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[razzle-zazzle]

Whumptober Day 07: Only for Emergencies

Unconventional Weapon

2657 Words; Pearl and Seaglass, pre-Raz pulling an Ariel

TW for mild violence and discussions of mind control

AO3 ver

Frazie really just could not believe her brother sometimes. Both of them!

Queepie was still a fry, so he didn’t really count—and Frazie certainly hoped he grew up to have some sense in his head—but growing up right between Idiots #1 and #2 certainly didn’t inspire much confidence. At least Mirtala was turning out to be sensible.

Still, cavorting around with a Sea Witch? Frazie almost didn’t believe it. But too many things lined up: disappearing at odd hours with no explanation of where he’d been, perusing shells and tablets concerning the Sea Witch—not to mention the poetry he’d been writing—and coming home with ink smeared on his hands and face—it all painted a picture that Frazie didn’t like.

What was even worse was just how besotted Dion was. Lovesick expressions, lovesick poetry, that dreamy brainless look in his face and the way his fins fluttered—urgh. Frazie would rather eat a live sea slug than suffer through Dion’s stupid little lovesick fin flutters at dinner. But that wasn’t even the worst part—Frazie knew the stories. She knew why her parents held the throne in their little kingdom, knew why they had the Leviathan Spear on a plinth in their room. She knew that the Sea Witch lurking at the edges of the kingdom was the same as the one in the legend—every mer within three days’ swimming range of the castle knew it. It was one thing for Dion to be acting like a lovesick idiot; it was another when the subject of his affections was an ancient Sea Witch.

It was for this reason that Frazie found herself in her parents’ room, staring at the plinth containing the Leviathan Spear. It stood there, the shaft wrapped in a beautiful silver ribbon, nacre tip appearing more ornamental than deadly. Frazie’s fins twitched anxiously; she really wasn’t supposed to be here, staring at a weapon she shouldn’t yet be wielding.

But sometimes rules had to be broken when it came to her family’s safety. Resolve set, Frazie grabbed the Leviathan Spear. The magic etched into its very being thrummed through her, and she recoiled, almost dropping the spear before regaining her grip. The spear itself wasn’t heavy, but the magic flowing through it was, sharp and bright and heady and seeping into Frazie’s body from her head to her tail.

It felt powerful. It felt like a promise, heavy with the weight of legends. It felt smooth and impossibly light, magic pricking at the webbing of Frazie’s hands.

It felt like exactly what Frazie needed.

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Frazie ducked down into the trench, the soft glow of the Leviathan Spear marking her descent. It was a little obvious for her tastes—but during what little she had done to get used to it, she hadn’t found any way to turn down the glow.

Whatever. Frazie supposed the power it held more than made up for the glow highlighting her position.

The legend of the Sea Witch and her pet leviathan had as many variations as there were mer in the sea, but Frazie had grown up in the halls of the mer directly responsible for the legend—she figured she knew more than anyone else besides her parents. The Leviathan Spear’s tip may not have been very sharp, but just a touch could reduce mer to stone and bubbles. Whoever held the Leviathan Spear could launch it along whichever trajectory they chose—provided they knew what they were doing—and it would always return to the user’s hand. Beyond that, it really was just an ornamental spear; too gaudy and overpowered for hunting, too powerful to use as more than a showpiece at festivals.

The bottom of the trench was littered with cave entrances, none of them obviously marked. Frazie swam about, looking this way and that, holding the Leviathan Spear out like a gaudy torch as she peered into each of the cave entrances. None of them were obviously marked as the entrance to the Sea Witch’s den—but Frazie had seen Dion come out to this trench plenty of times before. It had to be here. And really, it was just like the Sea Witch to hide herself, cowardly old hag that she was.

Frazie was about to just pick a cave and dive in, maybe even start blasting the stone itself with the spear—when her eyes caught on something glimmering among a tangle of knotted kelp strands. Kelp strands that didn’t grow down here. Her eyes narrowed, and she swam forwards, holding the spear in one hand and pushing aside kelp with the other. The object resolved itself: an old shell, pale blue, a crack running from the lip to the center of the spiral.

Frazie recognized that shade of blue. It was only the exact shade that Dion would spend hours looking for, because if he wore a shell or pearl that wasn’t just the right shade—

Well, it was the sign Frazie needed. Just down these tunnels was the Sea Witch that had summoned a leviathan, that had gone up against her mother wielding this spear and gotten away alive, that had so many decades and maybe even centuries of experience on Frazie—

Frazie gripped the Leviathan Spear tighter. It was fine, she was fine. She just had to go down into the scary cave and wave the pointy end at the Sea Witch until the enchantress agreed to leave her brother alone. No biggie. Her parents had used this thing to defeat a leviathan at her age, so she could totally intimidate a Sea Witch. Yeah.

And Dion didn’t deserve to be thralled by a soulless old hag, no matter how obnoxious he was. Yeah! Frazie nodded. She could do this!

With that resolve in her mind, Frazie dove.

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The tunnels branched off in confusing patterns, and more than once Frazie wondered if she had gotten herself hopelessly lost. But the Leviathan Spear had started to pull against her hands ever so slightly, seemingly urging Frazie deeper. She trusted the relic, and let it guide her down to where the sun had never reached, pale glow illuminating the gloom.

Eventually, she noticed a green glow, almost completely lost in the glow of the Leviathan Spear. Pulling it back, Frazie interposed herself between the spear and the light—yep, that was definitely something else glowing just around that corner. Sealight, if she had to guess.

Frazie peeked into the cavern. Sealight dotted the ceiling at irregular intervals along nets strung up across the cavern, not quite bright enough to combat the darkness—the Leviathan Spear was far brighter, Frazie realized, primed to give her away the moment the Sea Witch turned around. Frazie only allowed herself another moment to examine the mer in question, who was maneuvering about on four of her eight tentacles, moving things on the shelf before her around with the other four. She seemed to be in constant motion—and smaller than Frazie expected. Way Smaller.

Frazie adjusted her grip on the shaft of the Leviathan Spear. Now or never. She lunged forwards, stripes lighting up with a cry of challenge undercut with a whistle. She stopped just short of skewering the Sea Witch, who whirled around with a snarl, facial fins flared. Luminous orange eyes glared back at Frazie from a suspiciously young face, and the shadows in the cavern shifted dangerously.

“Oh, what the fuck.” The Sea Witch’s stripes flashed orange as she spoke. The water behind Frazie shifted, and suddenly she was rocketing backwards, something cool wrapped around the base of her tailfin. Frazie twisted around, swinging the Leviathan Spear, and the moment the light ghosted over her tail whatever was holding it vanished.

What the hell…? Unless—

The old lady was already casting some kind of illusion upon herself to appear younger—no doubt to help her seduce and enthrall Dion—which meant Frazie couldn’t trust her eyes anymore. So she closed them, letting the movement of the water tell her when and how to move in order to avoid being grabbed by hidden tentacles. The light from the Leviathan Spear helped, warding off unseen threats through… Frazie wasn’t entirely sure how it worked, actually. She wasn’t a witch.

“Leave my brother alone!” Frazie charged forwards, the Leviathan Spear held before her. The Sea Witch darted to the side with a siphon blast, snarling, and Frazie hurriedly turned to avoid smashing into the shelves.

“He’s the one coming to me!” The Sea Witch lied, sinking down to the cavern floor. Ink billowed from beneath her tentacles, dark and foul-smelling. Frazie grimaced, sweeping the Leviathan Spear in a wide arc before her as the Sea Witch disappeared behind the ink.

“Coward.” Frazie muttered, fins fluttering as she tried to keep track of the shifting currents around her. Down here, with no actual currents, the water was still—so every movement became broadcast in the way the water was pushed around. She could faintly hear the Sea Witch’s siphon pumping away, presumably bouncing her all around the cave.

Movement behind her—Frazie whirled around and jabbed the Leviathan Spear into—

Nothing. Frazie growled. “You can’t hide forever!” She yelled, uncaring if the Sea Witch couldn’t see her stripes through the ink. Or if she was giving herself away. The Sea Witch probably had some spell that told her exactly where Frazie was—why had Frazie thought this was a good idea? No! That was loser think! She could do this!

“I don’t need to.” Orange lit up the gloom and Frazie lunged for it, Leviathan Spear slipping from her grip—

A tentacle slammed Frazie to the floor. Frazie thrashed, scrabbling for the glowing spear floating just out of reach—why couldn’t she call it to her hand? Was it too close? The pale shaft taunted her, floating just out of her reach as a tentacle wrapped around it—

Something else sunk to the cavern floor just between Frazie and the Leviathan Spear, and Frazie’s eyes caught on the motion. It was some kind of shell, flat and inscribed with an image that seemed to come alive the longer Frazie looked at it. More magic, she supposed, thrashing against the tentacle starting to gently drag her back. There was something weird about the image carved into it, though, something familiar about the two figures recorded on it—

“Are we going to be civilized now?” The Sea Witch swam around in front of Frazie, arms crossed as her stripes flashed, Leviathan Spear held somewhere behind her. The picture caught Frazie’s eye again.

Oh.

Oh.

“You—you’re not—” Frazie stilled, grabbing for the shell and looking at it more closely. “You’re not the Sea Witch.” There was an older woman, in the picture, ten tentacles held gracefully—an older woman behind a smaller, younger mer, tentacles spread wildly and grinning with moray teeth. The resemblance between the child and the Sea Witch floating before her was unmistakable—and the Sea Witch from the legend had been a squid, not an octopus. Frazie couldn’t believe she’d forgotten that fact.

“She was my—she raised me.” The Sea Witch’s… daughter snagged the picture from Frazie’s hands with a tentacle, looking it over before shoving it onto the nearest shelf. “That’s none of your business.”

Frazie glared, wiggling her tail against the tentacle still holding it. “You’re enthralling my brother.” She kept her mouth open, teeth on full display as her stripes flashed. “That makes you my business.”

The Sea Witch’s daughter stared at her for a long moment. “I’m not enthralling him.” She responded flatly, letting go of Frazie’s tail. “He bothers me well enough on his own.” Was—was that fondness, in the way her stripes were flashing? Nuh uh. No way.

The Sea Witch’s daughter was holding the Leviathan Spear in front of her, now, examining it with her back to Frazie. The signal was clear—without the spear, the Sea Witch’s daughter didn’t consider Frazie a threat at all. The insult irked her; she still had claws and teeth and raw strength! She wasn’t some oversized guppy biting off more than she could chew! She was an Aquato, the eldest princess!

And she’d lost hold of her family’s greatest treasure, allowing a Sea Witch to hold and look at it. Frazie deflated, sinking down a few inches. She couldn’t leave without that spear!

Frazie swam around in front of the Sea Witch’s daughter. “What’s so interesting about my brother anyway? He’s a loser.” She reached for the Leviathan Spear, grabbing the handle and pulling—

The Sea Witch’s daughter let it go without resistance. “He taught me how to braid hair.” She crawled over to one of the shelves, grabbing an opaque jar and opening it.

Frazie paused. “That’s it?” No, there had to be something more. Frazie could accept that what she thought was the Sea Witch of legend was in fact her daughter—maybe. It could still be some sort of elaborate illusion. But even as dumb as he could be, Frazie knew Dion would not just come up to the Sea Witch’s daughter and offer to braid her hair. Dion was even more of a stubborn rockfish about the rules than Frazie was! There had to be something more here.

“It’s the only detail you’ll care about.” The Sea Witch’s daughter flashed her stripes placidly, screwing the jar shut and setting it back on the shelf. “There’s nothing I can say to you that’ll make you believe I don’t want to hurt him, so I won’t bother saying anything.”

Frazie’s facial fins flared. She swam over the Sea Witch’s daughter’s head, looking directly into those orange eyes. “Try me.” She could be open-minded.

The Sea Witch’s daughter made a clicking sound, shoulders shaking with bitter laughter. “What do you want me to say? That we met when I found him caught in a net and he’s been bugging me since? That he’s annoying and nosy and forgot to make a map when he came down here the second, third, and fourth time? That he brings me crabs that don’t live in the trench, that he likes to sit back and watch me work? That I want to hold him close down here in the dark where nobody can bother us? That when we swam up to the surface and watched the stars he braided my hair and told me he loved me, that he calls me Pearl? What can I say that you won’t write off as a lie?”

Frazie floated backwards, stunned. She almost couldn’t make heads or tails of the rapid lights spiraling across the Sea Witch’s daughter’s tentacles and arms and back, but she understood enough. She looked at the girl before her for a long, long moment. Thought back to a blobby pink pearl woven into Dion’s hair, to ink smeared on his arms as he snuck in late looking like the moon had personally come down to bless him with all the bounty of the ocean.

Ugh. Frazie still couldn’t believe him. But… this clearly wasn’t some evil sorceress—or at least, she was going a fantastic job of hiding it. Frazie held the Leviathan Spear close to her breast, and turned to leave. “Sorry for bothering you.” She muttered, feeling oddly defeated. And a little like a jerk. “I’ll try to bring you some crabs to make up for it—”

“You’ve already paid your debt, Frazie.” The Sea Witch’s daughter chuckled. “And it’s nice to see another witch swimming around.”

Frazie balked. “Wh—I’m not—” She turned tail and swam, not wanting to be down in that sunless cavern a moment longer. She was not a witch! Witches were—awful and callous and making shady deals and—Frazie couldn’t do magic! She was not a witch! She wasn’t!

The Sea Witch’s daughter’s laughter followed her all the way out of the caves.

It wasn’t until she was setting the Leviathan Spear back on its plinth, the Sea Witch’s daughter’s words still bouncing around in her head, that Frazie realized the silver ribbon was missing from the spear’s shaft.

[yuno-karei]

Misfits water gun fight! Who will emerge victorious? Only one way to find out

I did this piece for one of the @mairumadevizine prints! It was also done long before the beach chapters in the manga and I really just... balled with their designs

[forgotmysword]

“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver x “Dungeon Meshi” by Ryoko Kui

Inspiration under the cut<3

This was heavily (completely) inspired by “a little creature who loves you” by wtfoctogon on ao3 (@wtfoctagon/@possamble on here) and the way they write falin. The second i saw this quote i thought of falin and their story. When i asked if it would be ok to post this they said its the same quote they had in mind when writing her😂 Sadly i am not the genius i think i am, wtfoctogon is just that good at creating such a beautiful and clear picture of falin. I cant imagine there’s very many of you who haven’t, but if you like farcille and haven’t been reading this story you should drop everything and go read it right this second

[stuckinapril]

I genuinely love not having a crush like I’m not over here feeling physically sick over some mid guy being dry to me I’m literally chilling

[yeonjune]

Yeonjun about the strain he felt while preparing for his debut solo project ✙ "GGUM" MAKING FILM

[grimesgirll]

“good fucking girl.”

is definitely not something rick should be saying to his best friend’s girlfriend - especially not with his cock halfway down her throat.

the moment shane had stepped out for a run with glenn and michonne, you and rick were all over each other. you couldn’t handle sneaking into rick’s bed down the hall anymore. you were bound to end up in his lap on the sectional, pawing at him like a bitch in heat.

it’s not that shane didn’t fuck you; he took every chance he got. you’re just enamored with rick. ever since your boyfriend had “shared” you with his fellow officer, rick had been on your mind.

the way his brown constable’s jacket fit against his muscles when they flexed. the glint of his chocolate curls. how good he is with judith.

rick gets you goin’ in a way shane hasn’t for quite some time. he was right when he got you down on your knees back at the rest stop. you did look at rick like you wanted to drain him and then have him bend you over and fuck you silly - and that’s what ended up happening.

ever since that day, shane got off on toying with you and having you sit on rick’s cock in addition to his own. he uttered excuses about the stresses of their new duties as constable but you just slid down your denim skort and squealed the occasion away.

you’re quiet now, nice and muffled on rick’s dick as you swallow around him. the motion has him twitching in your mouth. wanting to finish off inside of you for the night, the thick length in your mouth is withdrawing and suddenly you’re in that familiar face down position again.

“so wet, baby,” rick remarks in awe as his length brushes your slippery entrance.

you’re squeezing your thighs together - trapping him between the pillowy soft surfaces. “rick,” you cry. “c’mon, already.”

“what’d we say?”

you swallow, a tear from how needy you are sliding down your cheek. “please, sir.”

you could care less if shane walked in right now. as long as rick keeps driving his hips into yours and breathing your name like a prayer, you’ll be content. content to get fucked silly by the man before he takes you in his arms and spends the night with a hand on your waist and his nose buried in your hair.

that’s after though.

now, you’re being nearly fucked up the couch.

rick’s just enjoying the way your sweet little cunt grips him like it needs him. the little thing sucks him in even better than your mouth.

and you’re a whole other story. sweat sticking to your glistening forehead, you’re babbling incoherent thoughts, strung out on the cock molding you to his shape.

your slick is pooling around rick like he’s in the fucking atlantic. so close to losing it all over him already, you’re making an absolute mess of the couch that you’ll have to resolve before shane gets home. don’t want him suffering from any fear of missing out.

the man is swept from your mind when rick absolutely crams his cock inside of your clinging cunt. the kiss to your cervix is enough for you to start seeing spots around the older man making you take his cock so well.

every time you park your pussy on rick’s thick dick and come, you ground down, grasp his hand, do anything to get as close as possible. feeling him to skin to skin is second only to feeling him fill you up. the filthy praises coming from his lips come close as well.

“fuck, baby, so nice and tight. you want me to come inside you, huh? have shane come home to this pussy all messy?”

you’re shaking your head like you have any idea what you’re asking for. “yes, rick! i want you to make a mess of my pussy.”

“then come all over this cock, honey.”

“mhmm, rick, i-,”

“that’s it.”

“i love how deep you are, rick-,” you’re bumbling like an idiot and muttering a string of “i love you”s as the dam bursts and you come undone on rick’s cock.

the pulsing warmth beneath you is accompanied by a husky, “i love you too,” and a chorus of your name into your shoulder as rick used his horsecock to fuck you two through your climaxes.

the friction on your clit heightens the heat surrounding you and flooding into you from rick. you’re almost overwhelmed by the bruising kisses rick purples onto your neck as he gathers you on top of him.

“you did so good, honey,” he’s praising you and you’re just nodding, humming, “thank you”s and “i know”s until he’s bear hugging you again. the way he nuzzles into your neck from behind and exhales into your hair is enough for you to forget trudging up to bed and drift off into rick’s touch right there.

you’re already asleep in his arms but he takes the time to stroke your hair and kiss up and down your temples. god, he loves getting this time with you to himself - even if you’re asleep.

with you pressed against him and your heartbeat thrumming, the world is still and rick realizes something - he’s never letting you go.

[audliminal]

It's Just a game, Right? Pt 7

Masterpost

It's just a game, right?

Tim turns his head at the soft their of a grappling hook, and a moment later Steph has joined him on the roof of the building.

"Not much happening tonight, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess," Tim responds as he watches traffic pass on the street below. She is right; the night so far has been unusually calm. It's a distinct contrast to last week- it seemed like every night some big villain was pulling out some ridiculous plan or other, but somehow they had all been stopped without serious harm. Of course, there are still plenty of rogues still scurrying around Gotham but there's no murmurs of anything coming from any of the big hitters for the moment.

"You don't sound very sure about that," Steph says, stepping up beside Tim and elbowing him lightly.

"Yeah," Tim answers. A flashy silver car cuts someone off and the resultant horn echoes harshly.

"Okay, you're being weird. What's up?"

Tim shrugs.

"Guess I'm just used to emergencies," Tim shrugs. He knows Steph wouldn't be weird about him bringing up Bernard, but he really doesn't need any of his fellow bats thinking he's compromised or overstressed. God knows he doesn't need anyone else pestering him about getting enough sleep, like he's staying up on purpose.

"Okay..." Steph trails off. "I mean I guess it has been pretty hectic for a while. Takes a bit of time to come down from all that?"

Tim is saved from having to respond by the sound of Oracle cutting into comms.

"Red Robin, Spoiler, looks like a store robbery in progress and you're the closest. Head for the intersection of 25th and Oak."

"Got it," Tim answers and doesn't wait for Steph's response, already halfway through the motion of taking off for the next building.

Pretty soon they're both dropping in on a pair of goons. One of them is aiming their gun directly at a frazzled-looking employee, who doesn't seem interested in putting up a fight.

Two-on-two makes it an incredibly easy fight though, and it's almost over before it begins, with both of them able to sneak up on the distracted thugs as the cashier hurriedly pulls money out of the cash register. Once they're both in position, it's easy enough to grapple, disarm, and restrain them in a flurry of movement, and the criminals never get a chance to even process the arrival of the bats.

"Not today, I think," Steph says as she handcuffs her guy. "Threatening people with guns is a real dick move, y'know?" Tim gets his guy handcuffed and turns to the startled employee.

"Cops on the way yet?" He gets a frantic nod, and Tim surveys the shop as he waits for the sirens. They'll bounce just before the cops get here, but until then, he wants to look around for any signs of something bigger. The two would-be thieves seem too shocked and terrified at the appearance of bats to be proper goons, but they could still be bait, or a distraction of some kind. And the shop itself could theoretically have been targeted. But by the time the sirens are closing in outside, he's not spotted signs of anything sinister.

"Right, the police are almost here, so we're gonna bounce!" Steph announces as Tim walks back towards her. "Tell your boss I said he should give you hazard pay for the night, 'kay?" and then she bounces out the same way they came in. Tim nods once at the employee and then follows.

He changes directions once he's on the rooftops again, though. His phone had buzzed about six times in a row while they were waiting, and that means it's probably Bernard. And he really doesn't want to explain the arg thing to anyone yet.

Once he's far enough away from anyone, he pulls his phone out, and sure enough, he's got six text messages from Bernard.

Dude

Babe, holy shit

Like seriously

This is fucking crazy

Like I cannot believe they replied to us

Us!!!

Attached to the series of texts is a screenshot, and Tim feels the anxiety coalesce into something abruptly solid in his chest.

At first glance, he can't tell what language it's supposed to be. It looks like it might be Romantic in origin, but a couple spellings look almost Slavic in nature, and there's only two and a half lines, which really isn't much to go off of.

It's certainly an interesting development, to say the least. He should be excited. This is a new clue for the mystery, after all.

No way! Tim sends back.

Yeah! U busy? Comes the immediate response. And like, technically the answer is yes, Tim supposed. But Steph literally just pointed out how calm things are tonight, and he can already tell he won't be able to focus, with this news.

"Um," Tim clicks on his comm. "I think I'm gonna call it for tonight."

"Something wrong?" Bruce asks immediately, all gruff-batman-voice.

"No, just- it's slow tonight, and Bernard wants my help with something so I thought, um. If you want me to finish my patrol, I can." He can't help it. Even now, he always kind of feels like he isn't doing enough to be a good vigilante.

"Nah, kid. I think we'll be fine without you." Hood answers, unsurprisingly.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah go make out with your boyfriend or whatever."

Tim smiles at Hood's usual ribbing. He's almost gotten used to it; mostly he can keep himself from blushing too violently when anyone teases him about Bernard.

"Okay. I'll make sure to get my report submitted by eight, promise." Tim is already en route to the nearest safehouse where he can change out of the suit, when he remembers he hasn't responded to Bernard yet.

Heading home rn. My place or yours? He hits send and then takes off once more. Excited to see his boyfriend, and determined to work through the newest puzzle.

[vehemourn]

gift for a user on the FR forums :]

[neo--queen--serenity]

Do you think Valentino & Vox have an unspoken understanding about their unhinged fixations on Angel and Alastor, respectively? Like the two of them appear to have SOME kind of relationship together (perhaps with Velvette, perhaps not), but they always appear to look the other way when one of them is losing their shit over the random dude they’re obsessed with.

[b1mbodoll]

i dont know why hybrid breeders thought it was a perfect idea to put bunny!you in a cage with wolf!nicho (＞人＜;) he so obviously could break you to pieces but instead he likes to play with you! pulling on your ears and flicking your tail :( it's enough to make you whine everytime but he doesn't care !!!! and eventually when his heat comes, you can tell bcs hes twice as mean when teasing you, pushing you down and lifting your ass up so he could "play with you like normal" but the whole time his hybrid cock is running against your pussy TT n when you get really fussy it gets hard not to fill you all the way up completely (non con) ★★★ literally theres no way you're getting out of his hold! you can cry and try to push him away but hes 10x stronger than you and his heat makes him soooo hot all he can think abt is making your tummy swell up with his pups! (so unrealistic but i know you're into it but imagine him fucking his knot into you so deep it starts pooling out your mouth and your eyes are rolled back and u cant do anything but feel it completely)

love 🎀 anonie!

pairings: nicholas wang x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + inflation + knotting + breeding + blood + noncon + jealousy + a/b/o dynamics + drool + daddy kink + subspace + inflation

💌: i had to prio this bc its so dreamy like 😵‍💫 u included a lot of my fave kinks n tropes n im so thankful i love u so much for swndinf this my way idk how much i can add on bc its lrtrly perfect but i hope i do it justice !

the first time you and nicho r forced into the same cramped cage your heart was racing and ur tail was twitching so bad :( your reaction tugged at nicho’s heartstrings but the lust he felt was overpowering any bit of sympathy. he’s not a complete monster so he doesn’t take your virginity immediately. instead the wolfboy satiates his sick need to torment you by tugging at your loppy ears and mouthing at your cotton tail, strings of saliva coat the entire thing n pool at your asshole.

he doesn’t go any further yet, has to get you used to the “tame” stuff before he can fuck you raw. tries to hold back for as long as he can but the closer he gets to his rut, the less self control he has n it’s your fault he’s got his teeth planted on your shoulder as he slips his cockhead inside. “your pussy is so tiny, bunny,” he murmers, words slightly slurred from the drool escaping him, “gonna fuckin’ tear you apart.”

before he’s able to fill you up completely, nicho’s needed in the breeding room n your handler lets you out into the gated pasture, doing their best to keep you two in seperate enclosures from that moment on.

it’s been a week since your caging situation was sorted n the wolfboy is lucky if he catches a glimpse of you through a fence. words cant describe how furious nicholas is, snarling at the sight of bunny hybrid! euijoo cuddling up to you under a tree wishing he could scare the male into submitting to him n prove to you that he’s the prime mating choice.

it’s not long before your luck runs out and wolf! nicholas corners you after your caretakers have gone to bed. he’s so large and intimidating and his cold stare makes your legs shake with fear. the silence is deafening and he breaks it by asking to play, the question making your blood run cold because in his world, “playing” means letting him grope you n leave bloody lovebites across your chest. he doesn’t bother waiting for a reply because no matter how much you refuse he’s not gonna leave you alone. he needs to touch you.

nicho decides to go about toying with you differently this time. has to put you in your place n get it through your head that you nd your bunnycunt belong to him! snarls when he gets a whiff of euijoo’s scent, “present f’me, slut” he demands and the need to obey is so strong. has you opening your legs immediately, small hands spreading your hole open to expose your pussy. he groans at the sight and his mind becomes cloudy due to his impending rut, cant take the time to prep your cunt for his huge cock so he just opts to get it over with and makes you take his entire length in one go. “knew you’d feel good ‘round my cock,” his voice is thick, “gonna make you have my pups, bun.” more filthy words are directed to you n they have you keening, fucking yourself on his cock faster n faster.

it’s easy to slip into a submissive headspace, the feeling of his balls slapping your clit and knot beginning to inflate are overwhelmingly delicious leaving you no choice but to beg. “pleasepleaseplease cum, alpha! need your knot so bad i hafta make you a daddy!” nicholas fucking howls when his seed shoots directly into your womb and it makes your eyes cross. even after his knot reaches its full size he continues grinding his cock into you, cum getting pushed so deep inside it spills out of your open mouth n trickles down your chin. he’s too far gone and can’t stand the sight of his semen dripping out, cups your jaw with his hands n covers your mouth, makin you choke on the creamy fluid <3

[watchyourbuck]

It's just to me disappointing bc I feel you're not a real buddie fan and I've followed u since forever. How can u genuinely ship them if you ship another pairing too

oh my GOD. okay, this is the last time im gonna indulge in this fit that you keep throwing in my ask box bc i feel like ive said it all already, but alas, here i go.

why is it that you cannot conceive people liking more than one pair? this is a fictional world, with fictional characters that we all partake in freely. what the fuck would even a "real buddie fan" be like? ASDHAJ have you ever liked two things at the same time or have you limited yourself to one thing your entire life?

man (gn) this is a SHOW. you are talking to a REAL HUMAN BEING here. you keep insulting me. how do you think thats gonna fly? lmao

anyway, i know which answer you want. yes, anon, i ship buddie above bucktommy. i think buddie is endgame. i think maybe itll go canon. NO, im not gonna stop enjoying bucktommy bc of that. theyre fun, and theyve kissed, and bucks exploring his sexuality and right now he seems happy. do i hope that happiness eventually lies with Eddie? yes. does that mean im gonna boo tommy? no. i never booed lucy or ana either, i just didnt think they were endgame.

also, if following me is giving you tummy troubles maybe u should curate ur online experience bubs

[guardsbian]

notn advice for newbies!!

everything is gonna be really hectic at first!!

so stay put and try not to panic— everyone else can smell the cowardice emanating from your pathetic, quivering body!

you may not make it! in fact, you probably will not make it.

every bone in your body will be tested, continuously undergoing a cycle of breaking and mending, across the span of hundreds of thousands of lifetimes, within a matter of a weeks.

so make sure to keep stretching those wrists!!

the voice telling you to hatch eggs can not be classified as right or wrong, good or bad, or any other useless mortal dichotomy, because it does not abide to "our" rules of logic or morality! it does have rules of its own, though, so watch out!

remember, it's not called "night" of the nocturne for nothing— nights are the most dangerous time of all!

there is no hope of salvation! prayers will not save you, for when the nocturnes come, they do not discriminate between the blasphemous and the faithful.

ok guys have fun out there!! especially all you first timers ^v^!! personally I can't wait to get some more eggs, even if the nocturnes gnawing endlessly on my liver are a little much LOL

[datkat08]

Zosan fic wip! Warning: very silly

There were only five beds available for the nine Straw Hats. Usopp and Luffy fall asleep together after exchanging stories, Chopper and Brook settle in together, Nami and Robin gladly share their own space, and Franky, being larger than the rest, gets his own bed. That means there was only one bed left. And as fate would have it, Zoro and Sanji were the two pirates who remained.

Zoro strongly considers sleeping on the floor. He’d rather his swords have the cushion of the mattress, anyway. But he decided it would probably be impolite to refuse the bed that their hosts offered. With that, he settled into the mattress, holding his swords tight to his chest. He turns on his side and comes face to face with the cook, who is visibly dissatisfied with the arrangement. Before he can comment on it, the cook speaks up.

“Are the swords really necessary?”

“Yes.”

The blond huffs. “Dumb marimo.”

And as much as Zoro wanted to react outwardly in response, he couldn’t risk waking the crew. With that, he gives a light kick to the cook’s shin. The aforementioned cook, known for his kicks, returns one of his own. And with that, a kicking battle (could also be considered “footsies”) begins. The grunts between the two men and the shuffling of bedsheets definitely gave off its own impression, one that would embarrass the two greatly the next morning after receiving a knowing wink from Robin.

[biouxp]

Hiiii I got inspo from @karkatbug’s ongoing fic on AO3 called Red Roots! They write Davekat soooo well I love the dynamic between them so far and the slow burn :3 (keep the explicit rating in mind for later updates)

[upsidedownsmore]

I drew my little drifter guy having a snooze for Rebecca Weress's 1999 hype train collab with a bunch of other creators!

Please check out her Twitter posts below for the full collab!!

Train car 1

Train car 2

I got to see the signed prints get handed to Rebb Ford during TennoVIP and it was so sick omg

Reference pics for my drifter:

[innerxsanctum]

Who am I and what will I turn out to be?