#cause it just vibes with him (sorry bud)

[chr0n1c-ag0ny]

ok, I have zero reasoning for this other than projecting but...Tachihara has Erythromelalgia (aka Hell on earth). I don't know why, it just feels right (I like projecting my pain and suffering on my favorite characters)

[drunk-fantasies]

de-stress

+18 content, minors dni

friend!heeseung x fem!reader / 1,1k words / fingering, oral (f. receiving) / mlist

explicit content under the cut!

you groaned for the nth time today, bringing the attention of your friend, who just like you was revising material for your upcoming exams. he scanned your features and pursed his lips at the view of your furrowed brows and fingers massaging your temples.

“can i help you somehow, y/nah?” he asked, gazing back to his notes.

“i don’t think so, hee, i just can’t focus,” you sighed loudly and plopped on his bed.

“maybe a small break would be good for you,” he suggested, but you opposed it quickly.

“it’s been like this for like the past week. nothing and i mean nothing gets to my brain, no matter how hard i try,” you complained while he listened attentively.

he thought for a while, wondering what could help you get back on the right track. “i’ll help you. what do you not understand?” he sat next to you, taking your notes and reading them roughly.

“everything,” you mumbled playing with your fingers.

he let your notebook fall on his lap with a slight thud. “everything? y/n that’s not possible. you’ve been getting good grades this whole year, i’m sure something stayed in your memory.” his tone was soft, you were discouraged enough for now.

“i don’t know, hee. i feel like i forgot everything,” you spoke with tears brimming in your eyes.

“hey, hey.” heeseung was quick to wipe them off your cheeks and held your face in his palms, stroking it with his thumbs from time to time. it’s not the first time he comforted you in times like this. he always managed to find a way to help you, and you were always thankful to have him near you, as your friend. a friend whose touch gives you butterflies, but still, a friend. “no crying, okay? let’s watch something to ease your mind, how does it sound?”

he waited for your response and you slowly looked at him and nodded. his smile grew and he reached for a remote control to turn on the tv. leaning against his headboard he noticed that you still sat at the exact same spot you did before.

“y/n?”

“can we cuddle?” you asked quickly, not even thinking what his answer could possibly be.

he chuckled and with a motion invited you to sit in between his legs. you moved to the spot and leaned against his chest, feeling how your heart beat uncontrollably fast. without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around your body, causing a swarm of butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“what do you want to watch?” he asked nonchalantly as he browsed movies on netflix. “maybe some comedy to lighten up your mood?” he suggested and you nodded, thinking about nothing, but the way his palm stroked your side.

heeseung turned on the first movie he found that you hadn’t watched yet and turned off the lights for a better vibe.

your attention was nowhere near what was happening on the screen. the mixture of stress caused by exams and the biggest-ever closeness between the two of you flooded your mind. subconsciously you kept on fidgeting with your fingers, breath steady in its irregularity.

“y/n, you would enjoy it more if you watched what’s actually going on on the screen,” he said, noticing how your fingers were your main attraction currently.

“sorry,” you mumbled.

“don’t be sorry, silly,” he chuckled and let his hand fall on your thigh, dangerously close to your core, making you hold your breath. now instead of stroking your side, his fingers focused on the inside of your thigh, sending shivers throughout your whole body. suddenly you stopped him and took his hand in yours. waiting for your move he smirked feeling how you placed it on your crotch. soon he started moving his digits in a circular motion and felt how your tense body relaxed instantly.

his movements became more defined and sharp, playing on your sensitive bud through thin layers of your shorts and panties. it didn’t take him long to slide them to the side, leaving your pussy completely bare. at first his fingers danced delicately on your clit, before finally entering your hole. your back arched slightly at the sudden penetration, gasping for air. after waiting for you to adjust he started slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you while leaving wet kisses along your jaw and neck.

“heeseung,” you finally whined, taking hold of his hand to control its pace.

“tell me what you want. tell me how i can help my little princess,” he whispered straight into your ear.

“please don’t stop,” you let out in between moans.

despite your pleas he abruptly stopped, leaving you and your cunt needy for his touch. before you could complain, he crawled away from you, now lying in front of your crotch. “i think i know what you might enjoy a little bit more,” he said while pulling down your shorts and panties. you helped him by raising your hips and soon your bottoms landed on the floor.

heeseung brought your body closer by your thighs, hugging them tightly, taking a chance to take a look at your dripping hole in the dimmed light of a tv playing in the background.

“hee, please,” you begged, impatient to feel his tongue.

“shh, my princess. i’ll make you forget about everything,” he whispered, his breath hitting your bud with every word he said.

he gave your lips a long lick, to which your eyes rolled back, pleasure already hitting you. the wet and filthy sounds he let out made you lose your mind. instinctively your hand took a hold of his hair, gripping it harshly. he let out a long moan against your folds, sending vibrations through your body.

“heeseung!” you moaned his name for the numberless time this evening, while he made out with your pussy in painfully slow motions. one of his hands unwrapped from the grip on your thigh to finally put one finger to your hole. he pumped it in and out at a steady pace, adding another finger with time, that along with him sucking on your clit felt like heaven on earth.

“i think i’m close!” you exclaimed feeling your climax getting closer and closer. without any warning, you came on his face. not wanting o waste any of your release he licked you clean, still fucking your hole to help you ride your high.

your grip on his hair loosened and you closed your eyes in pleasure. “my god, that was amazing.” you hid your face in your palms and tried to even out your breathing.

“as selfish as it sounds,” he started once you calmed down. “i wish you were so stressed a bit more frequently.”

[acidxinxwonderland]

corruption has never been so sweet

18 plus smut shot! Minors DNI!!!

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy x F!Reader Summary: Ever since you began taking the night shift as a security guard at the Mega Pizzaplex, Freddy always kept you company throughout the night. You were spoiled with his attention to say the very least, but the one time he doesn't show up you are bound and determined to find him. Once you do, it turns into a night the both of you will never forget.   

Warnings: Size difference, VERY strong ABO vibes, knotting, rutting, unrealistic sex, breeding briefly mentioned, dom feddy, marking, bonding, a little bit of blood, robot/human

Word Count: 6.5k  A/N: This is the most degenerate thing I have EVER written for Freddy, just pure self indulgence to tide me over while I write the longer fic involving him, hope you enjoy! As mentioned in the warnings this has STRONG ABO vibes, it's just written in my own way so be warned of the shameless smut, Freddy is basically an alpha. Also... I’m sorry LMAO. Keep your eyes out for a gender neutral version in the next few weeks for all you NBs out there B) Here is the ao3 link in case that’s more your style: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48255442

Being a night guard at the Mega Pizzaplex was always something you enjoyed since you began working here seven months back, despite all the walking and the sticky situations you have found yourself in you always felt comfort in a certain animatronic bear you've come to love dearly. This bear always made sure you had company during your nightly rounds, mindless chatter about his day and sharing fun jokes. Every night he would find you to walk along with you, yet tonight you haven’t seen him once.

You thought at first maybe he was in need of repairs and was stuck in parts and services for the night but when you checked to see he wasn’t there. He’s never done this to you before, it fills you with concern so you thought you might as well do a wellness check on your good friend.

You find yourself walking down Rockstar Row halfway into your shift, you weren’t supposed to survey this area yet but you just had to make sure he was okay. You peer into each green room, giving Chica a wave when passing hers while making your way to Freddy’s. While strolling past the large window you see a glimpse of him through a sliver of the red curtain, now that you know he was there you pick up your pace. You go to the door and immediately swipe your badge to slide it open.

Once the door was open you see Freddy was standing in front of the mirror, seemingly staring at his own reflection with his large hands on each side of the desk before snapping his attention towards you. It takes you seconds to realize something was off with him.

“Ah, hey Freddy. Just wanted to check in on you, I noticed you didn’t find me and well… Here I am.” You let out a small nervous chuckle, giving the robotic bear a kind smile.

“Superstar, I am truly sorry but… You must stay away tonight.” Freddy growls out in this deep, animalistic voice you never heard before, it causes the hairs to stand on the back of your neck. He pushes himself off from the mirrors table to take a step away from you. “I... I am not right.”

An expression of concern falls on your features while you notice his disheveled state. You were worried before but now the feeling was tenfold, wanting to help the animatronic you fell in love with.

“Not right? Well… I don’t mind being here if you need the support.” You say in a careful tone, almost as if you were talking to a wild animal. You take a step closer and he immediately goes back, causing a frown to tug at your lips.

“Please, it is not a good idea for you to be here at this moment.” While he talks you notice the way he rumbles each word in this dangerous tone that sends shivers up your spine.

“You could never scare me bud, I’m here for you. What’s going on with you? Do you have a glitch of some sorts?” You get even closer and this time he doesn’t back away, glowing blue optics zoning in on you.

“Do not act coy with me.” He grumbles out in that same deep tone. “Do not pretend like you do not know what is going on.” You’ve never heard him speak to you in such a way, feeling your heart plunging down to your stomach as the alarm bells in your head finally go off.

This time it was his turn to approach you and for you to back away. Although you don’t get very far, in a blink of an eye his immense paw-like hands enclose around your shoulders, continuing forward so he could roughly push you up against a wall.

“You must have done this to me, if not you then who else?” He snarls down at you, baring his fangs.

Your eyes widen, feeling the smallest sense of fear as you scramble to speak. “F-Freddy! I don’t k-know what you’re talking about!” You press your hands up against his chest plate, pushing at him despite knowing full well you would not be able to get him off of you no matter how much you tried.

“You don't?” He speaks sharply, leaning in closer to you with the look of a predator sizing its prey. “Then tell me why your scent alone has been affecting me so heavily? Why do you make me feel this way? You must have done something to me, corrupted me somehow.”

You are completely taken aback by his words, it almost felt like you were talking to an entirely different animatronic yet deep down you knew that this was still the same bear you love so dearly.

“I promise you, whatever is happening to you it has n-nothing to do with me. Please trust me on this.” You are desperate while you talk, giving him a pleading look in hopes of convincing him.

His grip on your shoulder loosens as he registers what you say, closing his eyes tightly to regain his composure. “You… Your voice, your scent.” He whispers, brows furrowing. His massive paw-like hands trail down your arm, seeming to begin to calm down..

His eyes slide open, giving you a look of remorse that brings you a sense of familiarity once again. “You’re right superstar, I am truly sorry for what I’ve just done. This was not appropriate of me at all. Please, you need- no, you have to leave.”

You feel a twinge of annoyance from his demand. “No.” You start sternly, shooting him a glare. “You really think I’m going to up and leave after what just happened? Something is clearly wrong Freddy. You’ve got to tell me bud, I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on with you.”

“I-” He looks off to the side, reluctantly taking his hands away from your arms. “I don’t know exactly what I am experiencing but… I have an idea as to what it could be.” Freddy sounded so distraught, it was so strange for you to see him in such a state.

Your eyes soften from his clear confusion, still feeling deep concern for the bear in front of you.

“That’s okay that you don’t know.” You place a hand on his large arm and he appears to stiffen from your touch. “Why don’t you break it down, what are your um… Symptoms?” As soon as you asked this question his expression turned into one of shame.

He lets out a mechanical sigh, forcing himself to speak. “Well… Everything about you has been making me ache in a way I never felt before. This has been an issue since we first met, but recently it has gotten much worse. It’s been… Frustrating to say the least.”

Your eyes widened as he explained what was happening to him. A deep blush settles upon your cheeks as your already racing heart goes into turbo mode. What the hell was he even talking about?! Was he basically admitting he had sexual feelings towards you?

“W-what do you mean I make you ache. I-in what way?” You stutter out the question, convincing yourself that you had it all wrong.

“Do I really need to explain it?” Freddy growls out in this low, husky tone. You shudder out from his voice alone, body going rigid as he places a hand against the wall besides your head. “Although there is something I do know… The only reasonable explanation I have found for these feelings is a similar pattern of certain species of animals who are afflicted heavily when they enter a… mating season.” He cringes at the last words, having to look away from you in embarrassment.

You are in complete shock at his words, feeling your entire body get impossibly warm as your eyes flicker to his muzzle. You try to process what he is saying. Matching patterns of certain species of animals… He’s a robotic bear so that means…

“You’re- you’re experiencing a rut.” You bluntly state. “Because of me..? You don’t feel this way towards anyone else?”

“Yes superstar. You are the only one who is making me feel this way.” He mutters the answer out, groaning lowly. “It is just you. I’ve never experienced this before… I can’t think straight.”

The frustration was clear in his voice and you rub his large arm up and down soothingly. Despite the sympathy you feel towards him you feel like you are in a dream. It was hard to wrap your head around the fact that the animatronic bear made to entertain was basically in heat and it’s all your fault. This whole situation causes your own arousal to stir deep within your core, trying your best to push past it as you give him a reassuring look.

“It’s going to be okay Freddy. Just try your best to relax for me, alright? Tell me, what’s going through your mind right now?” You keep your voice calm despite how you hear your own heart beat pounding wildly in your ears. You’re curious, having the need to know more.

“It’s like… My thoughts are muddled by your scent.” He says in a choked voice, obviously not too pleased to be confessing such things to you. “All I can think of is certain images of you, even before this. I tried my best to edit my own code when things got too confusing, but it got harder and harder every time, reappearing every time I see you. Now no matter what I do I can’t get rid of it.” He growls out the last part, frustrated beyond belief. “What have you done to me, superstar?”

All you can do for a few moments is stare up at him as the weight of his words sink in. He asked a very valid question, what did you do to him? You basically corrupted his programming merely by existing!

“Freddy, I am so sorry. I swear to you I did not mean to cause any of this.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really! Do you seriously think I somehow purposefully did this to you?!”

Freddy falls silent for a moment, looking down at the floor between the two of you. “I did think so, yes.”

You let out a laugh of disbelief and he looks back up at you with curious eyes. You let your head fall back against the wall you were still trapped against. “You realize how insane this is right?”

Freddy lets out a huff, leaning in closer. “You’re the one who made me like this superstar, whether you meant to or not.” His eyes flickered to your lips and you felt like you were going to die right then and there. A frustrated groan leaves him, finally pushing himself off of you and taking a step away. “The last measure I can take is to isolate myself completely until these feelings pass.”

You stay leaning up against the wall, eyes trailing up and down his large frame. If he isolates himself he wouldn’t be able to go through with his daily duties, it could get him in trouble, even decommissioned.

“It isn’t the last measure.” You murmur out, catching his attention.

“... What are you implying?” He cautiously asks.

You push yourself off the wall, taking a step towards him as your face feels warmer than ever before. “I’m implying,” You begin, taking his hand into yours. “I-I can help you. Since you’ve been honest with me, I’ll be honest with you. I have had desires for you since the day we met, both romantic and sexual. Since I am the one who caused this mess for you then I will fix it.”

Freddy stares at your linked hands, his brows knitting together. “Superstar… I…” He trails off before letting out a low growl that causes goose bumps to rise. “You do not need to do this. I am worried for your safety.” Despite his words he grabs onto your waist with his free hand and pulls you closer to him. “I do not wish to harm you.”

Warmth rushes to your cheeks as you are brought up against him, mustering a smile of reassurance. “Hey, you warned me, didn’t you? If I end up getting hurt somehow, it’ll be my fault, not yours. I’m coming into this knowing what is in store for me.” You untangle your hand with his to place it against his jaw, watching with interest as he immediately leaned into your touch. “Rut or not, I know you. I don't think you could ever seriously injure me even if you wanted to. Let me help you.”

Freddy’s face softens at your words, the hand on your waist tightens. “Are you sure…?” He asks with hesitation in his tone.

“I’m sure Freddy. But… How are we going to do this, because erm, as far as I know you’re pretty much a ken doll.” You glance down and he tilts his head to the side.

“Ken doll…?” He repeats quizzically.

“Yeah, like, not having a penis.” Your face flushes, looking off to the side as he leans in to you, his muzzle right next to your ear.

“If you must know, superstar. I am very well endowed.”

Your breath catches in your throat. “Oh… I um, I see.” You muster out, feeling so taken aback in the moment. You can’t even bring yourself to look at him.

“Does this change anything?” He questions you in a tone dripping with yearning. He brings his hand up to your face, placing a gentle finger underneath your chin and tilting your head up towards him. “You must tell me now, I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.”

You feel your heart skip a beat from the gentle touch, the bear you fell in love with shining through. You stare up at him now, eyes searching his own. It was clear your silence felt like eternity to him, his grip tightening on your waist to the point it almost hurt. You didn’t allow yourself to over think, finally giving him a firm nod.

“Nothing has changed. I want you.”

Freddy’s blue optics darken at your words, it appeared that was all you needed to say. He didn’t say anything else, lifting your body up with his powerful arms to push you back up against the wall.

His muzzle clashes against your lips with greed, It was cold from his alloy but you can feel every ounce of hunger from him through the gesture. Your arms fall around his neck, squeezing your eyes closed as you return the kiss with matched desire. You were already dizzy by the entire thing, feeling the air from your lungs escape you until he finally pulls away to bury his face in your neck while letting out a guttural growl.

“You smell so good my star.” Freddy rumbles, using his mouth to nip at the skin that causes small whimpers to leave your lips due to how sensitive you are. “Gods, and you sound so good too. I have been wanting you for so long.” He presses his hips firmly against your clothed sex, the feeling makes you drip with arousal.

“Freddy.” You whine out, starting to helplessly grind up against him. “M-me too. So, so long. I need you.”

“And you have me.” He murmurs possessively, one of his hands sliding down to your bottom and giving a firm squeeze. He swiftly runs his claw through the buttons of your shirt, popping each one off the material to expose your bare chest.

He leans back to look down at you, a low groan leaving him just from the mere sight of you. “Pretty girl.” Freddy rolls his hips up against yours, squeezing his eyes tight from the feeling it provided.

You take his clear sensitivity to your advantage, rubbing into him hard and fast as moans tumble out past your mouth. “Oh my sweet star.” He groans, keeping you held up with one hand as the other goes in between your legs to press the palm of his hand up against your sex.

You squirm in place as the feelings of pleasure crash down onto you, everything is going so fast and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He pushes up into your wet heat with a low growl, peering down at you with predatory optics.

“I am going to make you mine.” He snarls, bearing his teeth before ripping the front of your leggings and underwear with his claws in one go. You would yell at him for ruining your clothes if it wasn’t for his large knuckle pressing down onto your clit. You let out a sharp gasp as he moves against your engorged nub before plunging a finger deep inside of you with no warning.

Your head hits hard against the wall behind you, his finger was so big, even just that filled you up. He wiggled it back and forth, letting out a small grunt. “You are soaking wet superstar, no wonder your scent affects me so heavily.” He marvels in a gruff tone, beginning to slip his finger in and out of you at a brisk pace.

“Oh, oh fuck Freddy. God, please.” Your mouth was agape, panting out while you flutter around the intrusion, your mind was already going blank and it only gets worse when he shoves a second finger into your hole.

He leans down to bite at the neck as if he was claiming his prize, making you buck up against him as he sets a brutal pace. He pushes you harder up against the wall and you swear you see stars.

“I can’t hold back anymore superstar. I must take you now.” He warns in a low tone.

Your nails dig into the paint of his metal, feeling your thighs tremble from his words. “Take me, please take me.” You babble, scratching at his surface with eyes full of carnal desire. “I need it so badly.”

As soon as you give him full consent he pulls his fingers out, keeping you in place against the wall while he shuffles a little away from you. Your eyes trail down to his pelvic plate with bated breath, feeling eager to see what was underneath. You watch as it slides open and the large, girthy shaft emerges makes you audibly gasp. Never have you seen something such as this, it didn’t even look human, covered in soft silicone skin that looked ever so tantalizing.

“I cannot guarantee you this will not be a bit painful.” His words rumble out of him in a deep guttural pitch.

“I can handle a little pain.” You murmur out, goggling at the exotic cock right in front of you, noticing the knot at the base that makes your heart sink.

“I know you can, my superstar.” Freddy grabs the base, pumping it before lining it up to your dripping hole, he lets out a low groan as he pushes the engorged head inside of you. “My gods.” He squeezed his eyes closed once again, it was clear he was trying his best to take it slow for you as he pushed into you.

Your back arches as the large shaft stretches you out thoroughly, letting out a strangled cry from the burning sensation deep inside of you. “Oh- oh my god, you’re so fucking big.” You look down, the sight of his cock making its way inside of you made you feel like you were going to faint.

“Bear with it.” He grunts, leaning in till your foreheads touch. “You can do it, you can take it.” The hand once on his member went down to your clit, rubbing at it in an attempt to outweigh the pain with pleasure.

You let out whimpers, getting completely lost in the moment. You buck your hips, causing his cock to push in even deeper and making you both let out a gasp. He was all the way inside you now, his pronounced head pushing up against your cervix almost painfully.

Your legs kick up into the air instinctively as he continues to stimulate your sensitive nub, clenching tight around him and making him let out a long sigh of pleasure.

“Y-you can go. Please go, give me your all.” You don’t even recognize yourself as you speak, finally realizing you needed this just as much as he did.

Freddy doesn’t say a word, grabbing onto your waist with a bruising grip while drawing himself out almost all the way before slamming right back into your tight heat. Your hole gives and stretches under the assault, a loud crying ripping through your throat as he begins to pump in and out of you at a barbaric speed.

You feel your body slide up against the wall only to be pulled right back down onto his cock, the intense pounding making your eyes roll to the back of your head, only able to moan out in ecstasy as his animalistic grunts mix in.

“Take it all superstar, offer yourself to me completely. Become mine.” He huffs out in this possessive tone that makes you shiver.

“I’m yours, I’m all yours!” You gasp out, trying to adjust to the cock ramming in and out of you with no remorse. “Oh, oh god, you-you’re going to make me cum!”

“Already?” He growls, letting out a deep chuckle. “Let go for me starlight, let me see you come undone.”

That’s all you needed to hear, your wet walls clamping hard around him as you get thrown into a hard climax, practically screaming as he fucks you through it. He lets out a long groan as you convulse around him, your mind going completely blank as you continue to cry out.

“Good girl.” Freddy praises through grunts, thrusting into you with unrestrained movements that are making you lose your mind. “Feel so good wrapped around me, so tight.”

He completely pulls out of you, leaving you confused before he grabs you with his rough hands and walks over to the plush red couch in his green room. He throws you on it, fisting his cock while giving you a dangerous look.

“Hands and knees.” He orders and with the tone he used it was clear there was no room for hesitation.

You scramble into position, keeping your lower half high in the air as if you were presenting to him. “Please give me more.” You whine, swaying your hips from side to side.

Freddy lets out a deep groan just from the sight of you. You feel the cushion dip as he gets into position, one knee on the couch with his other foot planted on the ground.

“Oh I’m going to give it to you alright.” He gruffs, grabbing a hold of each side of your hips before shoving himself right back into your tight hole. You don’t even get a split second to adjust, continuing that relentless pace he set before. The new angle does wonders for you, shouting out in pleasure and pain from the way he hit your cervix.

Every thrust sends your body lurching forward, his strong grip on you was the only reason you weren’t on the other side of the couch by now. You try to lift your upper half to look back at him but he places a hand on your back and shoves you right down onto the cushions.

“Stay down.” He snarls riotously, digging the claws on your hip into your skin.

You comply, clawing at the couch underneath you as you helplessly cry out. You can can't even really hear yourself, the sound of your heart hammering in your ears as you feel your walls open up for him more and more, the pleasure piling on.

“Who do you belong to, superstar?” You barely hear his question but as soon as it registers you don’t think twice.

“You! I belong to you!” You buck back against him, hungry for more. You feel yourself lost in the sensation, focused on him and how good he was making you feel. The drag of his big textured cock along your walls was driving you to the brink of insanity.

“Let me mark you superstar. I want to claim you as my own. Be mine and only mine.” His hand goes into your hair, tugging it upwards to make your back arch while savagely grunting with each thrust. He leans down, covering your body with his own as he buries his head into the crook of your neck.

You were willing to do anything to please him, tears welling up in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure as you babble out. “Yes! I’ll be y-yours. Mark me!”

As soon as you give the go ahead his sharp fangs sink into the junction of your neck, making you weep out in both pain and pleasure. You feel him break skin, a small stream of warmth trickling down your neck.

After a few moments he lets go, keeping himself pressed up against your back as he humps into your twitching tunnel. “All mine, my mate.” He nuzzles into your neck and you relish in his affection. “You’re my good girl, do you have any idea how long I have waited to claim my prize?”

You can’t even muster the strength to answer him as lewd noises tumble out of your mouth, letting out a yelp as his cock hits the perfect spot. “Fuck, oh, oh yes Freddy, r-right there!”

Once again you are pushed into a hard climax, squeezing down onto his massive cock as your own juices run down your thighs. “Oh, oh my god!” He lets go of your hair and you fall down onto the cushions, weakly clawing at the fabric as you feel your energy getting zapped from you. He didn’t slow down, ruthlessly slamming into you repeatedly.

“Take it.” He speaks close to your ear, using your slick juices to pave the way for more wild, frenzied thrusts. “You are so beautiful like this.”

You writhe underneath him, not being able to keep up with the massive shaft pumping into your quivering core. Before you know it he pulls out once again to flip you onto your back, grabbing onto your legs and pushing them high into the air towards your body before slamming right back in. The new angle made you scream out in ecstasy, staring up at him with wide, tear filled eyes.

You enjoyed this position, being able to see the giant bear in full view as he violently fucks your tight cunt raw. Your face contorted in pleasure, calling out his name over and over again like a mantra. His paw goes back to your clit, only needing to give the slightest of friction before you cum again, your back arching off the couch as you go through the motions of a hard climax.

“That’s a good girl. Look at you, my sweet little prey. I’m going to breed you so good.”

Something about him saying that to you made you realize the true power he had over you, something you have never let anyone else have.

“Oh, oh fuck, please F-Freddy, please!”

Freddy grunts out savagely, his giant paw enclosing around your neck as he leans in closer, carnal lust evident in his blue eyes. “Please what superstar, what do you want?”

You feel your face flush from his question, panting out harshly as you feel his member twitch inside of you. His thrusts became more shallow, pounding in so deep you feel shock waves pulsing through your much smaller body.

“P-please, please breed me!” You feel embarrassed from your own words, wanting to look away but keeping your hazy eyes full of tears trained on his own. “I-I need it, I need you to cum inside of me.”

Your pleading appeared to only make him more aggressive, his clawed hand tightening around your neck to restrict your breathing.

“Superstar,” He struggled to get out what he needed to say in between each feral grunt that came from deep within. “You belong to me until the end of time. My mate… Mine!” He roars out the last word, shoving himself deep inside of you and pushing his knot into your hole.

You let out a soundless cry, body going limp as you feel thick ropes of his seed coating your insides. Tears slip down your cheek, enjoying the burning pain from the stretch of his knot as you rasp out breaths. “Oh, oh Freddy.” You gasp, trying your best to wrap your head around all that had just happened between the two of you.

“My sweet superstar.” He bellows, looking down at you with pure affection. His large arms wrap around your waist carefully, picking you up into a tight embrace. His hands rub up and down your shaking body, pressing his muzzle against your hair. “You did so wonderfully, took it all so well.”

You keep your head buried in his neck, panting out against metal as you feel a deep sense of comfort from his affectionate words. “F-Freddy,” You manage to murmur out despite how empty your head felt at the moment. “I love you… I love you so much.”

Freddy’s caresses pause for just a moment, making you feel as though you shouldn’t have said that to him. Just as you were about to back track he held you even tighter.

“You have no idea how long I have waited to hear you say those words to me. I love you too. If I had a heart, it is yours to possess.”

Tears well up in your eyes from his words, nuzzling into him happily. You stay there for a moment, trying your best to regain your composure but it seems almost impossible.

You finally lean back, wincing from the throbbing knot embedded inside of you. “A-are you um, are you feeling better now?” You ask shyly, looking off to the side.

Freddy lets out a deep hum, his large hand falling onto your cheek and pushing your face back up towards his. “Yes, much better. All thanks to my sweet star.” He leans down to press his mouth against your forehead. “It’ll come back eventually, but I am not worried about it now with you by my side.”

He brings you closer, tucking your head underneath his chin as he rocks back and forth to soothe you. “Are you alright? I am sorry for how rough I was with you, I truly could not hold back.”

“‘M alright.” You murmur, having a hard time stringing words and thoughts together. “It hurt a bit but… I liked it a lot.”

“I’m glad to hear it, I liked it too. Although I did imagine our first time together to be a bit… Sweeter. Yet I am still content knowing you are mine now.” He trails his hand up your shoulder and to your neck, gently pressing down onto the mark he gave you earlier. “You do understand the meaning behind this, right superstar? We are bonded now, never will I do this with another.”

You feel your face get warm, moving back to stare up at him. “Neither will I.” You give him a weak smile, placing your hand over his and letting out a shaky sigh.

He leans in, brushing his muzzle against your lips affectionately, massaging at your neck with his large fingers. “I want you more than any physical pleasure could ever give me… Looks like I’ll have to properly court you now.”

You let out a breathless laugh, looking down at where you are locked together. “I think it’s a little too late for that.”

“Perhaps… But I promise you next time will be a lot more gentle, alright?”

“Gentle or not, I don’t care. I’m just g-glad we have this now. Although it’s hard to believe me of all the people in the world made you feel this way. I’m honored honestly, but I also felt a little bad… You seemed so distressed earlier.”

“There is no need to feel bad my star.” He says affectionately, tucking a strand of wayward hair behind your ear before continuing. “You eased my pain in a way no one else could. It is you who made everything worthwhile.” His voice tapers off into a muffled sigh, glancing away from you with a worried look.

“I’m sorry… If I scared you earlier. I was just so confused, and angry. It was so much more manageable at the start but when you were the only thing on my mind, it was frustrating.”

Now it was your turn to grab his face to have him look back at you. “To tell you the truth, it was a little scary. But it was also pretty hot.” Freddy’s eyes widen from your confession and you let out a laugh. “You’re always so sweet and caring, I never pegged you to be a dominant kinda bear in this way.”

“I have plenty of tricks up my sleeves.” He chuckles deeply, leaning in to pepper kisses along your face. “If I had sleeves of course.” Freddy nuzzles into your hair and you soak up his affection like a cat bathing in the sun. “Now… How sore are you?” He uses his hand to tilt your chin up for your eyes to meet.

You get lost in the glowing blue optics, your walls twitching around the shaft stuffed deep inside of you. “Pretty sore, I can feel some bruises forming and I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk straight but other than that I am very satisfied. I think this will be all that I’m thinking about over the weekend.”

Freddy huffs out a small laugh. “Oh trust me superstar, we will have plenty of more times like this to think about. Soon all you’ll be able to think of is me using this sweet little body of yours.” You let out a squeak from his words, hiding your face in your hands as your cheeks become a bright red. “Awe, I’m sorry, did I make you shy?”

“W-what do you think?” You murmur out into your hands, peeking up at him through your fingers to see the amused look on his face. You feel even more embarrassed, why did he have to be so suave?! You shift in place, letting out a small gasp from the feeling of him still deep inside of you.

“Um… How long do you think this is going to last?” You ask, gesturing towards where the two of you are connected.

“That is a very good question, superstar. I sadly do not know, this is the first time I’ve ever done this with someone.” His eyes lock down to the area, one of his hands running up your thigh. “Although you do look quite beautiful like this, perhaps I should make you stay here forever?”

You let out a giggle, rolling your eyes. “That will get both you and me into some pretty big trouble. But… It does feel really good i-inside of me.” You confess.

“Does it now? Because I swear I am in heaven.” He lets out a low hum, his finger dragging over your hip bone and causing you to shudder. He falls silent for a moment, playing with the hem of the shirt he ripped open. “Your poor clothes, I apologize, I promise once we are free I will find you a fresh pair to change into.”

You shrug your shoulders, looking down at yourself. You looked like a mess yet you didn’t mind it. “It’s alright, I’ve got plenty of these shirts and plenty of leggings. The only thing I want right now is you.”

“Then you shall have me my sweet star, till the end of time.” He leans in, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips that makes you melt. “We’ll get you something proper to eat and drink after this too, you have zapped a lot of your energy.”

All you can do is stare up at him with pure admiration, he was so caring, you can’t help but feel like he was made for you and no one else. You begin to feel a little emotional, tears building up and threatening to spill. He notices this quickly, a look of concern in his eyes but you are quick to express your feelings, wrapping your arms around his thick neck.

“Freddy, I love you, I really do.”

Freddy’s eyes soften, pressing his muzzle up against your forehead as his arms wrap around your waist.

“Oh my sweet star… I truly don’t think I could ever get used to hearing you say such a thing to me. I love you too, more than I could ever express.”

Those three words held such a deep meaning, you agreed with him, you will never get used to this. Just look at you, a human girl now officially in a relationship with a giant animatronic bear. You have so many questions about this whole situation, so much to explore with him, but you can do that later.

“You know…” You begin, letting out a brief chuckle. “This is quite the scandal you got yourself into Mr. Fazbear. We have to be careful, okay? We can’t let anyone find out.”

Freddy nods his head, moving his hand to lightly trace your cheek. “You are right, we will have to be discreet and take many precautions. I am willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

“To keep me safe?” You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. He was so selfless, such a sweet bear. “Don’t forget about yourself. The worst thing for me is going to jail, but I’d stay there a lifetime if that means you can continue on. Just please remember the risk, okay?”

“I am willing to take this risk if it means I can stay by your side.” His claw traces over the curves of your lips, his eyes fixated on them with a fascinated look. “My beautiful girl… I will hold onto every moment of this night.”

He leans in to press his cold muzzle up against your warm lips. A shiver runs down your spine, letting out a happy, tired sigh through the kiss. Once you pull apart he lays his forehead on yours, a hand running up and down your back soothingly.

“As long as we are together, nothing can truly hurt us.” Freddy's voice is confident like everything else about him.

You were more sure than ever going into this. The direction of where this relationship was heading only filled you with a sense of excitement, you still can’t tell whether this is a dream or not. You lean into him, letting your eyes fall closed as you feel completely relaxed for the first time in a long while.

You were his and he was yours, you wouldn't have it any other way.

[lovebugism]

I would love to request a drabble for punchy x Steve where maybe they're hanging out together with the group for the first time and punchys a little nervous to see how they'll react to see seeing as her whole vibe is so different from every other of Steves exes basically lol

i had so much fun with this request!! hope you like it, anon! from the punchy x steve universe — the one where steve comforts you when you're too scared to tell his friends about your relationship (1.2k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

Steve’s been waiting all night to kiss you.

He knew inviting the whole gang over for a swim would put a wrench in his plans to love on you all night, but he didn’t think it would be this hard. Not holding you feels a little like a knife in his side. It hurts worse than every beating he’s ever taken, combined.

So he doesn’t waste a second to sneak out behind you when you leave for a smoke break. He waits exactly five minutes before following you out through the front gate. He finds you sitting on the hood of your car — a pretty little thing in all black sat upon a rusted tin can. 

You’re wearing a knit coverup over a one-piece bathing suit. It's about three sizes too big for you. The puffy sleeve falls to your elbow when you take a drag of your cigarette, then crawls back up to your wrist when you flick the end of it. The staunch smell of nicotine contrasts with the warmer scent of a dewy summer night.

“Think I can bum a smoke from you… buddy?” Steve asks when he climbs the hood to sit next to you.

The nickname is so obviously pointed. You laugh, high and airy. Smoke billows from your lips as you giggle. 

Dustin asked if you were dating earlier that night — deep blue eyes twinkling with hopeful embers you hated to snuff out. “Sorry, kid, but we’re not dating,” you fibbed in response, patting Steve on his shoulder. “We’re just a couple of best buds, aren’t we, bab— I mean, Steve?”

It wasn’t your best work by any means, but it got everyone off your back. That was all you really wanted to do, anyway.

“Always, Stevie,” you singsong as you pass him the lit cigarette between your fingers.

“Think it would be too much to ask for a kiss, too?” the boy wonders with raised brows and sparkling honey eyes.

You melt. 

“Never,” you hum with a shake of your head, already gravitating towards him. You had a tendency to do that a lot — to drift his way like he was a magnet compared to the metal of you. He welcomes you just the same, pressing his mouth to yours like his lips were made to do it.

The kiss is chaste and innocuous, gentle with the makings of a man who’s wanted to kiss you for several agonizing hours.

Your lips click in protest when they part. He smiles as he watches your heavy eyes flutter slowly open. You’re met with his pretty pink lopsided smile. “Think we should tell ‘em tonight?”

You lean away from him, pursing your lips to the side of your mouth as you ponder his question. 

You’d love to tell everyone about Steve, more than just your core group of friends. You want to shout your adoration for him from the rooftops, let it sing across the universe and back. But love was more complex than simple words, and the implication of that terrified you.

After a few moments, you shake your head — lazily and with your nose scrunched.

“What do you mean?” Steve laughs. The sound is bright enough to illuminate the starry evening. It’s bright yellow compared to the velvet blue sky. The boy rests his weight on one of his arms and gestures with the other. “We’ve gotta tell ‘em sometime, babe. ‘Cause if they find out on their own, I’m gonna be the one dealing with the bitching.”

“I just like not having to talk about it,” you confess with a quiet shrug. Your chin turns to your shoulder when you look over at him, meeting his glittering gaze with a meeker one. “I like just being with you and not having to talk about the… gross, icky, lovey stuff.”

“The gross icky lovey stuff?” Steve echoes with jettisoned brows.

“Yeah.”

“Like what?” he deadpans, bringing the lit cigarette to his mouth. “How in love with you I am?”

“Exactly,” you joke back with a feigned disgust.

Steve scoffs out a laugh as he hands the stick back to you. Smoke leaves his mouth in a wispy grey cloud. 

You hold the thing between your thumb and forefinger, but don’t move to take a hit of it. He knows it’s something deeper, then — something more you want to say. You keep it inside and get all in your head about it, though. Your eyes glaze over as you look off into the distance. Steve can read you like a damn book.

“What else?” the boy blurts.

Your eyes go wide as they flit back to his. “Huh?”

“You look like you wanna say something else.”

You blink at him for a moment, then shake your head innocently.

Steve reaches out a hand to nudge your shoulder. A soft smile tugs at the corner of his pink lips. “Come on. Just say it,” he urges gently. “Lay it on me, babe. I can take it.”

You laugh in response. It’s halfhearted, though, and your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“I don’t know,” you sigh with the same barely-there grin. Your eyes turn away from his, gaze going glassy as your stare turns to the darkening sky. “It’s just… The last person your friends saw you with was Nancy. And I know Robin is well up to date with all your other flings, ‘cause she said, and I quote, ‘he certainly has a type.’”

“Well, that’s just Robin,” the boy shrugs with pinched brows. “She’s an idiot. Sometimes she just kinda says stuff.”

“I’m just saying that… I’m not your type, you know?” you confess sheepishly, like it’s some deeply hidden secret. You have no idea it’s why Steve loves you so much — not despite how different you are, but because of it.

“I know,” the boy nods, meeting your timid glance with a bright grin.

“And I’m just scared that… that they’ll think it’s weird. You know, that we’re… together.”

“It is weird,” Steve affirms with a chuckle. “That’s why it’s so cool!” 

Your brows pinch. “…Really?”

“Yeah! I fucking love being your boyfriend, babe! And they’re gonna love you being my girlfriend!”

He says it all with wide eyes and pink smiles, so confident like it’s all obvious to him. He makes it sound so simple, smoothing out all your buzzing, complex insecurities with ease.

You scrunch your nose in response. “You think so?”

“Definitely,” he scoffs with a firm nod, then tilts his head to his shoulder. “Well... Robin will be a little jealous, probably. Dustin, too. And Eddie’s already got a whole complex about it, so…”

“So they’ll hate it,” you summarize with a smile.

“They'll hate all the gooey, icky, lovey stuff, sure. But they’ll love you— I mean, they already do. Way more than they love me.”

“You sound very sure about all this, Harrington.”

“It’s impossible not to love you, Punchy,” Steve confesses, growing suddenly very tender. “Everything you do— it’s like you’re made of, fucking— flowers or something.”

“Flowers?” you giggle.

The boy huffs. “I’m just saying that you’re too perfect not to fall in love with, okay? They’re gonna love you because it’s against human nature not to, you know?”

You don’t believe him. 

You know he’s not lying, but you don’t believe him. 

But rather than arguing, you reach out a hand for the one propping up his weight. You rest your palm along his knuckles and smile. Your skin buzzes when you touch him — Love? Euphoria? A schoolgirl giddiness? You’re not sure.

You just know happiness when you see him, touch him. 

Steve Harrington is a happily ever after.

Yours, hopefully.

[always-andromeda]

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐫, 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞

𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⭐︎ 1,119

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⭐︎ The dark never quite appealed to you until Din showed you the delights that could be hidden within it. Tucked away in the shadows of the Razor Crest, his mouth seeks out yours.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⭐︎ I can't even pretend that I came up with the title for this fic. Last semester I read an article by Leah Comeau analyzing Tirukkōvaiyār, an ancient Tamil poem. That line appeared in the poem and it immediately gave me Din vibes. Thank you college education for giving me ideas for my internet smut.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⭐︎ smut (minors, please do not interact), oral (female receiving), Din gets absolute drunk off of pussy lmao, Din using bits of Mando'a (sorry I am a sentimental whore) lots of intimacy and bits of angst here and there, nothing else I can think of!

The dark never quite appealed to you until Din showed you the delights that could be hidden within it. Tucked away in the shadows of the Razor Crest, his mouth seeks out yours. And right away it comes off as an apology. An apology for the secrecy in which your relationship operates.

Working with him was already risky enough. If those who wanted the Mandalorian's head on a pike knew just how much he values you...Din doesn't even want to conceptualize how the danger would only multiply. All he wants is to anchor himself in your being.

He hovers over you, letting messy kisses land wherever he wants them to. Some hit your jaw,  your chin, your cheek. As soon as he catches the corner of your lips, he focuses in with smaller pecks until one finally lands right in the middle of your mouth. There it waits, parted slightly in anticipation. There's a second of silence as his nose bumps against yours and you know right away that it's not an accident. It's affection.

Din doesn't spare another moment before he dives back in. You can hardly keep up with his desperation. Given your deprivation of sight, you have no choice but to feel every landing of his lips on your skin.

Though it’s just light kisses, each one chips away at you with its ravenous energy. In a way, you can't blame him. When was the last time he'd been able to take that helmet off so he could feel the touch of another? When will the next time be? Because for all you both know, he could be killed before next time comes. You push that thought away. Instead, you tell yourself that he's far too intelligent, far too skilled, far too shrewd to let anything bad happen to him. And for a little while, that staves the worries away.

At least it's long enough to focus on his mouth, smothering your abdomen with open mouthed kisses. The smacking sound of them makes your breath catch in your throat as the vibrations get closer and closer to where you need him.

Always the noble giver, Din provides generously. He takes his time running his tongue through the nooks between your thighs and your cunt. Though his navigation between your legs is imperfect, it's still welcome. Whether it's the dark that causes this or his innate urge to savor this moment, you don't know.

Either way, you need it. But you don't have it in you to whine or whisper for him to give you more. Slowly, he tastes you. Lets the musk and sweat of your skin build on his taste buds until he becomes intoxicated from the potency. You let your soft gasps fade into the white noise of the enclosed room.

You don't think you'll ever get over this; trying to picture what his face might look like as he works. This time you feel the prickle of facial hair on your inner thighs, making you twitch. Then there's his nose. You have no clue what it looks like but you're fully convinced that it's perfect based entirely on the way that the bridge of it gently nudges at your clit.

Hand fanning over the expanse of your thigh, he squeezes. A low groan from his throat mixes with the wet sounds of his tongue attempting to drink up every bit of sickly sweet nectar he can.

Starved. Ravenous. And you still can't blame him.

He feels your walls clench and shiver around his tongue and chooses then to retreat. Teasingly, he kisses around your labia. He bides his time before he spreads you out once more, runs his tongue through the folds and finally latches onto the thrumming core that begs for his attention.

By the time your legs begin to shake and you gasp out, "I think I'm close," you swear you detect a hint of disappointment in his tone when he replies, "Already?"

Time must've flown by while he was having his fun because without even meaning to, he'd brought you to the edge and back more times than you could be bothered to keep track of. Part of him longs to do it all over again.

But he doesn't have nearly enough self control to even try to exercise it. You know exactly what he needs. He takes as much as he can get from you, knowing full well that at the end of it he'd need to disappear once more. As long as he held onto his faith, this would have to do. You'd be his breath of fresh air, keeping him going when the way becomes difficult for him to find a point in following.

Besides, you cry out so beautifully already. Your figure squirming, heels digging into his back, you feel almost like one of his bounties, begging for his mercy. But because it's you, he truly feels pity. With his eyes adjusted to the dark, he can barely make out your eyes as they squeeze shut. And he bets that if the light were on, he'd see glimmering trails of tears making their way down the sides of your face. That image motivates him enough to finish the job properly.

In an instant, the quiet and almost claustrophobic atmosphere of the Mandalorian's bunk crumbles away as you're sent into hyperspace. And then you simply float. In the infinite, unending darkness of the room, Din's presence envelopes you as he whispers one word against your skin, over and over again.

Cyar’ika.

It protects you; lets you feel the full weightlessness and peace of pleasure before letting you gently drift back into gravity's grasp. There isn’t just desperation, hunger, or simple affection in this act. There’s love. Trust. All things that you know how difficult it is for the Mandalorian to muster for someone outside the bounds of his creed.

You couldn't be more relieved when he surfaces to hold you in his arms. Amongst all of the chaos that comes with being with him, you wouldn't want it any other way. Not when you feel his head nuzzle into the crook of your neck. You laugh a little weakly when you comb your fingers through his hair and feel how damp it is.

Din hums halfheartedly, wordlessly wondering what was so humorous to you.

You don't bother answering, knowing that he'd probably be out before too long. You burn this feeling into your bones. And you hold each other the way that only two people in the middle of an uncertain galaxy can; with an almost impossible sort of faith. Entangled with you, Din feels just as safe and sure as the beskar he hides beneath.

[nunalastor]

Radioapple Fanfic Pet Peeve (this is not wholly negative I swear ○~○)

Why is Charlie either always super oblivious/super accepting of Radioapple?

Like it's either one of two ways (or both) :-

1. Charlie just assumes "Oh! Al and my dad are great getting along. They are just pals" and assumes nothing of their budding relationship. Like absolutely nothing??? I mean she's equivalent to being 20-something so I think she'd be able to detect something is up while not concrete of course but just like have an inkling. Plus she's seen her dad in love before while it would be a vastly different relationship as compared to Lucifer and Lillith I feel there'd be some overlap. Also a main point in a lot of pics is that Lucifer takes off his wedding ring when he has a budding relationship with Alastor or they get together or whatever and Charlie is all about healthy communication so how is there nothing???? Plus Plus she's queer and like not even an inkling?? I do understand there's the fact Alastor is Ace and Charlie knows her dad is a bit hung up on Lillith and probably didn't send as much time with him as a child so she doesn't really know him fully as a person, BUT THIS IS FANFIC!

OR

2. This is slightly less of a pet peeve but she learns of their relationship and is immediately on board. Just vibing. Now I know Charlie isn't prone to negative emotions nor do I think she'd have a tantrum or forbid it or anything dramatic but I do think it needs to be considered how much of an awkward situation it would be for her and coming to terms with Liliith being out of the picture (longest senstence of my life XD). While I understand she could have moved on and is happy her dad is doing the same I don't think people explore how it might be a bit confusing for her in the start nothing dramatic tho.

Now do these plot points make the fanfic bad. NO not by any means If anything these authors are doing God's work (or the Devil's work???) with these fics cause many are great. I just think these could be explored differently (especially point number 1 I know Charlie is all happy gun ho and a blleding heart and naive but give her some credit guys) is all cause I've read like 3 fics that change it up and would like more (or maybe I'm not reading enough fic lol). While I could write the fic I wanna see into the world man I'm too busy for that and just wanted to vent. So take this as you will mods and tumblr users (if you read this lol). Sorry this is more of a Radioapple and Charlie pet Peeve rather than purely Radioapple ^^

(Also, I swear this wasn't supposed to be this long nor have so many brackets. OK, I'mma shut up now)

👀

[sadie-bug345]

gang as sodas‼️‼️🫶🫶

i’m BAAAAACKKK i had a minor mental breakdown over stupid guys but it is okay because we are back in the game🫡 ANYWAYS LETS GO

ponyboy:

hard sprite fan

probably accepts sierra mist or starry WHATEVER ITS CALLED NOW

but he does so begrudgingly😐

also probably vibes w Hi-C or brisk tea or smth random like that

8/10 mcdonald’s sprite lover

johnny:

dr pepper for sure

that or some other cola

but he enjoys the sweet perfection that is dr pepper🤌

probably cracks one open like every three hours

the caffeine keeps my boy running

which is real cause who has the naturally occurring energy that allows him to stab socs and hide out in a church for a week🤷‍♂️

9/10 iconic

sodapop:

hot take but i feel like my guy either LOVES and CRAVES soda OR he is just like meh about it

like his name already is a lot

so some days when he’s more down he’s just like

”NO STEVE I DO NOT WANT A COKE AND STOP IT WITH THE JOKES”

🫶🫶

usually though he’ll lean into it and accept his love for soda and himself

6/10

darry:

probably doesn’t like the carbonation or ice in it or smth

like he’s got some weird excuse for not enjoying it (my dad asf)

but when he does give in and drink one, it’s like tab or something so random for no reason😭😭

maybe he’ll ask the waitress for some specialty soda he remembers as a kid and then has a lil fit whenever they’re just like “🧍‍♀️…what?”

5/10 for the nostalgia

dally:

chooses alcohol anytime

but if he CANT

HARD ROOT BEER ENJOYER

it’s so random but my guy will down glasses of root beer like it’s nothing

like I KNOW THAT FIZZ IS GOING UP YOUR NOSE PAL

he just thinks it’s the “toughest” soda ??

idek really why he does the things he does

8/10 cause i love me some root beer too

two-bit

pretends to get super mad whenever the waitress is like “we only carry pepsi products😔”

he’s like “😟…NO‼️”

probably a cream soda enjoyer

which is actually so real

like you kinda ate with that

typa guy to get every soda from the soda fountain and combine them all just for laughs

and then actually chugs it

6/10 bc why are you torturing your taste buds like that

steve:

grape soda enjoyer😭😭

im sorry i cannot with grape soda it tastes like medicine to me

HOWEVER

HE WILL STAND BY IT FOREVER

LIKE HE DEFENDS GRAPE SODA SO MUCH

also probably likes orange soda which is actually solid

he likes the fruit flavors more than anything which does hit but like not 24/7 my guy

5/10

THIS WAS FUN REQUEST PLS OK BYE BYE🫶🥰‼️

[dadr0ckmusic]

stranger things headcanons because i said so (fruity four + billy)

basically them in my dr

steve harrington

does restaurant challenges unironically. like he has to eat a big wet daddy burger in an hour just for a plaque on the wall and a pic with the owner smh

calls his car babygirl

modern au where he texts the girl he likes at 1:11, 2:22, etc just to get her hopes up

loves madonna. you can't tell me otherwise

he does yoga. and if you catch him he'll threaten your life

calls his house 'the love shack'

if you were just becoming friends with him he would listen to your music or do your hobbies with you just to make you happy

would totally rock out to stacy's mom

he gives off lactose intolerant vibes. i do not make the rules.

would definitely have playlists called "alt songs that make you drink monster" or "sad vibes" or "coronavirus got me like"

would've fucking KILLED on grindr

would love twilight. he's on team jacob

laughs at minion memes

robin buckley

the literal queen of your mom jokes

she would totally say "who up wonking they willy rn"

would work at spencer's

she had a ton of hamsters that died the most traumatic deaths when she was a kid and they're all buried in her backyard

loooves poop and fart jokes

she still sleeps with the same stuffed bear she had when she was little (and we are NOT judging)

says "oh my goodness gracious" at the funniest possible times

would literally FUCK at rainbow loom

her childhood room was purple and steve picks on her for it

cannot use chopsticks to save her life

one time steve made her mad so she literally WENT OFF THE GRID and he didn't see her for a whole week and he was freaking the fuck out

was a bug girl. worms? fuck yeah. roly polys? best buds. what the fuck is that thing? it has a terrarium now.

literally is the most caring person on the planet. she's always worrying about you and what you're feeling and what you're doing

only eats the marshmallows out of lucky charms

is scared of bees

billy hargrove

he bakes. he bakes cookies, cupcakes, you name it. if you ever catch him he's FORCING you to taste whatever he's making

an AVID reader. he's got books all over his room, stolen library books in the glove box of his car, and he's reading the hawkins post every morning no matter what

his mom taught him how to sew. lets say after a mishap with the whole 'different dimension' thing, you're bummed cause you got a hole in your favorite shirt. billy would be like "i can fix it for you" and you're like "what??" but he just gets mad and goes "just give me the fucking shirt" and then the next day he's bringing it to you good as new

hates cooked carrots

can fall asleep anywhere. couch, car, at a party, you name it. he will find a spot to fall asleep

he was actually very interested in supernatural stuff when he was younger. and then when max started telling him about everything billy was like "wait. i read this about... blah blah blah" and max is just so surprised

he can totally make a mean cocktail. you want a pina colada? whipped up in seconds. craving a margarita? he's got the salt ready. feeling like an old fashioned? liquor's already in front of him.

he never wears sunscreen. not a single spf anywhere on his body.

calls girls broads and you can NOT tell me otherwise

totally thinks metallica was at its best in their thrash era. sorry bud i'd hate to break it to you

hates the fourth of july cause of y'know.

i feel like he would totally get into dog rescue after he leaves hawkins.

would totally kick ass at mario kart. like he's THE BEST and he always chooses bowser

would totally bash you for your music taste if it was different than his. "what the hell is a beatle?" "mick jagger is not hot." "queen? aren't they gay?" "zeppelin? who taught you that?"

a literal GOD at making mac n' cheese

nancy wheeler

so so so stubborn it's actually annoying.

call her 'einstein' and you're six feet under the floorboards

the tom cruise poster in her room has stared her in the face ever since robin commented on it

nancy's actually amazing at rollerskating. like even mike was surprised because when did she get good at that?

she has nightmares about what happened to barb multiple times a week :(

please know that if you're really close to her she would kill someone for you. no hesitation.

she's super literal? like when someone asks a hypothetical question she's like "when would this happen? why w-" and then immediately get cut off

has a tonnn of notebooks/journals just filled with random stuff like doodles, school notes, reminders, and little ramblings

has plants named after each of her friends and when something's wrong with one of the plants, there's always something wrong with the friend.

is a feminist (slay)

she saves every birthday card given to her and keeps them in a box in her closet

she's a morning person. up and at 'em before 9 every morning and it pisses the gang off when they all sleep in the wheeler's basement. "nancyyyyy..... close the curtains i beg of you..." "it's such a beautiful day, don't you think?"

she's actually amazing at shoplifting.

eddie munson

is allergic to peanuts

when i tell you this man is spontaneous... think 100x more. he'll pull up to your house at 11pm and declare that he planned a road trip while sitting in detention earlier that day and that you're going with him. "eddie what are you doing here? it's so late." "we're going to ohio. we're gonna stop in columbus for like five minutes and drive back." "what the hell."

has cried to sweet child o' mine and will keep that fact to his grave

owns multiple pairs of boxers with superhero logos on them.

definitely has 10 in 1 shampoo that he uses for everything.

ate dirt as a child

if you ever smoke pot with him, just expect him to say the weirdest shit while he's doing whatever. "do you think steve is thinking about me right now?" "yoooooo...... uh.... yo..... um...... i forgot....." "i want to get a cat." "shut up eddie."

he's just,,,, so oblivious,,,,, to sarcasm, flirting, jokes, etc

has ADHD, no doubt about it.

just like billy, he'll bash you on your music taste no matter what. even if you like the same music as him. "that's your favorite tool song? god, you could do way better than that." "c'mon, you know that dio sang better than ozzy." "munson, you're lying straight through your teeth and you know it."

will make you friendship bracelets and you KNOW you're wearing them till you die.

modern au where you're facetiming him and he takes SO MANY facetime pics of you and sometimes makes them his lockscreen. he thinks he's THE SHIT for that.

he giggles. a total giggler.

he flicks dustin in the head all the time.

[thatavatarchick]

Rating the new Monster High designs 'cause I honestly love them.

1. Clawdeen

I love that they gave her actual fur and a wolf nose!

All the moons incorporated into her look pull the whole thing together

HER FRECKLES ARE SO CUTE.

The whole "half-human" is new but I kinda like it

My only problem is that her lighter hair with the purple streaks is too much purple; i feel like her darker hair would have balanced it put more.

2. Draculaura

THEY GAVE HER A SUNHAT. CRUCIAL VAMPIRE ACCESSORY

Her hair seems a lot more vampiric; the split color with the pointed bangs? Nice

I like that they kinda made her a rebel. wants to be a witch when its forbidden? I get that

kinda wish she had more Victorian elements.

3. Frankie

NONBINARY ICON LETS GOOOOO

I love their neon vibe a lot more; it fits the idea of lightning, electicity, etc.

THEIR LIMBS SHOW BONES

The head shave = 😍

Literally I love them. They're perfect.

Edit: I forgot to point out that I also like her new blue skin. Everyone’s hating it, but skin technically turns blue when it’s cold and dead, not green. So I am liking the blue.

4. Deuce

I love the actual snake skin and teeth they gave him. The snakeskin jacket is also a nice touch

HE GOT TWO MOMMAS ALRIGHT (Medusa and Lyra)

Only wish they gave him piercings or something; as im typing this I just realized they missed the chance to give him snakebites #wastedopportunity

5. Cleo

A literal QUEEN

I am LOVING her darker skin, and the golden highlights? Go offfff

SHE JUST LOOKS MORE EGYPTIAN

THE EYELINERRRRR

All her little beetle friends are so cute :)

She is beauty. She is Grace. She is CLEO DE NILE, BITCHESSSS.

6. Lagoona

Everyone is hating on her new look but...I like it?

I'm loving the mermaid vibes. The pastels, the pearls, the starfish earrings...

The bigger webbed ears are so cute

She got new parents and new ethnicity but me dont care

dont really have any problems with her new look; I love the vibes she gives so im satisfied.

7. Heath

He's the only one I dont really like; its more firey than his old one but a little bland

Son of Hades is pretty sweet tho

I like the fact that he has outbursts and gets worked up over little things; honestly relatable

All in all, I like it a little, but I feel like they REALLY could've done better with his design.

8. Torelai

Again with the fur and nose! Love!!

I love the purple in her outfit, it goes so nicely with the red

The hairrrrrrrr 😍

THE EYEBROW SLIT

I NEED that claw mark choker its so cute

comes from an elite family but is a bad girl who wants to preserve monster society? UH YES

Shes giving me Sam manson vibes

I honestly like this new Torelai; I just know shes once again gonna be iconic

9. Headmistress Bloodgood

GIRLBOSS GIRLBOSS GIRLBOSS

I am seriously LOVING her new look

Her horseshoe belt and brooch are really clever. And the ax/scythe earrings? YES

SHE JUST LOOKS SO EPIC

All in all, I'm a fan of their new looks (except Heath, sorry bud) and I cant wait for the new series!

[iamaweretoad]

Three things:

1. Hello! I'm alive, sorry for disappearing, apparently I just do this under stress (things are getting a bit better in that department). How are you?

2. I am now halfway through the Discworld novels and will be making this everyone's problem

3. I need to know everything about your Sidestep 👀

Hello!!! I'm sorry things have been so rough (and I totally feel you re: disappearing)! Sending you all the good luck vibes for the move and job hunting!!💜 I've been doing ok! Work is slowing down a bit (knock on wood) and I got to go away and just chill for a week (for vacation), which helped some with the burnout. DISCWORLD!!! Tell me everything! Have you read any of the Tiffany Aching (character) books? 😍 OH BOY. My Sidestep is Cyrus, went with the anarchist path ('cause I'm a predictable bitch XD), scar: 'outside', boring functional suit ('cause allowing himself to have nice things feels weird and bad and scary), got assigned Saboteur by the press on my first run and kept it 'cause it fit with the anarchist path and also because he's a self-sabotaging idiot who subconsciously wants someone to stop him from (figuratively) falling (sorry, bud, maybe 3rd time's the charm 😭). Last seen getting busted out of prison/hospital by his....uh.... [let's put a pin in that relationship status 'cause i'm not sure 'complicated' covers it atm XD]... Ortega. ⚡

[cookieswithay]

When they get a random kiss! ROTTMNT x reader! Pt 1 of 4 ⚠️Warning: possible typos⚠️ (And yes, this is BEFORE dating)

Leo! Prime time boy😎!

It's been a crazy day. Meat sweats had kidnapped ya, a bomb was planted on the tank, and your PHONE was destroyed. By the time you guys got back to the lair, it was nearly seven. You were DEAD tired. After shooting your mom a text, (Using Donnie's phone) you laid your face on one of the arcade games. You nearly fell asleep, when you felt someone poking your sides. "Y/N~!" Of course it was Leo tickling you. You grumbled and swatted his hands away. Once again you tried to fall asleep.

But this time, you JOLTED up. Cause a certain somebody JAMMED his fingers in your armpits. " Ah! " He burst out laughing. Man, you just wanted a few minutes of peace! " Okay, okay, I'm sorry, " He said, hoping you'd drop the death glare. " But c'mon, let's play a game or something. " You rubbed your eyes. " Why? " You were crazy tired. Sure a few minutes would barely take the edge off, but it would still be awesome. " Well I mean, If I spent the day in danger, I'd vibe afterwards. " You sighed and stared at him. Leo poked your cheek. " I'll leave you alone if play a round of zombie unicorn with me~. "

He (basically) sang. Guess it wouldn't be so bad. Spending time with Leo was one of favorite things to do. " Okay, " You said. " Let's go poof some unicorns. " He snickered. " Oh yeah! " He said, grabbing your hand. For the next thirty minutes, the two of you played ALL the games. Nothing like video games to wake you up. After beating Leo (and Donnie.) at "Luigi" cart again, D's phone buzzed. " M/N's here. " He said, in the background. You looked back. " She's parked at April's place, again. " You stood up. " Can I have this walk, fair maiden? " Leo chimed in. You snickered " Why of course, kind sir. "

After a fun roof walk, you two were on April's fire escape. (Probably should've called first) " And remember, " Leo said. " If your mom asks about the scratches, tell her Mayhem got to you. " You chuckled. Yeah right. She would totally freak if she thought Mayhem touched you. " Sure, bud. " You said. You gave a wave and started down the stairs. "Wait, wait," Leo said, grabbing onto your hoodie. " Hug fee. " Of course, he never lets you forget that.

As you both embraced, you started to get lost in your thoughts. You were sleepier than a PANDA earlier, but your bff turned things around. Made all worries fly away. Like he always does. " Clingy today, aren't we? " That snapped you out of it. You pulled away giving a quiet "sorry". " It's fine! " Leo leaned on his sword. " I'm irresistible, y'know. " Instead of laughing at his gloating, you took a deep breath. And... kissed him. It was...nice and quick. When you pulled away, Leo gasped. He looked... mesmerised. Or like entranced. Honestly, he looked frickin adorable like that.

Finally realizing what you just did, you covered your mouth. " Um, " You started. Ahhh, you messed up. You were gonna apologize (or run away) when Leo pulled you in by the waist. Your lips clashed with his. He was smooching you! Really passionately. You didn't mind, but boy were you surprised. After four more kisses, he pulls away. (This boy needed a AIR break) He cleared his throat.

" Sorry. " He had NOTHING to apologize for. " Um, " You tapped your nail on his plastron, wondering what to say next. " Talk about it tomorrow? " You tried. "Talk about it tomorrow." Leo let go of your waist, and you guys awkwardly said bye to one another. You pretty shocked that you RANDOMLY kissed him. But at the same time, Leo ALWAYS acted like your boyfriend. Guess you guys were finally putting things in motion. Nice.

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Wow...I think my HEART fluttered a bit.☺️ This randomly turned out really nice. Bravo me~!😎 Stay tuned for the other parts! And as usual, pardon any spelling errors. I keep missing the little details😅

[yuunemi]

Honkai Star Rail x Meteor Garden College/HS/Modern!AU Fic Idea/Brainrot

Decided to make a post abt this cuz why not and who knows by the time I finish drafting/writing it, someone has alr thought of it or if someone has alr by now then it has nothing to do with me alr HAHAHAHAHA 😭😭😭😭 bc I've said my idea and haven't seen a similar idea-ish AHSHAHSHAHSHAH

Blade - Dao Ming Si

Dan Heng - Hua Ze Lei

Jing Yuan - Feng Mei Zuo

Luo Cha - Yan Xi Men

Shan Cai - Y/n

tbh I'm not sure with Jing Yuan and Luo Cha, they can be interchangeable? It depends maybe once I've gotten to know more about them

More explanation and expounding on this POSSIBLE Fic Idea/Series tbh idk but I just wanted to dump this brainrot heehee

Now I don't know a lot about the relationship between Jingyuan, Blade, and Dan Heng or if there's any or if there's any fan theories—zero knowledge yet

But what I do know is that Blade and Dan Heng used to be friends but that's it, what Dan Heng did for their friendship to break—still zero clue

So I was initially thinking abt a fic that featured Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, and Blade—then I was like "One more and it's almost like the F4 of Xianzhou Loufu" then it occured to me—LUO CHA DHABEJSHKWBSKEBE

Blade and Dao Ming Si

- tbh it's the similarities and vibes they give off? Both dudes are so arrogant smh

- and it fits cause Dao Ming Si and Hua Ze Lei are like best buds and who fits Hua Ze Lei among the four? DAN HENG

Dan Heng and Hua Ze Lei

- both are the quiet, shy, nerdy type and the caring one too!

- still this does not account what Dan Heng has done before but whatever it is this still stands HAHAHAHAHAHA

Jing Yuan and Feng Mei Zuo + Luo Cha and Yan Xi Men

- tbh this can still be interchangeable but you see, Luo Cha, I'm sorry but as Blonde Ayato (yes I call him Blonde Ayato HAHAHAHA 😭😭😭😭 EVEN HIS JP VA IS THE SAME AS AYATO'S SMH—iirc) he gives play boy vibes 😭😭

- then Jing Yuan as Feng Mei Zuo because they are both so chill like bro hskavwoskbwpbsoa

So uhh take these with a grain of salt because how I understand these characters (HSR and MG ones) may differ from yours plus I haven't fully finished watching Meteor Garden (this is all based on what I inferred and gathered from the Korean version-Boys Over Flowers—will probably rewatch Meteor Garden though esp if I wanna push thru with this fic idea of mine HAHAHAHAHHAHA)

[yuukei-yikes]

WAIT i was the vacation dream kanoshin anon but i just remembered an actual one i thought of myself not my subconcious but i somehow forgot about it-

in my delusions a route similar to the novel route is what gives us str (not mekakucity actors shh- canon isn't real if it's from mca), meaning Kano has his weird ass traumadumping session with ene and whatnot and ends up having to spill the beans to the rest of the dan INCLUDING shintaro not just shintaro casually vanishing-

anyways so this ends up with the same vibe as novel-route kano and shintaro which is like. i mean. kano literally describes shintaro as looking at him the same way he looked at ayano and that kano "can't win against him" like. 🤨

Yada yada everything w/ clearing eyes, similar fight to mca ish ( i like the idea of marry draining her friends of their life to save their lives it's interesting to me-) and wahoo ayano. hi. she exists now (with ofc haruka and hiyori too-) and obviously everyone's like HOLY SHIT. especially the mekutrio. and ESPECIALLY kano.

Like I imagine Kano has a much harder time wrapping his head around the fact Ayano's back since while the other two just saw her death as suicide, he knew what caused it / all the clearing eyes stuff so he couldn't really accept her death and move on, while the others (obviously heartbroken over it though) were able to accept it and grow, yea?

Well we get those feelings of "holy shit my sister is alive" but also mixed with these feelings of "oh fuck. i (very unfortunately) might have a thing for my sister's crush." and IMMEDITELY backs the fuck off from both of them. He doesn't ignore ayano obviously but he doesn't seek her out, and he just actively avoids shintaro. ayano's concerned but meanwhile shintaro's just kinda like. what the fuck did i do to you???

Anyways dunno how that gets resolved i never thought past just the idea that kano can barely handle these two facts alone (ayano is alive now and he might maybe like shintaro a little bit (ew)) but together? Fuck. He is Not thinking on that he is backing Way the fuck up. Nope. Not his circus not his monkeys (he is actually just the entire circus).

Anyways long story short when Ayano comes back and everything is resolved kano's unresolved grief over her death but also the budding crush he's developing on shintaro hit him with the force of a truck (haha) and he does Not know how to handle that so he just Doesn't

DUDE. YOU AND I. SAME BRAIN. LIKE THIS IS SO SPECTACULARLY ALL MY SAME FEELINGS RIGHT FROM DELUSIONALLY IMAGINING NOVEL ROUTE WITH A GOOD END AS MY IDEAL ROUTE AND MARY TAKING THE SNAKES HERSELF AND ALMOST KILLING EVERYONE AND KANO LIKING SHINTARO AND BEING SO FREAKED OUT HE BACKS OUT LEAVING SHINTARO CONFUSED BECAUSE HE THOUGHT THEY HAD WORKED EVERYTHING OUT IN THAT CONVO WHERE KANO COMES CLEAN TO KIDO AND HIM(AND TAKANE HERE TOO) sorry for yelling. i just get excited when i get same brain with someone. like exactly. EXAAAACTLY.

but for ayano i think kano is super close with her and he's constantly trying to go back the same relationship they had where ayano relied so heavily on him, especially bc kano wants to distract himself FROM himself so he wants to focus on how she's doing but ayano isn't gonna do what she did. she realised just how messed up it was putting kano through all that and she feels so responsible. ayano and kano are on this weird YOU CAN COUNT ON ME. NO U CAN COUNT ON ME. NO NOT ME COUNTING ON YOU, YOU COUNTING ON ME!!! constantly... imagine kano sitting through ayano go on and on about shintaro bc ayano can see kano wants her to rely on him so she's like well it doesnt hurt anyone if i just talk abt my crush. like its a thing she can stand talking abt and from her perspective kano will be satisfied just hearing her talk about anything she doesnt talk to anyone else. and kano sits through it like 😁😁😁(wants to explode into a million pieces)

also god the bit u mentioned abt kano saying shintaro smiled at him like how he used to smile at ayano. sorry like allow me to attach the whole thing because

☝️☝️☝️⁉️⁉️⁉️like what the fuck is this. WHAT WAS JIN THINKING WHEN HE WROTE THIS LIKE THIS IS SOOOO. homo. kano is so insanely homosexual for shintaro in the seventh novel like there are several examples it's amazing. anyways the "he's invincible" line i am particularly obsessed with and it's why i always insist kano has this weird thing where he's constantly trying to have the upper hand with shintaro while shintaro unknowingly and effortlessly outsmarts him just by being himself.

kano's feelings for shintaro are so complicated and full of resentment and he always wanted shintaro to be entirely horrible just to justify how he feels, but shintaro keeps proving he's a good person and kano keeps being unable to deny not only that but also that he LIKES him and even admires him. and it drives him so crazy.

meanwhile shintaro's feelings for kano are complicated bc 1. wtf does he hate me or not. 2. augh he's a guy im not gay. 3. my girlfriend(?)'s brother. like shintaro hating kano's guts back is funny but it's not the move like it's not true. shintaro wants nothing more than to get along with kano!!! everyone gets on shintaro's nerves and kano gets on everyone's nerves, so bc of this i understand the common misconception of shintaro hating kano back.

anyways shintaro is so clueless bc he thought they were ok?? they talked it out so it's fine?? he can't ever figure out kano's inconsistent behaviour. he decides that it's probably bc he's protective of ayano but he knows that's not all of it.

ugh ugh ugh. KANOSHIN FIRST KISS WHERE SHINTARO'S LIKE genuinely sad and confused and finally confronts kano like seriously what's the matter?? i thought we were cool already?? and kano's super dismissive like whaaa nothing omg of course we're best friends❤️ but shintaro isn't letting it go and kano is getting rly fed up bc his patience is SO short when it comes to shintaro which also pisses him off like why is he making me feel so out of my element like the best i do is LIE why does he drive me SO CRAZY. and then shintaro's like i just wanna know what can i do to make things ok!!!!! and its so genuine and he is just so earnest and pathetic looking kano kisses him impulsively.

anyways. kanoshin.

[shootsun]

Requests for drawing or writing prompts? Either way, wukong spying on macaque going on a date, just to "make sure he won't cause trouble" and not for any other reason, nope

I might be a little slow replying to these, but I had a lot of fun writing this, I hope you enjoy :)

(this got long, sorry, and the first bit has quite a bit of mk, but if you can muscle through it, it's very shadowpeach oriented at the end)

/tw slight panic attacks, alcohol, slightly suggestive

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It comes up randomly in-between sparring with MK, one moment he’s grinning as he blocks a swing from MK with his leg, and the next he’s sprawled in the dirt on his back, trying to blink away the stars and swirling golden monkeys hooting at him.

“Monkey King!” MK’s panicked voice jolts him upright, and he brushes off the small lurch of pain at the quick movement.

“What did you just say?” Wukong grasps MK’s shoulders, and his successor only looks at him with worry pinched between his eyes.

“Macaque has a date tomorrow?” MK ventures out, and then he squeaks as Wukong hefts him into the air without any forethought. The god crouches and leaps into the air, practically flying from their training ground before landing in front of his hut in mere seconds.

Wukong kicks open the front door and slides into the living room, almost slipping on his rug before carefully tossing MK onto his worn couch.

“Alight,” He claps his hands. “What’s the battle plan? Scouting clones, listening devices? I might have a wire or two here somewhere, the Monkey Cop fans send me some wild shit sometimes.”

“Wait, wait.” MK holds his hands in the air and makes a ‘time out’ motion. “Hold on like three seconds. First, one, are…are you okay? I just like roundhouse kicked you in the face, and there was a crater in the dirt and-”

“I’m fine, bud. Immortal and made out of stone and all that good stuff, remember?” Wukong pauses, taking a moment to flash a reassuring grin at his still concerned student.

“I…yeah, alright.” MK doesn’t look convinced, but he swallows and continues, “Second, what? Battle plan? Clones? Monkey Cop fans? You sound like Mei when you talk about listening devices and that’s a comparison, I’m now very afraid of. Please tell me you haven’t been planting bugs on me.”

“Pshh. Naahhh.” Wukong laughs.

“Mei sends me updates on you every couple of hours. I’m more worried about what Macaque is up to. He said he’d be scheming, and obviously, this is just one step in his devious plan to…to uh…gain allies and take over the city!” Wukong nods sagely and crosses his arms.

“Oh boy.” MK mutters.

“I’m gonna ignore that first bit of information, I just… I don’t think that’s really…what he’s planning?” The teen tries, but golden eyes flash and Wukong half frowns before tilting his head with a cocked eyebrow.

“Then why’d he tell you? He obviously wanted you, and me, to know- Oh! It must be a misdirection! Clever! Good job spotting that obvious trick, bud!” Wukong praises, and MK sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I…overheard it actually? He was helping me track down some snake demon that was using shadow magic, and I went to thank him with some noodles, and I…heard him talking about it…” MK says slowly, his shoulders creeping up.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I could have helped, and then you could have avoided him completely. I hate that he still tries to hang out around you. It gives me bad vibes.” Wukong scowls, but the look on his face softens considerably when he looks at MK.

“He’s trying to be better, and you…I… Igetworriedaboutyousometimes.” MK rushes out, now fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket and avoiding his mentor’s eyes.

“I didn’t quite catch that last bit, bud.” Wukong feigns cleaning his ear out with his little finger, and MK just looks at him with a mixture of exasperation and fondness, fighting a smile as the god’s finger rotates and squeaks cartoonishly in the shell of his ear.

“I get worried about you,” Mk admits, finally meeting his teacher’s eyes.

“Kiddo, that’s my line,” Wukong chuckles and then holds his arms out. “C’mere bud.”

MK slowly makes his way past the low coffee table in front of the couch and drapes his arms over Wukong’s shoulders before going boneless, letting the god hold all of his weight.

“I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re both gonna be just fine.” Wukong promises as he scratches the back of MK’s head with one hand, the other rubbing circles on his student’s back.

“I just get anxious, and then I keep thinking about all the bad stuff that could happen if I’m not good enough, and how you all got hurt with LBD and-” MK starts to breathe faster, and Wukong feels a similar spark of fear in his gut as hands unknowingly scrape the scars on his back through his shirt.

“Nope, deep breaths, kid. Come on, breathe in with me for a sec… just like that, yeah.”  The god shuts off his brain, shoving everything but the kid in front of him away, and slowing his breathing, exaggerating each breath until MK follows suit.

They sit in silence for a few minutes, just breathing, and not for the first time, Wukong wishes he could just… keep MK in his pocket or something, keep him safe from everything in his past that reaches for the kid.

He shakes those thoughts away quickly though; his possessive streaks are usually what caused half his problems in the past. That and his blatant disregard for anyone in a position of authority. And maybe his bad habit of putting random things in his mouth and… he’s getting off track here.

“Bud, you wanna take the next day off? We can go to the city; you can show me that game you’re obsessed with and get noodles?” Wukong suggests, pulling back slightly to take better stock of MK’s face as he thinks about the offer.

“No illegal listening devices?” MK quietly asks, rubbing his cheek tiredly.

“I promise, but I can’t say anything about Mei,” Wukong chuckles. MK snorts at that, and makes to get up. The god gives him one final squeeze before reluctantly relinquishing him.

“That sounds great. Meet up at Pigsy’s?” Mk stretches, his back popping with a wince, and Wukong nods.

“Sure thing, bud.” Wukong stays sitting on the floor until MK leaves his hut before he plucks two hairs and materializes two hair clones.

“Alright, one of you, follow MK and make sure he gets home okay, and you,” he points to the second clone as the first scampers off, a flash of golden light blinking in the doorway as it shifts into a falcon and flies off, “Help me up. My butt is numb.”

His clone snickers as his knees pop, and he debates poofing it right then and there, but he still needs to make sure Macaque isn’t planning anything.

The twinge of jealously resurfaces in his heart and he thumps his fist against his chest as his clone looks on.

“Damn thing, you’re supposed to be made of stone,” he crossly mutters to himself.

“So, Macaque’s going on a date then?” His clone raises an eyebrow.   

 “No, he’s planning something,” Wukong corrects.

“Uh huh.”

“Just shut up and help me.”

He debates texting Mei and asking her outright if she knows anything; she’d probably try and hack into cameras and pull up footage from the city or something equally deranged, when his phone buzzes in his pocket.

To his surprise, it’s from Mei.

The text is simple and sweet, just an address and a time, but he feels his stomach swoop with nerves.

He keeps forgetting she’s terrifyingly competent at listening into conversations. He tilts the screen to show his clone and it nods before going the same way as the first; out the door and into falcon form.

The next day comes too soon, and he’s shading his eyes against the morning sun with a barely muffled yawn turned groan before MK leaps from the fire escape of his apartment to the street below.

Wukong is dropping his iced coffee and reaching a hand out to steady the teen as he almost fumbles his landing with a quiet swear.

“MK! Good morning, bud! What was that!” Wukong says, his voice strained and the smile plastered on his face stretched thin.

“Oh. Uh. How I normally get down from my room if I don’t work? It’s pretty fun,” MK grins, and Wukong’s eye twitches against his will.

“Neat.”  The god says through clenched teeth.

MK laughs. “You look like Pigsy when he saw me do that the first time. C’mon! Let’s get some coffee!”

The rest of the day passes in a blur of colour and video games and something called cheese tea before he finally bids MK a farewell sometime midafternoon.

“Bye Da-Monkey King! Bye MonkeyKing!” MK yelps as he runs into Pigsy’s shop.

“See ya, bud,” Wukong calls back, not bothering to hide his grin. His kid waves an arm through the curtain and then Pigsy’s voice booms from the interior of the store. Some thing about ‘noodles’ and ‘hungry’ and ‘invite to dinner’, but he’s turning the corner before anyone can poke their head back out the door.

He’s got an evil plan to thwart.

The address the clone scoped out the night before turned out to be a bar, and a dingy hole in the wall at that.

He makes sure to get there an hour early, knock out one of the patrons he’d seen drinking by themselves, steal their clothes and carefully lay them out of sight on the other side of the dumpster they’d been smoking by.  

It’s nothing to borrow the patron’s face, but he grimaces as a few of his more noticeable traits fade into view. A few of his scars overlay with the mortal’s and he glares at the freckles that dot his now human looking hands.

His side burns still fade into a dark gold, and when he catches his reflection in the tinted window of the back door, his true form glints through. He’d never been the best at human forms after all. A beetle? A louse, bear or boar? No problem. Too many things to go wrong with humans though.

Wukong sighs and straightens his shoulders as he pushes the door open. It’ll have to do.

He sits quietly at the bar, carefully nursing the beer the bartender had pushed at him, when the front door jangles. The sound is barely noticeable over the dull roar of music playing, but the noise still has Wukong’s spine locking up as the door swings open to reveal a familiar form.

Wukong almost shatters the bottle in his hand as he takes in the demon.

Macaque looks good; he’s disguised as a human, wearing black jeans that are artfully ripped up to the pockets and an almost too small tee-shirt that hugs his form nicely, complete with a leather jacket with some silver chains dangling from it.

His tee rides up slightly as he walks in, and Wukong lets his eyes drop for half a second to take in the hips on view before immediately drawing his eyes back up, trying not to flush.

In another bar, he might look like a wannabe biker, but here, he fits in seamlessly. Wukong can’t draw his eyes from the swirl of white that’s threaded through his black hair, nor the goatee that decorates his chin.

Macaque nods to the bartender as he sits a few seats from Wukong, and they slide a glass at him with ease.

He has to quickly look away when Macaque starts to turn towards him, but he’s saved from Macaque attempting to say anything when the door jingles once more.

“Mac!” Macaque turns back to the front of the bar with a grin as a voice calls out.

“Zhang!” The demon practically purrs, and Wukong takes the largest drink of beer since he was handed the bottle to avoid cracking a tooth.

 The other man is dressed similarly, but Wukong has to hold back his scoff. Whereas Macaque seemed weathered and comfortable in his human getup, the demon that saunters over is wearing his glamour like a poorly fit costume. It makes even his glamour look passable in comparison.

‘Zhang’ slides an arm over Macaque’s shoulders and Wukong bites the lip of the bottle, not paying any attention when the glass breaks from the strain, and chews it before swallowing.

The bartender gives him a strange look, and he quickly gets up to throw the half-chewed bottle away before anyone else notices.

“So, this is what passes for a date in the human realm now?” The unfamiliar demon teases as Wukong hurries back to his spot, yet another foul-tasting beer waiting for him.

“What? You wanted to go bowling?” Macaque raises an eyebrow and his drink to his lips as the demon laughs.

“No, no, fair enough. But when you contacted me, I thought it’d be more about-”

“We can talk shop after you finish your drink.” Macaque interrupts, waving a hand to the glass that seems to materialize out of thin air.

Wukong squints at the display. He’s seen enough of Macaque’s slight of hand to know there’s something funky about the drink, but the demon either doesn’t know Macaque as well as he does or doesn’t care enough to ask.

His heart thumps funny at the thought of anyone else knowing Macaque as well as he…did.

He buries himself in his beer, trying desperately not to breathe through his nose as the alcohol hits his tongue, and Macaque laughs at a half assed joke.

‘Just sit through Macaque flirting, and then you can prove he was up to something,’ Wukong tells himself as out of the corner of his eye, he watches a hand slide up Macaque’s arm coyly.

True to his word, Macaque doesn’t make to leave until ‘Zhang’ (that has to be a fake name, Wukong thinks to himself) finishes his drink, and then he’s sliding the other demon’s arm around his waist with a small crooked smirk.

The bartender wipes the counter where they’d sat, pulling a wad of cash out from under the empty singular glass left behind where Macaque had been situated.

Wukong silently swears as he pulls out a few bills, hoping it covers whatever the human’s tab had been and stands to follow them when a hand grips his wrist tightly.

“Johnny, you aren’t thinking of causing trouble for those two, are you?” The bartender scowls.

“What? No! I-I was just… I’m not-” Wukong stutters out.

“I won’t hesitate to tell the cops where you live if I hear anything happening.” The bartender bites out, and with a final warning squeeze, releases Wukong. He stares back at the bartender for a moment more before turning towards the exit, trying to seem like he wasn’t going to bolt as soon as the door swings shut.

He manages to walk all the way to the alley before he sees two forms, the taller one pressed against the wall, the other, with terribly familiar black hair, has their head tilted up.       

Panting fills the alley, and Wukong freezes before creeping behind one of the many dumpsters to catch a closer look.

For a second, his heart bursts in a jealous flame when he hears Macaque lowly say something and chuckle as the other demon whines, but when Wukong uses his golden vision, he sees Macaque’s claws digging into the other demon’s side.

“I want names,” Macaque purrs, and the other demon’s human form flickers before dying out, revealing a bovine demon, one much smaller than DBK.

“I-I don’t know! I’m just the errand boy!” The demon yelps, and Macaque makes a disbelieving noise as he leans forward, his fangs glinting in the moonlight through his glamour.

“Tell me who’s hunting the kid, or you won’t get the antidote.”

“A-antidote? What are you talking about?”

“For the poison I slipped into your drink, foolish thing.” Macaque uses his free hand to raise the demon up by the front of his shirt, sliding him up the bricks.

The demon’s hooves kick uselessly in the air before he pitifully lows out, “The Demon King of Confusion! It’s the Demon King of Confusion!”

“Ugh, him.” Macaque drops the demon, and he slides to the concrete before tugging at Macaque’s knee.

“The antidote, please!” The demon begs.  

Macaque laughs, cruel and high. “Oh, that? I was lying about your drink.”

The monkey demon slips into the shadows and Wukong blinks, biting his lip. He takes a deep breath and regrets it immediately when all he gets is a whiff of hot garbage.

The god releases his grip on the metal canister and tries to ignore the deep hand prints he’s left behind when hands snake up his torso from behind. And then he’s falling, tugged backwards into inky darkness.

“You are not subtle.” Macaque whispers into his ear, and Wukong can’t help his full body shudder as teeth tug at his earlobe before he’s roughly shoved onto his front into a wall.

“What do you want, Wukong?” Macaque presses a clawed hand into the middle of his spine, and he can feel the pinprick of claws through his thin shirt.

“How’d you know it was me?” Wukong asks, finally dropping his glamour.

“Gem, I’d know your stone heartbeat anywhere,” Macaque dryly chuckles. “That, and I watched you eat a glass bottle because some guy put his arms around my shoulders.”

“Ah.”

He presses his cheek further into the wall, savouring the coolness against his rapidly heating face.

“What? All pliant because the kid’s not here?” Macaque taunts and runs his knee in-between Wukong’s legs.

“You’re protecting him.” It’s not a question, and the god can practically hear the demon roll his eyes.

“Duh. Kid’s more danger prone than you are, and that’s saying something. I’ve seen a pile of leaves try to pick a fight with him.”

“Why?” Wukong presses, and he feels the hand leave his back before it’s replaced with Macaque’s warm body.

Macaque is silent for a second before he sighs. “MK’s a good kid. Better than me, and definitely better than you.”

Wukong doesn’t rise to the barb, and Macaque continues. “He sees the good in people, and I…I missed being looked at like I was worth something. Like I wasn’t just a weapon.”

Gold and crimson eyes meet amber and violet, and Wukong whispers, “You were never just anything to me.”  

“Shut up, Peaches,” Macaque mutters, and then there’s lips on his, and a tongue licking his way into his mouth, flooding his senses with the taste of plums.

He moans when a hand tugs at his hair, and he feel Macaque smile against his mouth before the demon pulls away with a wink.

Wukong turns, still leaning against the wall as Macaque dramatically waves an arm to summon his shadow portal.

“We should do this again some time.” Macaque gives a two fingered salute as he starts to step through the swirling shadows.

“It’s a date.” Wukong hoarsely says, and he gets to watch in real time as Macaque’s face flushes and his eyes spark violet before he falls through the portal, leaving the god alone in the city.   

[theficblog]

and jaemin being the kid who comes from a long line of the academy's renowned alumni is just so good for the plot?? Like he could be the character who just happens to be at the wrong place in the wrong time whenever i go investigate the trails Jisung has been given me

"Noona,just snoop around for me,will you? If i'm wrong, then I'm wrong, but if there's a chance that there is some signs of the old society, it'd be something else!" Jisung's voice on the other end sounds excited,maybe even too excited to be indulged in,but I knew if I didn't humour him at least once, he'd never stop bugging me about it.

"Okay,but if I get kidnapped or anything else starts happening when it shouldn't, I swear I'll find a way to kick your sorry butt,Andy."

"Whatever,just keep searching!"

And chenle's headcanons are making me laugh so hard, he's basically the eccentric rich kid who enrolled just because he was bored of being homeschooled lmao and since you've been so nice to me, in this au you and chenle eventually start dating and i get weird ideas with Mark cause we're in a similar roommate situation but that Haechan kid is really starting to get on my nerves cause for some reason he's somehow on to me with the whole investigating the academy for my brother's sake and now he just wont leave my ass alone

Also accidentally meeting up with renjun at the library cause he sent me an email to meet him there for the study session which was weird cause we dont even have the same classes until I show up and he just sighs and goes;

"I must've been tricked again...This session was supposed to be for some kid one of the professors assigned to me and I asked him to give me his number and email to be able to communicate but he gave me a fake number...and a fucking fake email too"

"Well,it's not really fake." I'd say with an awkward smile, "I mean,it went through to mine."

Renjun laughs at that, although he did look tired as fuck, but then he leaned back in his chair and looked up at me,just a little bit hopeful.

"Do you need help with any of your studies? I'm kinda free now, and I think I'd really like to help someone with something to make my day feel less invalid..."

And honestly,I was doing fine, but the guy looked so worn out, I just really didn't want to say no.

Imso sorry i'll just limit my ask for this specific topic to two at a time 😭😭

ANDY PARK 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

jisung really out be there giving those geronimo stilton kids books vibes im so sorry but he would actually be that and then you'd get embarrassed to tell the cool kids he is your brother and then i can imagine elite jaemin getting to know you are related like you said already ashhhh

why is renjun using an e-mail did he take history seriously? no cos imagine renjun tying little scrolls to pigeons and using them as courier service just to get into the feels of those shakespearean times ... but im happy even if by accident you guys budded a cute friendship i'll ignore the fact he was swearing.. AND THAT KID COULD HAVE BEEN HAECHAN idk he is in business tho but maybe you guys share classes..

HAECHAN WOULD BOTHER YOU 100000/1000 (as he should)

so we already have three guys for ash, leave my chenle alone and hurry and take the others too come on ash!!!

[froggymarsh]

<- the anon with the question abt dip headcanon/drabble/ect could i maybe add sausage or jimmy + tango to that? i hope that helps!

no ideas for sausage i'm sorry :( i do mean to watch more of him one of these days but i don't know his vibes good enough

i can have thoughts about jimmy and tango tho!

something about. tango bedwetting. something about waking up in their shared bed to wet sheets, something about being terrified of what jimmy is going to think. this is the first time they're interacting!! why's this gotta be what happens!!

but then jimmy wakes up after him and gets all bright red and immediately starts apologizing, and tango is a bit. flabbergasted. he's 100% sure it's himself who did it, it's more on his size and his pants are soaked, not jimmy's, and while he's very tempted to just let jimmy take the blame, he knows the guilt will eat him alive for the rest of time so he ah- very. haltingly admits that it was. actually him. sorry.

Jimmy's face immediately twists into confusion- what does he mean it was him? but upon inspection it-

"Oh," Jimmy answers, gentle as the golden feathers painting his back, "did you have a little accident, bud?"

Tango sputters, latching onto the nickname- he's never gotten this small so fast before. He's reeling from the sudden fuzz tsunami and yanks the comforter up over his head. His face is all warm, warmer than it's supposed to be.

"Sorry if I scared you," Jimmy tells him, still gentle, "take as long as you need, okay? We can figure out what to do next whenever you're ready. No rush."

Tango breathes. He's forcing it, a little bit. Trying not to move around too much, trying to pretend he's anywhere but here, trying to pretend that he's on hermitcraft and impulse is on his way and that everything is gonna be okay.

It almost works. Jimmy hums to himself while he waits- it's calming. Tango breathes.

When he's ready, he pulls the blankets down.

Jimmy's smiling at him when he emerges, the upturn of lips just as soft as his voice was before, and Tango nearly pulls the blanket up over his head again. Instead, he turns his face into the pillow. Jimmy chuckles, reaching out to pet his hair. It's nice.

"Alright bud," he says, his hand moving up- down, "do you want big boy clothes, or some different pajamas?"

It's nice to have choices- Impulse gives him choices too.

He turns his head, looks up at Jimmy and asks, "Pajamas?"

Jimmy nods, "Of course, bud."

idk how tango feels about or even takes baths cause. fire hair. but! bath. pajamas. they are chillin. they do laundry and Tango feels safe with a different caregiver than normal!!

regression for them is a point of connection- some sense of familiarity in an unfamiliar world and circumstance, so it's just. it's nice :3