#BUT YESYESYESYES. ABSOLUTELY

[fujii-draws]

I’m so sorry to bombard your inbox yet again Fujii but I am losing my mind with homework rn and I must know what your headcanons on Dusknoir’s methods of comforting are🙃cuddling? words of affirmation? acts of service (fixing food or bringing blankets)? I need some escapism and a three month long mental vacation so bad rn fujii it’s absolutely unreal😭😭😭

Ask and you shall recieve!!

Okay in terms of comforting, Words of affirmation is Dusknoir’s go-to. On one hand, he does have a way with words if we’re both being honest! Main-game he is super clever with how he uses them to gain all of Treasure town/Lake Guardians’ trust. (AND THE ENTIRE, GRASS CONTINENT IF IM NOT MISTAKEN??? THE CHARISMA OF THIS WORLD RENOWNED GHOST.) But on the other hand… very good with his words in terms of being super deceptive, as well as persuasive. So that being said— I feel like he’d be articulate with using his words in a gentle, low growl. It does take awhile for both Ribbons and Aimilios in particular to trust his words again, but once they do, it’s… nice.

That being said— his second form of affection (to me at least) is physical affections. I keep thinking abt how wonderfully you put into that one post where Dusknoir’d give the best hugs, lest he trusts himself first. Very, very strong ghost arms, mixed with a soft, fat belly. He’s actually so perfect for iT—

…He’d be intimate with Grovyle and Celebi, as he would be gentle and soft with Ribbons and Aimilios. (At first because he doesn’t trust himself enough to put any real pressure despite how much the two tell him they’re okay… With him and his touch.)

…But once he’s over that hurdle, he continue’s to treat them so delicately because they are just. So precious and dear to him. And by the rare chance he does— he might cave and hug them very tightly near a close-call death situation, or if one of the kids are in need of comfort.

(He also… may or may not get to a point where he gets too comfortable with it, that the cloaked ghost-type just randomly picks up and carries the grass, fighting/steel, fairy type.) (Which he catches himself, slightly apologizing for being so… clingy. Yet continuing to carry the other three. Whom which allow it.)

(I CANT RLLY SAY CELEBI CAUSE AT THAT POINT HE’D BE YOINKING HER OUT OF THE SKY AND I THINK HE’D BE AWARE OF T H A T AHKFJCOSJAOFJ7) (She probably just joins in whenever Dusknoir is carrying Grovyle specifically, fluttering on his neck ruff, or when all three are being charioted around by the big ghost, with the pink fairy jokingly floating down and adding herself in, much to Dusknoir’s embarrassment.)

[harukapologist]

Something I noticed about Haruka's change in t2 is that he says he likes the way he is now and supposedly gained more confidence, but the rest of his answers in seasons 2's interrogation are still self deprecating. Saying how no one is like him cause "no one is likehim cause they are all great people, everything (about him) is wrong, etc.". My guess is what he gained wasn't confidence, it was his innocent vote and Muu's influence that temporarily rubbed off on him. Think about it: Muu's personality did a whole 180 when she was voted innocent. She went from being shy and timid to becoming a queen bee which is what her 'true personality' is. Haruka, while he learned to become more social, was still unsure of himself. He couldn't fathom why someone like him was forgiven (what he sings in akaa) but still takes it. But why?

Cause it's what Muu does. They were both given an inch and took a mile

It's pretty clear Haruka is heavily attached to Muu (he even says his current self only exists because of her), but I think Muu influenced him to think that forgiven = what he did wasn't wrong. Since it seems like it is also her own mindset. But before, Haruka knew what he did was wrong and felt remorse, while Muu always thought she was in the right cause (her words: It's your fault for doing horrible things to me)

Also, confident people do not form unhealthy attachments like this and threaten to kts for someone else. Haruka did not gain confidence, he gained temporary relief from someone else

And this isn't to say Muu is abusive or doesn't care about Haruka at all, but it's still so incredibly unnerving to influence someone that's already broken like this

Thank you so much for this. I've wanted to talk about this for a while, I feel like the fandom overlooks just how deeply Muu influenced (and probably continues to influence unless their codependency starts to break in T3) Haruka. Not that shes evil or abusive or anything of the sort, but unfortunately their attachment styles create the most awfully perfectly fitting puzzle piece

Haruka looks down on himself so much, he wants more than anything to be a "smart, strong and interesting person" in his own words. As a result he is constantly searching for someone to latch onto and mirror, trying to create a new identity for himself, because he just doesn't see any part of himself that is worth keeping (BPD Haruka headcanon comes in...) Haruka still believes he's wrong, that he's worthless, but he's desperately looking for any solace albeit temporary or fake. A confirmation bias I think?

Something that comes into mind when proving this point, is that when Muu talked about Kotoko's attacks in her 2nd VD, she mentioned that those who were attacked were "deemed bad people by the Guard" as in they were scary and cruel, but Es, who so kindly believed that Muu wasn't at fault by giving her an innocent verdict, had deemed those people at fault, so they kinda deserved it, in her view. When Haruka was asked about what he thought of Kotoko's attacks, he said something similar, but then we see him in Mikoto's 2022 birthday TL coming to check up on him, showing compassion, wanting to wish him a happy birthday, even though Mikoto was voted guilty in T1, he should be a bad person in Haruka's book as well, but I think that shows he doesn't really believe what Muu was saying, he just doesn't think of his opinions as worthy so he latches onto those of the people he looks up to, the authority figures (Muu, Es) (I could talk about this for a while...). Also, in the newest collab, one of Haruka's lines were "Mikoto-san is a good person" but I'm not sure exactly when in the canon timeline that takes place (as in, before or after T2) (I'M SORRY I JUST HAVE TO BRING UP 0109 SIBLINGS HERE THEIR DYNAMIC IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME)

I do think Muu feels guilt and is just as broken, just in different ways, and she copes with her own issues differently, but I won't go offtopic... but yes I completely agree with what youre trying to say here. That Haruka is largely under Muu's influence, and it's heartbreaking. I often think about how an innocent verdict in T1 without Muu's influence would've helped Haruka gain some actual confidence and maybe even start to develop some sense of identity and independence. When I see Haruka T2, when I listen to his VD, his MV, all I see is... not Haruka. As in, Haruka under someone else's influence, breaking even more. It's not either of their faults, again! But god is this codependency going to take a toll on him for a while.

Like, come on, you can't tell me the boy who gives the most birthday wishes, says that all the prisoners are good people unlike him, says he would forgive everyone but certainly not himself, is a confident, guilt-free person. I don't know if it's just me but even his smile in his T2 sprite feels so... forced...? My poor poor boy.

oops I rambled too much didn't I. but thank you for this ask I hope I'm making sense and I'm so so sorry I took so long to respond eee

[apricotgojo]

Protection be gone! ʚ♡ɞ

ׂ╰┈➤ Some Choso and Gojo headcanons (Separate) on how they would be when they fuck you raw for the first time! I might write some for other characters too later on ;) Tags: unprotected sex- obvi, cum ᐢᗜᐢ , whiney choso, creampies!, Gojo has a weak pull out game.

Satoru Gojo

his face lit up when you told him that you're ready to try it without protection - and the most devilish smile formed on his lips.

He's never pressured you about it but god DAMN was he happy to finally get the chance to properly feel you.

You were nervous of course, praying to god that his pull out game was as strong as he said it was - spoiler it wasn't .

he had your legs spread out and resting against his shoulders and his eyes were glued on your pussy as he put the tip in.

"Oh my fucking goooood~" he shamelessly moaned out loud, his mouth agape as he watched your pussy basically swallow him whole.

You could barely keep your mouth shut too. His cock felt so good inside you like this, you swore you could feel every twitch and vein.

You were so tight, so wet around him, so warm. Your pussy was making him feral.

The sounds he let out were like none other. He was a swearing, growling mess.

"You take my cock so-fuck-fucking good baby", "You like how fucking deep inside it is baby? you like how good my-hah- cock feels?"

How long did he last you might ask? 10 minutes tops. He couldn't control himself when he put you into a mating press. He was plunging himself so deep inside of you that it felt like he was trying to go deeper but he physically couldn't.

His head was buried in the nape of your neck as he pounded into you, moaning your name and talking about how good he's gonna cum.

You didn't have the time to protest because all you could hear is a muffled, "fuuuuuuuck" and he was cumming inside you, basically balls deep.

and it was A LOT.

Your mind was too hazy at how utterly amazing it felt to be filled up by him to complain.

His head lifted up from your neck, revealing a disheveled, grinning, gorgeous face that belonged to the love of your life. You couldn't even be mad at him when he looked like that, but you still shot him a glare.

"Oopsie"

Choso Kamo

The idea sparked through your head while you were riding him.

"Choo~" You whispered into his ear, kissing the shell. "Let's take off the condom this time."

Choso - bless his soul, actually froze and he cocked his head towards you, eyes wide and lips parted.

"A-are you sure?" He stuttered out before gulping and you simply nodded.

Choso was nervous. he's never fucked without protection before and he had no clue what it felt like. He didn't think it was any different than fucking with a condom on.

And oh, was he wrong

He basically gasped when you slowly sat down on his cock and he covered his mouth to stop himself from making embarrassing noises.

His grip on your hips tightened and it was like he was at loss for words.

But then you start moving up and down.

And then he absolutely lost it.

His moans were so loud and whiney.

"yesyesyesyes" "mmm please go faster baby" "I love your pussy."

He was a man possessed. gripping your hips roughly and pounding into you like you were his own personal fleshlight.

Thankfully, you were on the pill so it didn't matter if he pulled out or not and you kind of didn't want him to ;)

His cock felt bigger than ever - you didn't even think that was possible with the size of him already, and he was hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

Poor Choso couldn't even last 5 minutes - but you took it as a compliment.

His head was thrown back in pure euphoria muttering out little, "ahh fuckfuckfuck" 's and talking about how much he doesn't want this to end.

With one big thrust inside you, he came bucket loads, shivering beneath you and panting.

To your surprise though, he was still hard as fuck after he pulled out.

Probably because of how lewd it was to see your pussy gushing out his cum, - he wanted to fuck you again

And he did fuck you again, and again.

and again.

"I think your pussy put a spell on me"

[roanniom]

bestie you called, i’ve been thinking heavily abt virgin eddie who licks into you for the first time and makes you cum so hard u have to push him away bc he’s greedy and sloppy with it and you might pass away if he keeps devouring you like you’re his last meal on earth and you swear he’s lying that he’s a virgin, but the second you sink down on him, god, he’s practically a puddle and ur not even bouncing on him for more than 5 minutes before he’s shuddering and panting into your neck all “wanna spend forever tucked inside you, feels so fucking good. so warm. so wet, jesus, i’m gonna fuckin cum.”

k bye😭

Rachael. RACHAEL.

Everything

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Eddie Munson is 100%, unbeknownst to him, a Big Dicked Virgin™️

After he licks you like his life depended on it, you pull down his boxers only to reveal the most mouth watering cock you’ve ever seen. They aren’t supposed to be picturesque but Eddie’s? You want it inside you in any capacity immediately. But judging by the way he looks like he’s gonna combust from the sight of it in your hands alone (not to mention the feeling of you touching him) you don’t waste time in straddling him and sinking down onto his length.

Its an understatement to say he’s huge. It’s a stretch in the most delicious way and your eyes almost cross from the feeling of him hitting every single neglected part inside you. If he were a more experienced partner you would have begged for time to adjust. Would have needed the grace to compose yourself.

But the man beneath you is so absolutely far gone from the second you slide him inside you that you realize it’s all up to you. This sight of him absolutely fucked gets you wetter than you’d ever imagined, thankfully, so you rock yourself back and forth a bit till you work yourself up to bouncing up and down.

His fingers dig into your thighs, the meat of your hips, and his eyes are watery and wide.

“F-fuck it’s too good. You feel so fucking—oh god I can’t. I can’t take it. But don’t stop. Please-mhm.” A torrent of whimpers and groans bless your ears and you ride him in earnest, knowing you won’t have a lot of time to appreciate this quivering mess of a man before he blows.

You lean back and brace yourself with your hands on his knees and he watches your breasts bounce with each movement.

“So beautiful. Shit. I’m gonna…oh fuck. Can’t last—god what are you doing to me. Don’t stop,” he says again. Begging with his words and his eyes. His wounded puppy eyes that make you laugh because you would never dream of stopping.

“I won’t stop, Eds,” you promise. It’s a reassuring sweet sound, but you’re the devil incarnate to him with the way your hips roll and your tits entice. You smile. “Feels good?”

“F-feels like I want to buy you a ring and a house and a f-fucking dog,” he moans. It makes a zing rush through your heart but you suppress it and laugh.

“Yeah? My pussy’s that good, Munson?” you tease. He’s swearing under his breath as you ride him harder. “Gonna get me the white picket fence?”

“Fuck, yes. Yesyesyesyes,” he mutters like a prayer. “Gonna…oh god…”

“Gonna cum for me, too? That’s so generous of you, Eddie,” you continue to tease. His eyes roll into the back of his head as you lean forward to kiss his jaw. “Give it to me, Eddie. Give me everything.”

He cums inside you moments later. No longer a virgin, but newly a full devotee intent on worshipping at the altar of your body. You’d give him shit for the dramatics of it all, but he’s busy kissing his way back down your body so you really can’t complain.

[tang3r1n]

+18, sex dialogue, sweet/soft gojo, i just wanted to write him saying nasty shit my bad, need him so bad FUCK.

“oh sweet baby, lookin so starved for cock, m’poor, poor angel~”

“ungh— such a messy lil pussy- huh? ya want me to spit on it? god, yes baby, fuck yes”

“takin m’cock so well, precious, messy fuckin face covered in cum”

“ohh?~ what this? pretty little thing all dolled up f’me, huh? you feel pretty, baby? yeah? aww, y’look just absolutely adorable, my love”

“is my sweet girl cryin? aww, im so sorry, i forgot my lil crybaby is so sensitive down there~”

“ya cunt’so loud tonight, messy thing, ugh— she’s makin so much noise f’me, so fucking hot—gonna cum, yeah, gonna fill your chatty pussy up, make y’even more messy~”

“yeah? repeat after me; ‘Sato loves me’, good girl, ‘i’m Sato’s angel’, such a good girl, ‘i deserve Sato’s love’, ‘i deserve to feel good.’ aww yes, good job my soul,”

“yes— yes, yes, yesyesyesyes— fuck, make me cum baby, yeah, love looking at you like this, so fucking wet n nasty when you suck me off—ungh-!”

“hehe, you’re so pretty, angel, i have such a beautiful girl with me, such a sweet ‘n soft baby, open up now, hehe, say ‘ahh’~”

k i’m done.

[dissolvedprincess]

hi lovely!! currently CRAVING josh soooo nsfw headcanons? pretty pretty please, he also is a definite munch like what. thank you <3

My Josh Washington NSFW Headcanons

✷ cw : 18+, nsfw, teasing, josh is a munch, vaginal penetration, rough sex, female reader

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✿ Josh loves it when you get on top of him. He loves it when you slide your sopping wet cunt on his cock. He loves it when you tease the tip in just to pull it out again to fuck with him.

“Do you want me to put it in baby? Can you imagine how good it’ll feel to have me wrapped around you?”

“Fuck, yesyesyesyes baby please baby i wanna put it in you so bad.”

✿ Josh loves it when you ride his face, he always aims to please you first and you find it hard to resist looking back at his hard, untouched cock. His large hands hold on to your ass to push you farther and farther onto his face. Uncaring for the chances of you breaking his nose.

✿ Josh gets whiny when you’re busy with something other than giving him attention. He loves nipping and kissing your neck or thighs, begging you to just look at him.

“Sweetheart, i have to finish this by tonight, i can’t have you doing this again. Come on.”

You look down at him, eyes meeting his desperate ones. His fingers sneaking its way into your sleeping shorts, cheek meeting your thigh. Too horny and desperate to have pride over himself.

✿ Josh eats you out every chance he gets. The feel of your fingers running through his hair and pulling them when he sucks on your clit just right, gets him going.

His urges are always sudden and frequent. It’s the main reason why you wear a lot of short skirts recently, though you never outwardly say it. He always sneaks a warm hand under them and goes to his knees.

“Can i?”

“Of course you can baby.”

He’ll have you standing up, hands always ready to hold your weight whenever your legs get too weak.

✿ More on the the topic of munchies. Josh loves to eat you out after he comes inside of you.

“You taste so fucking good.”

“Oh sweetheart, you’re fucking killing me.”

He alternates between licking you in your soft middle and sucking on your clit to make you cum in his mouth again. Face all wet and warm, high on his love for you.

✿ Josh loves when you assure him that he’s making you feel good. Even while he’s balls deep and hitting all the right places inside of you. Insecurity and hesitation flashes through his face.

“Are you ah- feeling good baby?”

“Fuckfuckfuck ohh fuck-“

Little does he know, you’re way too dickmatized to form coherent thoughts at the moment. You feel him fucking you rougher, further rearranging your insides.

“Baby? Am i doing good?”

“Josh oh fuck! Yesyesyes you are baby! Right there-“

✿ Josh loves it when you call him good boy after making you cum. He loves it so much, he sometimes cums at the sound of it.

After fingering you to completion on his couch. You look him in the eyes while stroking his hair. Fingers still inside you, soaked and unmoving.

“Such a good boy, my sweet boy.”

He lets out a small whine, dropping his face to your neck.

“Oh fuck.”

You let out a small affectionate laugh, holding the back of his head to your neck. His face warms in embarrassment.

“Oh my god Josh! Did you just cum in your pants?”

You hear a small, muffled mumble.

“Shut up.”

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Aaaand that’s a wrap folks, sorry for how short it is, i am still getting used to this! Thank you for sending in your request my dear @spaceycat !! I absolutely adore your writing and i hope you can enjoy this one to the fullest. ❤️

[severevoiddragon]

If I decided to make SoE as a proper podcast, and made a casting call for it, would you audition?

It wouldn't be paid n itd only be like. A proof of concept thing. But still-

This is just an interest check btw !! Just to make sure ppl would be interested before I send out smth and get. Absolutely nothing back xD

[reallyromealone]

Gyutaro x male reader who is prego

fluff and when the baby arrives he cries in joy

Yesyesyesyes

🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐🪐Gyutaro normally hated anyone who had a better life than him, but now he had something good.

He had his beloved mate who was pregnant with his baby, absolutely perfect and wonderful. (Name) blessed him with everything he was envious of, compliments genuine with (name) and instead of murder he simply kissed him sweetly.

He kept (name) pretty and perfect in his arms as (name) held his large hands and moved it to his belly "feel" Gyutaro was confused, raising an eyebrow before feeling a little kick "what...?"

"That's our pup, he's saying hello... He's a fighter just like you" (name) said and Gyutaro was in awe at the sensation, he never fully grasped that he was going to become a father till now, now he could feel the life he helped create move around.

Gyutaro was overjoyed at the fact his sister and his mate got along so well, though both very different people personality wise, Daki loved chatting with (name) and often took him to get pretty outfits-- mainly for her but occasionally (name) would get himself something.

Though last time resulted in their pup so...a win?

It was late in the night, (name) snuggling in his nest with his alpha when he felt it.

"He's coming!" (Name) panicked as a wave of contractions rolled through, Gyutaro immediately getting into action.

Six hours and many years and pain, their beloved pup was born.

A healthy little girl with the most vibrant blue eyes one had ever seen... Just like when he was human.

Gyutaro wasn't crying.

He wasn't.

He held his pup while (name) rested, gently stroking the babes tiny tiny face as he vowed to never let this wonderful being suffer the way he and his sister did. She would get anything her heart desires and more, he would be sure of it.

[fanged-fanfics]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request headcannons or a drabble with Sun Wukong x female reader? The reader is MK's older sister figure, and Mk brings her with him to Flower Fruit Mountain so she could meet Wukong and Wukong is surprised when he learns that she's been training Kung Fu. They spar a bit and Wukong is absolutely smitten with her because wow, not only is she beautiful but also can hold herself in a fight? Bonus points if the reader is pretty confident and a bit sassy.

I apologize for the long message and if you decide that this is too specific, that's fine, just ignore this.

👑🧡 Smitten Sparring — Wukong x Fem Reader (Drabble) 🧡👑

Genres: Romance, Fluff || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Hello hello! I hope this is what you were hoping for, I did my best to follow it to the letter. Also, I used the term "Jiějiě" a few times, which from what I can tell means older sister (Reader is still unnamed outside of that)

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Wukong was waiting atop the usual training ground of Flower Fruit Mountian for MK to arrive. The guy was late today— later than usual. The King's tail swished low to the ground as he thought over what could've happened. He couldn't hear any distant sounds of a monster or anything, so he knew it wasn't that. His thoughts were interrupted by the distant sound of quick footsteps

"Monkey King!" MK called, running in as quick as he could before bending over his knees to catch his breath. Wukong caught up with him "Woah, bud! What happened?". "I wanted to pick up someone I really wanted you to meet" MK wheezed. That was when you stepped up, putting a hand on MK's back. "Take it easy, Xiaotian" You said, patting his shoulder. MK straightened up with a deep breath "Thanks, Jiějiě!" he said with a big smile. Wukong looked a little surprised. He knew MK had Pigsy and Tang to look after him, but he'd never heard of an older sister before. "Are you new to town?" He asked you, and you stood up fully to address him. "I could ask you the same thing, monkey man".

"I thought she could spar with us!" MK interrupted, practically a bouncing ball of energy now that he had his breath back. "Woah, bud, you know how I feel about training just anyone" Wukong responded "You have powers. It wouldn't be fair of me to fight some defenseless mortal". "Defenseless?" You echoed with a scoff "I'm far from it. I've been training in Kung Fu for the past few years, I'd say I'm fit to go up against you". Wukong looked to you with a smirk and a raised eyebrow "Oh, is that so? It'll take more than simple Kung Fu to take me on". "Try me" You responded. Wukong looked to MK "Alright bud, new plan. You watch me and your Jiějiě spar it out and learn from our moves". "Yesyesyesyes!" MK cheered, immediately going to the outskirts of the battle area to sit cross-legged in anticipation

After a little prep time, Wukong lead you back into the part of the mountain he reserved for training. You both stood on opposite sides of the flattened area, giving some warm-up stretches. "Now remember bud, fighting may be fun to watch, but you gotta focus on what's being done, okay?" Wukong called to MK. "Kay, got it, learn with your eyes, all that good stuff" MK said dismissively as he leaned back on his hands to watch. Wukong gave a small sigh and you gave a little chuckle. Wukong turned to you, spinning a wooden pole in his hands. The staff would've been way too dangerous to use against a mortal, so this would have to do. "You ready?" You called out to Wukong "I should be the one asking you that" Wukong replied as you both lowered into a fighting stance. "Alright... and... go!"

MK watched with wide and excited eyes as you two clashed. Wukong absolutely had you beat in speed, but the block you threw up to counter the wooden staff he was using was impressively well thought. He smirked as he pulled back, failing to sweep your feet when you dodged and tried to throw a punch in his direction. He ducked out of the way, chuckling as he gave you a light swat to your shoulder as he zipped past. You turned back, charging at him in return. Wukong countered your incoming kick with his knee, taking the opportunity to fling some hits your way. You blocked each and every one with a hit of your own. You finally managed to land a punch on the leather armor over his chest. It did absolutely nothing to hurt the King, but he was impressed by how quick-witted you are.

He grabbed your wrist, using it to fling you away from him. You caught your balance, but not before he knocked you in the side with the wooden staff. He gave a yawn as he hopped around every hit you tried to throw back at him. He was flexible as well as fast, making the fight easy on his side. He grabbed a kick you tried to throw and tossed your leg away, leading to you losing balance and falling to the ground. "And there we have it," Wukong chuckled, stepping up to you and extending a hand "Good effort, though. Not many people can keep up with me for as long as you have first try"

You accepted his hand, tugging him down. The action successfully made him trip, and you chuckled as you stood "you're not so bad yourself, for an old Sage anyways". Wukong couldn't help but smirk as MK bounded up to you. "That was amazing!! When Monkey King went like woosh! And you went like bam! Awh, it was so hard picking who to cheer for!" He said, practically bouncing in place as he had two mini flags with your faces on them. "Did you learn anything though, bud?" Wukong asked as he stood back up. "Uhh.. move fast and block hits with more hits!" MK responded. You chuckled as you ruffled his hair. "Close, we'll have to teach you more of the techniques though".

MK hopped off to begin swishing his staff around, trying to mimic how Wukong had done it with the wood. Wukong stood next to you as you both watched him. "I was being serious. You really are impressive" Wukong said to you with a smile "Though you could do with a few more lessons. Maybe if MK keeps bringing you around, I can help you with that". You chuckled as you looked back at him "Try not to miss me too much, King. I'll be around wherever he is" you said as you gestured to MK, before shouting to him "No, don't wave it like that! You're gonna hurt yourself!" as you ran over to help him.

Wukong felt warm watching the two of you. You really had made a good first impression on the Great Sage, and his tail flicked excitedly at the thought of getting the chance to spar with you like that again. You weren't anywhere close to besting him due to his thousands of years of experience over you, but he thought back to the fight, analyzing your moves. As he walked over to you and MK, he couldn't help but be in a good mood for the rest of the afternoon.

[lowkeyrobin]

Can I get some Morgie x reader where he's trying to get them to join the VK'S? Like trying his absolute best, but gets a little bit nervous.

yesyesyesyes thank you!!! ; thanks for requesting, hope u enjoy!! ; also sorry this is so short, writers block has been killing me recently :(

MORGIE LE FAY ; join us

summary ; morgie desperately tries to get you to join his (ulianas) vk group

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; reader is allergic to peanuts for the bit

word count ; 637

masterlist

"Hi!"

"...Hi"

Morgie smiles, a little bad with social cues. Uliana shoots him a look from across the room. "Uhm, you're Y/n, right?"

"Yep"

"Uh, would you like to join my- our group? I, we, think you're really cool!"

"I work better solo" you reply. "Thanks though."

You quickly look back down at your paper, scribbling some nonsense onto the page to make him go away. He cracks his knuckle, out of nervous impulse, and quickly scurries back across the room to Uliana.

"So?"

"No"

"Jesus, Morgie."

"I tried!" Morgie defends

"Try harder next time. We need them with us if we're gonna pull this plan off."

"I thought you thought they were cool?"

"They're known to be a backstabber." Uliana rolls her eyes. "One and done job."

"Oh, okay..."

Morgie was not backing down to ask you about joining his group. It wasn't because of Uliana's pressure or Hook's inability for patience, or Maleficent's insistence, or Hades' obnoxious droning. It was because he honestly thought you were the coolest person alive.

He was set on getting you to join them.

He'd made peanut butter cookies for you, trying to now bribe you with food.

He approaches you at lunch, a plastic Tupperware in his hands.

"Hi, I made you cookies. Maybe you could rethink joining me?" He awkwardly chuckles.

You look up at him, slightly confused and annoyed. "What kind?"

"Oh, uh, peanut butter"

You chuckle. "I have one weakness. Peanuts"

His eyes quickly widen. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize, I didn't know-"

"It's fine." You giggle.

"Uhm, why are you sitting alone?"

"Told you. I work better alone"

"Oh, yeah"

Morgie, even after nearly poisoning you, was still not giving up. He didn't care about the weird, swirly feeling in his stomach or the ache in his heart when he thought of you. He wanted you. He needed you.

Over the course of the next week and a half, he'd been leaving little love letters in your locker. You liked them, feeling loved and appreciated, not having to be let down by reality. Anonymity was the great part about it. What wasn't so great was that you almost caught Morgie in the act after he'd left you another note.

Inside the safely sealed envelope rests a piece of paper, on it reading 'meet me outside by merlin's office at 3. hope to see you then ♡ -your secret admirer'

"Christ on a cracker..."

You couldn't make your mind up if you wanted to meet this person later or not. You didn't want to be let down by any internal, high expectations, but at the same time, curiosity nabbed at you desperately.

Once again, at your lunch table, you sit alone. Well, until that weird kid Morgie showed up again. He quickly sits down with you, ignoring your confused look.

"Hi" He awkwardly smiles.

"Hey," you reply nonchalantly, trying to hide the million thoughts wrapping around your brain.

"You busy this afternoon?" He asks.

"Uh, maybe" You shrug. "Why?"

"Just asking"

As the afternoon rolled around, you decided to just man up and go meet your secret admirer. Maybe you just had to think positive, maybe-

"Oh my God."

Morgie smiles and waves, standing under a large oak tree.

"Jesus Christ, are you the person who's been leaving notes in my locker?" You ask, standing a few feet away from him.

He shrugs and nods. "Yeah."

You blink twice, silent as you try to think.

"Look, I just really want you to join my group" He speaks, stepping forward. "You're really cool, and super smart and funny. Just please, please, please, think it over"

You sigh, knowing this boy won't take no for an answer. "Fine. I'll think about it"

"Yes! Thank you!"

"That's not a yes. Don't get your hopes up"

[fyodior]

all my thoughts are currently puppy hybrid dazai humping things and that’s it. like your leg, (your) pillows, arms of the couch, clothes even

YESYESYESYES

its legal to get hybrids neutered, but that just felt wrong to you, so you never did that to dazai. that means he still goes into his heats and can be a horny little shit, but it wasn't too big of a deal to you - it was easily managed, and you loved him enough to put in that work. it did tend to get annoying how humpy he was, especially in the days approaching his heat. anything he could rub his small puppy cock against, he would. like you said - pillows, arms of the couch, all your dirty clothes that smell like you, corners of tables, blankets, you even found him humping the carpet once. puppy dazai is allowed to sleep in your bed, and usually he just stays curled up in the corner, but sometimes you'll wake up to him humping your ass, or yes he'll literally hump your leg. the dog can be absolutely INSATIABLE. so of course you have to take care of him with your hand, its only the humane thing to do <3

[safety-writes-noms]

Did someone say continuing hyper fixation with Spider-Verse?

You just like me fr. :')

Haha, anyway, here's a thought - do you think borrowers exist in 2099?

How would you imagine an encounter between Miguel and a borrower would go, either in his apartment or in his lab? Perhaps he's tired after a long day at Spider Society and just noms the borrower without asking questions - he'll interrogate them in the morning (maybe he'll feel bad once he wakes up and they're a terrified mess trembling in his gut).

~We love a bit of fearplay followed by comforting reassurance. :D ~

18+ ACCOUNTS AND MDNI PLEASE DNI!! I AM A MINOR!! yesyesyesyes omg imagine being a borrower in 2099

(I didn’t mean to write a whole little fic thing Jesus)

i don't think he's really at his apartment all that often (I'm going off of his original comics leading to atsv) since he's constantly trying to keep the multiverse together so to a desperate borrower, it must be a relief to find a seemingly deserted apartment with electricity and all working components.

and it's massive!! there are a bunch of nooks and crannies that any borrower could just make a nice little home in and it's so easy to get food from the seemingly endless supplies of care packages from some guy named Gabriel (who tf is that?) it seems like a heaven for a weary borrower who's braved giant cannibalistic flying men and flyboys who seem to enjoy stomping out your kind cruelly.

of course there's always a catch. you're sitting on the table when the lights suddenly turn on and a low voice rasps, "Lyla. Lights on, 25% brightness."

A massive figure stumbles through the window in the bathroom. Now, humans and other kind are usually large but this person? absolutely massive. they have to at least tower over any normal human. you freeze in place, blood turning to lead in your veins. Oh gods. You're exposed, terribly exposed. there's no way to get down from the table quickly unless you want to shatter all the bones in your legs.

The person -- seemingly male, blinks at you tiredly. shadows stretch deep beneath his eyes and he's in a sort of suit, a blue-ish black, embellished with angry red that leers at you in the form of a skull. you've seen it before in the snippets of newspaper you've scrounged up from the trash and the glimpses from the holospheres around the city low to the ground. Spiderman, reborn. Spiderman, back from the dead, futuristic and without qualms of killing unlike his predecessor.

Oh no. you've made a home for yourself in Spiderman's apartment. or worse, a Spiderite. But going off of how high-tech that suit is and how accurate it is, this guy is either the genuine article or a very devoted Spiderite. either way, you're doomed.

The man just stares at you for a moment, dropping off his bag and crawling in from the bathroom window he opened from the outside. definitely the real thing. He sighs and trudges over with an exhausted glare. oh, he looks pissed. super pissed.

you tryto escape, you really do, diving off the side of the coffee table with a split second thought. unfortunately, your home invasion victim also seems incredibly fast and a massive palm curls around your body before you hit the hard ground. it knocks the breath out of you entirely and you open your mouth soundlessly, too shocked and terrified out your mind to plead for mercy, to beg, to cry, to do anything.

it all happens so quickly. one moment you're being held in a warm palm, the next second you're confronted by a fang filled maw, sharp canines on full display as you're unceremoniously stuffed inside.

this time you find it in you to actually scream, fat load of good it does you. the massive tongue (oh gods, oh gods, you're in a mouth) curls around your body, soaking you in saliva, turning you over, squishing you in the fleshy side of a cheek. You're getting kinda dizzy and any protests to this confusingly gentle treatment are silenced pretty efficiently. While you're glad you're not being crushed to a broken mess by those horrifying teeth, you're still so, so scared.

Then everything pauses and you breathe, laying on the warm ground. you know ifs not actually ground, but if you dwell on this any more you're gonna give yourself a panic attack. then everything shifts and you're sliding downwards to your horror. please, you find yourself praying, don't let me die like this. Oh, whatever up there, whatever exists. don't let me die like this.

and on par with your usual luck, whatever up there just cackles in your face and you manage a small, hiccuping cry as you're squeezed down a tight, undulating tube. it's awfully warm and slick and with a loud gllk, you're sealed away. you squeeze your eyes shut and pretend that the warmth sliding down your face is just saliva and not tears.

It might take forever. It might take a second. You retreat into the foggy recession of your mind for a little bit until you register sliding somewhere more spacious. This is when it really sets in. You’re stuck. You’re going to die. In this soft, cushy place thrumming with warmth and gentle tightening squeezes, all you can think about is the fact that you are somewhere inside another person, you’re stuck, and there’s no getting out.

Hopelessness swamps over you immediately and you tuck yourself into whatever corner you can find in this ever shifting, curling, living space. You don’t want to think about the fact that you’re in a stomach. Or anywhere really. You can’t do anything. Maybe, if you close your eyes, it’ll be over soon. Faintly, you register the fact that you’re shaking like a leaf. Trembling.

but all you can feel is utter despair. Is it too much to ask for a home? Are you simply not born for happiness? It seems your luck has run out. Too bad there won’t be a next time to try again.

—

Okay. Maybe Lady Luck hasn’t forsaken you entirely, yet. You wake up (miraculously!) and though you find yourself still inside your captor’s stomach, you’re in one piece. It’s a slow, screeching, clawing way to full wakefulness because you feel so sleepy — something that’s immediately shattered to pieces once you hear a low, grumbly voice of the giant that’s sentenced you to a slow, painful death.

“You awake?” The walls around you contract a little as he seemingly pats his stomach lightly. You’re too petrified (and furious) to respond. Awake? What is this human playing at? Oh gods. You desperately pray that this one isn’t hoping to play around with you before killing you. “Come on, I can feel you moving in there.”

moving? More like shaking. But you don’t see a point to keeping silent much longer since he already knows you’re not asleep.

“What more do you want from me?!” You yell, and your words crack in the middle, splintering into stifled sobs. Maybe you lied, before. Warm wetness spills down your cheeks and you wipe away your tears with a soaked sleeve, sniffling pathetically. You think it’s warranted, at this point. There’s no one to make fun of you now (except the giant.) “Isn’t it bad enough that you’re gonna kill me slowly? Painfully?”

the reminder of it all just creates more fresh tears. This isn’t fair. All you wanted was a home. Somewhere that was safe. You suck in a breath through your teeth, burying your face in your knees. It does no good. You can still feel the muscles of the stomach beneath your feet.

There’s a thick silence for a moment, broken only by your stuttering cries.

“Shocking hell. I’m not — I’m not gonna kill you. I’m not gonna hurt you.” This time, the human sounds distinctly guilty. “God. No, no no. Shit.” He groans, and you sniffle. He should feel bad, you think viciously. Then your brain catches up with the rest of what he actually said, and then blue screens.

“What do you mean you’re not gonna kill me? You ate me!” You shriek, almost hysterical. The human sucks in a breath through his teeth, just barely audible from the gurgling ambiance and beat of his heart, somewhere inside the body.

“I… did do that, yeah,” he agrees slowly. “But you’re safe. I swear it. Look, I’m sorry. Don’t worry, you’re not gonna be hurt in any way, shape or form. My body is uh, weird like that.” The walls around you squeeze comfortingly, almost like a hug. To your immense dislike and surprise, it makes you feel just the slightest bit better. Gods.

“Then — why did you eat me in the first place?” You hiccup and the man sighs.

“I was. Tired.” He admits bitterly like he’s disappointed in himself for that. “I can fully own up on this — I really wasn’t thinking. I’ve got these instincts and — shock, these sound like excuses. What I’m trying to say is, it was a mistake on my part and I’m sorry. You’re safe. I’m just wondering what you were doing in my house..”

You don’t know what to make of his explanation so you just decide to keep it going. If he’s telling the truth, then you will personally make a shrine to Spider-Man like a full on Spiderite. Maybe.

“I was — I needed a place to live. My old one was demolished by some flyboys. I’m — im sorry. I didn’t know this place wasn’t abandoned. I just — I just wanted a place to call home.” You’re crying now, for real. You’re not ashamed to admit it.

The man sighs again.

“Shh. S’okay. You’re fine. You’re going to be okay. I’m gonna let you out in a bit, alright? I was wondering why Lyla kept tripping the sensor for mice… guess I got my answer.” He mutters that last part to himself and you blink at his rueful tone. This human is achingly gentle, or at least, from what you can tell. You’re hoping against hope he’s telling the truth… but he tried to comfort you. And to your disdain and slowed tears, it actually works. Damn him and his dumb deep grumbly voice. It vibrates through his body lightly, but you can feel it. “Don’t cry, I got you. We can talk more once you’re out, okay? My name’s Miguel. You’re okay.”

and because you’re that dumb, and that hopeful, you believe him. After all, Spider-Man has historically been for the people.

[https-kittyx3]

Omgg hii Is this where requests go?

I wanted to ask for a dandys world looey x circus! reader

Readers from another company and is paired up with looey and maybe they get a little competitive since they're both circus themed 🎪

keep your rivals close!

YESYESYESYES oh my god i absolutely adore looey i am SO excited to get this request!! he's my favorite toon and i main him 🩷 he's so adorable also can we talk about how adorable his festive skin is? his little TOP HAT is SO PRECIOUS AAH gushing aside, yes!! you are in the correct place!!

reader is implied to be a main toon from their company, and this is set before all the chaos happens

i'm mixing a written scenario with headcanons!! and also putting both platonic and romantic things in here just in case :3

lowercase intended || art cred

your toon handler was far too insistent on bringing you over to garden grove.

it's not that your company has never collaborated with dandy and co., but this is your first time being brought along. ever since your release, you've skyrocketed in popularity — you were becoming more sought after than the rest of your crew. sure, it may be a temporary surge in popularity, but your toon handler was dead set on taking advantage of the situation.

so, here you were; tossed into garden grove with the expectation to perform a circus act alongside looey in the next coming days.

"hey! you're looey, right?" you extend a limb towards looey expectantly, "it's nice to meet you! i can't wait to perform with you!"

looey grabs your hand in return, shaking it gratefully, "likewise! it's so great to see another circus toon!"

that greeting was the most positive interaction you've had. after that, it all went downhill — but subtly. slowly.

to practice for the performance, you and looey decided to show off what you both can do. it started off simple: balancing on a ball, juggling pins... until it became a competition of who can do it better.

looey shows off his ability to turn his balloon limbs into shapes, while you create an entire replica of him with your balloons. you juggle five pins at the same time, while looey doubles it and juggles ten.

looey balances on a unicycle, and you balance on it while standing on the seat. you walk across a thin tightrope while balancing juggling, and looey does it while doing a handstand.

this goes on, and on, and on — you both manage to one-up each other each time you try something, leaving you both competing to see who's better. but there's a problem: you're both really good. it's clear that this small rivalry is never going to end.

you and looey go until you've both collapsed to the ground, exhausted and overworked. looey is visibly deflating, and you can barely pick yourself up.

"you're... haahh... really good," you admit, picking up your head enough to see him similarly flopped to the ground. looey grins at you, his ears picking up slightly, "thanks! you're really good, too!"

PLATONIC

from then on, you became pretty good friends with looey

your little competitions never stopped, of course, but they always started with one of you saying "want to see who can do [x] better?"

it always lands in the two of you going until one of the other toons stops you, or you both get too tired.

you and looey came up with a secret handshake that you do every time you visit garden grove, or the rare times that looey visits you

after a successful first performance, you and looey became a common duo seen doing performances and having collaborative episodes together — the children absolutely love seeing you and looey perform together.

it's a point of pride for you both :3

ROMANTIC

i headcanon that when looey is flustered, he deflates a little bit

the competitions you both have still happen, of course, but you always make sure not to exhaust each other out of concern.

you also end up playfully arguing about who gets to take care of who when it does end up happening

looey absolutely loves giving you hugs. he's even worse than goob when it comes to you, because it's almost like he doesn't want to let go

looey is rather insecure, though - he gets worried that no one is watching him when he performs, and by extension he worries sometimes that you don't recognize all of his efforts

hold his face, tell him "i see you, looey, and i love you", and you'll need to go get the helium pump... he completely deflates when you praise him.

[bratphilia]

sooo ummmm william feeling like a perv for wanting reader (bcs of age difference) + reader being the dominant one……………..

yesyesyesyes

from the moment you catch steve, your neighbor who lives across the street, peeping at you while watering his garden, you start to purposefully undress out in front of the window just to give him a show.

on top of that, you frequently take more walks around the neighborhood. strolling around in pretty outfits that show off your cleavage, your ass, or your pretty legs — or sometimes even showing off it all in a tight, short dress that ends around your upper thighs! only if you think he deserves it, of course. you wave at him and smile innocently every time, making a point to stop in front of his house. he flashes a quick smile back at you, but immediately turns back to what he was doing, clearly embarrassed he was caught in the act of creeping on you.

it's clear he's not going to make the first move, so you take the initiative yourself.

you knock on his door, wearing that tiny black dress and matching black heels. the moment he opens the door? his adorable, already flustered face appears and his eyes are raking up and down your body, before he clears his throat and asks how he can help you.

in due time, that dress is thrown somewhere around his bedroom floor, forgotten. you're smothering your delicious cunt on top of his face as he moans onto your clit, leaving vibrations that make your core pulse. your thighs are red from his beard scratching against you.

you tug on his hair and he groans at every pull. "doing so good for me, baby. your tongue feels so good."

shortly after you gush on his face, you pull away from him. he looks like a kicked puppy, clearly missing you on top of him. instead you're straddling his hips and undoing his belt. you smirk as you pull his hard cock out of his boxers and pump him ever so slowly. he sits up and leans on his elbows, practically salivating at the attention you're giving him. you shoot him the most innocent eyes you can muster up as you lean down and kitten lick the tip of his cock. he throws his head back and groans, bucking his hips up.

"so needy," you comment. he's such a freak for wanting this so badly, you think, for being so desperate to fuck you. he fits the dirty old man trope to a 't' and you absolutely eat it up.

letting go of steve's cock you position yourself on top of it and sink yourself down. he lays back down as you start riding him in rapid succession. you lean over to grasp at his shoulders for leverage, moving up and down. by the loudness of the noises he's making, he's obviously enjoying this, which turns you on even more and encourages you to go faster.

"fuck, i'm gonna come," he practically whines and it makes you grin.

"gonna come for me? bet you came in your pants the first time you saw me, huh? you fucking pervert," you say, earning a moan from him. he's not disagreeing which makes you want to laugh at how pathetic he is.

you slow down your movements. you want to make him beg.

"please," he says almost automatically. practically whines it actually. "please, 'been so good for you."

"hmm," you pretend to ponder. "i guess."

he reaches upwards to grasp at your breasts, but stops half way. "may i touch them?"

you guide his hands to touch your nipples and watch his eyes widen as they turn into hard little peaks. he connects his mouth to your left nipple and begins to suck earnestly, flicking it rapidly with his tongue.

steve's attentiveness is getting to you. you move faster on his dick, not just for his sake but for yours too. you're right on the edge when you pull him close to you, stopping your movements right when he's buried inside of you to the hilt. he moans as he comes before you and the feeling of his semen shooting into you pushes you to orgasm instantly.

when you roll over next to him, he's looking up at the ceiling still trying to catch his breath. you run circles over his bare chest, brushing your fingers through the patches of hairs there and tracing the scars around the area.

[smokee-bee]

uhh idk if you still exist here but are you planning to make any other merch (specifically clothing)?

YESYESYESYES ABSOLUTELY!!! Right now it’s just a bit difficult to find a company that allows me to have a ton of creative freedom while also having high quality clothes.

But trust me, I’ve had sketches and notes about merch designs for over a year now

[sleepy-the-loz-enthusiast]

Whenever I write fics I like to say that Sky's already been married for a little while. Probably only 1-2 years, and that he's just always been very loving to Sun. I don't remember if he's just dating her canonically, or if they're engaged already, or what, but I think they deserve to be happy together after everything they've been through.

I also like to say that Sky started playing the harp as an excuse to spend more time with Sun, but then over time he became genuinely invested in it and takes practicing and improving more seriously than Sun does. Although they both do it for the enjoyment they get out of it and sometimes as a bonding activity.

Hope you feel better soon. ❤️

Yesyesyesyes you are absolutely correct-

In Skyward Sword if you go into Zelda/Sun's room, you can see she has an envelope with a heart on it on her desk and considering how she says that she has something she needs to tell Link/Sky right before Ghirahim's tornado strikes... yeah I'm guessing that those two weren't quite dating at the start of the game, but the feelings were definitely there !

As for the harp, I absolutely love this and the mental image of them playing the harp together as a bonding activity is adorable-

Thank you so much, you're very kind and I genuinely appreciate it :"]