact, a cake under there. The multi-layered cake was almost as tall as Blade himself— an easy comparison, as Blade was the only one standing remotely close to the thing.

“Happy birthday!” Blade announced in a singsong voice. “Make a wish!”

Quincy looked at the other clan members, a safer distance away from the inferno. Some looked anxious (mainly Yakumo), some were horrified (mainly Edmond), and some were barely holding back laughter (most notably, Kuya).

After he had a moment to take everything in, really process the sheer absurdity of the situation, Quincy couldn’t help laughing himself.

He didn’t have anything to wish for; he was happy where he was.