LET THE COPS HAVE A CHUCKLE- MY AUNT WOULD EVEN STAND BY AND LAUGH- AND SHE'S USUALLY THE ONE GIVING

OMG THE WAY HE SITS IS SO MF CUTE!

A hummingbird thought a man’s orange hat was a flower [x]

READ THIS PLS I LOVE IT

Dancing Drabbles #6 - Red Son

Alright, I know you all have been waiting for this little hot head for a hot minute. I figured since I am sick and I got a chapter out early, i'd go ahead and work on this drabble.

So unlike Tang, Chang'e, and Nezha? I know more about him (or at least his LMK version) enough that I can say that I want a jealousy drabble. I want to watch as this little idiot flusters over his S/O dancing with someone else, because he's too prideful to do it in front of many many strangers and yet in private is willing to address his little conundrum in a roundabout way.

So, a jealousy fic I shall write. Come get your food you funky little cryptids!

My wheel of dance has told me that for Red Son, He will be dancing the Bachata with you! References for the dance here. [X] and [X]

Red Son was not jealous.

As a demon, it was beneath him to be jealous of anyone. He was the son of Princess Iron Fan and Demon Bull King. While there were others stronger than him, he knew his standing was up there amongst other demons. Many knew to fear him. Many knew to respect him.

Yet somehow, someway, watching his mortal partner dance with a complete stranger during a human competition is what has brought out interesting and completely non-jealousy-related emotions. So what if a stranger had his hands on your hips as you swayed around the dance floor, It's not as if that bothered him. It's not as if his hands dug into his knees with the utmost disdain as he watches said stranger hold their leg in between your own, practically having you straddle the fool. It wasn't as if, even with him pulling his baseball cap down to hide who he was, he didn't want to jump down there onto that dance floor and rip you away from them. 

It wasn't a jealousy thing in any sense of the word. He will stand by that statement and die on that hill.

So, arriving at your apartment with completely non-dance related ulterior motives would be okay, right? If it happened to lean towards dancing, and him potentially learning it, then that was fine.

" You were impeccable my love, but he on the other hand could stand to take things more seriously. I didn't think he was that good myself. " He quips, keeping his gaze focused on the bag of trash next to the door. He figured you were trying to take that out when you smacked him with the door.

So why was he standing at the door to your apartment, hesitating? His hand was near the door. All he had to do was knock.

" This is humiliating. " He complains, frowning. He looks down at his appearance, much more casual than usual. He had chose to wear a red t-shirt, and black pants compared to his usual uniform. He didn't wear it because he wanted to be ready for you. Nope. Not a bit.

Before he reaches to knock, the door opens and smacks him in the face. Recoiling back, he holds his nose and hears your sweet voice speak in a panic.

" Red!? " Your hands are grasping his own, squeezing them in worry as you look him over. His cheeks warm as your face is close to his own. " Oh my gods, I am so. sorry! I didn't mean to hit you- wait, why are you just standing outside of my door. "

His own red eyes look into your own, and he's at a loss for words. You always somehow managed to take his words away, leaving him to stare at you in wonder. With a dry mouth, he coughs into his hand, standing up straight. " I came to visit my beloved. Is there another reason I need to have to see you? "

You blink with those doe eyes of yours, and he resists the urge to pick you up and hug you tight. With a warm smile, you giggle out a no and invite him in. Your apartment is just as cute as your own, little bits of your personality shining through in small ways. It wasn't a grand palace like where he lived, but it was comfortable.

" Well, see. I would believe you! I realy would, but..." You giggle, hand covering your mouth as you gesture to his clothes. " What's with the get up? I would've thought peasantry clothes were beneath you. "

" Ah. " He's at a loss. He looks down at his clothes and then back to you, hand going to the back of his head. " Well, I wanted to try something different! " It wasn't because the dance partner you had wore something similar. It definitely wasn't that. You arch a brow at him, clearly not believe him before smiling.

" Well, you look nice. " He could feel his hair light up, flames framing his face against red cheeks. Why must your compliments affect him this way?

He looked towards where your couch would be, noting how everything had been spread out and a rubber mat had been rolled out for cushion. You had been practicing dancing. He looks from the mat to your moving figure as you step close to your stereo. He had no why you used such an old piece of tech, and telling him it was for "asthetic purposes" made no sense to him even now.

" So. You were practicing? "

" Mhm! We did so well last time that I didn't want to get all rusty on him. " The mentioning of him has him pursing his lips in annoyance, a low huff escaping him as he stuffs his hands into his pockets.

" Really? I thought he was good. " You chime, popping open the CD player. You switch out the music for something else, which draws Red Sons attention.

" Hah. You were a gem compared to that lowlife. " He scoffs, arms crossed over his chest. You raise up from your spot, brow arched as you watched your boyfriend. His shoulders were tense and he kept his face away from you. However, you can see the tips of his ears a light shade of red at the tips. You had wondered if seeing you dance with someone else would have sparked his jealousy, not that it wasn't cute to see him like that. However, he said nothing at the time the competition happened. NOW though...

You step close, placing your hand on his arm as you pull his attention towards you. Your eyes lock onto his, and a warm smile graces your lips that has him swallowing. Eye lids low, you pull him towards the mat with a giggle.

" Do you want to dance with me? "

" Wah- Why would you think that? Hah. " He speaks, rather too loudly than he normally would. You, however, know better than that and stroll over to your stereo. Turning on the music, you step back over to him and lace your fingers in his, pulling him close.

" We'll start off slow. Let me show you how I danced that day, mm? " You whisper, leaning close to where your noses are just touching one another. His face is the lovely shade of a bright cherry, and you hear him audibly swallow before slowly nodding.

Guiding his hands to your hips, you begin to move against him to the sensual beat going on in the background. You raise both of your hands up, your noses once again brushing up against one another as lips almost touch. While he seems dazed, you give a light kiss to his lips, whispering low. " Just let me take the lead. "

You give him a twirl, surprising him as he spins out and back into your hold. When his leg goes inbetween yours, he swallows as you practically grind against it, your hands brushing against his face with a devil like smile. When you hold back onto his hand, you spin yourself out, then back as your back presses up against him, causing him to puff out air as you rock your hips side to side.

" See, the Bachata is very...personal. Almost sensual, in my opinion. " You lean back, tilting his face towards you. " Now that I think about it, perhaps I should only do it with you, hm? "

His heart is hammering into his chest, and his mouth feels dry. The way you're pressed against him is overwhelming, and yet he can't look away. So instead he moves his hands down your sides, squeezing firmly before leaning against your ear.

" Perhaps. You know...I've been told I'm a very good at following instructions. " He teases, nuzzling up against you with a hum. " Perhaps there are...other things you can show me? "

With a gentle smile, you place a loving kiss to your partner, a laugh escaping afterwards.

" I would not have it any other way. "

Just woke up- it's 4:05 pm wth...

synopsis: "Macaque has trust issues and won't tell you anything about him, how will things work out? will it be good, bad or worse?"

references: none

word count: 1.5k words

cont. warning: angst, accidental injury, arguing, crying

mutuals/friends: @chimemori @zuzuthesnake @yellowaxol @mortal-mayhem

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬┆"All creations/edits belong to ©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝"┆𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙇𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜...

Things were difficult when it came to Macaque. Always wanting to be this 'standoff-ish' villain when in reality he's hurt, scared, and insecure; Not interested in revealing his emotions as he thinks this makes him weak or insignificant.

He was slowly starting to open himself up to Mk and his crew, but he was never open with you. Even though you were his wife and if he was uncomfortable he should say something.

But he was scared; Scared of how you'd see him and how you'd react to his past. And he had every right to be considering how you were twice as powerful if not more than him and even leaving your first husband for him which he doesn't even know the real reason why.

"Hey did Macaque tell you about him and Wukong?" Mk starts the conversation with you as Macaque helped with training Mei and Redson in combat, being distracted to not pay too much attention to what you were speaking about. "What do you mean?" You look down at the apprentice whilst checking scrolls sent from Nezha; His eyes widen as if he saw a ghost.

"That's strange, I thought he'd talk to you about why he and Wukong even kicked off in the first place considering you were his wife." He replies and shrugs it off as he pours a glass of lemonade, but you stopped your work to understand what exactly he meant; Did he and Wukong have a relationship when he met you? Should you be worried about where he's going at night? but Mk explains the situation to you, leaving you sighing in relief.

"Still though I'd speak to him about it, the fact that you don't know and you heard from me worries me, maybe it's best at night you talk to him about it."

It's 9:00, Macaque guides them to the sandy shores of his home and watches them fly off into the city before turning and leaving for his home. Stretching and coming to your shared room to snuggle for the night.

"Hey, is something wrong?" Macaque inquires when you don't react to his hugs, flicking one of his ears when you sigh and dog ear your book. Tempted to ask Macaque about your conversation

"What happened between you and Wukong?"

Macaque looks to the side and sits up, as if not wanting to answer the question and trying to change the subject. But you weren't going to allow him to do so unless he explains what happened. "I don't wanna talk about it." he tries to change the subject.

"Macaque it's not fair that you go and speak to others and not at least tell me." You sit up and fold your arms whilst glaring at his back, his tail flicks as he groans in annoyance. "Y/n we've talked about this" "Talked about what? because I know absolutely nothing about you."

"That's because I don't want you to know." "It's not fair that you go and tell people everything about you when I don't know jack shit!!"

You're now standing up, your arms still folded as you glare him down harder. He can feel your anger building and he knows he could've told you. It wasn't fair to you that you were always the last to know any information about him.

"Y/n stop." "NO, I WON'T. WHY WON'T YOU BE HONEST WITH ME AND TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON? WHY AM I ALWAYS THE LAST PERSON TO KNOW ANY INFORMATION ABOUT YOU?" "BECAUSE THIS IS THE REACTION I CAN'T HANDLE WHEN YOU'RE UPSET." "THEN BE HONEST WITH ME MACAQUE, WHAT'S THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN YOU AND WUKONG?" "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST STAY OUT OF MY BUSINESS? IF I CAN'T TELL YOU I WON'T OK?!"

He yells as you stood in front of him, accidentally pushing you into the wall behind you and letting the back of your head bleed; Your hand stares at your blood in disbelief as he holds a hand over his mouth before trying to help you up. Only to be pushed by you onto the bed as you pack a bag to stay at your parents for a few days as he tries (and fails) to stop you from leaving the house.

"Get out of my way." "Y/n please-" "You don't trust me so what's the point of even staying? Move out of my way Macaque." He pleads with you as you try to get him to move, refusing to budge and trying to calm you down before things get even more heated

"Y/n-" "Macaque I'm not afraid of hurting you. Get. Out. Of. My. Way"

You warn, finally moving out of the doorframe so you could be able to fly off to your parents; Holding your hand as if to plead with you a final time to not go. Yanking it away from him and zooming off to the celestial realm.

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"Cmon sweetie we're gonna be late!" "Coming dear~"

Your father laughs and spins your mother around before kissing her, giggling like teenagers as they share a sweet moment before hearing a sudden knock on their door. "Who would be here at this time of the night?" Your mother inquires and looks through the peephole, your dad wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing her neck as he asks who was at the door.

"My Baby!" Your mom swings open the door to find you standing there, your face a mess of tears and sniffles as you hugged your mother whilst she consoles you. "What happened?! Is everything alright at home?" Your father is now in the kitchen making hot cocoa for you as you hid in your blanket, your mom gently patting down your back as she wipes away your tears.

"Why won't he trust me, mom?" "Whatever do you mean dear?" your mother, confused as she tries to console you to no avail. Your tears grew thicker and your whimpers louder. "Am I just that untrustworthy? why can't people just be honest with me?"

You hid in your blanket and start sobbing, your tears uncontrollable as you refused to reveal yourself from within the blanket. Wanting to stay hidden forever till you either die or move on; Your father gently places your hot cocoa and cookies on the coffee table and sits beside you as he gently pats your back. Your mother looks at him with worry, and your father does the same; Putting two together and realizing what's happening.

"Sometimes, it's best to keep secrets dear." "I know that dad, but I don't know anything about him. It's like I have to ask his friends what he likes when doesn't even try to share his interests with me, it's not fair." You whimper as more tears stained your blanket. Your father wipes away the tears from your eyes and gives you a handkerchief to blow in.

"How about this? Why don't you stay here for a few days and we'll figure something out? How does that sound?" Your father suggests as you mope. Sniffling, you look back at him with genuine guilt as you didn't want to intrigue in their privacy "Are you sure?" "Of course we are, although we had somewhere going, we can hold it off for the night." Your mother insists as she gets up to carry in your bags before you held onto her arm.

"No, you guys can go. It's only fair" you reply and stand up whilst stretching, your mother laughs and gently squishes your cheeks before kissing your forehead. "Aw ok, but we have a delivery coming tomorrow so could you be a dear and collect it for us?" she now holds her suitcase with her gentle hands as your father goes outside to pack up the rest of their luggage. She hugs you a final time as he honks the car, giggling and hurrying to him before waving you off, a gentle smile on her face as you wave to her back with your blanket still covering you as they drove off.

'I hope they end up there safe.' you mutter and enter your home, packing away your things and doing whatever chores needed to be done before taking a shower and going to bed. Looking at your ceiling, the only thing glowing in the dark was your stickers. Smiling at the memory before slowly falling asleep.

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"Do you think she'll be alright?" your mother worries as she looks at her phone, staring at your childhood photos as her husband gently holds her thigh before kissing her, "I'm sure she will, besides she's a strong girl just like her mother." awaiting the thick traffic to clear up as he shares a kiss with her before feeling something heavy jump onto the truck of the car.

"Mr and Mrs [l/n], parents of [y/n], and leaving for a trip to New Mexico." the figure chuckles as he waltzes to the car door, the car window automatically rolling down for him to peer in.

"What do you want Macaque?"

©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

”She’s dangerous”

when I tell people I have a pure breed AmStaff puppy as a pet they say she’s probably wary dangerous and aggressive meanwhile this is who there calling “dangerous”

LIKE LOOK AT HER AND SAY SHE WILL BITE SOMEONE WITHOUT A REASON- you can’t

synopsis. - "Who knew corrupting little angels like you were so... Fun"

references. - ⚉ ⚆ ⚇

word count. - 1.12 k words

mutuals/friends. - @yellowaxol @zmzsnakes @mortal-mayhem

cont.warning- flirty-subby error, bondage, markings, nicknames [ruru], tentadick, teasing, mean-nice error, corruption kink [?]

recommended music. - Call out my name by The Weeknd, All the time by Jeremih

𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙇𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜...

𝘉𝘪𝘯𝘥 & 𝘎𝘢𝘨 ┆"All creations/edits belong to ©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝"┆

"ꅐꏂ꒒꒒ ꒒ꄲꄲꀘ ꅐꁝꄲ ꅐꏂ ꁝꋬ꒦ꏂ ꁝꏂꋪꏂ"

Error's glitched voice rung through the empty space, walking up to you as you backed away. Desperately calling to Ink for help, only to feel his strings pull you back, coming face to face with the destroyer of aus; You chest pressed against his as he eyes you down.

"꒯ꄲꋊ'꓄ ꃳꄲ꓄ꁝꏂꋪ ꉔꋬ꒒꒒꒐ꋊꍌ ꊰꄲꋪ ꒐ꋊꀘ ꁝꏂ ꉔꋬꋊ'꓄ ꁝꏂꋬꋪ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꋬꋊꌦꅐꋬꌦꇙ" He responds and puts a hand on your cheek, curious about how you even got here in the first place. His eyes slipping down to your covered chest as another one of his hands held your waist, the reaction he had left you confused.

Both you and Ink found him weird, one minute he doesn't want people to touch him and the next he's touching you. He was odd for sure as he strings tightened slightly when he spots one of his strings being cut from your razor.

You look away from him as he turns your chin to face him, afraid he might cut you. Turning your face again as he let's out a glitched laughter.

"ꋬꅐꅐ ꅐꁝꋬ꓄'ꇙ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꂵꋬ꓄꓄ꏂꋪ? ꋬꊰꋪꋬ꒐꒯ ꒐ ꂵ꒐ꍌꁝ꓄ ꃳ꒐꓄ꏂ" He tease and kisses your cheek, making you look back at him in shock. Confused as he kisses you again, his strings loosening and making you comfortable enough to pull away; A loose string of saliva left on your chin as you attempted to catch your breath, his tongues sticking out and wriggling like tentacles of their own.

"ꋬꋪꏂ ꌦꄲ꒤ ⱧɄ₣₣ ꄲꀘ ꅐ꒐꓄ꁝ ꓄ꁝ꒐ꇙ" He asks when he felt your hands hold his face, in his mind he was panicking, trying not to glitch out and mess up his moment; His strings making it evident he was bound to panic.

"Error, it's ok. If you don't want to, we can stop." You coo and gently held his face, he did jump a little but eventually melted into your touch. Somehow purring as you gave him kisses on his cheeks before kissing his teeth, making him blush and kiss back; One by one his tongues would graze yours, making the kiss extra sloppy as he teleports you to his oversized beanbag. Your legs wrapping around his waist as he kisses down to your neck, his warm hands groping your chest whilst moans slipped from your lips.

Error's hands would roam lower and lower till they were both holding your thighs, spreading them and pulling off your panties. Throwing them nearby and running a finger through your slit, watching your reactions closely before putting one inside. Soaking up the way you'd arch from just his finger before putting another, fucking you with his fingers as you tried desperately to not scream in bliss.

"ꉔꂵꄲꋊ ꒯ꄲꋊ'꓄ ꁝ꒐꒯ꏂ ꌦꄲ꒤ꋪ ꂵꄲꋬꋊꇙ ꊰꋪꄲꂵ ꂵꏂ ꋬꋊꍌꏂ꒒" He begs and gently rubs his thumb on your clit, making you buck and arch again. Him kissing your face and watching how you took his fingers so well on the first try.

"Fe-feels so so good ru" You coo and grab hold of his coat when he pulls you up to him, your legs now wrapped around his neck as he kisses your clit before sticking his tongues inside, all of them wriggling and making a mess of you as you called out his name; Your shirt falling down and helping you cover your face as your toes curled in on themselves. Your hands holding onto his head when your felt your climax coming.

Until he stops, making you whine and question why he stopped. Looking down you saw his cocks, all five of them writhing and throbbing as they formed, sensitive to the touch as his breath hitched in throat when your fingers touched one.

One by one as slow as he could he pushed them inside, his eyes glitching for a quick second before going back to normal. His hands working on their own as he pushed them in to the hilt, throwing his head back from the snug, tight fit.

Error held you by the waist as he starts thrusting, cursing under his breath as his cocks move on their own accord; Rubbing at the gummy, warmer spots inside you as tears slip from your eyes, the strings that once held you loosely were wrapped around your arms as a means to restrict you from touching. Watching him work and try not to cum too soon.

He was already going sloppy due to how tight you were he couldn't even thrust properly as you restricted his movements, just the feeling of multiple tentacles squirming inside you alone made goosebumps run on your spine pleasurably.

"ꊰ꒤ꉔꀘ꒐ꋊ' ꒒ꄲ꒦ꏂ ꓄ꁝ꒐ꇙ ꉣ꒤ꇙꇙꌦ" he mutters as he thrusts upwards into you, lifting you by your back and thrusting harder inside, feeling them form the shape of a cock inside and stretching you even more than you thought you could. Feeling the ever so present piercings and veins at the base of his cock; Impaling you whilst your hands supported yourself, your juices mixing and dripping from you onto the beanie. Tears threatening to fall as he starts kissing you, sitting you down on his lap and chuckling as he watches you suffer.

You pull away again and try to escape him and his harsh thrusting by turning around and attempting to crawl away, only for him to pull you back and thrust harsher. Your back arching as he grips your waist, his teasing laughter made you break down and cry from pleasure.

"ꋬꅐꅐ ꓄ꋪꌦ꒐ꋊꍌ ꓄ꄲ ꋪ꒤ꋊ ꋬꅐꋬꌦ? ꓄ꁝꋬ꓄ ꅐꄲꋊ'꓄ ꁝꏂ꒒ꉣ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꒯ꏂꋬꋪ" He purrs and bites on your back softly, giggling at the bitemark it left. Completely unaware of your body threatening to cum if he doesn't stop.

Your little mascara made a mess on your shirt the more you let tears run, wanting to cum so badly to the point where you grew sensitive; Your pussy clenching around him as you were going to cloud nine.

And he could feel it, he could feel the sudden clenching and he can feel his own climax coming soon, rubbing on your clit to hurry the process as he wanted to cum with you. Even whispering lewd remarks in your ears.

And it works, with you squirting a creamy mess on his cock and he pumps you full. Thrusting any amount of his cum deep inside as the rest seeped out of you and onto his bean bag; Pulling out and watching his and your mixed cum slowly pour from you, with you hiccupping as he coos you down. 'Borrowing' a bucket of warm water, pills and chocolate as he helps to clean you up before covering you with his coat and turning on the tv to Undernovela, cautious that you were sleeping and turned it down.

┆"All creations/edits belong to ©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝"┆

"I want to thank you all for being here with me throughout 2021-2023, I love your requests I love your asks and I especially love you all as a whole, thank you again for coming so far with me and I hope you enjoy this wonderful new year" -with love, sublieu

*Shakeing in an fucking 14 y/o who just threw there phone once again acros his room bc you are the second person to reblog her art she made in one day*

Just me drawing my lmk oc in my stile :3

WAIT I FORGOT TO PUT THE SOUND ON- OMG GIRLY POOR Y/N

Y/n after getting fucked over by pigsy cause she wanted to go on the big boy trend 😂😭

"little sister" aka Phi in rp name is a girl i see as my little sister even if she's taller and one year older then me

Yknow what I'mma delete some requests I'm sorry😭😭😭😭😭

I can't look them in the eyes because most of you that request are just plain NASTY.

LIKE BRO SOMEONE LITERALLY ASKED ME TO WRITE A FIC OF NEZHA AND Y/N FUCKING IN FRONT OF PEOPLE😭😭 I CAN'T WRITE THAT BRO THAT'S SCARY😭😭😭😭😭

Looks like he would yoink ya kneecaps and kick everyones chins for fun-

Creepy Wukong! The official Wukong in Mirror Mac AU! Enjoy, for it is beyond spooky month, and I don’t give a funkle.💜