#everything is in service to his goal and he's just buried everything

[nonhumen]

how do you best like to be loved?

touch me with tender truth

you crave being known and held. you just want the warmth and pressure of another body against your own. sometimes, late at night when you're alone in your bed, your skin aches with the lack of touch. you've tried touching yourself, and it isn't the same. one time someone gripped your shoulder and squeezed it in passing, and you thought about it for weeks after - the ghost pressure of their hand lingering. don't you deserve it? consistent physical love and caring? i think so, i think you do. but i also have to ask - do you fear it even as you want? after all, if you get it then it might also be taken away. i hope that if you fear it, you push through past that fear. that you ask for the touch you desire and deserve. i hope that you get touched with love and kindness, wrapped up in warm arms and rocked from side to side until the tension and pain falls away layer by layer and only you are left.

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Would you be making a hard thoughts choi seungcheol from seventeen Bf choi seungcheol or any more hard thoughts Bf from any of the groups you write about?

i freaking love writing these bf!thoughts !! send me more omgg that's one of my favourite thing to write !!

BF!SEUNGCHEOL who is the embodiment of a green flag, who is the final boss of princess treatment because you're the love of his life and you only deserve the best.

you know how he spoils everyone he loves and how he bought a fucking dyson to jeonghan ? yeah, he does that for you too but it's even worse because he's literally crazy over you. no matter the price, if you want something, he's gonna get it for you. and don't ever think about paying for something when the two of you get out, seungcheol doesn't even let you bring your card or any cash with you, insisting that your purse should only carry your lipgloss. even when he's not with you, he wants you to use his card. it's late at night and you're hungry ? seungcheol orders some takeouts for you. you're going out with some of your friends and seungcheol knows you're going to do some shopping ? he hands you his card for the day. you never thought you'll be the kind of girl to let a man pay for anything, but it's not any other man, it's choi seungcheol and you happily let him spoil you.

"i'm going out, baby. i'm gonna do my nails." - "take my card then, and spoil yourself for me, yeah ?"

seungcheol always needs to remind you that he loves you, be that through his words or his actions. he's gonna confess his love to you everyday and everynight, whispering the words when you wake up and just before you fall asleep. as mentioned before, he often offers you gifts too but his main love language is physical touch. as soon as seungcheol gets home, the first thing he wants to do is to hold you close to him. you cannot spend a day without your boyfriend holding your hands, kissing your cheeks, your forehead or your lips. but his absolute favorite are back hugs. he literally engulfs you in his embrace and you feel so safe and protected, which is his only goal in life. he's not ashamed to show his love for you in front of his friends either. they can make fun of him as much as they want because of how down bad for you he is but he doesn't care as long as you're happy and you know how in love with you he is.

"baby, i don't care that my members are here, i haven't seen you in a week, i need to kiss you. so let me, please ?"

another thing about seungcheol is that he's going to praise you for anything you do. you could just tell him that you did the dishes and he would tell you that you're doing good. but he loves it too when you praise him in return, telling him that you're proud of him and everything he accomplished. that has him weak in the knees and he's immediately blushing. also, anytime you're the one initiating the physical touch between the two of you, he melts on the spot. he doesn't mind listening to you rant for hours because he hears your voice and that's enough for him. and the way he's looking at you with so much adoration is enough to make you fold like paper. you're the first one he comes to when he needs something, the first person that comes to his mind every morning when he wakes up. honestly, his members are tired of hearing seungcheol go on and on about how perfect and pretty you are, but they better be prepared because he intends on marrying you one day.

"i can't wait for the day you'll be my wife."

BF!SEUNGCHEOL who needs to remind you of how good he is everytime he fucks you. he needs you to scream his name for all the neighbors to hear.

his princess treatment extends in the bedroom because whatever you want you get. definitely a service top, the type to bury his head in between your thighs for hours if that's what you want. he needs to make you cum at least three times before he even pushes his cock inside of you, loves it when you're all wet and squirmy already by the time he lets you have his dick. seungcheol often brings you to a state of overstimulation without even noticing it, too entranced by the way you're clenching around his fingers and moaning so prettily for him. another thing he wants to buy for you is lingerie. he loves to see your body cradled in pretty see-through or laced sets, and knowing that he paid for them is driving him crazy. when you're telling him that you bought the underwear you're wearing with his money, he's spoiling you for the whole night, that you can be sure.

"fuck, you look so pretty for me… my girl is perfect, look at you. you were made for me."

i know we joke about calling him and daddy and all but i think he would really love it if you called him sir. you just need to look at him with doe eyes, bat your pretty eyelashes and call him sir and he's ready to give you everything you want. you were making fun of him at first, playfully calling him that when he was acting like your father, but it slowly sank down that he liked it a little bit too much and that you did too. when seungcheol is deep inside of you and asking who is making you feel that good, he goes crazy when you answer with "it's you, sir." you also love to call him that in front of other people just to rile him up, because you know he will fuck you harder when you've been a brat and you love it. most of the time though, you're being good and he showers you in praises that makes you shy.

"such a good girl, baby. your pretty pussy feels so good around me."

seungcheol also lives for the moment you're being bad because he knows it's calling for strict punishment. he's being so good to you and that's how you reward him ? not gonna happen. his go-to punishment is spanking you. he bends you over his lap, pushing up your skirt out of the way and landing slap after slap on your cute ass cheeks, until they're all red and you're begging for him. he makes you count how many he gives you too, and start from the beginning again if you lose the number. the best part is when he finally pushes your head inside of the pillow and holds your hips up to ruin you. unlike the sweet nicknames he's usually giving you, in times like these he calls you his little slut, his greedy bitch that always wants more and more. you both like it more rough sometimes, and seungcheol is not going to deny you.

"you're such a brat sometimes, i need to fuck some sense into you, don't i ?"

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

F*CK, KILL, MARRY — nsfw alphabet w john wick (&femreader)

[Warnings: NSFW, discussion of various sexual and kink topics that are 0% canon and 100% my fantasies opinions] gif cred: @lunaspacks & @gifpacklove

[A]ftercare

The literal king of aftercare. It does not matter what kind of sex you’re having with John—even if it’s of the slowest and sensualist variety—he’s making sure you’re clean, kissed, snuggled, and hydrated afterwards.

[B]ody Part

What part of your body does this man not consider his favorite part, is the better question? Seems like his goal in life is to get every little piece of your flesh—especially the batches you don’t like—into his mouth and hands so he can convince you how much he loves, craves, pines after all of you. Speaking of hands, of course you love his chunky, scarred, battle worn fingers. And, since that seems to be your favorite part of him, he’s happy to agree, and wiggle his digits in front of you every once in a while as a teasing reminder of just how much you like them.

[C]um

The only thing John Wick likes teasing more than you, is himself. He’s entirely too good at keeping you both up all night either cumming or just on the precipice of it, so, by the time you’re both spent, things tend to be sticky and soaked in more than just sweat and saliva.

[D]irty Secret

There’s nothing he keeps from you, really. If you’re into it, he’s into it, and vice versa. Look at those puppy dog eyes and tell me you’re gonna tell this man no if he wants to suck your toes.

[E]xperience

Might have been a bit of a whore in his younger days, when he was still trying different bad coping skills for dealing with his own self loathing. Present, John has to really have that emotional attraction for his pants to get tighter, but he absolutely knows his way around female anatomy—as evidenced by yours and his soaked sheets.

[F]avorite Position

Either his face tucked up inside your pussy so deep his hair gets wet (John Wick’s favorite activity is making you cum in his mouth), or your knees hooked over his shoulders so he can watch your eyes roll back in your head while he reaches screaming, teeth gnashing, hellishly pleasurable depths.

[G]oofy

This one very much depends on his mood, although he’s not opposed to play fights and chasing you around the house a little bit before bending you over the couch and fucking his winning prize. He’s more playful than not most of the time, always teasing and sly, grinning against your lips and nuzzling your thighs and starting tickle fights —which may just be the only sort of fight he actually loses (sometimes).

[H]air

This man is not shaving that often these days…Something(one) else is taking up his free time. Plus, he loves to see beard burn on your skin—it means you’re his. He truly does not care at all about your body hair; whether you shave or don’t, he’s still burying his face in your cunt.

[I]ntimacy

Loving and fucking go hand in hand for him; where there is no love, there is no fuck. If he’s fucking you, he’s loving you at the same time, sometimes so deeply and intensely that the emotion becomes more overwhelming than the actual sex, which is a feat of its own. Constantly saying the dirtiest, sweetest shit to you—commanding your attention again when you try to bury your head in a pillow or close your eyes for some reprieve from his attention.

[J]ack off

You’ve both made a maddening deal that you won’t cum unless you’re in the other’s presence. It gets exceedingly frustrating at times, especially when he decides to come home from a week-long contract and then edge you out of your fucking mind for a few hours before he sends you to heaven and back on his cock

[K]ink

Hide and seek — spoiler: you always lose. Topping from the bottom — whatever you’re into, he’s into. Whatever you want, he’ll give it a try with enthusiasm. He loves pleasing you, serving you, giving you everything that you ask for and then some. John Wick is a service sub at heart, even if he takes the dominant roll to prove it. Edging and overstimulating — Living a life of pain, agony, and heartbreak has made him appreciate the finer things in life, like his cock and your cunt aching so desperately it becomes painful. He can spend all day nibbling your ears, teasing you with dark promises, brushing against your little sensitive spots, and then all night kissing your swollen clit and tickling your gspot and fucking you slow and devastatingly softly. And then there’s his love for receiving edges, leaking pools of precum while you tease his cock and kiss his tummy and nibble his hipbones.

[L]ocation

Private. He wants you to himself. The thought of someone else seeing or touching you, unless it’s something you really crave, makes him want to break bones stuff. Besides some hand holding and light cheek pecks in public, he’s not one for PDA.

[M]otivation

You don’t have to try to turn John on, which is both a blessing and a curse. More than once have you purchased a pair of cute (not even that sexy underwear) that he has ripped in half so that his impatient mouth can latch onto your pussy. He also adores femininity in all its purest forms—pretty sundresses, little strappy heels and sandals, the curves and soft places on your body, your cute giggles and soft touch and adorable pouting. Even better if you’re naturally not feminine to begin with, and take on a more masculine role; he loves to bring the little lady out in you, and take care of her.

[N]o

John will get a little rough if you ask; spank you, fuck your soul into the next life, a little bit of facefucking, but all the while he’s checking in on you, making sure you’re okay, asking if you need anything, giving you little breaks. He’s just naturally so sweet to you, it’s hard for him to complete a rough session without constant reassurance from his babydoll. So, gags are a no. He wants to—likes to—hear you, and he doesn’t need something obstructing that.

[O]ral

There are two ways that this could go. 1) With Wick slurping between your squishy thighs until dawn, delaying one orgasm after another until you’re sobbing and thrashing, until he finally lets you cum with his pruned fingers fucking up inside and sore tongue on your massively swollen clit. 2) With Baba Yaga burying his face into your folds, still in the sweaty work suit and maybe even a little blood on his tie, and taking you to heaven and back until he thinks you’re wet and stretched enough—spoiler, you are both of those things as soon as you see him…as soon as he opens his mouth—to take his cock.

[P]ace

Quick, bruising fucks in the car. Weekends in his woodsy, romantic cabin where you spend more time on his dick than off. Slow tonguing on the kitchen counter. Riding him on the doorstep while he’s in his suit when he just wants to get you off one more time before he goes off on a long job.

[Q]uickie

He prefers slow and sensual and teasing, but sometimes his cock disagrees with all that. He’s a man, after all, has needs. When he gets that haunted, dark, narrowed, pussy hungry look in his eyes—you’re fucked. You don’t know this, and he might not either, but that’s the same look he gets when he’s hunting a target.

[R]isk

What is the need for it? You’re his, completely. He doesn’t require added adrenaline when you’re around—you are his high.

[S]tamina

Y/n: *slaps John Wick’s ass* trust me, this baby can go for miles. Wait no, no, John-JOhN! Listen!—

[T]oys

As familiar as he is with the world and how it runs, he himself is a bit old school. That means holding doors open and putting you on the opposite side of the sidewalk away from traffic, but it also means he prefers to get you off with himself rather than any plastics or silicones—that is until you showed him just how fun they could be. Now, he may be initially resistant to vibrators and dildos, but that doesn’t mean he’s not privy to other tools that aid in your undoing—feathers, belts, ties, rope, his gun (unloaded, of course, don’t worry).

[U]nfair

Sometimes you feel like all the stoic, broody, dark assassin does is tease you. Not that you’re complaining, as long as his tongue or his fingers or his teeth are on you.

[V]olume

John Wick is a man of focus, determination, and sheer will power—but, make no mistake, he whimpers for you just as often as he growls.

[W]ild card

John didn’t think he’d get much out of thigh riding, until he saw you completely bare grinding your soaked cunt against the tensed muscles of his leg while he remained full on suited in black. Your fingers wrapped around his tie, the thick Kevlar of his jacket, rumpling and dampening the pristine white shirt underneath, mouth open and panting, flushed and grinding, desperate to get yourself off, nipples plucked swollen and dark by his fingers.

[X]-ray

Big Wick Energy. And, surprisingly, something you love to bite and poke, a cute little permanent pudge on his lower tummy amongst the hard panes of ab and tendon and muscle.

[Y]earning

If you’re both in good health—alright, sometimes even if you’re not (see: bullet and stab wounds, period cramps, broken bones)—you’re fucking. Often and earnestly. Debauching every available surface as soon as you get through the doors of each other's dwellings. He’s spent a lifetime training to kill, honing his body into the perfect weapon, building his inhuman stamina, unsure of why he was doing all of it in the first place—until he realized it was the universe’s grand design to assist him with fucking you whenever and wherever he wants; even when you get tired and he has to use you past the point where you can’t move or speak or think. As you’ve come to learn, it doesn’t matter if you’re too cockdrunk to assist, because John can fuck for the both of you.

[Z]zzzzzz

When he’s actually done, he’s out immediately. Just one of those common manly traits you like to poke fun at him for. At least he sleeps, now.

[thee-horny-thicky]

Loved the last ask you answerd, so I wanted to request "Upper moons (plus rengoku) With they're dynamic, like what type ofsub anddom dynamic do they follow, Service top, harsh dom, strict dom, soft dom, bratty sub,pillow princess sub ect

The Upper Moons’ *Plus Rengoku* Dom/Sub Dynamic

Just to be safe, I'll put a trigger warning here, as some of the scenarios for these headcanons have dubious consent.

Let’s get the outlier out of the way, Rengoku. He screams white knight dom. Loyalty is a value everyone in his life must have, and he will position himself as your protector, even if you can defend yourself. He’s the epitome of the knight in shining armor, ready to rush into battle and defend any damsel in distress. He will always act when something is wrong, even if it means putting himself in harm’s way.

He isn't the type of dom who will have a lot of sex. He prefers quality over quantity, and the most intimate experience is his favorite. However, if you're feeling particularly needy, he'll make an exception to satisfy your needs. He can’t have his princess be unhappy, after all.

Though he’s capable of meeting you halfway, Rengoku also values control, perhaps to a toxic degree. He likes taking charge and making decisions, even if he hides it well. This combined with his worry about your well-being can make him possessive and annoyingly domineering. He will want to be involved in every aspect of your life, even if he doesn’t need to know. The best you can hope for is a compromise that'd put his mind at ease, without your wish being denied.

  Do you want to do some shopping while he's out? Fine, but you're taking some Kakushi with you, and he's personally picking which ones.

However, his hardheadedness can lead to some friction. And when you aren't feeling so civil, an argument can be sparked. In that case, you're in trouble. No matter how valid your case is, expect a punishment.

Rengoku's punishments range from denying your requests to taking away privileges. He's a master of discipline and has many ways to make sure you'll learn your lessons. The princess treatment you've become accustomed to will cease, because how else would you ever learn? You can expect a spanking, withholding sex, or a night of chores, among other things. So be on your best behavior, or he'll make sure you regret it!

But despite his overbearingness, Rengoku is aware of your needs and desires and will make it his mission to fulfill them. He may be frustratingly stubborn, but you will be treated like royalty, never wanting anything, and always being protected.

Moving onto the Upper Moons.

Gyutaro just screams brat tamer. The years of abuse he’s endured resulted in him developing an inferiority complex, one that plagues him even into demonhood. Except as a demon, he could take what he wanted, and (almost) no human could stop him.

When it comes to women, he lives for bringing a bitch down a few pegs.

When you, a little haughty whore, started working at the brothel and dared to disrespect his sister, he jumped at the opportunity to teach you a lesson. He’ll shut your bratty mouth up with his dick, forcing his length down your throat until your nose is buried in his pubes. Only when he shoots his load will he let you go. But that doesn’t mean he’s done with you. No, you’ll be his plaything until he’s done something about that snotty attitude. He’ll take his time breaking you, and once he’s accomplished his goal, he’ll own you.

If he chooses to dispose of you, he’ll hunt for his next brat to tame. But if he chooses to keep you, the relationship will transfer into more of a master/slave dynamic. Your body, your will, everything about you would be his, and that’s how he likes it. He wants you to be dependent, for him to be the only thing you can rely on.

Soon, the sound of your teary begs become Gyutaro’s favorite sound, and he’ll go to great lengths to hear it.

He enjoys inflicting pain, though hurting you is a means to earn your submission when you get out of line, not his end goal. However, he can’t get enough of watching your face contort in the middle of his fun, be it a punishment, or forcing orgasms out of you. He will push you past your limits until you’re a whimpering, squirming mess. You won't be given relief until he decides you've earned it. Only when you’ve shown that you’re a good girl who learned her place will he let you come.

Once he's satisfied, the aftercare begins, and you will have everything you need. If you’ve been good, he’ll pepper your body with kisses as he tends to your wounds, showering you with praise. If you’ve been bad, you’ll be lucky to have him toss you a clean rag.

From time to time, he’ll also engage in primal play, particularly when he needs to work off some extra stress caused by Daki or Muzan.

Speaking of primal play…

Maybe it’s due to his inhumane appearance, but I immediately thought Primal Dom for Gyokko. Put bluntly, hunting gets him hard, especially when a pretty thing is his target. He loves the power rush it gives him, hunting you through the wilderness as he uses his powers to chase you. He knows you have no chance of getting away, and your panic makes the whole thing more delicious to him.

Once he catches you, he'll throw you down and truly begin his fun. He'll take his time devouring you, making a meal of your body. You're just a pretty little piece of meat to him, and he will savor every moment.

As his plaything, you’re subject to his whims. You won't come until he allows you to, and the pleasure he provides will always be just out of reach until you submit. You'll be forced to the edge and held there, unable to tip over until he decides.  He will tease, prod, and test you, then use his big hands to fill your holes. At the same time, he’s marking your flesh, making sure everyone knows you’re his.

Hantengu:  As I did last time, Hantengu’s main form, Zohakuten, and Urami will not be included. Instead, we’ll focus on his hot and grown manifested emotions.  

To the surprise of no one, Sekido is a sadist. He wants to see you break down in tears and cry out in pain, whilst begging him for pleasure. As he ‘plays’ with your poor body, he’ll deny your orgasms until you beg, (noticing a theme here?), then force you to earn it by whatever means necessary. If you’re bad, though, expect to be violently punished. Don't expect him to coddle you and whisper sweet nothing into your ears when it’s all said and done. At best, you'll get a kiss as he cleans you.

Based on the name alone, you’d think that the manifestation of Hantengu’s pleasure is a pleasure dom. But Karaku isn’t a straight top or bottom. Nope, he’s a switch! Sex is a game to him, one that’s about getting as much pleasure as possible. Thus, he’d switch it up depending on the mood he’s in. If he wants to watch you scream in pain, he'll be a harsh dom, and if he wants to hear your pretty moans, he'll be a soft dom. And if he just wants to feel good, he’ll become a power-bottom. If you want complete submission, you’ll have to take it by force, which he’ll also enjoy. And a little warning, if he's in the mood for a good fuck, expect him to drag you into bed, no matter where you are.

Our darling Aizetsu is the only true submissive of the line-up, as he’s a total bottom. His outlook on life is tinted by his sadness, and he views every negatively. Sex is no different, at least until you show him otherwise. When he discovers that intimacy is the key to bringing him joy, he’ll quickly become addicted to the act. He isn’t too fond of being the dominant party, but he'll make an exception if you ask nicely. But if it’s up to him, he’ll stick to subbing. He loves to be showered with praise and to have someone dedicated to pleasing him. A service top is a good fit for him, one that’s skilled in brat-taming. Because when he gets comfortable, Aizetsu can be a brat. Expect him to be demanding, and when denied, a sobbing temper tantrum may be possible. When that happens, a punishment is in order. Once he’s put back into his place, he’ll go back to being a good, needy boy.

Now, Urogi is the pleasure dom of the group. Similarly to Karaku, he views sex as a game to enjoy. But unlike his brother(?), it’s a game he must always be in control of.  You'll only orgasm when he deems it appropriate, and he’ll force out as many as he wants. He'll push you past your limits for his amusement, using you like a toy as he takes whatever he wants. And after all that fun, you'll receive your reward; the aftercare of a lifetime.

As a demon, it’s in Akaza’s nature to be in control. However, just because he’s topping, (and a demon), doesn’t mean that he’ll be cruel. Quite the opposite, as he’ll never do anything to hurt you. At least without you asking first. The reason Akaza enjoys topping is because that’s how he can best give his lover what they need. His pleasure comes from yours, so even if he shies away from something at first, he’ll do whatever it takes to make you come hard.

He likes to know exactly how to please his partner, and the best way to do that is by learning what you like. He’ll set aside time to discover your sensitive spots and kinks, only deeming his mission a success when you’ve had a few orgasms.

Once he knows what his lover needs, Akaza will use that knowledge to bring you bliss. He will worship your body, kissing and caressing you as his hands, tongue, and dick work their magic. The entire time, expect him to smother you with praise, whispering sweet nothings as he tells you how good you are for him.

Akaza will take his time cleaning and massaging you. He can be a bit intense during aftercare, smothering you with affection and being 110% sure you’re okay before allowing you some space.

 As a lover of women, he will engage in femdom, where he’ll switch from a service top to a service bottom. He’ll allow you to do whatever you please with him, because he only wants to please you. So basically, a dom-leaning switch.  

Speaking of switches….

The. Biggest. Switch! When you first entered a relationship with him, he’d be the dominant one most of the time, especially if you were human. No matter how sweet your cunt is, as a demon, he’s above you.

To no one’s surprise, when he’s in control, he’s a total sadist. He’ll spank, slap, choke, whip, claw, bite, etc., anything to inflict pain on you. He loves seeing you all bruised and bloodied, your eyes puffy and red from crying, your bottom lip trembling as you plead for mercy. It gets him painfully hard, driving him to get harsher and harsher during sex. And just as you’re on the verge of breaking, he’ll stop and start to coddle you, cooing sweet nothings and wiping your tears away as he cares for your wounds. You’re his favorite pet, after all, so he can’t destroy you completely.

However, if you resist his affection, prepare to be punished for your insolence.

Only when you become a demon will be start to give up some control, but you’ll have to take it by force. It’d excite Douma more than he’d want to admit when you break from your restraints and slam him down, your hands around his throat as you start to fuck him as roughly as he fucks you. Rather this means riding him or taking his ass, that’s for you to decide. He'd play a little game where he bottoms, acting like he doesn’t like it and that he’s above subbing, even though that’s when he cums the hardest. He’s a total brat, and he’d push you to the limit until you snap and fix that awful attitude of his.

When Muzan assigns him a pretty young thing to train, his cock will start to awaken. The thought of molding you excites Kokushibo, and his mind will quickly venture to the gutter. Just thinking about teaching you how to fuck nearly makes him feral, making him lose his signature stoicism.

Every day, he will work you to the bone, and when night comes, you will be rewarded for a job well done. He will worship your body, lavishing every inch with kisses, caresses, and bites. His mouth will explore your sensitive spots, his tongue eagerly diving into your warm, tight hole. His fingers will rub and stretch your entrance, making sure that you are well prepared to take him. Then, he will pound into your pussy, fucking you into the mattress. His pace will be relentless, and he will not stop until you have milked him dry.

When the deed is done, he will tend to your needs, making sure that your wounds are taken care of and that you are relaxed and content.

Don’t think he’s soft, though. He will make sure you know your place, and if you try to act out, he will punish you accordingly. He will not hesitate to spank you, choke you, whip you, whatever is necessary to correct your bad behavior. You will be put back in your place, and he will make sure that you know how to behave properly in the future.

His expectations will be high and rules numerous. He will not go easy on you, as he has no room for error. He’ll mold you into a slave to his whims, making sure you’ll bend to his every command. If you fail, don't expect to get off lightly. He won't stop until you're sobbing, with the lesson he’s seeking to teach drilled into your head.

This should go without saying. Muzan is a demon who craves control and expects respect. His sex life is no different, and when in relationships, there’s a 24/7 master/slave dynamic at play. He'll keep you on a tight leash—sometimes literally—and require you to ask permission for everything unless explicitly stated otherwise.

Wanna eat? Ask Muzan. Wanna bathe? Ask Muzan. Wanna sleep? Ask Muzan. Wanna go somewhere without him? How dare you ask that? You just earned a punishment.

In day-to-day life, you call him Lord Muzan. When he fucks you, he’ll expect you to call him Master. What he calls you depends on his mood, but he's very fond of referring to you as his ‘pet.’  And just as your title is dependent on the day, so does how he fucks you. He’ll always find a way to mark you, be it choking you until his fingerprints are visible, biting you, digging his nails into your skin, etc. Likewise, he’ll always restrain you, be it with rope, or just holding your wrists above your head.

If you’ve been particularly bothersome, he’ll spank you, then edge you until you’re begging and sobbing out apologies. If you’ve been a good girl, he’ll give you as many orgasms as you want.  

During aftercare—if he feels like providing it—he’s incredibly clinical about the whole thing and usually treats it as a chore that must be completed.

A/N: This one was longer than expected, but I hope you enjoyed it! I enjoyed writing this ask, and it spawned a few fic ideas 🤭

[anticanonsposts]

Fluff Alphabet-König

A= Affection (How they like to show their love.)

I feel like he’s into acts of service, like if he wakes up before you he’ll leave your coffee on the counter made, or if you get up before him you’ll come home to the bed made very nicely.

When you are in a more private setting he just likes to have a hand resting on you in some way.

He also does it by just remembering almost everything yo say, things you like, things you’ve done, things you want, he has a list of all that. 

B= Beauty (What do they especially admire about you?)

Mainly how strong and determined you are, that you have had some difficulties in life but nothing really deters you from trying new things. 

He also likes the black and white way you are with him, with most of the world you are confident and assertive but with him you are much softer and more gentle.

There’s just this warmth that radiates from you whenever he's near you.  

C= Cuddles (How they like to cuddle you.)

Despite the size I feel like he likes to be held, big spoon/little spoon he does not care.

He really likes having a bed that’s big enough for him though, once you guys move in together you specifically have to go buy one that will work for the both of you.

He usually likes to bury his face in whatever body part he is facing, he just really wants to be breathing in your scent. 

D= Dancing (Their favorite place to dance with you.) 

He has one of two places that are his favorites

The first is in the kitchen, usually impromptu when one of you is cooking/cleaning in the kitchen, playing music and the other comes up and starts to sway with the other.

His second favorite is when you are both (mainly he) are plastered at a club or party or something and since he’s drunk his anxiety is a lot less and he gets to just zone out with you pressed against him, moving to the rhythm of the music.  

E= Excitement (Do they get excited with you about things?)

Once he gets comfortable around you he will go into detail about things he is interested in.

He will also get super excited when you show interest in these things, especially when you make an effort to learn German.

He is over the moon when you and his mom start talking to each other on the reg, she quickly becomes obsessed with you and starts to always ask about you when he calls her.

He also loves when you rant about things you are interested and passionate about, it makes him really happy that you feel like you can talk to him about these things. 

F= First Date (Your first date together.) 

He is pretty traditional so he insists on taking you out to eat for your first date, but given his nervousness around a lot of people and the fact that he is already nervous because you actually said yes, you end up going on a picnic in a  park with some people in it.

He wants to make sure you also feel safe, not going to a super secluded area witha giant man for the first time.

I’m not gonna lie, your first date would probably be a little awkward because he doesn't have too much experience with first dates. 

But if anything he just wants to hear from you as much as possible.

G= Goals (Do they have things they want to achieve? Do they include you in these things?)

His ultimate goal for his future is to have a quieter, more boring life, preferably with a partner to share it with.

But more short term, to find a partner he loves, he wants to make them his and himself theirs.

H= Honesty (How open are they with you?)

Definitely not open at first, due to his anxiety he tends to get in his own head a lot and will be silent a lot around you at the beginning of your relationship.

You end up having a couple conversations with him about this, explaining to him how it makes you feel. 

But once you are in a  committed relationship and he knows he loves and trusts you, he gets to the point that he tells you pretty much everything.

He is able to truly trust you and tell you things he never thought he would tell another person. 

I= I Love You (Do they say it alot? Did they say it first?)

He for sure said it first and was nearly shitting himself when he said it to you the first time.

When you said it back he almost couldn’t believe it but then was over the moon for the next week, literally nothing made him upset that week.

Once you have both said it to each other, he says it to you like five times a day, at first just to hear you say it back, but also because he was so happy that he was now free to say it.

J= Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

He for sure does at the beginning, but it is more so jealousy because of his insecurities about himself rather than you.

He has full confidence that you would never cheat on him with anyone but he is insecure about the things he can improve on the others are already experts at.

But he gets better especially when you give him loving looks from across the room when you are at the gathering together. 

K= Kiss (Their favorite place to kiss you.) 

It's simple but he loves to kiss your cheek.

Usually he grabs your chin/face, but very gently.

He really likes how warm and plump your cheeks are and how they feel on his lips.

But when you kiss him on the cheek he blushes and his face/chest gets so red. 

L= Little Spoon (Who’s the little spoon?)

Let’s be honest obviously he likes to completely wrap around you like a big spoon but…

He fucking loves being the little spoon, he just feels very safe with you, and on a more superficial level he likes how your tits feel pressed against his back. 

M= Melody (What’s your song together?) Hehe I have no idea <3

N= Nicknames (Do they use nicknames for you?)

He uses pretty basic ones in English like sweetheart and babe but he has a phase where all he calls you is ‘my beauty’.

More often than not though he calls you pet names in German. 

O= Open Book (How hard was it to get to know them?)

Definitely very closed off at first, he doesn't like to open up to too many people but once you’re in his bubble, he talks your ear off. 

Once he trusts you there aren't many thoughts that he does not feel comfortable sharing with you.

P= PDA (How affectionate they are in public.)

Because of his social anxiety he is not very into PDA only because he already commands a lot of attention in public, and doesn’t want anymore. 

That being said he will always be holding your hand and likes it when you grab his arm at the same time.

Now when he’s drunk, it’s a completely different story, he is constantly kissing you and has his hands on your hips and waist.

If you guys are walking home from a bar he doesn’t pay too much attention so he repeatedly lifts you off the ground unintentionally as you walk as he pulls you closer to him. 

Q= Quirk (A weird but loveable trait of theirs.)

The shower always makes him sneeze, like without fault every time this man takes a shower he starts sneezing.

One time when you two were having sex in the shower, his face scrunched up and he sneezed which just caused you to start giggling and then he got shy. 

R= Romance (How romantic are they?)

Romance is this man’s forte, but you are quite literally the center of his world and he wants to make sure you know that constantly.

Surprise flowers? Check. Surprise little gifts? Check. Small intimate moments with you everyday? Check.

S= Secrets (Do they keep secrets from you?)

Like explained before, he definitely keeps secrets from you at first, before he feels completely comfortable around you. 

Especially because of his past of being bullied, he feels like it’s shameful and doesn’t like to tell people about it, but once he does open up there is no judgment from you, and it just solidifies how he feels about you. 

On a lighter note he has a really hard time keeping fun secrets from you, like gifts and surprises he has planned, he gets very nervous and goes silent a lot more. 

He’s the type of guy to be thinking in his head how excited he is and wanting to tell you, his best friend about it but then reminding himself that you are the recipient of the secret. 

T= Thrill (Do they like to keep the relationship new and exciting?)

He definitely loves domestic bliss because of the chaos that he has had in his career since he was 17. 

That being said, he loves to do anything that makes you happy, and he really likes to travel with you.

Especially when he brings you to Austria and you meet his mom and see where he grew up.

U= Understanding (How they comfort/support you when you’re upset or anxious.)

He does a lot of nurturing type behaviors when he notices your anxiety flaring up, like rubbing your back and giving you small touches in an attempt to ground you. 

He also really wants you to communicate with him when you feel like this because he just wants to know from you, what you need to be comforted.

Since he has a lot of experience with anxiety he understands how far from reality your thoughts can get, and its something that brings you closer together since neither of you have to explain your feelings/thoughts to the other. 

V= Vexed (How easily they lose their temper.)

Outside of his job he is actually pretty cool and level headed. 

Unless of course he is out with you and someone disrespects you.

Like if you are out in public and someone says something or does something so outrightly rude to you he usually starts to bitch them out. 

Or if you are having issues with your family. 

You tend to have this same behavior towards people disrespecting him which again just makes him feel very connected to you, knowing that he can always depend on you.

He would never yell at you out of anger or let his anger scare you in any way.

W= Weakness (What’s their weakness when it comes to you.) 

Touch this man’s forearm and he will bark like a dog, that’s literally all it takes.

If you're asking him for something while circling your thumb on his forearm he will immediately say yes.

He also has a huge weakness for your eyes, and if you make eye contact with him and ask for something he will almost always say yes and give you anything you want.

X= Xtra (Random hc about them.) 

Anytime he reads a book he always has a pen/pencil with him.

The books he has read are all filled with underlines and circles of passages he likes, words he thinks are cool, or parts that he thinks are beautiful and/or well written.  

Y= Years to Come (How they imagine your future together.)

He truly just wants a future with you and is willing to have it any way you want. 

If you want to marry him he would be overjoyed but he also respects you if you just want a lifetime partner status.

But bottom line he knows he wants to be with you for the rest of his life. 

Z= Zzz ( How they are when they sleep.)

I saw someone else say this and I agree, that since he is so used to sleeping in beds that are too small for him when he worked, he typically curls up quite a bit when sleeping.

However with you he really likes it because you don't care how much space he takes up as long as one of you is laying on the other. 

Also he becomes more and more of a deep sleeper as your relationship progresses.

I also think he might snore a little bit, at the very least it is a very deep and heavy breather. 

At first he’s worried that will keep you from falling asleep, but you also sleep with like 3 white noises playing so you tell him that you can’t really hear him.

[dragon-communion]

I think part of the reason why Saint Trina captivates me so much is the long journey where we absolutely did not have her side of the story, and to some extent still don't. Exploring the rift between Miquella and Trina- what makes someone so full of love want to kill the person they treasure- is so full of potential. Especially since, for both of them, to harm the one they love is to quite literally harm themself.

At some point, Miquella clearly came to the conclusion that godhood, world peace, was more important than self love. And he'd probably made that decision centuries ago, the first time he forced himself to bleed on the Haligtree. Machinations and intelligence aside, he's still in many ways a kid, and watering a magic tree with your blood (probably with a knife!) had to be traumatizing as hell for awhile. He learned he was capable of hurting himself in a way he didn't truly understand, before, but it's in the name of a new world. So it's fine.

It honestly isn't that far of a jump from metaphorical self-sacrifice, to self harm, to ripping out an entire side of yourself and casting it bloody into the abyss for the sake of your goals. I'm willing to bet if Trina represented the part of him that was love, she was the self-love that told him to stop. Because how can you love the world unless you love yourself?

And this is just a headcanon, but. While the surface-level connection between Miquella's charm and Trina's slumber might not be immediately apparent, I think the link between the two is forgetfulness. I've seen people mention Rykard's Tonic of Forgetfulness possibly being Miquella's work, and I think that has some merit to it. Dreams are a thing we're almost built to forget, and thematically Saint Trina seems to be very associated with either addiction or depression or both. In the same vein, Miquella doesn't fully understand the cracks in the Order because I'm not sure fixing the Order was ever the real goal- it's always been healing his sister, and everything else- being an Empyrean, becoming a god- was in service to that, until perhaps he himself started to forget why he'd started. The why doesn't matter though, only the eternal thwarted becoming, and that's his curse. He's intelligent and creative and passionate and wildly, utterly depressed I think. But he can make people addicted to him, and they feel better, and that makes it all worth it. He just wants the world to feel better, no matter the cost.

The cost to himself barely registers after all these years.

The trailer makes their separation seem graceful, but I'm willing to bet that Trina nearly tore a chunk of skin with her when Miquella pried her out, and screamed all the way down. Because she's also addiction and oblivion, and she's been indulging in both to forget, trying to help the world forget because she can't heal Miquella, and now she never will. Even though she should have had forever, with him.

Neither of them should have had to bury the other, and neither of them was buried. They would have had forever if Miquella wasn't so determined to destroy himself for the world, they would have had forever if Trina loved him enough, maybe, and I imagine she's got some kind of twisted survivor-guilt thing of the century.

Miquella quite literally didn't love Trina enough to take care of himself for her, and that utterly wrecks me.

[dreamlessimp]

— intermission

summary: you go to reo’s house for a movie night. during one particularly dull moment, the late night forced out a question that had long been on your mind.

warnings: mikage reo x gn! reader, blue lock not mentioned, sfw, reo becomes the biggest flirt, reo carrie’s you, 1.3k words, pure fluff

you jogged up the steps to reo’s ‘house’, shivering in your light jacket. once at the door, you rung the doorbell a few too many times, anxious to get inside and away from the relentless cold winds. you’d been to his home many times and your awe pertaining to his family’s wealth never fades.

“would you like me to get the door, young master reo? your friend is here.” ba-ya called out to the purple haired boy.

“thanks ba-ya. i’ll get the door for them.” reo responded, rushing to get to the door wanting to greet you first. he swung open the door and pulled you inside, shutting the door swiftly so as not to let more of the cold air in.

“t-thanks reo.” you said, pulling off your shoes and hanging up your jacket. “am i late?”

“well we’re not on a time limit. but, no.” he answered, guiding you to his room to prevent you from getting lost. “was it cold?”

“yeah. i walked here and nearly died.” you gave an exaggerated shiver.

“come on. my room’s much warmer!” he flashed a bright smile, bringing far too much color back into your cheeks.

you followed him into his room, and you swore your mind was playing tricks on you. how many turns were there again? you decided that without reo, you’d get lost in his mansion forever.

once there, you ignored the enormity of his room as you always tried to do, wanting to spare him the obvious and awkward questions. 

instead, you noticed the couch pulled closer to his huge tv. you ran over to it once you noticed the blankets folded on it’s side. as you expected, they were insanely soft.

“do you want to make popcorn?” he asked, thinking it bets to have something to snack on during the movie, whatever was chosen.

“yeah. i’ll make it for us both.”

he nods with a smile. “deal. follow me.”

you follow close behind him again, and end up in the kitchen after walking for far too long. 

considering you’d only been there a few times, you had no idea where to find anything in his kitchen. “reo.”

the purpled-hairs boy had been sitting on his counter scrolling through his phone. “what’s up?”

you cringed. “where are the pots? and popcorn?”

“oh” he laughed, pulling everything out from their designated cabinets. “when you’re done, just leave them in the sink.”

you nod your head and turn on the stove. it’s a short job, and you leave it up to the oven not long after.

“you did awesome at your game yesterday.”

he gave a grateful smile, bowing his head. “thanks, i’m glad you could make it.” his voice gave away the honesty in the statement, your heart leaped knowing that he really was glad you were there.

“yeah, your second goal was probably the best in the game.” you say, pleased to see his eyes light up.

“thanks! me and nagi have been working on that play for a couple weeks.”

soon, the popcorn had completed its popping and at least 90% was popped. you gave it a minute of careful studying before dumping it all in a bowl and setting everything you used in the sink, which seemed to clean dishes automatically.

he guided you into his room quickly, him happily holding the bowl of popcorn.

“what movie do you wanna watch?” he asked, sitting in the very middle of the couch scrolling through his favorite streaming service that you failed to recognize.

“not sure.” you said, muffled by the blankets. you were trying to bury yourself underneath the monstrous pile of comfort. “your choice, whatever sounds best.”

“okay.” he clicked on a random movie he’d once heard of, and skipped the trailer.

it was some kind of romance where the two love interests met in college. it didn’t sound all that interesting, but reo chose it based on its high reviews. 

the beginning of the movie had been tame. you two had finished the popcorn early on, and were both sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the couch. you were both resting on the couch’s backboard, the blankets beneath you instead of over your legs.

it was almost exactly in the middle of the 3 hour-long movie that it got interesting. you and reo sat on the edge of the couch, leaning closer to the tv as if that would make the moment even more intense. 

you’d both begun to feel passionately about the characters rather then the plot, and this moment was high-stakes for your shared favorite.

he grabbed your arm and lightly shook it as if it would emphasize the moment. 

and then, it was over. 

reo let go of your arm and release a large sigh of relief as everything turned out fine.

too fine.

in the minutes after, the movie went downhill. it had clearly peaked far too early, and had begun to fall flat. 

soon, you had groaned for the third time and reo had apologized for his choices for the second. 

you quickly became all too aware of the silence. unfortunately, you took it upon yourself to fix it.

it was probably the boredom. or you just wanted to break the silence. maybe it was the late night.

either way, a horrible question was dragged up from the depths of your mind.

“have you ever dated anyone?” you asked.

shit. of course he had.

he was mikage reo after all. he was heir to a ridiculously huge company. he had good grades, he was athletic, and was friendly to everyone.

then there was his looks, which did nothing but increase how amazing he was.

“ho, i guess not.” he turns to face you, eyes obviously serious in the room’s darkness. “why?”

“huh. i’d have thought you’d dated many people. you’re so good-looking it’s kinda weird.” you froze. you could have sworn you were never that bad with words.

“wait, sorry—that sounded mean.”

“i guess.” he pauses. “i’m waiting for someone.”

“oh. so you do want to date someone?”

“yeah.” he clears his throat, only thought in his head being; ‘fuck it.’ he turns to face you. 

“you.”

wait. fuck. 

that should have been much more romantic. he curses himself out, face burning with an awkward, but hopeful smile.

“i’d date you too.” you say, trying to avoid eye contact.

‘well.’ reo thought, ‘this could certainly be made more romantic.’

his hand moved to hold the side of your face. he was aware of his probably bright-red face, but that only made his smile larger. the movie is long forgotten as he uses his other hand to lightly pull your shoulder, bringing you even closer.

you manage to compose yourself for just long enough to wrap your arms around his torso, forcing him to meet you in the middle.

the two of you let yourselves fall back against each other as your hands meet and intertwine. in the warmth and subtle background noise of the movie, you allow yourself to comfortably fall asleep on his shoulder.

reo fell asleep not long after you, his hand never leaving yours.

when the movie ended though, he knew he couldn’t stay in the same position for the rest of the night. he was aware that his shoulder likely wasn’t the softest pillow.

it had already been decided that you would be sleeping over, and he had asked for an entire bed to be brought in for you. 

slowly removing himself from your hold, he silenced his laughter as you fell sideways onto the couch as your support left.

then came the best part. he carefully picked you up from the blanket to which you’d been on. he was meticulous to make sure you didn’t hit anything and he slowly lifted you up, and carried you over to the second bed.

your sleeping expression had remained content and still the entire time, giving him a proud sense of accomplishment when he found he hadn’t woken you up.

he lifted a fluffy blanket over most of your body, and quietly walked to his own bed, allowing your dreams to replay the events of the night.

[drugs-and-daddyissues]

𝑻𝒐𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ SFW

☆ Takes him FOREVER to make it official with you, but trust me, once he's yours, he's all yours.

☆ He'll try to act all tough around his friends, but you've got him completely wrapped around your finger.

☆ Not super big on PDA, although he does like to keep a hand on you. On your back, around your shoulders, intertwined with your own hand, doesn't matter. He's protective by nature, and it's like a small way to make sure you're safe.

☆ You become best friends with Judy, because of course you do. Penhall teases Tommy (our poor baby) about finally settling down. Ioki's just happy Tom's happy.

☆ I feel like he'll give you some piece of jewelry to "claim you". A necklace, bracelet, anklet, anything. It wouldn't be his name but rather just his initial.

☆ Takes you bowling even if you hate it (spoiler: you don't because he makes it so fun) .

☆ Kissing and making out in the back of his Mustang.

☆ He'd be a very attentive listener with you, and it shows. Talking about your favorite artist/band? He'll listen to a few of their songs, or he'll buy you a CD of said artist/band.

☆ His main love language is definitely acts of service. He will do literally any small thing for you (passes the orange peel theory 1000000%) .

☆ Although it would take a while, he'd eventually indulge in long conversations planning your future together. Kids, house, pets, life goals, EVERYTHING would be discussed.

☆ He's a little hot headed, but he'll try his best to be patient with you.

☆ He's very traditional, not in a gross way, but just in the way that he feels like he should protect and provide for you. He insists on paying on every date, he's opening doors for you, he's respecting your boundaries. Just a pure gentleman with you.

☆ If you have any issues with him in the relationship, he'll listen, validate your feelings, and try to come up with a solution or compromise. He's smart, he's a problem solver, and your issue is typically resolved fairly quickly.

☆ He was the one who made it a rule that you never go to bed angry with each other. If you're simply too exhausted to continue an argument, he'll pull you into his chest, and run his fingers through your hair, instead of just avoiding you.

☆ He's kind of impulsive sometimes, but you don't leave. Because behind all of his stubbornness is a genuine good guy who's just trying to do the right thing.

☆ He's so clingy when he's tired. If y'all are sleeping in the same bed, that man practically has his whole body over you. Don't even think about trying to get up

☆ He absolutely hates seeing you in pain. Will do absolutely any and everything to help alleviate said pain.

☆ When you cuddle, he loves spooning you, Easily his favorite cuddling position.

☆ His love languages (click link)

☆ He's a little paranoid about you going out (it's the cop in him). He worries about every little thing, always reminds you not to drink too much, not to walk alone, etc. He just wants to keep you safe.

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ NSFW

☆ Speaking of positions, his favorite sex position is either missionary or cowgirl. He needs to be able to see your face contort into pleasure.

☆ I don't think he's too vanilla, but I also just don't see him being into harder things like BDSM. He'll get freaky with it. He'll mark you up with hickies, he'll choke you, he'll fuck you so hard you'll be shaking after.

☆ He's a soft dom though. He'll praise you while his cock is buried into your heat, he'll check up on you, make sure you're okay, he'll clean you up after the fact.

☆ This is more fem centered but: Out of tits, thighs, and ass, he's definitely a boob guy mostly. He literally can't keep his hands off your tits, he's such a pervert!! All he wants to do is take a puffy nipple into his mouth, gently swirling and flicking his tongue across the sensitive bud, while his other hand is on your other tit.

☆ He's so good with prepping you, he will literally never fuck you without you being properly lubed up (whether that's by your own arousal, or if he does use lube). He'll finger you, ease you into it, before pushing his cock into you

☆ And if you work with him? It's over for y'all, because he's pulling you away somewhere private to make out with you, gently groping you through your clothes. He's just whispering about how much he missed you, how he couldn't wait, how he needed to touch his pretty little lover.

☆ Honestly, he likes receiving oral more than he likes giving it. But don't misunderstand that as him not wanting to give you head, or that it'll be lousy. No. He's been around the block a few times, he's not stupid, he knows what he's doing. He's skilled with his mouth, and he'll easily pull 2-3 orgasms out of you before he's done.

☆ Make up sex is common (hint hint, wink wink, I wrote about it here if you wanna read) because like I said, he's damn impulsive. He's.. Passionate when it comes to things.

☆ Gets off on you calling him "officer", and would definitely handcuff you while fucking your brains out.

☆ If you're riding him, he will thrust up into you to meet you half way, making you let out a soft scream in pleasure as the head of his cock brushes against that sweet spot inside you

A/N: I'll update more as more thoughts come to me, but Tommy has had me in an absolute chokehold and I thought I'd share <3 - 🪐

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[muzzlemouths]

Totally normal question (apologies if it has been asked before) do the DMD au boys have different love languages?

What would an act of love look like to them or from them if I may be so bold 👀

Moon’s love language is Quality Time. 

This may sound uncharacteristic of the Moon we’ve seen in Dead Mall Dare thus far, but I assure you he wants nothing more than to be in someone’s company.

He spent more time than necessary with the customers and was familiar, or made it his goal to become familiar, with each and every one of them — until The Event, that is, where all of that changed practically overnight.

Sure, Sun misses the customers, too, but he can still pretend. He’s good at pretending they’re still around, good at pretending that each sale is between himself and a stranger rather than a shuffle between his own hands, good at pretending to be alright with all of this. Moon isn’t so self-convincing, and he can’t bring himself to do what feels like slow torture to him. He needs the contact, the real companionship of it all. Someone to laugh at his jokes, to tell him about their day, to be there in the moment with him not just as a customer but as someone he can consider a friend. Trapped in a mall he can never hope to step foot outside of, how else is he meant to achieve that? Similar to Sun, there was a point where he attempted to fool himself into thinking that anyone breaking into the mall after its closing was just another customer. But they’re not. They are taggers, looters, thieves, only there to destroy what remained of their home, and it makes him terribly bitter. He denies needing companionship if only in the bleak hope that it will make him stop wanting it.

He's touch starved, conversation starved, companionship starved. He wants your time. He has to believe someone still wants his.

You may think Sun’s love language is Physical Touch or Words of Affirmation. After all, he’s handsy to a fault with Y/N right off the bat, and has already used no less than four different pet names by the end of the chapter. He’s very generous with his compliments and lays his affections on thick. That being said, his love language is actually Acts of Service.

Always considered the prettier of the two mascots by the average customer, Sun is used to his sense of worth being attached to his appearance. No matter how hard he tries, he will always be looked at for his charm first and everything else, second. He values compliments about his strength, his smarts, his ability to tackle almost any goal, but what he loves most is the chance to prove it.

So when it comes to his love language, he is all about doing anything and everything in his power to bear the weight, to an almost obsessive degree. He'll patch up that broken window by the afternoon, will cook up a four course dinner even if it means an evening of keeping his nose buried in an unfamiliar cookbook, will run from one department and back before you have the time to sneeze if you left something behind, and will spend all day attempting to repair Moon's projector despite knowing nothing about its mechanics just for the slim chance of seeing him smile.

If you allow him the chance to do just about anything for you he will be giddy for the rest of the day. Your stomach growls? Now you’re suddenly being ushered into a booth while he brings you every fruit he can hold with two hands. Need to change but your wardrobe is dirty? Now the laundry is done and he’s already picked out that week’s outfits in advance, so you don’t have to! Tell him your feet are sore? Now you’re in his arms, and he’s not taking no for an answer.

He can get…a little overbearing, admittedly. What starts as a way to show affection soon becomes overwhelming, and you might start to feel infantized or belittled, but he means well. He wants to be helpful, he wants to feel useful, and he’ll do anything to accomplish that.

[yujeong]

i spotted some talk of ace vegas 👀 please continue if you want.

there's a lot of demi pete acknowledgement, but i can totally get why vegas would be a service top as an ace person

Hey there, anon! Thank you so much for sending me this! I'd love to expand on my thoughts actually, since I'm pretty sure I haven't stumbled across any posts that delve into this headcanon about Vegas. However, before saying more, I'd like to give 2 important disclaimers: 1. I'm not ace, or at least I don't think I am (sexuality has been a fraught topic to me for the past couple of years, I try not to think about it), so everything I'm about to say should be taken with a grain of salt - as well as be corrected if I say sth stupid or inaccurate, 2. The "ace Vegas" headcanon isn't an original thought of mine. A former fandom friend had mentioned it once in a server I used to be a part of, and it intrigued me. Now, on to the topic at hand. Apologies in advance, because this ended up being super long: Vegas' sexuality and how he expresses it has been a very interesting topic to me due to how much emphasis is put on it throughout the show. From the way he flirts with Porsche (horribly) to the way his room is decorated or the way he dresses and acts, the man oozes sexual appeal, so much so that he rivals Kinn, aka the horniest man on planet Earth. But the more we get exposed to it, the more it makes me wonder: is Vegas really a "sex freak" or is he using it as a weapon to win against Kinn? Because if Vegas copies other things Kinn does in order to win against him - the suits, the boyfriends, the mafia tactics - why wouldn't he copy his (presumed) sex life? Why wouldn't he try spicing up his image as this scary sadist with the cuffs and the whips and the XL vegan condoms, in order to rival his cousin? Adding the ace aspect here, it could also be a way for him to cope with the fact that he hasn't experienced sexual attraction towards anyone in comparison to Kinn (because it is of vital importance to me that everything Vegas thinks about himself is because of Kinn). He can see how Kinn stares at the men he fucks, he can see the hunger; it's sth he lacks. He feels inferior to Kinn due to this, he feels like a freak - as he told Pete, I'll expand upon that line later - so, he overcompensates for it.... ...which brings me to the mirror scene. Yes, that mirror scene. I'd say it's one of two scenes that could discourage someone from having the "ace Vegas" headcanon, due to how Vegas is alone and fantasizes about Porsche while (I assume) touching himself, BUT I have two counter-arguments to that: 1. Vegas is so deep into this facade he's put on that he's trying to persuade himself to feel powerful for managing to incapacitate Porsche, even though he eventually failed to do what he had wanted to, 2. Vegas isn't fantasizing about Porsche himself, but rather the thing he did to him, the act. He managed for a little while to have the upper hand on him, and that power makes him feel good (aka horny). Is it a stretch? Maybe. Since a lot of fans love Vegas being a hardcore sadist who practices BDSM (something I'm in the minority of), perhaps ace Vegas doesn't sound believable - even though a LOT of ace people practice BDSM, as is known. Now, let's examine VegasPete in this context:

Vegas hadn't shown any interest to Pete pre-spying shenanigans, and even then, he mostly taunts the poor man. Condoms and ass grabs and merits, that's the most he does to Pete up until ep10, when he has him tied up in his basement and tortures him. I do love how most of the torturing he does to Pete is sexual or has sexual implications (RIP Pete's balls). It emphasizes how Vegas uses sex as a weapon to achieve his goals, whatever those may be - which, in Pete's case, are just him trying to redirect his intense anger from his failure onto someone else. Vegas knows how powerful sex is - it's why he used it to drive Pete's attention away from his issues after they buried the hedgehog and Pete told him he shouldn't hit himself. And being ace, he's more detached to it (by not being attracted to the person he's using his tactics against), so he's better at it. He excels at it, it gives him a perverted sense of self-confidence. Now, their NC scene is one of my favorites exactly because of what anon mentioned: Vegas reads so much as a service top in it. He is 100% focused on Pete and how good he's making him feel. His own orgasm can very well be considered an afterthought and it's perfect. With all of this, I can't help but see the possibility of him being ace. The last 2 things I want to mention are from the next scene, because they're also arguments that could be used against this headcanon: 1) "Do you know how sexy you are?" and 2) "I thought I was a freak, until now" Ok, so, a question: if we take into consideration the idea of Vegas being ace - a Vegas who compares himself to Kinn, a Vegas who uses sex as a tool, a Vegas who thinks of himself as an unlovable monster, a Vegas who hates himself to the point of being suicidal - then what's the most probable outcome of him having the first actual good sexual experience in his life? Answer: he'll get hella confused lol What I mean by this, is that Vegas didn't suddenly become allosexual from this experience with Pete. Vegas simply... fell in love. (or, more accurately, the feeling that had been building up inside him since the pill kiss cemented itself in his heart after they had sex) And what do some people do when they have a similar experience? They confuse romantic love with sexual attraction, thinking they experienced one thing when they did the other. That's what I believe happened with Vegas. He thought he's not a freak because he figured he's sexually attracted to Pete, when in reality the poor fucker loves Pete romantically. If we can accept the fact that Vegas knows shit all about proper BDSM practices (Pete isn't even looking that up lmao), then he sure af doesn't know about the differences between sexual and romantic attraction. Hence, what he told Pete. I think that's all I wanted to say, which is a lot already haha, but in order to properly expand upon this issue, I needed to write an essay of a post. I'm sorry if it was tiring and thank you again anon for your ask ❤️❤️

[nahisummerhold]

The Night the Light Went Out in Hallowfall

(Adding this so people are aware of the prompt)

Whatever someone might imagine as a fear, the company’s current location probably had something that would have at least a tangential link to it. Fear of the dark? Check. Fear of spiders or other bugs? Check. Fear of being buried alive? Check, they were underground afterall. Rodents? Nahi didn’t even want to check that off the list because then she would have to think about what else the dark might attract. Sharks? As Fio said there was always the kobyss.

The eternal night of Netherstorm had not prepared her for this kind of dark, where the weight of it closed from every side. The halo of the light from the camp extended out, shadows dancing in and out whenever the light would flicker, her imagination happy to fill in the motion with incursions of any number of threats that they were facing. Whoever wrote the song, ‘keeping the home fires burning’ had absolutely no clue what light meant to the overactive mind when Beledar was engulfed by its Void cycle.

It was late at night, Nahilvi’s schedule finally a boon for something, it wasn’t just the assignment, or fear, that was keeping her alert, this was the time when energy filled her, those late night and after bar hours that the service industry was known to haunt. Commander Dal’shula and the camp manager made sure it was known that helping to keep their fire lit was the priority but everyone had to be observant and ready to help when the unexpected would come because it would. 

And when it did, it didn’t come from their camp. The edges of their area were still protected by their brazier but Nahi saw fingers of the dark reach deeper in as a small tremble made the flame dip. There was no time to check on their own fire because the ground opened and devoured the golden flame of the next camp, leaving a memory of its outline in her eyes because chance had her looking in that direction when it happened.

Nahi searched for any sign that this was not what every camp had been trying to prevent, while everything began to move around her. She heard the Commander’s clarion call, "RUN INTO OUR LIGHT! FIGHTERS WITH ME, GET THEM INTO OUR CAMP! EVERYONE ELSE KEEP THAT LIGHT GOING, HELP THE WOUNDED, AND CALL BACK OUR NIGHT SHIFT TO HELP!” and the fighters’ that served him for so long’s response, not in words but armor being donned and weapons gathered before they joined him at the edge of their camp. With so many people flowing around her, they became a blur as she froze in place. The sound was clear and she heard Kai call to her but any movement around her held no definition, she was a boulder in a river of action stuck in place. Something caught at the edge of her vision, it was moving, but it came from the opposite direction, swimming upstream making it seem slower. A mercenary from the other camp maybe? A stranger for sure, a panicked stranger running straight for their brazier. “Keep the light protected, keep their camp protected,” the orders that had been repeated so many times, were lodged in her mind. The fear that held her anchored, crumbled into dust and caught on the current that the others had moved within, sweeping her into action. 

Catching the man’s arm at the elbow she tried to slow and guide him away from the center of camp, but he fought her and did not seem to recognize anything but his goal, even her touch made him scream like she became part of the nightmare which had just tried to devour him. Jerking to the side, he swung a fist coated in greenish yellow ichor at her, but she stepped into his body keeping the punch from landing while speaking with a calm she was surprised she still possessed, “Stop, you are in the camp. Nothing is coming after you.”

His body had reacted to the horror he came through and made him strong enough to tear nahi away from him as he continued toward the light as single mindedly as a moth. “Help me! They’ve got me! Help!” Nahi did the only thing she could think of and went limp, sliding down, she wrapped her arms and legs around his own, like a child wanting to keep a parent in place. Keeping her head down to try and just absorb blows he rained upon her, she held fast keeping him from getting to the brazier. A healer that Nahi recognized but couldn’t name, and one of the fighters came running towards her, they didn’t chastise her or try and free him, the robed woman stared straight into his eyes, him while the fighter took hold of one of his arms so Nahilvi could let go, rolling to the side in case a kick was aimed at her. The roll was mostly graceful and she found her feet quickly, the healer nodded at the man’s other arm and the three of them got him to safety where he could be watched. 

It was there that Kai found her, she was helping an injured person make their way to the healers which Nahi stepped up to help her friend. Then, without needing to be told, both ran back to where injured were coming into the camp from the dark and worked side by side to get people to the healers, guiding those they could, carrying those they couldn’t. It was a good thing they didn’t have to talk much considering the screeching, clacking chittering of the insectoids, screams of those being torn apart or devoured and the crashing sounds of the fight engulfed the camp in a cacophony that belied the chaos found in the blackness around it.

It was one of the rare moments where she found herself without Kai that a woman caught Nahi’s eye. She was trying to crawl out of the shadow, fingers digging into the dirt to pull herself forward but making no progress, the black clinging to her lower body as if it was an anchor. Rushing forward, Nahi grabbed the woman’s arms, pulling to draw further into the light. 

A clacking of mandibles and a string of mucus came from right above the prone woman and Nahilvi could see one sharp leg covered in coarse hair was spiked into the woman’s lower back, the curve keeping her pinned despite Nahi’s insistent tugging. It felt like this had become a two for one dinner offer as multifaceted eyes met her violet ones when she looked up, kicking backwards and releasing the woman she tried to get away from the nerubian who had a short arm extending towards her ankle. 

Metal crunched into the exoskeleton with such force that whatever goo that was held in the spider creature was sent splattering across the pinned woman, a shield sheared through the leg dug in next to her spine. Another gush of viscera dumped into Nahi’s lap when a heavy mace crushed into the insectoid’s head, enough to make her look more like a victim than a woman just doing her best to rescue others. 

The body crumpled and she looked to see who saved them and saw Dice moving on to the next threat to try to seep into the camp’s safety before she turned her attention back to the woman. What passed for blood of the nerubian pooled on her lower back and seeped into the torn edges of flesh and Nahi yanked the leg free, cutting her hands on the serrated edge and ridges. The leg lifted the woman’s body with it until gravity pulled it free she was longer trying to get to safety her fighting spirit had drained along with blood that pooled in the dirt.That didn’t matter to Nahi, there was a chance that the woman could be healed so she struggled but picked her up, stumbling back to the healers. 

Light in the tent was almost a second beacon in itself, she only had to stand at the edge before people rushed out to take the woman from her arms. A healer looked at Nahi, pulling her to the side to clean her hands and bandage them, then he ordered her to remain there and help with people coming in. Her credentials of life with a healer, and nurses in her home, were not enough to let him trust her to even bandage anyone, or he was worried some of the gunk drying on her might fall into an open wound, both were valid reasons. He only let her fetch water, take notes of people’s names and take information back to the healers working with more severely hurt.

Nahi remained helping until the injured stopped trickling in and at that point she was sitting and listening to people talk, it was not always about what happened to them, but so many details they needed to share, even some joking between friends trying to lighten the mood. Time passed and it was impossible for Nahi to tell how long, but it really didn’t matter as some of those who had been in the dark with those creatures needed someone to just be there. Plus, she really didn’t want to sleep anyway.  ( @talonoa @kaisinasunblade @dicenne @themercenaries @fio-renze )

[owladaptive]

Pls share your thoughts on Huey Duck I would eat them up so fast

Hello yes I would like to talk about him.

Huey's sweet and kind and responsible and everything but I also think sometimes he will be pretty insufferable when he puts on his know-it-all hat and you know what good for him.

On that note; I'm pretty sure while Huey is absolutely a balm on the salty wound left open after having so many gratingly sarcastic and rude characters be the foremost autistic representation in media.... the kid's probably got a mean streak buried somewhere in there next to The Duke. Like I don't think he'd take a hard insult to his intelligence or anyone in his family lying down. And he wouldn't play nice with someone who really deserved a dressing-down I don't think.

I'm talking cutting words. Biting. He's smart, he could have some truly nasty comebacks locked and loaded for whenever a day comes that someone makes him mad enough.

In this interaction,

Huey says "are you really going to let our family get hurt because you're afraid to get hurt?" And I love it. It's kind of blink-and-you'll-miss-it because the scene immediately turns into a mad dash toward the sounds of lasers firing, but I caught it the other day and it stuck with me.

In moments like these, where a member of the main cast is put in the role of an advisor or counselor, we actually get a glimpse of their own psyche (when it's well-written and in character), as they attempt to transfer what they believe is The Right Thing To Do into the mind of the advisee. In this instance we, briefly, hear Huey speak one of his own core values. He speaks this idea of putting service/care to your family before your own means - before your own goals, discomfort, fears or limitations. Dare I say it's even a little sacrificial?

This message Huey presents is founded upon all of his strongest traits: responsibility, empathy, rationality and maturity. And for that reason (the coolest thing) this message Huey gives to Louie has a subtle through-line from the beginning of the show all the way to the end. Mt Neverrest is a strong example for this message being one of Huey's core values; wherein he instantly abandoned his personal quest to ensure the family's safety. And it pops up in so many little moments upon rewatching episodes.

I just think it's neat.

I think Huey's sadly not as strong a fighter as Dewey or Webby, about on par with Louie most of the time despite his y'know. Internal rage. He's saved by his quick thinking and ability to take advantage of any openings his calculating little science eyes spot.

But I also think branching off from that idea that Huey is a bloody dirty fighter and when I say he "takes advantage" I mean there will be zero hesitation. Sure, he can't fight in long, drawn-out brawls super well because 1 he's a little book boy and 2 he just doesn't have the spirit for fighting. But what he does have is logic - and not a lot of time to plan. So if Logic says that he only has a three fifths of a second to dig his fingers into this undead swordsman's eyes and pull out his optic nerves before he runs somebody through with his deadly sword than. You know. He does that.

And he DOESN'T get wrestling so he'd absolutely get disqualified or something for doing some crazy non-wrestling stunt like idk kicking someone in the throat.

Speaking of sports, we know Huey tried to get into football it seems and oh boy idk if that would have worked out well for him if he was in any position other than being the water boy. He'd either have panicked and gotten trampled or Duked out and gotten suspended..... tbh it more likely would have been the first.

We don't talk enough about how Huey sits at the proverbial "adult's table" in the family a lot of the time. Sure all the kids are treated as equals in skill and value by the adults but Huey's behind closed doors with the grownups, in the finale, the other kids actively being excluded from the planning circle he gets special privilege to be a part of like ISN'T THAT A BIT TOO MUCH RESPONSIBILITY?? He's a child???? Speaking as someone who used to be "the reliable/good/peace-keeping child" of my extended family, it can get pretty isolating being the one the adults trust the most with "important" business. I actually have a fic idea aaaaaaall about this that I started writing a while ago and I really want to finish it some day.

That's about all I could think of for the moment.... I've been dying to talk about some of this stuff, so thank you!

[mr-president]

hey about ur chaos enabler au with bedman, is bedman aware that HC influenced the circumstances around his manipulation and death? if he does, how does he cope? does he compartmentalize it? do you think HC does an ariels impression sometimes to fuck with him

he’s definitely aware—not because chaos told him or anything, but moreso he just parsed it together himself with “i was the original who ventured into the backyard and had been in there for a Very Long Time” and “i have powers to control reality” facts about chaos. hard not to piece it together, and chaos probably doesn’t give two shits whether bedman knows or not; he probably finds it funnier if he does know.

he probably copes very poorly, mostly just burying himself in philosophical conundrums and technicalities of his research assistant to ignore the fact that he got absolutely Gotted. he entertains these thoughts by bugging chaos about the stupidity of several paradoxes in his plans, which chaos happily obliges these logical debates, since he can flex and be a little bit more like himself prior to the backyard. but mostly to be a contrarian piece of shit internet debater.

since bedman fully believes as well that he is entirely at fault about everything with his horrible circumstances (as well as carrying to guilt of killing a lot of people), he probably spirals a lot between the inevitability of his current existence and how he believes he deserves it/wasn’t smart enough to prevent it. the only reprieve he gets is that he genuinely did accomplish his goal of giving delilah a happy, comfortable, real life, and now he can guarantee her protection from then on. the moral questions of whether it was right to do this or not—barring the fact that he was mislead into believing he could undo his mistakes—still plagues him, but he jumps between “that was so fucked up it deserve worse than death for it” and “this is fine, fuck it, what’s done is done and my sister is safe” pretty often.

i’d imagine he discusses this with chaos himself a lot, mostly to pass the time. chaos is, well chaos, but ideologically he’s mostly neutral. he’s just past the point of ideology and embraced total individual autonomy. but in debates, i believe he argues from a perspective different from his physical actions (like most people do!). so yeah, he’d definitely do an ariels impression just to fuck with bedman, but his actual opinion on bedman’s actions would probably be something like “from a human perspective, it’s inexcusable, and if there could have been a better way to solve this issue or see through ariels’ schemes beforehand, then it would be completely unjustifiable. but you were misled, and you fully understood the weight of your actions and planned in advance to remedy them; that complicates matters. morality is chaotic itself, and what is considered repentance—whether it’s punishment or service—is ultimately social. basically, you do you” or some shit like that. but it would come out like “lmao you killed a bunch more people’s sisters by doing this, you know? and i killed waaaaaayyyy more people and ur hanging out w me soooooooooo” if that makes sense

[melanodis]

What's the garden au tell me about it I'm intrigued

@valkyrkinnie feel free to add onto this because I'm braindead atm

just pasting the entire document here to be real

Garden of Afton au or just, "the garden", is just an excuse for every diverging continuity we make up.

The reasoning behind every continuity is that Michael is in a time loop, beginning from the moment Ennard decides to leave its flesh suit and he wakes up on that warm sidewalk.

To get out of this time loop, he's got to fix all the mess his father made by destroying every animatronic related to the incident.

If he dies, he starts over, left with only an incredible sense of unease and deja vu if he goes towards the wrong path once again.

But no matter the continuity, there's always one thing that's always there; the garden.

Before everything, the Aftons had a prize winning garden that Mrs. Afton kept up with mostly.

It's also where she and Elizabeth are buried, with Ballora burying her own corpse and the latter by William.

The garden has always existed, and will always exist no matter its dilapidation.

Commonly, Ballora will be drawn to it and will realize her identity as the late Mrs. Afton.

This all acts as an alternative to Pizzeria Sim; it never happens.

Here's where we get nightmare gas leaky. The time loop? it's fabricated.

At the end of the final, completed loop, Michael wakes up from a medically induced coma he was placed under by Henry. By Michael destroying everyone in this hyperrealistic dream, he frees them from the real world also. They agreed that this would be the end of it.

All Michael remembers is the very last loop that in his mind lasted years, when in reality it lasted about 2 months. Needless to say, he regrets ever signing those papers.

However, there were some loops where Henry seriously considered killing Michael so that he never would've known that this was just a dream.

Loops where he was finally happy. where he brought them together and made them whole. Because at least then, the end goal was still achieved; they could never hurt anyone in the real world again.

And Michael himself would finally have peace.

Michael waking up can ALSO segway into him brutally attacking Henry for this sort of torturous 2 and a half month long nightmare, with Henry agreeing to put him back under for good and they both pass on.

Which THEN segways to Michael accidentally possessing Glamrock Freddy years later while he's in the parts and services protective dome. And Gregory is playing Simon Says on his FACE.

The universe hates Michael so he exists only as a foil to his father. To clean up his mess and ultimately live in his shadow.

So if Michael is here now after dying 6 years ago... so is he.

But Henry could've never even anticipated William returning in the form of Glitchtrap.

The whole time traveling part requires Henry to die here, because then his soul is freed to literally fuck around and find out. Retaining information he's gained from different timelines and continuities, bringing them to others, trying to find *some way* to patch things up. Something typically always goes wrong, yknow butterfly effect and chaos theory bullshit. But he can dream, at least.

It all boils down to "what if he could save them all?" He can't, and he realizes this. but DAMN he will try.

The first thing he does is stop Michael from ever signing those documents. He doesn't need him anymore. There's no point in putting Michael through all that torture again.

He doesn't DESERVE any of that.

Whatever time to quantum suicide to the gay reality.

-

My favorite is when Henry shows up to Fazbear's closing in 1993 to stop William from having a workplace accident (eviscerating himself inside Springbonnie).

William being completely shell shocked because HIS Henry completely denounced ever wanting to see his face again and here he is just, nonchalantly walking up to him. Takes a drag of a cigarette and goes "yeah don't do that".

1st - The actual fear gas experimenting time loop shit. The "canon" timeline.

2nd - Michael getting trapped in The Good Timeline after Henry kills him (Michael refurbishes all the animatronics of his family himself, runs fazbears, etc)

3rd - Henry dies and his soul is freed to fuck around and find out.

Hell, all of this is more just a prologue to everything considering I mostly fuck around with 3rd continuity Henry anyway.

[your-local-baguette]

Bllk oneshot bachira meguru x reader: i missed you

Genre:fluff

When meguru had recieved an invite to a football training camp you encouraged him to go. Even though the only thing keeping him from going was actually you, he didn't want to spend six month or even longer without hugging you, without falling asleep with you. The two first nights, he was sleepless, he was so used to having you whisper sweet nothings in his ear. Your warm breath against his neck, your lips that ended up swollen because of the amount of kisses he left on them. But the training burned him out so much that he ended up falling asleep in seconds. That didn't change the fact that he missed holding you tight, when he learned that with ten goals he could go out and see you he was hyped.

The tennis ball went flying across the area, but even though, your service was recieved and directly sent back. The exchange was long your, barely any air made its way to your lungs, your body moved on its own at this point. Your arm swung to hit the ball in a reverse movement it hitting the ground at the very corner of the restricted area. You stood there flabbergasted, the exchange was finally over, the other player was one the ground the racquet few feet away from their hand. Yours was still in your hand, you were still in a state of shock at what you saw, both at the fact that you marked the point but at who you saw. Bachira, standing there behind the railings, the loud sound of a whistle interrupted your thoughts. Your arm got lift in the air, announcing you as the winner, you smiled even more brightly, could this day get any better ? The second you could you let go of that stupid racquet and jumped over the railing running into bachira's arms. The said boy lifted you in the air, his giggle you used to hear everyday now sounded like the rarest thing on earth. He winked at you before starting to carry you bridal style running away with you. You both made it to your house, he giggled again as he hugged you so tightly like there was no tomorrow. You hugged back, before you knew his lips were on yours, you realized how much you missed this feeling of butterflies in your stomach. You shut your eyes, completely melting in to the soft and tender feeling of this yet so energetic and desperate kiss. When you parted you took his hand and lead him upstairs, you both went in your room. You fell on your back opening your arms, he jumped on you and hugged you tight. Rolling around and ending up with you on top of him, his smile was everything to you.

You sighted, enjoying the feeling of him hugging you, just his presence knowing he hadn't been here since two months. You gave him a sweet and tender kiss, your hands made their way behind his head massaging the back of his scalp. You buried your face in his neck while he did his best to not pick you up again and run around. As much as you loved the feeling of laying on him you had to take a shower, you got up holding yourself above him with your elbow on the side of his head. You sat up on his stomach that was a little more firm than before, you smirked tracing slightly his abs before hoping off him. " Where are you going~" " gotta take a shower!" He pouted and crossed his arms across his chest, you chuckled and went to grab a towel. You winked at him and slightly tucked out your tongue towards him, before he could reply to that adorable action you had already walked off. Not long after the water could be heard, he was debating in his head whether or not he should do it but bachira being bachira he just did it. He sneaked in the bathroom, right after you felt hand on your hips, your eyes widened at the sensation of his naked body against yours. The flaming hot water of the shower did help with the sensual ambiance...

I'll choose the characters but hope you enjoyed that oneshot and will enjoy the hc

Ser you you tomorrow ~

[angelofrainfrogs]

Spend the Night: Epilogue

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected. 

Rating: T

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Simon says I found myself I cleaned the dust off of the shelf What's your choice? In the end I'll always be your friend

Well done, superstar! Shine a light, we're fighting the dark Well done, superstar! It's my grand design I'll never ever leave you behind

~Superstar by CG5~

Gregory had his fists balled in anticipation by his chest. Once Freddy moved his arms outward, Gregory belted out an excited shout before jumping into the arms of his hero.

“It worked! You look just like a person!” His face buried into Freddy's stomach, the softness of his sweater making Gregory even more tired than before. He felt as though he could pass out right then and there in a cloud of gentle comfort.

For Charlie, seeing a soul bound to a new body not of her own doing had been a little shocking. It would take some getting used to for sure, but really all that mattered was that Gregory didn't mind the change. To the boy, it was still his Freddy—this time with a noticeable heartbeat and a warm tone to his voice instead of a metallic echo.

“Look at us!” Charlie said with an enthusiastic laugh. “A bunch of totally normal people!”

Truly, it was a second chance at living for all of them.

Freddy held his son close and chuckled at his excitement, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed in his chest. Now that he had the facial features to do so, he pressed a quick kiss to the top of Gregory's messy hair, then looked to Charlie and Michael. He didn't think he'd be able to stop smiling for quite a while.

“Seems like you're happy in there, Fredbear,” Michael said, grinning back at him. It was endearing how Gregory clung, the boy's adoration for his father almost more obvious now that they looked just like anyone you'd pass on the street.

Well, except for the striking eyes.

Like father, like son, Michael thought, not feeling the need to point this feature out. Surely Freddy would see the faint electric glow as soon as he looked in a mirror.

“It will take some getting used to, but it is far from unpleasant,” Freddy confirmed, now rubbing soothing circles onto Gregory's back. The boy's grip had lessened, and when Freddy glanced down he swore the kid was actually starting to fall asleep.

Gently, he held him out by the shoulders so he could meet Gregory's utterly exhausted gaze. Automatically he tried to perform a health scan, but to Freddy's surprise no glowing light came forth from his eyes. Apparently that was just one of the many features specific to his Glamrock body.

“Gregory, you seem exhausted...,” he said softly. “Here, please get up for a moment so I can stand and then I will carry you, alright?”

“Huh?” Gregory was a little out of it, slow to respond when Freddy’s simulated heartbeat had him falling asleep right there. Getting the picture he rose up to his feet and held out a hand to his dad.

“Poor little man’s so tired he can’t even speak,” Charlie remarked, finding it simultaneously cute and heart-wrenching.

He must’ve been waiting until they got everything done to finally rest. Gregory’s mission for the weekend was complete, and now it was time to find a place for them to bunk out before starting the next leg of their journey into the future.

Freddy wasted no time hoisting the boy up, allowing Gregory's head to rest on his shoulder as he wrapped one arm securely around his back while the other supported him underneath. To Freddy's relief, the strength and effort used to lift him felt no different than when he'd done so in his old body. Perhaps the transition would be easier than he initially thought.

“Okay, time to get this kid a real bed,” Michael remarked, pulling Charlie to her feet as he got up as well. He patted his pocket to make sure Sammy's wallet was still there, then glanced side-long at Charlie. “Maybe you should see if Sam's still in Freddy's room? And if so, you can explain why a random man is about to come out of the storage area carrying Gregory... Also we should let him know that Glamrock Freddy's shell is back here now.”

It might’ve taken some time, but Gregory had fallen asleep against the animatronic’s formerly tough but smooth metal exterior before. However, now that Freddy resembled a soft human Gregory passed out immediately once tucked into his embrace.

Charlie reached upwards, fluffing Gregory’s hair without resistance for once. “Yeah—I’ll go and explain it. Maybe you guys should take the back way out of Rockstar row? I’m afraid of Sammy passing out again.”

She could see how stressed her brother had become over the years. He had the same round face as their father, though it had a gauntness Henry didn’t possess. Sam had also definitely grown into a more nervous demeanor over the years. Her carefree brother was now a suit, and a stressed-out one at that. Charlie wasn’t going to add on more than necessary unless she wanted to put Sammy in an early grave like the rest of his family.

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best…” Michael spared a mildly concerned glance towards the closed door leading to Freddy’s room. “We’ll swing by the gift shop and meet you at the front doors; we can get at least one new outfit before we’re out of here.” If they wanted anything other than Fazbear merch Michael knew they’d have to visit a store outside the Pizzaplex, but for now he was content to grab some more of the free stuff. He had a feeling the others didn’t mind, either.

“Please tell Samuel that I am sorry for leaving so suddenly, but my body is completely functional if he would like to use it for another Freddy model,” the original Freddy requested, trying not to think about the existential crisis this might cause down the line. He leaned his head ever-so-gently against Gregory’s, who was still sound asleep. “I would also be completely willing to tell the other animatronics about my, ah… state when they are online again, if that is the direction we chose to go; I feel as though the answers they receive from staff might leave them with more questions…”

“Charlie will let Sam know; come on, big guy.” With an understanding smile Michael patted Freddy’s arm, urging him to follow as he started to make his way through the twisting corridors of the back rooms.

Now that they had no threats to watch out for, their trip was smooth-sailing. Within minutes they emerged into the bright lights of the atrium and Freddy looked around curiously, trying to tell if anything was different now. Really, the only things so far that were altered from his original body were the lack of technological overlays on his vision—he could still pull some internal health indicators up if he tried, though these were completely different to the ones he was familiar with—and a slight shift in height, which he was already adjusting to.

Still carrying his sleeping son, Freddy followed Michael into the gift shop and perused the shelves for a new outfit Gregory might like. It seemed as though Sammy had given staff a day off after his staggering revelation; the Pizzaplex was startlingly empty, save for a few fleeting people that were rushing for the exits. Clearly, everyone needed a break.

Gregory was half awake, half asleep. Finally his exhaustion could be seen through the cheap façade he managed to keep up the entirety of the weekend. The boy had his eyes closed, spurring to consciousness every now and then as his father went through the clothing racks before dozing off again. He managed to open his eyes briefly as he watched Michael peruse the various outfit combinations. Managing the strength to speak up, Gregory pointed to another tank top. This one was a muted pink, and bore a smiling Freddy head on its chest.

“I want the Freddy one,” he murmured, hand dropping back down again to curl up closer to the former bear once again.

Outside the storefronts, Charlie was walking with her brother. The two were laughing together and she popped the CEO playfully in the arm, her knuckles brushing Sammy’s bicep as she laughed at his joke. Catching sight of the others emerging from the shop, Sam raised a hand. He wasn’t too eager to see them leave, but couldn’t just go back to work trying to clean up this mess without saying goodbye to his friends.

Soon enough, Mike had a large bag full of various clothing options slung over his left shoulder. They’d even picked out a new outfit for Freddy if he got tired of the sweater and blue jeans he currently wore. Michael didn’t change yet, though a crimson red beanie with a little classic Foxy decal had been pulled over his head to cover the dried, matted blood. He had a feeling their ragtag group might attract unwanted attention until they recovered from the shock of actually being outside, so Mike didn’t want his already-healed wound to summon more of it. As they stepped out into the lobby, they caught sight of Charlie and Sammy lingering nearby.

“Hey!” Michael called with a wave, walking over to them. “We’re all set if you are, Charlie. I was thinking of where we could go and I remembered there should be a hotel not too far from here—unless that’s gone now? I’m… wow, I’m actually not sure what year it is. Huh.”

While he and Charlie had quickly learned where they were, in all the chaos of the weekend they’d failed to learn when they currently existed. Michael looked to Sammy questioningly, although the man seemed fixated on the red-head carrying Evan’s look-alike.

“It is 2022,” Freddy responded, offering a smile which he soon turned on Samuel. Holding Gregory close, he gave a soft laugh. “I apologize if my appearance is jarring; I have not fully gotten used to it myself.”

Michael was now staring at the ground, trying to process the fact that he’d been literally dead to the world for six years. Freddy and Charlie weren’t the only ones who might have some whiplash when they left the Pizzaplex… although Michael knew he’d probably still be the most well-adjusted out of the group. 

“Lucky for us,” Sammy smirked to them, pulling out his phone to show them the google maps of the area. “This location's close to the hotel people stay at before heading towards Zion—it was finished around the same time we opened. You guys should stay there!”

It was close, and easy for Sam to stop by the hotel and check up on them if needed. Besides, it was a tourist hot spot so people likely wouldn't bat an eye at a family staying there for more than a week if necessary. Charlie reached over, unable to help herself as she controlled the digital map with her finger.

“Woah. Portable interactive maps,” she remarked, impressed by the smart device. Samuel laughed at his sister, gently pushing her hand away as he repositioned the map.

“Lottie, stop,” he chuckled, showing them the address and where to go. Afterwards he give them his business card, holding it out for the redhead to grab from his fingers. “Call me when you all get there... I know you'll make me a proud old programmer, Freddy.”

It felt odd to be so supportive of a robot. Then again, Sam never expected his creations to become self-aware. From the short chat he’d had with Charlie, Freddy’s AI was on an entirely new level. Caging something that could think so deeply felt wrong.

“Thank you, Samuel,” Freddy replied, slipping the card in his pants pocket before wrapping his arm around Gregory once again. His gaze was soft and appreciative as he looked at the man who'd given him a chance at life. “For everything.”

“Alright, come on, you sappy bear,” Michael piped up, gently pushing Freddy's back in an effort to get him moving towards the door. He then reached out to firmly grasp Sam's forearm, the touch proving yet again that he and Charlie were actually here right now.

“We'll be back tonight,” he reassured, his gaze flitting around the bright atrium. “Once we rest up and clear our heads, we're coming back to sort things out, okay? We’re not going to leave you again, Sam.”

He wanted to reassure Sammy that he wasn’t about to lose his old friends so soon after he'd gotten them back... Plus, if he made a promise to return, it made Michael all the more willing to actually follow through instead of running as far away from any Fazbear Franchise he could.

He'd never do that, though. He couldn't as a kid, nor as an adult. Hell, he couldn't even get away as a zombie, and surely wasn't about to break that trend as a ghost-robot.

Samuel turned, placing a hand on Michael's shoulder. Maybe he was double-checking he could still reach out and touch the guy.

“We'll have a lot to discuss then—until next time, buddy.” Sam pulled him in, not shy about hugging his friend. He thought after all these years he'd become a little jaded with his loneliness. Apparently not. With memories flooding back, he never realized how badly he missed all of them until there was nothing left...

“Keep her safe when I'm not there, Mike,” Sam whispered quietly. Should his sister hear that he was begging Mike to look after her, Charlie would likely scoff and roll her eyes. Sammy felt as though his heart would just give out if something happened to her again after all this. Pulling back to see Michael’s face, Sammy waited, hoping to get an honest promise out of the old prankster.

“Not a hair will be out of place when you see us again—I promise.” Mike pressed a hand to his chest, a playful smirk quirking up the corner of his mouth, but the sincere light in his eyes told Sammy that he meant every word. Michael then stepped up to Charlie and hooked an arm though hers, leading her towards the doors where Freddy was already waiting for them.

“See you later, Sam!” he called over his shoulder, flashing his old friend one last grin. Patting his jeans pocket once more, Mike confirmed Sammy's hefty wallet was still there as he pulled Charlie along. He then let out a tiny snicker, glancing side-long at her. “It didn't occur to me that you've never experienced the wonders of Google... Or smartphones.” 

So close to freedom, for so many years. While Charlie could’ve left at any time, she’d always felt trapped in the afterlife—never able to rest, always waiting for new victims to fall from William’s cruel blade of madness.

Now, her and her friends were finally free. Not only physically, but mentally as well. The guilt and rage she'd been exposed to began to melt away as she rested her head against Michael's shoulder.

“What makes the phones so smart anyway? And Google? That sounds gross.” She laughed, only imagining what that could be. Forty years without pop culture had put her in the dark about many things. Certainly Gregory would’ve gladly caught her up were he not resembling a melted pile of ice cream in Freddy's arms.

The automatic doors opened for them to reveal the parking lot, and further out the road and bright morning sun nearly blinded Charlie at first. But seeing the real world for the first time in a long while was a spectacular pleasure Charlie had missed so dearly.

Michael simply laughed at his dearest friend's comments, leading her out into the daylight. While he hadn't been trapped inside nearly as long as her and the others, as he stepped into the sun he realized he'd missed the outside world far more than he ever imagined he could. Once Mike and Charlie's dirty shoes were officially on the sidewalk, he turned back to see Freddy hesitating just inside the glass doors. Michael tapped Charlie's arm, pulling her attention to their formerly-animatronic friend as he geared up for the last few steps that would change his life forever.

Before he could walk through the doors, Freddy spared one final, lingering glance around the lobby of the only place he'd known for his whole existence. Even though he could still come back anytime he pleased, he'd no longer be able to call this place “home.” Although as his eyes fell upon Michael and Charlie now backlit by the rising sun, then to the sleeping boy in his arms, Freddy realized he was just fine with that.

Freddy took a deep, simulated breath, then stepped into the world he'd only been able to encounter through stories and pictures in his databanks. As the sun hit his skin, he was surprised to feel how toasty it was—not to mention how bright. He blinked rapidly, having to look at the dark asphalt for a moment while his eyes adjusted. Gregory remained in his arms this entire time, so calm and relaxed, and suddenly Freddy was totally overwhelmed.

He wasn't sure what prompted it. Maybe it was the sheer magnitude of all they'd accomplished, or the consciousness he was still getting used to. Maybe it was just a quirk of this new body that he'd have to ask Henry about later. But to Freddy's surprise a few warm, wet tears suddenly welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks before he could stop them.

Charlie wouldn't call attention to it—she wondered even if Freddy knew he was crying. Instead, she’d cheer him on.

“We did it,” she reminded with a smile. “We got out safe with Gregory!”

It was a bit alarming to see Freddy with those raw emotions, when before he couldn't cry even if he needed to. It humanized him further, and suddenly Charlie remembered she wasn't talking to a personified bear anymore. Freddy was a whole person with emotions comparable to their own.

From the sounds of the birds chirping, to the occasional car passing down the road; the ants on the sidewalk, to a lone cloud that framed the blue sky—the summer air was buzzing with the energy of life passing them by. Charlie couldn't help but feel giddy. Today was the first day of the rest of their lives, and she couldn't hide the happiness it brought her.

“It’ll be alright,” Charlie added softly, echoing the words Freddy used in their first meeting as she urged him forth.

“Yes; it will be,” Freddy agreed without hesitation, smiling even as he lifted an arm to wipe the tear streaks away on his sleeve. Gregory shifted slightly, mumbling something incoherent, which caused Freddy to chuckle softly. 

“You okay, Fredbear?” Mike felt the need to ask, one eyebrow raised as the bear joined him and Charlie in the parking lot. Freddy simply nodded and grinned even wider.

“Yes—very much so. Come on; let us go to this hotel!” Freddy's tone was eager and full of pure, unadulterated joy, not unlike that of the kids he'd formerly entertained. He still had an inch or so of height on Michael, and he looked over the man's head as he tried to take in as much of the area as he could.

Together they walked, heading towards a future that was unclear and uncertain—but undeniably bright.

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