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sweetescapeartist · 10 months

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Hello there! Those are good in-depth character and ability examinations and explanations! I'm very happy to get to look into them!

I have a question regarding the Wolf Fang Fist. It's been a while since I've looked back to see it, but you said it functions similarly to the Kaio-ken technique, in that it increases Yamcha's strength, reaction time, and senses. Is there a particular source you're using for reference on this info, or is it an observation you made? I tried looking at the Dragon Ball Wiki, but I can't find anything about that bit of info.

Hey! And thank you!

To answer your question... There is no particular source that states what I claim. The similarity between the Wolf Fang Fist & Kaio-Ken is just an observation I made. However, what's said and shown in the manga is what lead me to the conclusion that the two techniques are similar.

A similar example is Instant Transmission. The Yardrats created the Instant Transmission technique that Goku knows, while the Supreme Kai have a similar teleportation technique that is far more advanced & doesn't rely on pinpointing the energy of someone you know.

Another instance is from the DBS manga continuity where Vegeta learns Forced Spirit Fission which is a technique similar to the Genki Dama/Spirit Bomb. There are other techniques that are similar to each other despite being developed separately & at different times. The Wolf Fang Fist & Kaio-Ken appear to be one of many instances of techniques being similar.

Both the Wolf Fang Fist & Kaio-Ken are techniques where the user enhances their battle power and physical abilities without becoming super buff like Roshi's Full Power form or SSJ Grade 3 & losing speed. The Kaio-Ken & Wolf Fang Fist share a similar principle to that, but they are techniques that not only increase strength but also speed.

WOLF FANG FIST:

The Wolf Fang Fist technique is shown in Dragon Ball chapter 8 & 37. The Neo Wolf Fang Fist is in 117. Yamcha channels a wolf spirit and his physical abilities are enhanced. We have never seen him use the technique combined with a ki blast. Yamcha becomes faster and stronger & reacts quicker. But as for how great of an increas this is? That is unknown.

KAI-O-KEN:

Similarly, the Kaio-Ken technique enhances the physical abilities, but also energy attacks. It is performed by controlling the ki in the body for a burst of energy.

The regular Kaio-Ken is like an advanced version of Wolf Fang Fist that can be multiplied. This is why I at times call the Wolf Fang Fist the "mortal Kaio-Ken." Same principles, but the technique King Kai taught is much more advanced.

I think it would've been cool to see Yamcha create a Wolf Fang Fist with multipliers after he trained under King Kai. Less stress on the body than the Kaio-Ken, but still gives an increase in power. But since enemies became so strong, not even techniques like the Kaio-Ken would have been much help for any character. Is it really worth it to damage yourself while fighting an enemy who is far stronger than Super Saiyans? The risk is way higher than the reward.

EXTRA:

Could Yamcha have possibly used a his Wolf Fang Fist technique or a twist on it after the Freeza Saga? Yes. Because most techniques don't have to be said in order to activate them. So, it is possible that Yamcha used an advanced version of the Wolf Fang Fist technique on the Cell Jr. he fought. But the Cell Jrs. can defeat Super Saiyans so... Using it against an opponent that strong doesnt add up to much.

The next time Yamcha used something like the Wolf Fang Fist was in "Yo! Son Goku & His Friends Return!" where a wolf spirit appeared behind him when he used the Spirit Ball technique to save Bulma, Puar, & Oolong. So lukely a mixture of the Wolf Fang Fist & Spirit Ball. Sadly, Yamcha doesn't fight in DBS even though he has regained his fighting spirit was shown in the OVA "Yo! Son Goku & His Friends Return!" & in the Tournament of Power Saga of the DBS anime (which was frustratingly played up for mediocre comedy). But we do get a scene in DBS EP 70 when Yamcha uses the "Wolf Fang Pitch."

I hope we see him use the Wolf Fang Fist again in the main series and that he has advanced it by learning how to multiply it or something.

#anon #ask #Wolf Fang Fist #Kaio-Ken #Yamcha #Goku #Dragon Ball #Dragon Ball Z #Dragon Ball Super #DB #DBZ #DBS

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ateliercrowsnest · 11 months

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Ended up finishing the pic earlier than I'd thought. So here's Yamcha in all his colored glory!

#fanart #illustration #dbz #yamcha #dragon ball #wolf fang fist #jobber #commissions open #digital art

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thejediavengeroftheinternet · 3 months

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Still practing my drawing. This, of course, is Yamcha. Aka my favorite DBZ character. He si the best and I love him.

My deviantart is Faye Desmond, if you wish to check out other things

#dbz #db #dragonball #dragonballz #yamcha #wolf fang fist #anime #drawing #coloring #art #digital art #deviantart #faye desmond

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upgradewater · 3 months

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yamcha sketches!

#i kinda wanna do a full colour wolf fang fist illust but hmmm #yamcha #yamucha #Dragonball #dragon ball #Dragonball fanart #dragon ball fan art #sketches #studies #character studies #dragonpoll super #dps winners

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orcelito · 1 year

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god tho. the ever quiet, ever soft-spoken fang, yelling his lungs out with a Growl to it while creating a giant explosion of fire just to protect his friends, is, ,,

im so proud of that moment. and i am SO happy that it actually worked.

#speculation nation #d&d #fang #sometimes being a squishy sorcerer is using your high cha for things like This #he's got proficiency in intimidation. bc of Wolf Things #and he typically doesnt use it #it's the difference between the typical akira. quiet & subdued.#and akira in the metaverse. grinning & feral #BANGING. MY FISTS ON THE TABLE. I WANT TO TALK ABOUT FANG SOO SO BAD

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fstbmp-a · 1 year

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Y'know, incorporating Tiger Style Kung Fu into Whisper's mix of martial arts isn't a terrible idea, actually...

#My Kingdom ;; OOC #Be a Trigger ;; Whisper #the wolf fang fist is clearly inspired by it and tbh it works well given.. claws and the like already /hj #it's also just neat /gen akjsdbhkjsa #yes i am in fact researching Heavily about this stuff to figure out what i wanna do #because i like always put either no effort or Fucking Way Too Much into characters i write

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teencopandthesourwolf · 22 days

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If he were to be true to himself, which he generally isn't when it comes to this shit, Derek knew he was fucked the very first time he met Stiles Stilinski—no, actually, that's not entirely accurate. It was before that. He was fucked the second he smelled the kid's unique scent hitching a ride on the damp breeze that cut through Beacon Hills preserve on that fateful day, just over two years ago, when Derek stood on his family's land and tapped a claw against the plastic casing of the inhaler he'd found. The inhaler he'd sniffed out from the undergrowth in the middle of the night. The inhaler sitting inside the pocket of his dead Dad's leather jacket that he'd recovered from the ruins of his childhood home. The inhaler he'd returned the day after he played pretend with himself that it had been him who had bitten Scott McCall.

Derek has been playing pretend ever since.

But how is he supposed to pretend now, with the rogue piece of Stiles's clothing screwed up in his fist and him finally home alone in his own apartment? Worse (or better) is the fact that it's the kid's favourite beloved hoodie, the one he wears all the goddamn time which Derek can tell hasn't seen the inside of a washing machine in a while because of the way it reeks of nothing but pure, unadulterated Stiles.

Stiles's red, red hoodie.

Derek's eyes flash blue to remind him of who he is, at the same time as his fangs drop and his short nails extend into yellowed claws. Absently, he thinks of Little Red and The Big Bad Wolf when his form shifts, his resolve shattering like mirror glass as he accepts his seven years of bad luck with grace the moment he shoves his face into the fabric, now releasing that throaty groan that turns to a low growl then into a sex-hungry, shuddering snarl.

He inhales.

Deep; deeply; deeper.

And Derek is lost to Stiles, forever.

(from my current sterek WIP fic—let me know in the comments if you'd like to be tagged when it's up!)

#can't sleep? write #sterek #sterek wip #sterek fic #POV derek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #teen wolf wip #cassidy wips #ooh er missus #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #queer fic #m/m #should be finished with this and be posting in the next few days xp #tcats writes #teencopandthesourwolf

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rise-my-angel · 11 months

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Heart of the Great Wolf

Masterlist

Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader (Slow Burn)

Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader

Pre Series Content and Extras:

Woes of a Modern Day Love (a modern!au)

Scattered Memories of the Starks

Shadows of their Hatred

The Lost Chapters of Jon Snow

NSFW Alphabet (contains spoilers for Part 3 and 4)

Interlude of Jealous Desires

A New Life's Darkened Lust (continuation of Ashes of Various Grey)

Part 1:

Wolves of the Lone Stag

Mouth of the Lion's Den

An Intrigue Drenched in Blood

Standing Behind a Betrayal

A War of Tragic Beginning

Part 2:

King and Queen in the North

Shadow of a Fiery Stag

Reunion of New Enemies

Pleasure of Conflicted Desire

The Sanctity of Children

What Lies Beyond The Veil

Part 3:

The Cost of Our Sins

Dragged Through the Violence

Only the Cold

Fire for the King's Blood

Part 4:

Ashes of Various Grey

Plans of Pain and Horror

Afraid of a Ravens Flight

Trust in the Gentle Rasps

Visions in Eyes and Flames

A Bastard or The White Wolf

Part 5:

Home of Bloodsoaked Stone

Blazing Fire of Storming Ice

Ghostly Dreams of Old

Sailing Through the Glow

The Last Dragon

The Winter Rose

Part 6:

The Clash of Three Kings

Shrouded Truth in Sickness

Winged Shadow in the Sky

Light in the Darkest Storms

Peeking the Realms Woes

Blood, Roses and All Lies

Broken Love of the Dead

The Souls Tethered in Death

Wolves of the Past and Back

The Crows and The Sight

Part 7:

A Brewing of New Mystery

Great Wolves of White Mists

Darkness Heavy in a World

Past Becomes the Present

The Thing in the Night

Waving Tides of Turmoil

Greenish White Boodraven

Dark Blood of Blinding Light

And Wait for the Snows

Part 8:

Into the Haunted Forest

Fist of the First Men

Through the Frost Fangs

#jon snow x reader #jon snow x you #robb stark x reader #robb stark x you #game of thrones #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #jon snow #robb stark #game of thrones imagine

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bunnys-kisses · 4 days

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werewolf!simon 🐺 (bc happy 3,000 followers to me <3)

you met because you were lost in the woods while camping. it wasn't your fault that all of the trees looked the same! but it led you into simon who led you back to his cabin so you could call the park ranger! simon even made you some tea before he called the land-line.

park ranger johnny or 'soap' said that the truck was out of service so it would have to wait until tomorrow. "you can be a gentleman, right simon?" he laughed over the phone. simon grumbled in response, this wasn't going to be the best idea.

it was the full moon after all.

simon allowed you your personal space as he went about his cabin. he even allowed you to use his bed for the evening. you told him that you were fine on the couch! the issue was that the bedroom could be locked from the outside, usually for his own protection. but tonight it was for yours.

"um... mister simon." you said, "i'm sorry that i'm intruding so much."

"it's alright." he got up from his spot in front of the fireplace. he walked past you and rubbed your hair as he went by, "the woods aren't a safe place."

"i was told only deer hang around here."

he chuckled, "you should be more afraid of men." he went to the nearby kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. he opened it with ease and took a sip, "man destroys."

"well." you stepped forward in a daring move, "you're a man and you're taking good care of this place." you swallowed, "i don't think the entire species is doomed."

he chuckled and took another sip, "i'm not a man."

you stilled, "so like an alien."

he put the beer down and pulled away from the counter, "more beast than man. every full moon, beasts like me roam the woods. sometimes we get a little hungry."

"so you would've eaten me?" you swallowed, you balled your fists just in case you had to make an escape.

he approached you, but you were frozen still. instead of touching you with force, it was so gentle. his thumb was dragged down your cheek, "no. i don't hurt pretty things. but i would've snapped my fangs at anything that tried to come near your tent. so for your sake, stay in my room. so i can't hurt you."

you found the courage to touch him back. your fingers dragged down the scar on his face, "but what if they come too close to your home?"

he smiled a little, "i'll give you my shotgun."

you swallowed, "well.. mister simon. maybe i need your protection?" it was better that you had a familiar face around the cabin instead of leaving it all up to chance.

he cupped your face, "i could hurt you."

you shrugged a little, "i'd rather you hurt me then some other man."

he brushed his thumb across your cheek, "well. then i guess i have to be on good behaviour then." then leaned in to kiss you on your forehead, "but i'll need to cover you with my scent."

you were soon stripped, you realized that simon has no sense of modesty. eventually you were tossed on the bed like you were a bag of potatoes. and simon pressed his weight onto you.

you pressed under a man who could easily snap your bones. but instead, you were doing weird beast-esque skin to skin contact. he rubbed up against you.

"mister simon." you squeaked.

"it's just simon."

"are you sure i can't just wear some of your clothes." they would fit.

"nah. gotta get it right into the skin." he said gruffly as he continued to snuggle against you. you didn't know what scent he was putting on you. all you smelt was old spice and aftershave.

usually for simon, he would've been pent up by now. the day was slowly waning. but he found himself getting tired. the usually sharp werewolf was turning into a metaphorical mush. it was like he felt safe in your arms.

the comfort of simon's bed plus your time hiking left you feeling drowsy too. it wasn't long before you both fell asleep. you didn't even feel the man turn into a wolf.

you simply turned to your side and get comfy against the thick hair that covered you. it was like sleeping under one of those expensive shag rugs that rich people had.

that paired with the weighed allowed you to sleep soundly as the full moon passed the sky. you were a relaxing force to this werewolf and you didn't even know it.

the next morning, johnny came by to pick you up but instead found you under the enormous weight of one simon riley. he was soundly snoring and the ranger just chuckled to himself.

"i'll come back later so you don't ma head off."

(this could be expanded on later. i'm calling it the 'howlin' for you' au aka the werewolf au)

#bunny speaks #call of duty #reader insert #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty smut #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #call of duty x reader #simon ghost riley fanfiction #werewolf!ghost #howlin' for you au #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #werewolf au #werewolf

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Can you do a werewolf x bunny female, I think that would be so cute, like this big scary looking werewolf with a innocent bunny girl, adorable! Sfw or nsfw I think it would be super cute

I had this idea rolling around in my head for a while, but it works so well with a werewolf and a bunny I couldn't resist ^_^

General Plot: You are the nanny for a wolf king and he wants to try some of your development techniques.

Wolf King x bunny female reader

Word Count: 2k

💕 SFW MASTERPOST 💕

W: sfw yandere monster fluff, hunting and chasing, cute werewolf pup

“Rawr! I’m the big, bad wolf!” Joel growled, baring his little fangs at his terrified prize.

“Put that mouse down, prince Joel,” you chided, following the precocious little wolf pup through the garden.

“No! I’m a vicious predator! I don’t have to listen to herbivores!” he snarled at you, shaking the mouse in his little fist.

You sighed. His tutor had taught him all about predators and herbivores that morning, so he was an expert or so he thought.

“Yes, carnivores are very important, your majesty, but your father put me in charge of you and he is the biggest predator around,” you pointed out, “do I have to tell him you wouldn’t listen to your nanny?”

He stiffened at the mention of his father and dropped the mouse, who scampered away.

“I don’t need a nanny!” he pouted at you.

You put your hands on your hips and pouted back.

“Fine! Then I’ll just go play hunter with some other little wolf pup who appreciates me!” you said, turning to walk away.

A tug at your skirt told you that you’d won.

“You don’t have another pup do you?” he asked from behind you.

You turned and looked down at him.

“There are lots of wolf pups in the village who would love a nanny willing to play with them,” you said.

He wrapped his arms around your leg and squeezed his eyes shut.

“No! You’re mine (Y/N)!” he shouted, “I’m the prince and I won’t allow it!”

“Calm down prince Joel,” you said, scratching him between his ears, “I’m not going anywhere right now, but you have to be good so we can play!”

He nodded, excited.

“Okay!” he said, “you go hide and I’ll hunt you!”

You glanced around the royal garden to make sure the guards were all at their stations before you agreed to let him out of your sight for a moment.

“Okay,” you said, “count to twenty! I’m just a bunny, you have to give me a fair chance!”

He nodded eagerly while he covered his eyes.

You scurried to the small patch of trees at the far side of the garden and ducked behind some branches. He would find you quickly, he had a very good nose, but he never seemed to get tired of chasing after you.

You were so busy peeking around the branches to watch for Joel, you didn’t notice the shadow looming over you. Your hearing as a bunny was very good, but you didn’t hear the branch snap until it was too late. Gasping, you tried to fight as a heavy hand wrapped around your mouth. Immediately you looked around frantically for Joel. This was likely an assassination attempt. It made sense to take out the nanny first.

“(Y/N), why are you hiding from my son?” a low rumbling voice growled in your ear.

You squealed on instinct in the presence of a predator, your heart pounding in your chest. His hand loosened on your lips.

“We’re playing a game, your majesty,” you said, swallowing heavily and gasping for breath, “h-he’s hunting me.”

Upsetting the king meant certain death. Herbivores weren’t regarded very highly, you were considered disposable servants at best. His heavy breath brushed your long ear, making it twitch.

“You wish to be…hunted?” he asked, husky voice husky and full of gravel.

You blinked, your cheeks flooding with color.

“It’s just a game, your majesty, for children. Joel likes it and it is good for his skill development,” you explained quietly, aware of the heat of his body at your back. One hand was clutching your waist, the claws of his fingers digging into the cotton fabric of your dress, while the bands of muscle in his arm held you close.

“You will let me hunt you…tonight. Meet me here at 9,” he rumbled in your ear and then he was gone.

You collapsed into the grass, a cold sweat on your chest.

“Gotcha!” Joel shouted, pouncing on you and you screamed louder than you’d ever screamed in your life.

—-

You trembled as you approached the garden a few minutes before nine. Surely you were walking to your death. If you’d been more creative you’d have fled, but you didn’t have any ideas for what to do for money, food, or even passage out of the capital. So you faced your end bravely, hoping it would be quick.

Before you’d put prince Joel to bed, you’d given him an extra long hug in case you didn’t come back. You hoped he would remember you fondly when he became king and maybe he would be kinder to the herbivores than his father.

The garden was dark, with only the torches of the castle flickering at the far edges and as you walked deeper and deeper the sounds of the building got further and further away. The beating of your heart in your chest filled the silence.

“Y-your majesty?” you murmured to the quiet garden, but there was no reply.

Padding over to the trees where you’d been before, you looked around, wondering if he was going to be late. He was the king, after all, he never had to be on time. You hoped against all hope that he’d forgotten entirely.

You howled as a hot breath in your ear growled, “RUN!”

As a bunny you were very fast and you instinctively took off immediately, heading for the farthest side of the garden that touched the forest. Perhaps if you could make it there, you would survive. Your powerful legs sent you launching over planters and darting around a fountain, but it was no use.

You could hear the scrape of the king’s claws on the concrete as he scrambled over a statue after you. If this went on for much longer you’d die of a heart attack before he got a chance to rip you to pieces.

Just beyond the palace wall you caught sight of a hole, your frantic mind instinctively favoring a place to hide over a tiring chase. Diving towards the gap, you wiggled your body through it panicking as thick hands latched onto your ankles. You squealed and kicked, but he was much too strong now that he’d gotten you. Your nails collected dirt as he dragged you back towards him.

He flipped you over, straddling you with his big body and your eyes widened, wondering if the last thing you would see would be the moonlight sparkling off of his silver fur. His eyes, deep black, were shadowed in darkness and the most you could see of his face were his massive, sharp teeth dripping saliva. This was it. You were going to die.

“Caught you,” he said, panting clouds in the cool night air and grinning.

Your heart beat faster than you thought it could and the world went black.

—

“Papa, is (Y/N) dead?” you heard Joel ask and you felt something warm shift beside you. A little claw tapped your nose.

“I’ve already told you seven times! She’s not dead. She’s sleeping. Get away from there!” the King’s deep voice grumbled.

Your eyes popped open and without thinking you scurried as far away from it as possible, crouching in a ball at the far corner of the bed you were in. Your eyes flying around the room, you realized you were in the King’s bedroom, in his bed.

“(Y/N)!” Joel beamed and his tiny furry body collided with yours knocking you over.

With wide eyes you looked up at him.

“Daddy said you were being naughty and playing in the garden at night and that’s why you fell asleep! You said I’m not allowed to play in the garden at night! Do I get to punish you? You get no pudding for a week, you have to give it all to me…no a month!”

Thankful and surprised to be alive, you threw your arms around your little charge and squeezed him to your chest, tears tumbling down your cheeks.

“Come on (Y/N)!” Joel pouted, pushing you off of him, “if you're gonna be a crybaby about it I’ll make it half a week, okay?”

You heard the King sigh.

“Can you please go fetch (Y/N) some juice from the kitchen and the doctor, Joel? Take your guardian knight…” he said.

You blinked at him. He wasn’t dressed as he usually was in shining gold armor that only made him look larger, instead, there was no shirt on his firm chest and he was just wearing some loose pants. You’d never seen him informally, even as often as you were in the personal rooms of the royal family, and your cheeks pinkened.

He came and sank into the bed next to you and you scooted so far away you slipped off of the edge of the bed with a squeal.

“Oh for goddess’ sake, (Y/N)!” he grumbled, pulling you up from the floor with his big hands and plopping you in his lap.

He gave you a bit of a gentle look and brushed a damp lock of hair out of your eyes.

“I don’t think this hunting game is good for your health, love,” he said, running the back of his knuckle over your cheek, “you looked like death had come for you and then you passed out!”

Your eyes got wide and your mouth dropped open.

“Game!?” you gasped, “I thought you were going to eat me?!”

He laughed out loud.

“Eat you?” he asked, “why would I eat you?”

He pouted, stroking your ear with his padded fingers.

“Do you really think I’m a mindless monster?”

You hurriedly shook your head, not meaning to offend him. He’d spared your life once, he might not do it again.

“No your majesty,” you stammered, “you simply startled me that’s all. I didn’t realize we were playing a game.”

He snorted.

“Well that’s what I told you,” he pointed out.

You gave him a wan smile and nodded. That was not exactly true, but you weren't going to argue with him. You were sure he thought he'd been clear as a magnifying lens. His fingers were still playing with your ear, stroking the length and gently tugging it this way and that.

“That you did, your majesty,” you said, trying to slow your heartbeat, racing like a wild horse.

“I don’t like to see you frightened, (Y/N),” the king murmured softly.

His hot breath brushed your head, stirring the threads of your hair. You fit quite neatly just below his chin, much smaller in his lap.

“It pleases me how sweetly you and my son get on,” he said, his big hand curling around your waist and drawing you close to him, “I have to teach him to be regent, I can’t always coddle him…but you give him the gentleness I can’t. It’s quite a comfort to me.”

“You’re very kind, your majesty,” you said.

He tipped your face up to his.

“I’m not. I’m not kind at all,” he said, smiling, “I’m very, very selfish. When I want something I take it.”

“I’m sorry?” you stammered, confused where this was going.

“I want you in Joel’s life more permanently. His mother was a monster. I don’t want to see that develop in him. I think you’d make a much better mother.”

“I-I don’t think I understand, your majesty,” you whispered, searching his dark eyes. They were black and endless, difficult to read.

“I’m making you my wife,” he said plainly.

“But I’m a herbivore,” you gasped, “I mean…is this a joke, your majesty?”

He snorted.

“Half the kingdom are herbivores, don’t you think they’d adore a sweet, pretty bunny queen?”

You were sure they would, but this all seemed very strange.

“I guess so…” you said.

His eyes twinkled.

“Don’t think of declining,” he warned, flashing his fangs, “no is not an answer I’ll accept. You’re mine (Y/N) and I’ll do what I have to to keep you.”

Your eyes got big and you nodded slowly.

“Oh…Okay…” you said.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” Joel cheered, splashing juice everywhere as he came barrelling into the room.

The King gave him a fatherly growl and he froze.

“What did we talk about earlier?” he asked.

Joel brightened as if he were remembering something he could accomplish correctly.

“Momma!” he cried, hurrying over to you with the cup of juice.

You scooped it out of his hand before he tried climbing up on the bed with it.

“Do you feel better, momma?” he asked, putting his arms around you and his cheek against your shoulder.

“Um…yes…” you murmured, clutching the cup, pinched between the adoring arms of your new wolf family, “yes, I guess I do...”

#monster x girl #monster boyfriend #monster romance #monster x reader #werewolf #wolf #yandere male #yandere #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x female reader #werewolf x reader #fantasy fluff

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ateliercrowsnest · 11 months

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Been playing a bit of DBFZ and wanted to do a nice quick Yamcha pic. There'll be a colored version later when it's finished!

#dragon ball #dbz #yamcha #wolf fang fist #illustration #digital art #fanart

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tired-biscuit · 3 months

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18+ MDNI, fem!reader // cw: hybrids, predator/prey dynamic, mounting, sort of dubcon-ish, a hint of somnophilia, breeding, established relationship.

wc: 1.6k

fox hybrid!naruto is as playful as much as he is sneaky.

he follows you around the apartment; curiously peeking from behind the corners, watching your every move not because he’s skittish, but rather because he wants to learn how you behave when you think he’s not around.

he does it quite often for some reason. perhaps it’s the wild of the predator that’s coursing his blood or the naive wonder that’s just signature for his personality, who knows, but if you catch him by any chance — and you do, he isn’t nearly as slick as he thinks he is — he immediately comes over, wraps his arms around you from behind and makes sure to comfort you and nip your cheek or bottom lip with his sharp fangs after every kiss he gifts you in apology.

still, he continues his watch. he learns your patterns over time despite the fact that he has a habit of tripping over his own two feet and blowing his cover with all the noise it causes. he learns the way you move, the little quirks that you exhibit, the timing of them. he learns them all as a safety precaution which he doesn’t really need if you think about it.

after all, he could slam into you full force as a means to take over and could simply make you submit to his predatory instinct just like a couple of his apex predator friends had done with their own mates in the past. he’s well aware that he’d win if he did it that way; he’s no wolf or bear, but he’s still stronger and armored with a far bigger set of teeth than the one that currently sits in your mouth.

however, the problem is that you’re sneaky too.

you’re a tough little thing to grasp — hard to impress, even worse to court. are practically made to slip between a person’s fingers if they were to try and squeeze you into their fist without asking for permission to do so first. on top of all that, you being a cat hybrid amongst all the other possibilities available doesn’t help his situation either; it makes you exceptionally perceptive and equally as hard to dominate because of it. so troublesome!

and that’s not all there is to it. even your eyesight is spectacular, as is your awareness of your surroundings. the triangle-shaped ears that sit atop your head twitch and constantly angle in the direction of the smallest movement he makes. and naruto knows that they do, that they listen and assess the danger. he’s tested it out so many times during the course of your relationship.

the first step he takes towards you whenever your back is turned in his direction is also usually his last because of how fast you are to turn around to face him in mere seconds, rigid body language exhibiting high alert. he’s never even gotten the chance to fully sneak up on you yet, much less tackle you into a play fight.

this entire thing would be so much easier if you were a bunny. he’d push and you’d take it like a good little rabbit, the end. everyone knows that bunny hybrids practically throw themselves before the jaws of a predator and spread their strong legs just as willfully the moment their first heat comes into play.

but naruto, even whilst itching to conquer you because of the beast within, kind of digs the challenge a moody little kitty such as yourself brings to the table. especially when the effort that he’s put into all this preying finally manages to pay off.

actually, it enables him to catch you when you’re least expecting it — during your afternoon nap.

your feline behaviour really shines at its brightest when you doze off. instinctively drawn to warmth, he’s since learned that you always fall asleep in the patch of sunlight that spills through the window and onto the couch across the room when the days are clear and the curtains are pushed to the side. always in the same position, too. on your tummy, with your limbs relaxed and stretchy; tail swishing from side to side ever so slightly before going completely still. just like now.

oh shit, there it is; the sign he’s been waiting for!

your tail has stopped moving so that means you’re completely out for the next half hour, perhaps even more. he watches from a safe distance just to make sure, leaning against the doorway that leads into the living room and straining his fox ears as hard as he’s possibly able as a means to catch every sound.

thud, thud, thud. your heartbeat is calm, as is your breathing. you’re at ease while you sleep, he can not only hear it but see it too. open and vulnerable and trusting, allowing yourself to be caught completely off guard. you could almost pass as docile, the way you look right now, but he knows better — he’s been with you for long enough to know.

so he takes one step forward, slowly. toes, heel. nothing happens.

he takes another. all is well.

and then all of a sudden, before your heavy eyelids can get the chance to crack open at the sound of fast-approaching footsteps, and before you can come back to from the depths of the cozy catnap you were so pleasantly indulging in, naruto at long last makes his move.

your sweet fox boyfriend pins you down with his weight as he lays on top of you; he squeezes you flat against the couch until your cheek is pressing into its soft cushions. he’s warm and shirtless and his skin smells like the summery shower gel he must have washed himself with earlier, but he doesn’t seem to be scared of your claws that might come in contact with him, promising pain.

even his hair is still damp. a small droplet of water lands on your cheek when you try to turn your head to the side to look at him.

you hiss at him with prominent annoyance when it slides down the edge of your jaw, the action a subtle warning that clearly tells him to stop this nonsense right now, but he’s been expecting that, too. so he works quickly to try and tame you into submission, allowing instinct to take charge because it’s the only safe bet he has.

you’re surprised how easily he works his way around you and it’s entirely your fault. he doesn’t show how strong he actually is underneath all the shy caresses that he gives you and the nice grins and it makes you forget, giving you a false sense of authority that quickly diminishes when you’re the one experiencing that raw power on your own body.

so it’s no wonder that you stand no chance while he manhandles you and keeps you caged underneath him. that you feel utterly helpless while he drags your comfortable little shorts down your legs with zero problem; until they’re hanging off one ankle right along with your panties.

he frees his cock, fists it a couple of times with the help of some drool before he mounts you then, breathing hard and still making sure to avoid the claws you’re bound to sink into him the second he releases your wrists. he’s holding them both with just one hand, seemingly mocking your incompetency even further, albeit completely unintentionally.

and it’s true; he doesn’t mean it. naruto has never been mean-spirited like that despite the whole predator aspect that lives and roars beneath his gorgeous tan skin.

but foxes can be tricky.

so he holds his grip and they dig into the couch instead, your claws. they get caught in the blanket that you’re both sweating on top of now as his hips rut into you and yours follow the deep, almost animalistic rhythm even though your anger and pride tell you to stop, stop, fucking stop obeying him.

but you can’t stop, you’re forced to submit because he’s a bigger threat than you are; it’s just how your brain is wired. you bend to survive. it’s exactly like that situation with the scrawny mouse girl who you used to tease and endlessly make fun of back in high school.

how does it feel to be on the prey side, little kitty?

you’re unsure how to feel about this entire thing, it might be because your mind has slipped into a certain kind of haze. he fucks you like he’s never fucked you before and a prolonged mewl that you can’t hold back leaves your lips when his teeth sink into the crook of your neck all of a sudden, marking you.

the strap of your tank top is hanging off your shoulder, exposing you further, and his hot, greedy mouth follows the naked skin without a second thought, just biting, licking, sucking. marking.

he’s growling and snarling into your ear every time he slams into you, sounding like the exact opposite of himself. you’re no better either; you keep making so much noise that you’re ashamed of yourself. moaning and whining, squirming and thrashing underneath him. by the time he fills you up with his seed, you’ll probably start to purr.

just the thought alone makes you feral. the sudden urge to be bred and bear his children plagues your mind like the deadliest storm. imagining your pussy leaking his warm cum is simply too good while stuck in a lowly position such as this one.

his cock is throbbing inside you as he pounds into your slick cunt, trying to push its way into your fucking womb. he’s big and heavy, hot in your tummy and hard to fit. the adrenaline that he’s getting because of the complete control he now has over you is surely exciting him enough to make him see god.

he probably won’t see god, though.

oh no, you’ll make sure to drag this wicked fox into the very depths of hell the second his knot stops swelling and he releases you from his iron-like grip.

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