#baby fang tang

[itsabouttimex2]

Hi there did they ever just consider putting a backpack leash on y/n in the Demon Child AU JTTW gang? Also did y/n ever kid kidnapped and held for ransom by many demons to try to get the monk by saying we'll let her go in Exchange for him( I also know he had alot of demon um demon suiters that instead of wanting to eat him apparently wanted marriage dam the monk got accidentally rizz)

Taken Aboard: Restraints

It’s not impossible that the gang would decide to to utilize some form of restraint after enough troublemaking by Y/N- in place of a leash, though, I imagine that Tang Sanzang would actually use a length of fabric to swaddle Y/N.

The event that caused him to decide you needed such extreme supervision?

(He was not happy.)

“Little demon,” he calls, looking down at you expectantly. “Hurry along now- you know what is expected of you before we enter a town.”

“…Master, this is embarrassing.”

“Please hurry, little one. We’ve so much to do, and I would like to get on with it right away.”

And after a little bit of huffing and puffing, you do as requested- and use the 72 Transformation to assume the form of a helpless babe, your mass-displaced form falling snug into his arms.

The Great Monk wraps you in a length of silk that he affixes around his torso and shoulders, leaving your now squishy body squashed against his soft chest.

Not only does this (frankly humiliating) transformation allow Sanzang to sneak you about without scaring any villagers, it also prevents you from running off to cause trouble.

Jokes on him, though- every last bachelorette from the village has one response to a very pretty man bundling around a cute baby:

As for getting kidnapped… yeah, the Journeyfam isn’t putting up with that shit. Not when their master gets snatched up every other day and nearly sautéed and stewed. I mean, operating on the thought that Y/N is very explicitly a demon- horns, fangs, tail, etc- the child has at least some means of self-defense.

If they do get snatched, I can’t imagine there’s a situation where Y/N doesn’t at least leave their assailant battered and scarred, which doesn’t help the demon when three angry demons and a furious dragon break down the door. And Tang Sanzang; to his credit, makes a fair effort to soothe his disciples and quell their fury… but it’s going to be much too late for anyone who decided to lay their hands on the honorary little sibling of all these furious souls.

Outside of kidnapping? I’d like to imagine that Y/N, as a child (potentially female, depending on you or your OC’s gender) in Medieval China, might be eyed up by more… unsavory individuals.

“How much?”

Sanzang turns to find the source of a casual voice, looking at a sweat-stained farmer leaning over a fresh chicken corpse. The laborer takes a moment to wipe his bloody hands, then folds his thick arms.

“How much for the kid? Seems strong, and has some muscle. I could use another pair of hands on the farm.”

And Sanzang is so genuinely appalled at the simple manner in which genuine slavery is being spoken of here, as though you are a commodity and not a thinking, breathing thing all your own. He offers no retort or reprimand, instead choosing to take you by the hand and hurry off into the crowd- not that Wukong won’t have a few “words” to share with the would-be purchaser.

But that’s not even the worst possible scenario for the gang to face-

No, the worst is proposed child marriage.

All it takes is one rich man/woman to decide that they want an “exotic” spouse, and that the little demon child with a pair of magical restraints is their “safest” way to get it.

I don’t even think Sanzang would have time to comprehend what his disciples were doing before it was over- he’s too busy reeling over being offered literal bricks of gold in return for an actual child.

And obviously his answer is a hundred firm “nos” and a dozen chants of “go to your nearest monastery and pray!”, each one delivered with increasing fervor…

Or, it would be- if his disciples hadn’t solved the matter themselves before he had regained the use of his tongue.

[pinkkittysaw]

SICKLY SWEET

summary: soft sex with vampire clive

pairing: clive rosfield x plus sized f!reader

word count: 1k

content: NSFW (minors and ageless blogs DNI you will be blocked!) smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it) creampie, praise, cursing, bloodsucking/drinking, pet names (honey, baby, etc), dirty talk

a/n: inspired by that one scene of clive and benedikta, iykyk. i SCREAMED!!!! also this is my first actual smut piece so please be kind ty ^_^ i am very proud of myself for this one huehuehue

dividers by @/cafekitsune

reblogs and feedback heavily appreciated :)

A cold winter's night, you and Clive are laid up by the fireplace. Soft, languid thrusts are delivered to your heat, a warm hand is placed upon the back of your thigh, pushing it toward your chest. You're woven so tightly together, holding each other so close, his pants and soft groans reverberating in your ear. He grips the softness of your hip tenderly.

"Clive..." you exhale, sweat starting to form on your brow from the heat and passion.

"What is it, honey?" He says this while pressing soft kisses into your hairline.

"I want you to feed on me." You feel him twitch at your words.

Despite his excitement, he tries his best to remain rational. "Right now? Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to hurt-"

"Yes, Clive, I’m sure." You cut him off, your nails biting his biceps.

"Fuck. Okay, yeah."

The slow pace of his thrusts continues, and he drops his hand from your thigh to the small of your back, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. The other hand comes to cradle your head from behind, maneuvering it to better expose your neck. 

He lowers his lips to the pulse point, planting a few soft kisses at the crux, where your neck meets your shoulder. "Are you ready, baby?"

You give a quick nod and bite your lip in excitement, and he smirks in return.

"Alright then." After a few more kisses and soft licks, he bares his fangs and sinks deep into the warm, supple flesh of your neck.

A soft "fuck" is mumbled from your lips, and a grunted "hm" from him can be heard in return.

The sweet taste of your blood excites Clive. His thrusts now harsher than before as he continues to suckle the soft skin. The girth and angle of his cock hit all the right places.

"Fuck Clive," you moan, reaching in between your bodies to rub your clit in soft circles.

Clive releases his hold on your neck, whispering in your ear. "You like that? You look so pretty when you touch yourself." His tongue laps at the puncture wound on your neck, catching any leaking blood.

You clench at his words, a feeling of warmth rushing to your face.

"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckles, leaning down to kiss you, his tongue pressing against your lips, asking for entrance. You allow him in, groaning at the tang of iron gracing your tastebuds as his tongue entangles with yours. "You've always been my favorite taste," he whispers, smirking between kisses.

His free hand grazes the side of your plush body, gripping at your hip and thigh. "Your pussy feels so good on my cock, honey. it's so warm and soft." He leaves a trail of kisses starting at your lips, then works his way down your neck and sternum to where he finally reaches your left breast, right above your heart.

"You're so pretty, baby. My pretty baby," he mumbles against your skin. His lips continue their path til he reaches your nipple, licking all around the nub before taking it in his mouth and sucking gently, earning a high-pitched whine from you.

"I love making love to you like this." He releases your nipple with a soft "pop," resuming his soft kisses on your breast and tweaking the nipple of the other with his fingers. "I love holding you this close to me, feeling your skin against mine, and hearing all the sweet sounds you make for me." You can feel his teeth pebble your skin before his fangs sink down into the soft tissue.

"Gods," you groan, digging your nails into his bicep once more. Your fingers hasten the circles on your clit.

The sounds of suckling and soft moans n pleas echo throughout the room as the lovemaking continues. Clive’s thrusts get harder and faster, holding your hips as close to him as he can and pounding into you with vigor.

You feel a familiar pit begin to form in your stomach. "Clive, I’m gonna-" You call out breathlessly.

He detaches himself from your breast, resuming his soft kisses from before. His hand soon replaces your own, his fingers drawing quick circles on your clit. "Take what you need from me, baby; I’m right here. Cum on my cock, honey. I’ve got you. Let me make you feel good."

He returns to your neck, sucking the skin softly. A few thrusts and quick rubs to your clit later, the coil inside you snaps, and you twitch slightly in his hold, the warm pleasure washing over you.

Clive’s rhythm becomes uneven as he chases his own bliss.

His breaths are labored as he speaks, "Quick, where should i-"

"Inside," you pant, cutting him off once more and tightening the hold your legs have around his waist, pulling him closer to you. "Wanna feel all of you inside me."

"Fuck, I love you," he groans into your shoulder.

After a few more harsh, sloppy thrusts, he spills himself inside you, shooting ropes of warm cum into your quivering cunt. 

"Founder," he sighs.

He lays on top of you for a few moments, his face nuzzled into your neck, enjoying the bliss of being in each other's arms before flopping down beside you. 

You're both sweaty and satiated, the light from the fire dancing upon your bare skin. He snuggles into your side and caresses your soft tummy with his hand.

"Was that good for you?" he asks.

You smile contentedly and sigh happily. "Way better than good," you reply.

"Good," he murmurs, placing a few kisses on your sweet face. His thumb gently traces the puncture mark on your neck and places a final, chaste kiss on your lips. 

"You lay here; I’m going to get you a snack and something to drink. I can’t have you passing out on me," he smirks down at you before getting up and making his way out of the room.

"I love you, Clive," you call out in the empty air.

Through the crackling of the fire, you hear, "I love you too, honey."

[atinycafe]

hello can i request "feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there" and the one underneath it for poly!ateez? thank you, i love the way you write <3

pairing: poly!ceo!ateez x hybrid!reader (focus on mingi, san and joong) prompt: "feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there" + "trying and failing to hold back their tears as they do so" includes: established relationship, implicit mention of reader having slight separation anxiety, use of "daddy" once but it's not used sexually. word count: 1.4k author's note: thank you so much omg ilysm, that makes me so happy!! hope you have a nice day/night (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) how + what to request? + masterlist

it's been tough. like, seriously tough. your cat ears perk up as your hand reaches for the phone resting on the kitchen counter.

you've been attempting to be a really good kitty, but it's just not working out. your tail sways back and forth behind you. owners!ateez have left you all alone at home for the first time. normally, when they stepped out, at least one of them would stay with you, cradling you in their arms. but this time, luck wasn't on your side. yeosang rained apologies upon your hair, muttering about a super crucial meeting regarding some important business at their company.

you totally get it. your humans are busy men. but you can't shake off the uneasiness that settles in your chest, making it tighten beneath jongho's shirt.

you make up your mind to give them a call. it's alright, you reassure yourself, confident that they won't be bothered. you're simply going to ring them up to find out when they'll be back. you can handle it.

you grab the phone and launch the calling app, pondering over whom to dial. your gaze lingers on the mere eight saved numbers, and you allow your index finger to hover over each one thoughtfully, contemplating their potential responses. who among them would be the least peeved at being disturbed during a meeting?

all of them are nice, but you're aware that a few of them tend to get super absorbed in their work. you nibble on your lower lip, feeling your fangs gently puncture tiny holes into it, recalling seonghwa's gentle admonishment about this habit. his thumb would always come to rescue, freeing your lip from between your teeth, as you taste the metallic tang on your tongue. releasing your lip, you muster the courage and press the number of your choice.

you lift the phone to your ear and patiently await the sound of the ringing tone.

the person on the other end answers promptly, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

"sorry, i have to take this call, i'll be right back you can go on without me, yunho, fill me in on what i missed once the meeting's done," you hear mingi's gravelly voice, and your heart tightens at the realization that he didn't even wait to find a private moment to answer the phone.

"hey baby, everything alright?" you hear a door close, muffling mingi's words slightly, but it doesn't hinder the tears welling up in your eyes.

you part your lips, intending to ask the question you've been mustering the courage to pose for the past hour, but instead, a choked-up sob escapes from your throat.

"baby?" this time, mingi's voice takes on a breathy tone, and you can hear him swallow hard. "what's going on, kitty? what's wrong?"

you attempt to respond, but it feels like something is lodged in your throat, causing only coughs to escape, while more tears stream down your face.

"shh, it's okay, kitten. just take a breather," his deep voice resonates through the phone. "in and out, inhale, exhale. yeah, just like that. good girl." you can hear the smile in his voice as you attempt to follow his instructions, albeit shakily.

"are you okay now, kitty? can you tell me what's wrong?" he finally asks, as he senses your breath evening out.

"miss you," you simply answer, while rubbing at your eyes. it's a simple phrase, just two words, but they manage to convey your feelings as you hear mingi hum in response.

"i'll tell the boys to wrap up the meeting. we'll be there in 20. is that okay with you, baby?" mingi assures, offering a solution to your longing.

no, it's not. twenty minutes feels far too long, and before you can concoct a convincing enough lie to spare him any annoyance, mingi interrupts your train of thought.

"actually, baby, we'll be there in 10 minutes. we'll ditch the chauffeur and have wooyoung drive. in the meantime, go to the closets and grab whatever clothes you want," he croons, waiting for a genuine response this time.

"no, hongjoong's gonna be mad," you shake your head, even though mingi can't see you. clutching the phone tighter in your hand, you recall hongjoong's expression when you had raided his closet, piling up all his expensive clothes on your bed, yearning for his scent. he had been kind, explaining gently that you couldn't do that, but you couldn't ignore the visible veins that had surfaced on his forehead upon discovering his favorite balmain suit buried beneath the covers.

"no, he won't, and even if he is, i'll tell him i gave you permission, okay?" mingi reassures, determined to ease your worries about hongjoong's potential reaction.

"okay," you reply softly, your voice carrying a mix of relief and trust in his words.

"i'll hang up then. we'll be there soon enough," mingi confirms, the anticipation evident in his voice.

"okay," you respond once more.

"love you?" mingi asks in a peculiar manner, and you understand that he's subtly requesting to hear you say "i love you." it strikes you as odd, since you never fail to reciprocate those three words.

"love you," you respond, and before hanging up, you hear a playful "mwah" followed by the disconnection of the call.

you swiftly release the phone without a second thought and make your way through each room, collecting a piece of clothing from each of the boys. as you enter hongjoong's room, you pause in front of his wide-open closet. your gaze fixates on the velvety texture of his renowned black and white balmain suit, but you opt against taking it after catching a faint trace of his scent, faded from the length of time it had remained unworn. instead, you choose to retrieve one of his cozy hoodies, adding it to the growing pile in your hands.

you make your way back to your room, tossing all the clothes onto your bed. following suit, you bounce onto the soft surface, sliding yourself under the covers. taking the gathered clothes, you form them into a ball and press it against your face, inhaling deeply. the intertwined scents of your beloved humans instantly envelop you, bringing a profound sense of tranquility.

without even realizing it, you drift off to sleep, your ears being the only things peeking out from beneath the cozy pink covers.

you gradually awaken to the sensation of gentle kisses being planted on your nose. you open your eyes slightly, only to be greeted by san's blond bangs. before you can even process his presence in your bed, you feel the comforting touch of another pair of cold hands softly scratching the base of your ears. a purr instinctively emanates from your chest, and san smiles against your pulse, relishing the soothing vibrations against his own skin, a sensation he always adores.

you manage to turn, your eyes half-closed as the light filters in, and they settle on hongjoong's gentle smile. he's still dressed in a suit, and you blush at the sight. you adore him in sweatpants and oversized shirts, but your heart can't help but flutter faster in his presence.

you hear san chuckle, his head still nestled in your neck.

"kitty, your heart's beating so fast. happy to see daddy?" he mumbles, strong hands intertwining around your waist, his palm coming to rest on your chest, feeling the gentle thud of your heart.

hongjoong's smile widens as you glance away, unable to meet his gaze due to the embarrassment. he bends down slightly, his hand reaching to gently hold your cheeks. you revel in the coolness of his touch, appreciating how his hands always seem to be refreshingly cold.

"i'm happy to see you too, kitten. i missed you so much, couldn't stop thinking about you during that boring meeting," he whispers in the quiet room. you feel san nod against you, his arms tightening around you, and he murmurs a "me too."

"where are the others?" you inquire, noticing the absence of their hands on your body, causing a slight twitch in your eyebrows.

"in the shower, they're coming soon" hongjoong answers, his smile never leaving his face as he looks down at you. you nod in response, managing to free one hand from san's grasp, reaching out for hongjoong, and the eldest boy takes your hand. he sits down next to you, his eyes never wavering from your gaze as he drops a soft kiss to your forehead.

and soon enough you feel the thumping sounds of footsteps in the hallways, approaching your door. the boys enter to find you sandwiched between san and a shirtless hongjoong, his vest and dress shirt long forgotten on the heated floor of your room.

[quitealotofsodapop]

I was also thinking of shower thoughts and it occurs to me that Marbled Egg! Wukong is pretty paranoid to a rather ridiculous degree. Now, I love him like that, it makes sense for him to be protective of his cub after everything... what I was wondering tho is WHY! Because if he had Nezha as more support, than presumably he should have less reason to be distrustful of people near MK... then a small though came to me.

What if it's because something had happened before?

Look, Wukong has a LOT of enemies. More than anyone can possibly count. The show even goes so far as to say he's fought and presumably killed hundreds upon hundreds of demons. In the show, it's been established that even if Wukong had once killed someone, it isn't impossible for them to come back to life. Both Macaque and Azure are both heavily implied to have done so.

So what if one of Wukong's other enemies, one that has perhaps fallen into obscurity with age or their influence downplayed by historical biases, were to return long before Wukong ever met Tang. When MK was still a newborn cub, I was too young to remember much of anything. What if they tried to attack FFM and somehow got their hands on MK, if they tried to do something to him because he is Sun Wukong's son and heir? What if the event left Wukong paralyzed with fear to the point he becomes overly paranoid and protective of his cubs, to becoming a helicopter parent?

My mind immediately went to the Demon King of Havoc/Confusion - Wukong's first ever victory. Not sure if I like the big cat or the baboon versions more (maybe a Gelada?).

Its been over a thousand years, and while some old villains have redeemed themselves and adapted to their new lives (Black Wind Demon and Moon Jade Rabbit in particular), some are so "off-grid" that its hard to get a read on them and their motives.

Enter the former terror of Flower Fruit Mountain. A demon who initially presents himself as reformed to demonkind... until he learns that Sun Wukong has a helpless infant in his care.

Wukong is fast asleep, exhausted from caring for both his cub and his Stone Egg. A earth-shaking scream of dispair rings through all Three Realms when he awakens to an empty nest and broken doors.

The Stalwarts assemble immediately. They recognise the foul stench of the Demon King long before Wukong - having each survived the beast's rule for over a decade.

They find the Demon King burnt to a crisp inside his old cave.

Wukong never thought he'd be so relieved to see his baby crying on the dusty cave floor. Xiaotian is shaken but completely unharmed.

This leads to a little bit of confusion to how the baby survived such rough treatment. And why the Havoc Demon is currently little more than a pile of ash.

Nezha (alterted by Wukong's call) explains sheepishly that he placed a stronger-than-usual Man Yue blessing that activated when true danger threatened the baby. The blessing + Xiaotian's inherent power had pretty much vaporized the former Demon King the second a claw or fang dared touch his skin.

Wukong is too relieved to even listen to the reasoning. He's just overjoyed that his cub is ok!

Despite the kidnapping having a happy ending, it left its mark on Wukong. He became more cautious, more paranoid of other demons - especially ones he knew from the old days. He never wanted Xiaotian out of his sight, something that annoyed the little monkey as he started to grow.

A similar kidnapping likely occurs in Aus where Xiaotian's connection to Wukong is also known.

The only difference being; the Demon of Havoc likely doesn't get far before the Six Eared Macaque rips him to shreds. Or getting a furious pig charging at him with a kitchen knife.

[justaz]

ive never watched uhhh game of thrones?? i think?? but i saw a clip of that chick with white hair and the dragon and she lit herself on fire or something and came out of the flames alive and i was just thinking that + merlin + this post + this fic (kinda. sorta. in a way.)

so somehow arthur gets involved in the dragon egg shenanigans, maybe merlin goes to him first or arthur finds out some other way idc whatever anyway they all make their way to the tomb where the dragon egg should be and find it open and a dragon egg sitting on a pedestal surrounded by bits of charred remains and a whole lotta ashes

arthur + the knights are cautious but merlin is entranced by the egg and steps into the room which separates him from the group. arthur + the knights are frantically trying to find a way to get him but merlin doesn’t realize what’s happened as he continues to approach the egg and places his hands on it. instantly, the room ignites and merlin is bathed in the flames

despite a huge fear of merlin’s being the pyre, the flames hardly register in his mind. he can feel the dragon soul within the egg dancing under his touch, he can feel a bond forming between his soul and this baby dragon - it lights a fire within him and he feels alive and complete in a way he hadn’t ever felt before. the name “aithusa” falls from his lips involuntarily but he doesn’t have time to think about it as the egg is cracking.

with every crack in the shell, merlin feels a piece of himself crack open. scales flick over his skin down his arms, down his legs, up his neck and a bit across his cheeks. his ears sharpen and his hearing improves as does his sight. his nails sharpen and grow into claws on his hands and feet. his teeth grow uncomfortably large in his mouth and he tastes the tang of blood as his fangs nick his cheek and tongue. his back splits open and huge wings unfurl behind him, warmed by the fire and solidifying into their magnificent shape. with the naming of his first dragon, born of fire, another dragonlord is born.

a pure white dragon claws its way out of her shell, a beautiful thing, aithusa. she crawls up onto her dragonlord’s shoulder and with her settled, the room around them crumbles. the fire had spread out, pushing arthur and the knights into a retreat despite their conviction to retrieve merlin from the flames. as they exit, they have no time to mourn or think of ways to help merlin as they’re surrounded. idk who their enemy is but they’re fighting for their lives but honestly they aren’t doing too great. until the tomb behind them caves in and falls apart to allow the sun to shine of the figure standing in the midst of the ruins.

a terrifying creature, a man and a beast, a demon from hell. he grins, feral, before pouncing on his enemies. he does not wield a weapon nor magic, he uses his claws, his wings, and his fangs to tear his enemy to shreds. as they regroup and surround him, he turns and lets flames billow from his maw, chasing them away if they’re quick enough and charring those who weren’t. with a quickness that is frightening, another demon from hell, another abomination of man and beast swoops in and tears their enemies to shreds.

they both eviscerate their enemies, working together as if they’ve always done this, until there is nobody left to fight. the two stand side by side, covered in blood and wearing matching mad grins and wide, crazed eyes. merlin and balinor stand victorious over the carnage, their wings pointed towards the clouds and glimmering in the sunlight. the last two dragonlords of the ambrosius family line, father and son.

[galacticseonghwa]

too sweet - Qian Kun

INCLUDES: vampire!Kun X fem!reader, choking, TW mentioning of blood, SMUT, swearing, cock warming, slightly jealous kun, use of Chinese endearments (baby & darling), pet names, kun in the photos above is the kun in this fic because he looks too yummy wc: 1.5k a/n: yet to be proofread. MINORS DNI.

his eyes refused to leave your sleeping figure as he walked into your shared bedroom. a smirk on his lips as he walks towards you, slipping into the bed next to you. despite being asleep, you could feel an instant warmth as he wrapped his arms around you.

contrary to belief, vampires weren’t ice cold and could actually sleep. which, rightfully, surprised you when kun had explained to you that twilight and the vampire diaries weren’t an exact picture of how vampires are. although he had said the vampire diaries was probably the closest.

kun smiled to himself as he felt you scoot closer towards him and hum quietly. “kun?” you whisper as you slowly wake up from your sleep. you slowly open your eyes to see him looking down at you, his eyes glowing a soft golden brown. 

“baobei” kun dragged out softly, as his hands gripped your waist. you blink up at him and rake your eyes over his facial features, seeing his fangs you instantly know what he needs.

you nodded softly and move your head to the side to allow him access to your neck. hesitantly he looks at you to see if there was any sign of discomfort. seeing nothing but a small twinkle in your eyes he leans forward.

kun’s lips kiss softly at the side of your neck before he bites at the point in your neck where it meets your shoulder. you release a quiet moan and move your left hand to grip the nape of his neck.

kun loved spending moments like these with you, wrapped in each other's arms as you showed your trust in him.

however, there was something different with the way you tasted tonight. “baobei” kun drawled out in a low growl as he pulls away from your neck. you hum in reply and stare at him as his eyes change into a fiery red.

“suan mei tang” he comments as he drawls his pointer finger from your chin all the way down to the hem of the black silk shorts you were wearing. his eyes following his hand as yours scan his face.

“who were you drinking with, hmm?” his hands were quick to move you onto his lap, a gasp leaving your lips as he did so. “i could smell his appalling scent as soon as i walked into the house, baobei.” he taunted while moving your hips slowly against his.

“kun” his name leaves your lips in a drawn-out whine as he moves his own hips up into your clothed heat. “why was chenle alone with you, doll? hmm?” his tone taunting as he looks up at you with his eyebrows raised and a sick smile on his lips.

you grip kun’s thick silver chain, to gain some sort of leverage. kun’s hands are quick to undo his belt and push his pants down just enough so his cock can spring free. he wastes no time and rips your shorts down your legs, basking in the fact that you’re bare under the silky fabric.

“baobei was expecting me to come home and fuck you senseless, yeah? is that why you let chenle trample all around the house? just to make sure i came home pissed?” his fingers shamelessly either kneading the skin of your thighs or rubbing through your slick folds.

“kun, please” you moan out quietly, his smirk returning as he watches you move your hips against your fingers. “hmm, gotta give my qinai de something, shouldn’t i?” nothing but teasing in his tone as you watch his eyes turn into a blood red.

kun presses the tip of his cock with his thumb before pumping his thick girth a couple of times. he taps the sides of your thighs, signalling you to lift yourself up just enough for him to slide his length into you.

after adjusting to his size you begin to move only for kun to instantly grip your hips and stop your movements. “uh uh, not so fast, doll. you gotta stay still for me or i’m gonna have to stop everything.”

“you think you can sit still for me, baobei?” kun leans forward, his left hand on the side of your neck. you nod, clenching around him just to see what he’ll do.

kun tsks and moves his left hand to grip your throat. “what did i say, doll? already cock dumb and we haven’t done anything yet.” he’s quick to dive straight into your neck, leaving butterfly kisses and licks here and there before digging his fangs into your neck without warning.

a loud moan cuts through the quiet room as the grip on your throat tightens, making a gasp of pleasure leave your lips. kun pulls away from your neck, blood on his lips. his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips before he pulls you in for a kiss.

his tongue barging through your lips and battling with yours as his hand leaves your throat only to slide down your chest and grip your left boob. kun hums into the kiss, moving away from your lips just enough to whisper against your lips. “move baobei, fuck me the way you wanted to when i slipped into bed.”

not needing to be told twice, your hips rolled against kun’s. moans escaping both yours and kun’s lips. “f-fuck kun! please!” you whine as your hands rest on his shoulders, bouncing as fast and hard as you can manage.

“come on, baobei. i know you can do better than this.” kun taunts, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as his hooded eyes take in your figure. hating the fact that you were wearing one too many items of clothing, he gripped the black silk shirt in his fingers and rips it open and relished in the view of your tits bouncing in his face.

you slip the shirt off of you and throw it somewhere behind you. your hands find their way to kun’s chest where you rip open his shirt in turn of him ruining your shirt. Kun moves to take his shirt off but your hands grip his.

“n-no, keep it on” you moan and trail your hands down his bare chest and abs, feeling him tense under your touch. a high-pitched gasp that kun knows all too well leaves your lips before you fall forward into kun’s chest.

“giving up already, hmm?” he tuts as his arms pull you as close as he possibly can. kun plants his feet flat onto the bed and thrusts into you at a pace you knew you couldn’t last too much longer in.

“doing so well for me, doll. made just f’me” kun mumbles against the skin of your shoulder, quiet moans and groans leaving his lips as he continues fucking into you.

you feel yourself beginning to teeter on the edge of your orgasm, reaching your hand between your and kun’s bodies you begin rubbing circles on your clit making you push into kun further. kun chuckles at your actions but soon throws his head back at the lewd sounds of his cock ruining you.

“cum for baobei, cum all over my cock. mark it as yours.” kun growls as he holds you tighter and begins pounding into you. a loud moan that sounded almost like a scream left your mouth as you felt the band snap, squirting all over kun as he chases his own high.

kun holds you to him as he rides you both through your orgasms. you both stay in each other’s warmth while trying to catch your breath for a couple of minutes.

kun grips your face in his hands and pushes the hair stuck to your forehead back as he gazes into your eyes. “you okay, my love?” his brows draw together as he awaits your reply. you smile softly up at him, so in love with him it was almost painful the way your heart raced for him.

“i’m perfectly fine.” you say softly. kun hums and pulls out of you gently before sweeping you into his arms. Buckling his pants up with one hand he carried you to the bathroom. he kicks the door open and gently places you on the counter.

he places a soft kiss on your lips then walks away to turn the faucet for the bathtub on. while he fiddles around with the temperature of the water and the bubbles you can’t help but stare at his side profile.

his sharp jawline, the curve of his plump lips, his tousled dark blue hair, the tick silver chain hanging from his neck, his chest and abs that were on display, the red tint on his cheeks as he catches you staring at him.

“why’re you staring, doll?” he asks quietly as he picks you up and places you carefully into the bathtub. you smile cheekily up at him and love the way his eyes glow a soft golden brown again.

“was just thinking about how i’m so lucky you’re all mine.” kun wholeheartedly laughs at your response and places a kiss on the top of your head. “i am all yours, aren’t i?” he smiles and sits down on the side of the tub.

you could never get over the feeling of being with him and him loving you.

[shortpplfedup]

We Are Episodes 6-8: The talking stage, and how to escape it

One of my consistent complaints about New Siwaj has been his penchant for daily minutiae and character antics and how much of it he injects into his stories, and how that feels like it disrupts the movement of his narratives. Who knew the solution was just to let him make a whole show about daily minutiae and character antics, without much of a narrative for it to disrupt. This is by far the most I have ever enjoyed a New Siwaj show. IDK if this is what Star and Sky attempted to give (I ain't watching that), but when your concept is 'dudes vibing', it does help if they have some vibes. The cast is most of the reason to be here, granted, but they ARE a good reason.

If this show has a core, I'd argue its core is Toey, and specifically how this loving bunch of of queers adopted a baby gay and did everything possible to ensure that he was happy and cared for, while falling for each other along the way. Everybody in this group shows up for Toey, always, and I love it so much.

This show has put a lot of time and attention into slowly building its core ships, spending an extended period examining that dreaded hell known as 'the talking stage'. Phum/Peem and Q/Toey know they feel attraction and a vibe, both couples have even kissed already (in Phum and Peem's case more than once). But flirting is not dating, and everybody's very clear on that even if they're clear on nothing else. I kind of like that these things are not expected to be assumed or understood, nobody's going to become a couple without having a conversation about it in this universe. I like the effort these boys put into thinking through their feelings, and being intentional. Are they overthinking it a little? Of course they are, they're what, 20? But that's GOOD, that they're thinking it all through and really trying to understand how they feel and what they want to do about it.

That extends out to the side ships of Tan/Fang and Pun/Chain who are on the extremes of this: we saw Tang grab the tiger by the tail, asking Fang out and getting a positive response; Pun and Chain on the other hand, well they're doing their best it seems to neither think nor talk about their clear feelings for each other AT ALL, leaving them in this weird 'just friends' space even as they behave like a couple.

We're halfway through this show and I'm ready to update my couple scores.

Q and Toey: 3/4 hearts

These two take a teensy dip for me because I hate to see Toey cry, but they're on the right path now.

Phum and Peem: 3/4 hearts

+1 for Peem realising his feelings and Phum making an attempt to confess, -0.5 for Phum not committing and Kluen hanging about.

Tan and Fang: 3.5/4 hearts

How is it I love them the most? They understand each other, they like each other, and they don't want to change each other.

Pun and Chain: 2.5/4 hearts

I fully expect their score to go up as we enter the second half of this thing, but there still isn't a whole lot going on. Still, them losing focus and having a whole-ass moment in front of Peem and Tan at the beginning of episode 7 was fun.

[gutouhua]

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

vampire!kaeya x human!f.reader

wc. 1395

tags. kaeya drinking reader's blood, penetrative sex, hickeys, slight dumbification, size difference, cervix-fucking sorta, not edited

a/n. last reader insert piece i'll post for the year! i love the reader fic community very dearly--y'all were the ones that made me want to write!--so even if i'm writing other stuff besides reader fics, know i will always be back! gonna be working on zine stuff & the next part of shrine master's bride in the new year! i hope you lovelies have a gentle christmas and peaceful rest of the year <3

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭! 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+!

There were times when Kaeya felt that he was made specifically for you. For your needs, your comfort, your pleasure. A knight at his queen’s service. 

At the farmer’s market, he’d carry everything for you even though he knew you were more than capable of doing it yourself. He’d never admit it, but it was just an excuse to be by your side. 

And as you flitted from stall to stall, he’d trail after you with heavy arms, juggling bags and parcels of food and trinkets, and admire your pretty sundress. He told himself that he followed behind to protect you, but it was mostly so that he could enjoy—ogle—the way the cotton voile clung to your ass. 

You’d always buy fresh fruit, vegetables, and meats wrapped in kraft paper. (Bloodied steaks, he’d noticed, were a particular favorite of yours.) 

But the shop you always lingered the longest at was the dessert shop. Dainty frosted cakes, golden flaky pastries, and soft cookies presented prettily in delicate containers was your ultimate weakness. The shopkeeper always had your order of sugar rush ready even before you arrived, and Kaeya was always careful to balance your desserts in expert fashion, careful not to jostle them too much. 

(The last time your baklava got crushed into a sticky, flaky mess, you refused to kiss him for an entire day which left Kaeya very distraught and aching.) 

And when you come back from a mission, your familiar scent smothered by the tang of feral vampires, Kaeya would greet you like clockwork with a kiss and a hug at the door despite his intense aversion towards the smell of ferals. 

He’d hoist you up into his arms and carry you to the bathroom before peeling your hunting clothes off and depositing you into a bath scented with your favorite rose oils. The bathwater would get most of the stink out, but Kaeya knew your muscles would ache from the hunting and that some of the stench would linger, he’d work the knots in your body and scrub at the blood that stained your scarred skin. He always started at your neck and ended with your toes and you’d always try to stop him—you were extremely ticklish—but in the end, he always had his way. 

But archons. When you were under him—

“I swear you get wetter—tighter, ah fuck—” you desperately arch up against his hips, chasing heat and friction, “—when my fangs are on your neck. Why’s that baby?” Kaeya mumbles. Sugar and sin against your beating pulse, so loud you can somehow hear it through the rough rasp of his voice and the erotic sounds of your bodies intertwining with each other. 

Kaeya is mocking, but his tone belies his own control; taut, thin strands of sweet candy floss that could snap at any moment. But your unraveling is always his goal, what’s most important to him, so he squeezes his eyes shut to push the bleeding red from his eyes and tightens his grip on your hips to anchor himself. 

“I—I don’t know—” Your answer comes out as a moan, half-delirious from the steady pressure building between the juncture of your thighs, and you buck against him again before digging your heels into his lower back to keep him inside you. 

But Kaeya simply ignores you with a lazy smile, instead mimicking the drag of his hard length inside you with blunted fangs against the column of his throat. The dull pain slides across your sensitized skin, a numbing, delicious promise. 

“P-Please I, I need, ah,” you whimper brokenly, trying to fight your mind for words when Kaeya presses a perfectly timed callused palm to your stomach. And suddenly it feels like he’s filling you everywhere, consuming all the empty spaces in your body. 

“You need what, darling? You’re a smart girl so use your words,” he chides, dragging each thrust out—slow and honey amidst the haze of your pleasure. “You know I’ll give you whatever you ask for. Command me as you see fit.” 

“It’s easy for you to say when you—” 

A sharp thrust, full. His tip kisses your cervix and the stretch almost hurts, making you scramble for a fistful of his hair to steady yourself. Keeping his pace steady, he returns to nibble your neck, fangs teasing and nipping the hollow of your neck. Even when you whine against him, raking your nails down his back, Kaeya doesn’t stop until he feels he’s lavished enough attention on your neck. He licks the blooming purple rose on your neck and draws back to admire his handiwork. 

Kaeya hums. “Is that what you need, baby?”

The vibrations travel straight to your core, and you shake your head and whine. Kaeya grins. He knows that’s not what you meant, but seeing you beg and fall apart is so much better than just giving it straight to you.

He liked the chase almost as much as he liked watching you lose your mind. 

“Y-You know that’s not it. That’s not what I want,” you cry while squirming, trying to seek sweet, hard relief.

“Then tell me, baby.” 

Your muscles tighten with each quick thrust, the heavy drag of his cock like a key twisting your insides tighter and tighter. “I want you to-to—ah, fuck, baby not—”

“Words, baby,” he whispers hotly. Fire and brimstone. 

"I-I can’t,” you sob shakily, tears welling in your eyes. 

Kaeya flips you over and pulls your hair lightly, creating a delicious burn on your scalp. You dig your hands into the sheets, crinkling the silk as you blink wet eyes in an attempt to focus your thoughts. 

“Poor baby,” he coos, not at all sorry if the way he thrusted into your cunt was any indication of his intentions. “Too dumb to speak, are you? Can’t use your big girl words?” 

“Want you, mmf, want your, ah, fangs, please—” 

“Ah, my love.” Kaeya slips two fingers into your mouth, pressing against your tongue. Warm saliva drips down his cold fingers. “I’ve got you now,” he murmured, voice low against the shell of your ear. “You want me to drink your blood, baby?”

You turn, nodding as much as you could given the position.

“Then I need you to cum.” Kaeya pulled out, and you whimpered at the loss, a cry of frustration bubbling in your throat. 

“But I want it now. I don’t care if it hurts,” you whine, eyes glassy with need. 

“I need you to cum so it hurts less though, baby. You know that’s how we always do it.” Kaeya adjusts himself and lines the tip up with your pussy, moving his cock up and down to spread your slick and tease your clit. “So will you be a good girl for me and cum so I can reward you?” 

You nod. You’re so close to the edge that you know you’ll cum the moment he sinks into you again. 

He kisses you. Full-bodied, tongue circling yours, and pulls back when he smells the frustration—arousal—increase. He steadies himself against your cunt before pushing inside without warning in one fluid motion, and remembers that he still has to stay sane enough to give you what you want. (But it’s hard to think when his balls are pressed tight against your ass, and your insides feel tighter than they did before.) Kaeya drags his heavy length out, leaving just the tip inside your wet heat, before achingly pushing back in. 

Close, close—

“Almost there?” he murmurs, voice soft against his hardness. He grinds down on you and sinks deep while pinching your clit hard, watching as you fall apart under him, mouth open, throat straining, vein thickening—long, smooth and—

Sharp fangs sink into your beating pulse. Blinding pleasure streaks through you before syrupy pleasure spills into your veins. Kaeya sees red and struggles to keep himself steady against your soft body and wet heat. 

You seemed to have a habit of doing that to him. Making him crazy, wild, ache for you. With each heavy draw of blood, he relishes the sweet taste, hoping that each additional drop would quench his thirst, but it never does. His mind grows fuzzy, fangs throbbing with each drag.

He might never have enough of you. Never be satisfied. 

Kaeya groans.

You’d be his downfall.

[skitterjitter]

some more Prince Consort Alastor and Charlie:

Charlie can't sleep without the radio playing. this started when she was a baby, when Alastor would play lullabies for her, and it has to be the radio because it just doesn't sound right if it's a tv or even from her phone

Rosie keeps candies made with blood stocked for when Charlie visits -- the Princess of Hell might not have a taste for sinner flesh, but she does like the metallic tang of blood

Charlie had a terrible time teething on account of her fangs. neither Lucifer nor Lilith know how to deal with this. they would've gone to Eve to ask for help, but nobody is sure where she is. Alastor takes her to Rosie, who ends up giving her cleaned finger bones to chew on (Charlie still has a habit of carrying a finger bone in her pocket for when she's angry or upset)

almost every single room in the palace has a radio, and you're more likely to find a computer than a tv

baby Charlie does not like Susan, which means that if Susan gets close enough, she will bite. Alastor thinks this is extremely amusing

Rosie thinks that little Charlie is the sweetest little thing she's ever seen. she's always happy to watch Charlie for a bit if Alastor needs to take care of business and he's in the area

if Charlie is upset about something, she knows she can go to Rosie to talk it out

[dark-elf-writes]

YES!!! Baby Shika and choji picking up on Naruto’s Feral™ is everything I need in life.

Maybe Choji is starting to feel insecure about himself when he realizes the kids around him have different diets than him. So he tries to cut down on the food and eats less than he knows he should. But, he thinks, if it makes the others stop giggling when he pulls out his bento it would be worth it. Slowly his scent gains a low bitter note of hunger and a sharp hint of pain.

Meanwhile, Naruto is painfully familiar with the scent and desperately wants to fix it. He doesn’t know why Choji smells like that, but he does know his friend’s parents should be making sure this doesn’t happen to him. It was the job of the parent to care for the cub until they could do it themselves. And while Naruto is the same age as Choji, he isn’t like Naruto.

He doesn’t have clawed hands or fanged teeth. He isn’t called demon or insulted at every street corner. His presence doesn’t make people’s scents spike with the sour scent of fear and the iron tang of anger. Choji is soft in a way Naruto isn’t allowed to be, but if his parents are doing something to change that? If they’re not giving his friend and their cub the food he needs, then Naruto would.

With yesterday’s rain turning usually dry soil into a perfect clay for tracking, it doesn’t take long to find his prey. A large ten pointer stag with a nice pelt enough that Naruto could turn into a blanket. The meat would last him and Choji a while, even after his friend worked through the initial hunger pangs.

But just as Naruto was about to leap from his hunched position behind a downed tree, dark claws curled in anticipation and the feel of Kurama’s ears perking in the back of his mind, a thought strikes him. Deer. Nara. The Nara like deer, so how would Shika feel about a dead deer at his friends feet…hm. Not like he couldn’t just get something else for Choji.

Two hours later, Naruto drops from his position on top of building to land next to a startled looking Shikamaru and a wide eyed Choji. An quick inhale tells him they just got back from Ino’s and judging on the gritty irritation lining Shika’s normally smooth scent, it didn’t go well. Not well at all. Although, he thinks as blue eyes narrow into slits, that was obvious from the bitter hunger and sharp hurt in Choji’s scent being far greater than the last time they saw each other.

For a long moment Naruto stared at the two of them with unblinking eyes, absently releasing a soft purr from low in his chest in hopes of easing the jagged edges of their scents.

Soon, the edges smoothed over to acceptable levels and Naruto stepped forward again to scent them in greeting only to be met with a spike thick concern that made him stop.

“Are you bleeding?” Choji asked with furrowed brows.

“No,” Naruto grinned, “not my blood.”

“Not your…do we need to hide a body? My Dad told me I could use a part of the Nara Forest for whatever I wanted. He didn’t mean a body, but he probably won’t be upset.”

If anything, Naruto’s grin only grew wider and sharp white teeth were put on display.

Moving back to the building he dropped from, Naruto waved a clawed hand in a silent motion to stay put and quickly scaled the wall with only a few gouge marks left behind.

Sharing a look, Shikamaru and Choji take a step back from the building in preparation for when their friend inevitably drops back down again. The last time they didn’t make room, they got knocked to the ground and pulled into an impromptu wrestling match. And while that was certainly fun, it hardly seemed the time when Naruto had blood splattered on his hands and across his clothes.

With a triumphant yip as their only warning, Naruto dropped from the building once again and landed in a deep crouch.

To accommodate the extra weight of the bear on his back, Shikamaru thought. Considering the creature was nearly 3x the blonde’s size it was no wonder he had to adjust…to…the..bear. Adjust to the bear. Adjust to the giant bear that was very much dead and hefted on his friends back like a particularly large pillow. Wha-

“Is that…um…your bear?” Choji asked, neatly interrupting Shikamaru’s thoughts.

“Nope,” Naruto beamed with a look that could only be described as smug. “I hunted it for you!”

“Me! Why would you hunt it for me?”

“Because your hungry and your teeth are, no offense, kinda dull and useless. So, I got you a bear to eat!”

Choji blinked rapidly for a second, apparently processing that declaration with all the incredulity it deserved. “Thank you?”

With a happy chuff, Naruto dropped the bear on its back leaving the bloody gapping stomach open for them both to see.

“So do you want the heart? The liver? How much blood do you want with it? I saved a bottle when I was gutting it, no use letting all of it drip on my clothes. Kurama said you can’t have blood like I can, but that doesn’t sound right. It’s like eating ramen without broth, just wrong. Not to mention-!”

So many things I live about this

Baby Naru deciding that BEAR is the logical step after deer because of course deer might make Shika sad (imaging a whole Lilo and Stitch style tuna fish meltdown while Kurama nods and pretends to listen)

The implication that Kurama gives “How to care for you humans” lessons including things like: they can’t see in the dark, those teeth are useless, and food should probably be cooked. While Naruto just gives him the 🦊? Face because sounds fake.

Shika being ride or die and fully willing to hide a body with minimal questions. Shikaku definitely expects his kid to try to hide at least one body in his part of the forest. He has a whole fifteen step plan for it (five different steps are “drink” but that’s his business)

Choji the bestest boy. I want to hug him. That being said imaging his poor father when he comes home like “hey dad in theory how much meat can we store?” And Choza expect like a little bit maybe like a decent roast size you know and his kid comes in with MOST OF A BEAR

All three of them would be so wonderful together and I’m screaming.

[stellawolfearts]

Xaiohua shortly after her teeth come in an she starts chewing on things

Tang: um...Mac...she... she's biting into my throat...

Mac: aww my baby is trying to rip your throat out~ Nezha quick get the camera

LMAO OHMYGOD

UR RIGHT THO BECAUSE BABY DEMON

AND MOMCAQUE IS....WELL YEAH...

Nezha: hmm, thier very well developed for so young. nowhre near lethal yet but strong for her age.

Macaque picks up xiaohua and spins her around: my baby's a natural killer!

Nezha smiles while sending the video to Iron fan.

Tang... . . .. so we're not at all disturbed?

Nezha: its a natural demon milestone.

Tang: she tried to-

Macaque: your practically her first kill Tang!! :D

Tang:..... .. . . ... . . im....honored....?

for the next two weeks Tang didnt stay in the same room as Xioahua without a third person there with the strength to pry away baby demon jaws/fangs

[crazy-god-bunker-jughead]

I honestly think Midge is just going to give birth to baby Anthony again. Like we won’t necessarily see her give birth but they’re going to look into the camera and say they’re naming the baby after Toni. Giving the writers a convenient out of the Tangs marriage.

Alt/coinciding theory is that Adult Anthony and 2020’s Toni and Fangs are still in the sex bunker.

[quitealotofsodapop]

I can actually see Wukong and Macaque actually being offended by the dog toy but then coming to actually be grateful for it. Because baby MK has some nice big shoppers and the strength of his Baba. And those tails make for soem tempting teething toys.

Also even if it was a joke, Erlang would actually put in the work to find a quality, demon grade level chew toy. Like those Kong balls I once saw a reptile house YouTube account give their crocodile for enrichment

Previous post referenced.

Ok I need to find that video. Cus that has baby!Mei written all over it. XD

I can def imagine Mac being the most offended by the chew toy gift, but Wukong sees it with more good-humor.

Macaque: "A chew toy? Really!? Does he think our baby is some kind of mutt!?" Wukong: "To be fair, baby monkeys get their milk fangs at a couple of weeks old. Need to target that teething somewhere other than uh..." *guestures at Mac's chest* Macaque: "...fair point but still! Is it even meant for babies?" Wukong, reading the toy: "Says it's "Dragon-strength" and non-toxic." Macaque: "Why would it need to specify drag- YOUCH!!!" Shadowpeach: *turns to see a certain baby dragon they're babysitting nomming on Mac's tail* Baby!Mei: *already teething with tiny crocodile-like fangs* :3 Wukong: *smug little smile* Macaque: "...give it here." *gives Mei the chew toy* Baby!Mei: *delightedly squeaking the toy as she chews*

Yeah, a few bites from a bored baby dragon quickly changed Mac's mind on the chew toy. It becomes a bit of running joke among the Plum Hill boys to send the monkey couple dog toys for any of the kids' celebrations. The kids freaking love it much to Mac's dismay and Wukong's delight.

Pigsy and Tang are confused Why until Tang gets distracted one day playing with an enrichment toy. Sandy chuckles and offers the kids kittens toys as a joke sometimes - there is def some scratch marks on the cat condos from the Eclipse twins playing on them like jungle gyms.

MK probably still has one of those multi-layered chew plushies from when he was in the "pouncing on anything that moves"-phase. Took him years to realise that it was designed for destructive dogs.

[starsfic]

Shadow singer //lmk one shot//

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50339251

Macaque is alone in his house. He’s cleaning it up. He never could quite live in a dirty house like Monkey King. Mac preferred organization and cleanliness. Something Wukong could never truly appreciate. He grows tired of the quiet sweeping though. He taps his tail on a CD player. His hips sway as the song picks up from where it left off last time he turned the player on. “Hey. I just wanna say ‘hey’. To let you know you blow, and all you did was-” He alters his voice to auto tune it as he sings. “Feed my ego.” He changes it back and sounds bitter as he dances while sweeping. “And baby even in the end, I tried to make amends. I guess till then I got myself a,” He smiles. Getting lost in the groove. “It’s funny how the tables have turned. I know it’s crazy, but I love it. So for now in return, I guess I got myself a-” He jumps on a table. “FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! IT’S FAAAAAAAAAAAN BEHAVIOUR!” “Woaaaaaaaah!” Macaque falls off the table as he hears the amazed boy’s exclamation.

“Ah- Kid- Didn’t expect you here today. How about you join the club, and help me clean up?” He tries to slide past him singing. “You can sing!? That’s amazing!” MK is bouncing around excitedly. “Ugh. Yes. I can sing. I just don’t do it often since…” He trails off. Thinking about Wukong mocking his singing. It was just some light words, but with DBK, Azure Lion, and Peng joining in it hurt all the more. “I just don’t enjoy it.” Mk frowns. “Can I hear some more? Pweaaaaaaaase?” Mk’s eyes glitter as he begs. “No. What are you here for, kid?” Macaque glares. “OH! Here.” He holds out a bowl of ramen. “I know you haven’t been eating right, mister.” Macaque sighs at Mk’s words. “For a kid. You’re quite an intuitive boy.” Mk blinks. “I’m quite what?” Macaque laughs, and takes the bowl.

Later, Mk is fighting a new villain. He is a strange creature. Tall and slender. With long, dark gray hair. His skin is a pale peach color with golden markings around his face, arms, and down his back. He wore an open backed robe that seemed to be similar to those in the Celestial Realm. His eyes glowed with a shining a silvery gray that seems almost hypnotizing. “I grow tired of this charade boy,” He hisses between gritted, fanged teeth. “I do not have time for games such as these. You are as annoying as your predecessor.” Mk breathes hard, but smiles. “I can keep this going aaaaaall day if I have to!” The creature smiles. “You don’t even understand what this is, do you?” He motions to the strange object he attempted to steal. “Uuuuuuuuuuh a trophy?” Mk blinks. They’re at a singing competition’s backroom. “No. It’s a scroll that holds the secret to amplifying one’s power to the point of being more powerful than Buddha himself.” Mk’s eyes widened. “And I, Gēr Zhànshì, shall use it to raise my kingdom back from the depths! From whence Sun Wukong destroyed.” Mk groans. Of courrrrrse he’s another person his teacher ticked off. Maybe he should have a long talk with him.

Before he can react, Gēr lets out a super sonic scream that sends Mk flying into a wall. “I guess I'll just win it ‘legally’.” He laughs as he vanishes. Mk starts to panic. He runs home. “PIGSY! WE NEED YOU TO SING IN A-” A cough resounds through the shop. “No can do MK.” Tang says with the pale, sickly Pigsy shaking and coughing. “Pigsy lost his voice after getting sick. I won’t be singing much of anything right now.” Mk grows pale. Pigsy was his major shot. He tries to think who could win that contest. Tang sounds like a dying cat when he sings, Sandy is too old school, Mei hates singing in front of people- Wait a minute. “MEIIIIIIIIIIIII! WE NEED TO GO FIND MACAAAAAAAAAAAAAAQUE!” He runs out.

Cut to Macaque in front of Mk and Mei with arms crossed. “No.” He says plainly. “THE FATE OF THE WORLD DEPENDS ON IT!” Mei says, panicking. “I’ll move to the underworld.” Macaque jokes. “I’ve been there before.” Mk blinks. “What?” Macaque pats his head. “Uh. Don’t worry about it.” He mutters. “Please Macaque!” Mei and Mk say with puppy dog eyes. Macaque sighs. “Fine. But. I have one condition.” “Anything!” Mk says excitedly. “Wukong has to be there.” Mei and Mk are shocked. “You WANT him there?” Macaque nods. “I want him to learn. I’ll meet you there later tonight. I’ll even take a human form for you.” He goes into his shadows. “Wait, they can take human forms?” Mk asks, shocked. “Well I guess you can so…” Mei makes a “I guess it makes sense” motion.

Skip to Monkey King staring down a peach cobbler. “You. Are made of peaches. And I love peaches. But you also look funny which I don’t like. But peaches. But-” Mk zooms in. “MONKEY KING!” Monkey King screams, and sends the tray flying into the sky. He blinks slowly. “Chang’e probably is going to enjoy that.” He turns to Mk, and sighs. “Kid I was in the middle of-” Mk starts rapidly shaking Wukong. “WE NEED YOU TO COME TO A CONCERT TONIGHT! THE FATE OF THE WORLD DEPENDS ON IT!” Mei stops Mk. “Calm down Mk. We gotta do this slowly.” She clears her throat and starts shaking Wukong. “YOU BETTER COME TO THE CONCERT OR I WILL PERSONALLY RIP YOUR TAIL OFF AND-” Wukong picks up Mei. “Mk did you lose a small dragon pup?” He has an annoyed look. “SMALL!?” Mei says angrily. Mk explains what’s going on.

Wukong was a bit shocked. He sighs. “I guess I can come. I’ll go in human form as well. Won’t let him show me up.” Mk blinks. “YOU HAVE A HUMAN FORM!? WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!?” Wukong sighs. Feeling a bit of embarrassment. “I tend to look like a middle aged dad. Which is less than flattering.” He sighs, and closes his eyes. In a second, he turns into his human form. He has fluffy, blonde hair with golden eyes. His smile is less sharp, and a bit of a peach fuzz beard covers his chin. He has a bit of hair on his arms and legs. The funniest part though, is his beer belly. To see the very fit, very strong Monkey King with a beer belly just makes Mei and Mk giggle.

“The human form reflects our eating habits and such. And… I like peaches okay!? Don’t judge me.” Wukong pouts a bit. “You actually kinda look like Mk’s dad.” Mei squishes his face. “He’s not my dad,” “He’s not my son.” The two say at the same time. “Pigsy’s the one who raised me, and he’s my dad.” Mk explains. “And I'm nowhere near ready to have children. Maybe in a few more centuries, but not now.” Monkey King says while shaking his hands in front of him. Mei rolls her eyes. “Alrighty.” Wukong starts to look in his clothes. “I need to look good for this. If I'm going out in… this… form I'm going to look good.” He pulls out the hoodie he wore in Lantern City. He brushes his hair out, and smiles. “Alrighty.” Finger guns. “Let’s go.”

The three are soon in the front row of the contest. Wukong is annoyed how everyone is saying how cute it is that he’s taking out his two kids. “I’m not that old.” He mutters. Mk and Mei give him a “are you serious?” look. “Who even is the villain Mac is going up against?” Wukong leans back. “Gēr Zhànshì.” Mk says plainly. Wukong springs up. “HIM!? WHY DIDN’T YOU-” Suddenly music spreads through the area. Mei suddenly leans forward. Very interested. Mk is confused. Gēr Zhànshì walks on stage. He’s wearing a black vest, gray slacks, and spiked boots. “Ladies and gentlemen, please. Would you bring your attention to me?~” He smiles. The only ones not affected by the music is Wukong and Mk due to the golden vision allowing them to see what he truly is. A siren beast. “For a feast for your eyes to see. An explosion of catastrophe.” He moves his hips rhythmically. Walking across the stage with a wild grin. “Like nothing you've ever seen before. Watch closely as I open this door.” He flips his hair back. Causing the crowd to go wild. “Your jaws will be on the floor. After this you'll be begging for more.”

“Monkey King what’s happening?” Mk tries to shake Mei who seems to have abandoned wanting to cheer for Macaque, and instead is screaming Zhànshì’s name. “He has the ability to sing and hypnotize people. We’re immune mostly due to our golden vision.” Zhànshì smirks, and dances. “Welcome to the show. Please come inside. Ladies and gentlemen!” He starts throwing his head down causing his hair to fly violently on every boom. “Boom! Do you want it? Boom! Do you need it? Boom! Let me hear it! Ladies and gentlemen!” He repeats it a couple times. A pair of purple eyes watch from the shadows. Macaque scowls. He’s never really liked Zhànshì. He actually took pleasure in watching Zhànshì’s kingdom fall when Wukong destroyed it. He hated the man in front of him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, good evening.” Zhànshì gently runs his hand under a girl’s chin. She starts to cough up blood. Mk freaks out. “You've seen, and seeing is believing. Your ears and your eyes will be bleeding. Please check to see if you're still breathing.” Wukong knows if he intervenes, everyone listening will be very very hurt. They have to listen to the entire song otherwise they will end up like that girl. “Hold tight 'cause the show is not over. If you will please move in closer. You're about to be bowled over.” Mk tries to touch Mei, but Wukong stops him. ‘By the wonders you're about to behold here. Welcome to the show. Welcome to the show! Please come inside. Ladies and gentlemen!” Zhànshì repeats what he did on the chorus. “His spell makes it so if you interrupt the song everyone will be hurt. We have to let it go. Otherwise Mei…” He trails off. Mk feels red hot anger, but he numbs it. Tears pierce his eyes. “Okay.” He says quietly.

After the song is over, Zhànshì bows, and blows a kiss to the crowd. The crowd goes wild. He walks past Macaque, and shoulder checks him. “Beat that monkey boy.” Macaque glares. The announcer comes on stage. “After that dazzling performance. Welcome Mac Shadowheart!” Wukong rolls his eyes at the name. Macaque walks on stage. He has tanned skin, black hair, a beard, and deep purple eyes. He’s wearing a black jacket with a popped collar. His shirt is a crop top, dark purple shirt. Exposing his abs to the crowd. His black jeans were ripped, and he wore black combat boots. Mei’s jaw dropped. She is staring with hearts in her eyes. “Oh my god who is that!?” She giggles like a schoolgirl. “Yeah he looks awesome!” Mk says with stars in his eyes. “Macaque.” Wukong says with a sting of jealousy and annoyance. Mei and Mk stare at Wukong shocked. “WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAT AND YOU LOOK LIKE- THIS!?” they say. “HEY I DON’T LOOK THAT BAD!” He snaps back. Macaque gently grabs the mic as the music starts. “I owe this as a tribute to an old friend of mine. Peaches.” Wukong freezes at the old nickname.

“This… is for me?” Wukong is surprised. Macaque leans back as he sings. “I try to make it through my life. In my way there's you… I try to make it through these lies. That's all I do.” Macaque meets his eyes with Wukong. “Just don't deny it. Just don't deny it. And deal with it. Yeah, deal with it.” Wukong crosses his arms, and pouts. Macaque smirks. “You tried to break me. You wanna break me.” Wukong pauses, and stares back up. He shakes his head quietly. “Bit by bit. That's just part of it.” Macaque shrugs. Letting his shadows dance in the background. “If you were dead or still alive! I don't care! I don't care!” Wukong feels his heart break a bit. Does Macaque really care so little for him? “And all the things you left behind! I don't care! I don't care!” Mk frowns. He feels almost bad for dragging his teacher here to be dragged across the stage by Macaque’s words.

“I try to make you see my side. Always try to stay in line. But your eyes see right through! That's all they do!” Macaque is getting more into the song. Struggling to keep his emotions at bay. The crowd cheers at him showing his emotions. “I'm getting tired of this. I've got no room when it's like this. What you want of me, just deal with it!” Wukong has a tear trail down his face. “Macaque. I didn’t. It wasn’t my fault.” Mei pauses, and looks at him. “Not your fault? Is NOTHING your fault?!” Mk silently looks away. “You’ve caused SO MUCH pain. Just as much pain as good in my opinion. I used to think so highly of you. But as i’ve gotten to know you. I see you’re nothing.” Mei says angrily. She’s sick of his attitude. “You deserve this.” Mei says. Macaque sings as they talk. “So… If you were dead or still alive! I don't care! I don't care! And all the things you left behind! I don't care! I don't care!” Zhànshì starts to worry about losing this.

“Nothing can care about. I'm taking care of it! You won't be there for me! YOU WON’T BE THERE FOR ME!” He screams out the last part. Tears falling down Macaque’s face. During the bridge, Macaque takes gasps of breaks to calm down a bit to finish the song. Wukong grips his fists tightly. “If you were dead or still alive. I don't care! I don't care! And all the things you left behind! I don't care! I DON’T CARE!” Wukong grits his teeth, but then… his body relaxes and he slumps in his seat. Burying his head in his hands. Feeling a bit ashamed. “If you were dead or still alive! I don't care. Nothing can care about. I don't care... I'm taking care of it. And all the things you've left behind. I don't care. you won't be there for me. I don't care... at all.” Macaque drops the mic, and leaves. The crowd going wild.

Macaque felt a bit better. He was able to get all those pent up emotions out. Zhànshì pinned him against a wall. Growling. “You’re going to forfeit the competition.” He says angrily. Macaque laughs. “Scared, are we Zhànshì? That’s what you always were. A coward. You couldn’t even save your people from one. Little. Monkey.” Zhànshì moves to hurt Macaque, but Wukong tackles him and starts pounding his fist into Zhànshì’s face. Tears flow down his face as he repeatedly beats Zhànshì over and over in the face. Macaque eventually pulls him off. “Why…” Wukong asks. “Why what?” Macaque says. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!” Wukong snaps. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU THOUGHT OF ME LIKE THAT!? THAT I HURT YOU!” Macaque stares at him dumb founded. “You cannot be serious.” Wukong growls. Showing he is very much serious. “Buddha. You’re stupider than I thought. I did everything to comfort you when you were trapped. Yet, you treated me as your enemy. I betrayed the brotherhood for you. It left me alone, and broken when even you didn’t wanna see me anymore. Finally, you made new friends. Forgot all about me. I admit I was… I was jealous. I wanted to BE you Wukong. Then… our fight and…” His hand drifts to his eye.

“My death.” He could still feel the phantom pain from when he was killed. The betrayal he felt in his last moments. Wukong looks away. “You could have talked to me.” That ticked Macaque off. “Talk to you? And you say I'm overreacting? Or that I'm stupid for having feelings? That I'm WEAK!? Even after you traveled with that ‘master’ of yours, you grew no more intelligent Wukong.” He starts to walk towards the awards ceremony. Monkey King glances back at Macaque as he leaves. He didn’t want to leave it like this. An idea hits his head. A bit of bile rises up in his throat as he thinks about it. “Oh boy.” He feels sick as he rushes up on stage, and grabs the mic. “I HAVE A SONG I WANT TO SING FOR MY FRIEND MAC!” Macaque is shocked. What in the rings of hell is Wukong doing? Wukong stares out at the crowd. They all seem confused. He swallows the vomit gathering in his throat. He picks up a guitar. Starting to strum. Ignoring the eyes. “Empty home, no trace of you. Can't say that I'm surprised. All the Hell I put you through. Was showing in your eyes.” His voice shakes slightly.

“Can't say I blame you at all. I hate myself for what I've done. I swore that I'd never call. But I just need you to know…” Macaque watches Wukong unimpressed. He then hears Mk and Mei talking. “Isn’t he afraid of performing?” Mk says surprised. “Maybe he finally wants to do something right by Macaque?” Mei says with a huff. “That I'm so sorry! That I had to be the one! The one to break you! And let you come undone!” Wukong is closing his eyes tight to try to avoid the fear and nausea over taking him. “I know I let you down. You deserve much more than me. Just leave me here for dead, I'm begging, please! Kill my memory!” Macaque glances at him. Is he trying to apologize? “6 a.m, I'm getting weaker. Keep reaching for the phone. I tell myself it's wasted time, 'cause you're not coming home.” Wukong thinks of all the 6 a.m. regrets with peach schnapps and broken memories. “I left you so many scars. I don't deserve a second chance. You gave me all that you are. I let you slip through my hands…” Macaque stares in shock and amusement.

Does he really think Mac would forgive him with a silly song? “That I'm so sorry! That I had to be the one! The one to break you! And let you come undone!” Macaque pauses, and realizes. Wukong isn’t asking for forgiveness. No. He’s asking to not be forgiven and to be forgotten. “I know I let you down! You deserve much more than me… Just leave me here for dead, I'm begging, please. Kill my memory.” Oh if only the crowd knew the great Monkey King was begging for his memory to be forgotten and killed off. One of the most beloved and revered legends. Begging to finally be forgotten. “It's keeping me awake, every chance I had! Now it's just too late, there's no going back. You are better off without a trace of my memory. Can you just erase me?!” Macaque snickers that Wukong in all his pride is begging to have his transgressions forgotten. Things that will not be forgotten even after he is long gone as proven by the five hundred years away.

“That I'm so sorry! That I had to be the one! The one to break you! And let you come undone!” Macaque feels his smug smile soften a bit. To be forgotten… as he had been… A tear escapes his eyes. “I know I let you down. You deserve much more than me. Just leave me here for dead, I'm begging, please! Kill my memory…” Wukong places the guitar down softly, and runs off. Violently vomiting into a trash can. Throwing up repeatedly. Shaking. Macaque claims his prize since the other main competitor is… incapacitated. He goes, and gently pats Wukong’s back. “Get it all out moron.” Wukong throws up once again.

Later, Mei, Mk, Wukong, and Macaque are together with the scroll. Mk smiles. “Maybe we should read it! It’ll give us ultimate power so we can use it in the future.” Mei glares. “If anyone’s gonna read it, it’s gonna be me. I handled the Samadhi Fire! I can handle this!” Wukong scoffs. “That was nothing kid. If anyone should read the scroll, it should be me!” “YOU!?” Mei says annoyed. It causes a three way argument. While they fight, Macaque grabs a lighter, and lights the scroll on fire. It burns to ashes. “Wait- NO!” Mk says in shock. “There. Now no one can read the scroll.” Macaque dusts his hands off. “Why did you do that!?” Wukong says shocked. “Wukong. You don’t deserve any more power. Mei would go crazy with that much power. And Mk can’t control that much power yet as a kid.” Mei pouts. “I guess you’re right.” Mk perks up. “Wanna go get ice cream, and then go to the arcade?” Mei lights up. “DOI! LET’S GO!” The two run off. Wukong moves to go after them, but Macaque grabs his shoulder. “You aren’t forgiven yet. But… I guess we can start anew. Just as long as you don’t keep acting like a jerk.” Wukong pauses, but then chuckles. “Deal Mango.” The two walk off. The ashes of the scroll blowing in the breeze.

[finitevoid]

yukina is the ice, the freezing wind. yukina is a girl dressed in soft blues and with soft, wine-red eyes and she cries tears of crystal that make little pitter pitter sounds when they hit the floor.

yukina has a brother. he is everything she is not; he is fire, acid flame, sharp edges and danger. he shows off his fangs, covered in iron-blood, without a care if it’s his blood or his foes’.

she asked him once, why he relishes in the violence. and with wine-red eyes that match hers, he spat out the truth-- violence is all I know.

she smiled at him then, and it was a cruel smile. and she could tell how much malice danced in her eyes, in the curling of her lips, because her immovable brother took a step back.

all I have ever known is violence, hiei, she said, her words a spinning tapestry of past suffering, of spat blood. but your violence and mine are very different.

he said nothing to her, after that. because that was what her brother did, when he was blindsighted. he turned his back and ran-- and though his movements were slow, controlled, graceful, even-- his emotion was betrayed in the hitch of his shoulders.

just like when their aunt threw him off the cliff, to the song of their mother’s anguished cries. all he has known is to be cast off, and so when he is not thrown away, he throws himself away.

yukina was raised by that woman, who threw naught but a newborn babe off a cliff. rui was the only one who would even dare look yukina in the eyes, for none of the other ladies wanted to be around the tainted sister of a fire apparition.

child of an outsider. child of a traitor. child.

rui had unkempt hair and drooping eyes. her shoulders always hung with a cloud of guilt, and she held yukina throughout the storms. sometimes, yukina would catch her praying at her mother’s grave, fervently whispering, hina, hina, I couldn’t save your boy, so I’ll raise your girl. forgive me, forgive me.

rui would brush yukina’s hair with harsh, uncompromising movements, whispering to her. don’t trust the outside world, a hitch in her voice. don’t turn out like your mother, please, don’t--

yukina turned out like her mother.

yukina watches the violence with a detached neutrality. the blood, the suffering, she watches gladiators inflict it on each other with naught but a care in the world, feral grins splitting their faces.

yukina knows what blood tastes like. that tang, metallic iron taste that fills every inch of your mouth, so much that you have to spit it out to free yourself of the taste. but the taste lingers, steel-iron-heat on your tongue.

she hears bones crack, and she knows what those feel like. the sharp, stabbing pain, the gives away to a throbbing burning. the horror of staring down at your own limbs, bent at unnatural angles.

when a girl frets over the broken arm of a boy, the boy scowls. shrugs her off. and when yukina’s brother approaches the boy, they share that grin. that dark, animal grin, of a person who feels the pain and relishes in it.

the reason, yukina realizes, that this makes her so uncomfortable is this:

she could’ve been exactly like that.

sometimes she finds herself wishing that she did. wishing that she’d taken tarukane’s fat neck in her hands and watched as she killed him from the inside out, freezing his organs one by one. watching him writhe and scream and beg.

she thinks his face, lips turning purple, shaking hands clasped in front of his face, blubbering, please, spare me, I don’t want to die!

and she’d smile that cruel smile, and press her hand to his cheek and watch as it turned blue with ice, and then purple with cold, and then red with frostbite. why should I give you the mercy you so denied me?

often, yukina wonders if this instinct is her father’s genes. some carryover from whatever kind of man he’d been, once upon a time. if his unseen influence over her really did taint her with the violence, with the urge to spit blood and smile.

so she stills her hands. clasps them in front of her. dresses herself in baby blues and softens her red eyes. so that no one would suspect, never, that she had the same genetic violence in her as her brother did. that that fire, that ineffable flame they’d inherited from their outsider father was in her too, flickering among all the ice.

she prays sometimes, too. clutches a bag filled with her own tears, the pearls clinking together in the cloth bag. she closes her eyes and prays to her mother-- was it worth it? do you regret it? do you remember me, or him?

her mother’s hiruiseki sits heavy around her neck, the one her brother gave her.

do you cry pearls?

hiei startled, stared at her with eyes that matched her own in color. he didn’t know that when she wanted to, hers looked just as sharp as his, just as untrusting. just as dangerous.

he scoffed, covering his momentary surprise with put-upon disdain. why would you suggest such a thing? I am not an ice maiden.

maybe you are, she countered.

he ran this time, disappearing from the room in a flurry of speed. because ice is water, and water douses fire, until all that’s left is ash and smoke and scorch.

[babyitsmagic]

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He liked Fulton, as much as any fae ever really liked any mortal, at least. The plan hadn’t been to harm him. It had never been that. But he didn’t have the same level of self-control as Merrick. As most blood drinkers. It was like he’d been a baby vampire, but for decades now. And he’d gone just long enough without a proper meal for things to go sideways. He didn’t really make the conscious thought to do it. One moment he was trailing kisses along Fulton’s jaw, down his neck. The next? His fangs were sinking into the skin, the tang of magical blood hitting his tongue and any rational thought left his mind as soon as that happened.