Zuzuthesnake - Just A Normal Human Witha Adhd That's All...

THIS IS FUCKING RIGHT GET THAT MAN OUTA THERE! AND GIVE HIM THE NOBLE PICE AWARD

I’m not saying it’s right, but I understand (x)

I am to- she's ofly quet while online to- thats scares me even more

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😭😭😭😭😭

And another reson is bc... she looks like my step aunt when she was younger and leat me say- HOTTAMALLES

Me drawing @sublieuieu 's oc: She's giving... girl boss- there giving black royalty

FRFR

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

Zamn- and i misssed you girly where you been loca?

bc you been queit for a bit long

TUMBLR BEHAVE YOURSELF😂😭

@chimemori

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. "