#༄dee answers

[moondirti]

wait i saw that post late about you asking if anyone wants to hear about the gaz fic idea you have and i would LOVE to eat any crumbs you want to offer

HI SWEETEST! (ɔ˘ ³(ˆ‿ˆc)

i love writing gaz as this once morally righteous figure who slowly starts to lose his grip with when he joins the 141, and i want to do something with that in a long-form one shot. perhaps one where the reader character is someone from his past – someone he was super close to before he enlisted but lost touch with over the years. and perhaps, while he's on enforced medical discharge back home, they meet again in the most unconventional sense.

that is, in my head, i imagine her pickpocketing him on the tube and getting caught in the act. kyle sees it as a stroke of fate (oh how he hasn't been able to stop thinking about her!) yet all she can muster is resentful tears and frustrated attempts to get him to leave her alone. because he's been radio silent for the past three years. because he abandoned her when he promised he'd be there no matter what. left her to fend for herself as he went on some life-threatening, ethically questionable tour of the world, all her voiced reservations on the military aside.

he's happy to see her because he missed his best friend, but she isn't the same person she was back then. and he isn't either.

now he has the gall to inquire why she feels the need to steal – there are much more lawful ways to make a living. if you're struggling, doll, i can help. that's what friends are for, yeah? – like his hands aren't stained in the blood of innocent women and children. it's so hypocritical of him that you can't hold your tongue. you spit out insults like venom, frothy wake up calls spewed in the middle of a crowded train. take a good hard look at yourself, garrick. if i'm a criminal, then what have you become?

i have yet to figure out where it goes from there but the gist of it is: friends to enemies to lovers. lots of angst. questions of morality & unlikable protagonists.

[cits-kirby-brainrot]

Sailor dee or Bandee please

The Wawa Siblings

[pinkd3mon]

Kirby deals with existential crisis and Bandana is a good friend

[starflungwaddledee]

Gimme that GOOD shit girlie 💅✨ (Starstruck x Galacta knight)

✧˖°. give up what you love, before it does you in .°˖✧

[respectthepetty]

I told all of y'all vampire people to pray for a gym bros and heist BL, and guess what, mi gente? PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED!

WE'RE GETTING A HEIST BL!

Dee Hup House is on the credits, so even though I got beef with them, I love Director Tee and Cinematographer Jim!

We got Prom as Tattoo!

We got Bonz as Hoy!

We got Mark as Aran.

We got Yin as Jack.

And we got War as Joker!

AND HE HAS A TATTOO!

Thank you, Jesus!

Jack & Joker are going to be gay.

AND DO CRIME!

I am living in your walls, Dee Hup House. You better deliver my dream to me.

Or else.

Amen.

[dearlymrme]

Hi can you pleaaaaassse do HCs about Copias corruption kink I’ll literally die

Have a little short nonny.

Innocence Is Overated (Copia x Reader)

You both have a kink.

Who does Papa turn to for confession with all his predecessors dead?

Copia has to try hard to convince himself once in a while. He’s a good man. He’s an honest man, well, sure, there's a little white lie once in a while, but he’s never hurt anybody with it. He’s never stolen, and he’s worked hard to get where he is now. (Even though he’s almost certain his name was drawn from a hat.) He keeps everything tidy. He’s frank. He’s polite. He’s a good man.

But his eyes are on you.

You’re new to the sisterhood and still wet behind the ears, with your habit on proper and not a hair out of place. You’re bright, you’re shiny, you’re fresh. You have a soft voice, a shy smile, and despite being a Sister of Sin, you have innocent eyes. He always sees you working, helping someone with their tasks or chores, volunteering to do more. You’re wonderful with the children, compassionate with the ghouls, and come up with fun games for both of them. You’re full of energy, your kind, you have such a sweet smile and give it to everyone, including him, you light up like a festive float anytime you cross someone in the halls. You're just so…pure.

And he wants to see you absolutely destroyed. He wants to see your mascara running with tears down your flushed cheeks. He wants to see your lipstick smeared and your lips puffy and kiss swollen. He was to see your neck decorated with a choker of bruises. He wants to see your tits suckled with bite marks. He wants to see your pussy, puffy and gummed with his leaking cum. He wants to take this pure ray of sunshine and turn it into the dirtiest fucking poster whore he can. He wants to wreck you in every way possible. Stain you in such a way nobody else will want you.

He’s a good man. He swears.

But any time he gets alone in his office, he imagines you and his cock throbs. He imagines you in his office dressed in all manner of skimpy things. Sometimes, it's your habit. Sometimes, it's a cute little plaid skirt. But more often, it's something white. Whatever it is he's flipping up your dress to slide off your cute panties (polka-dot, soft little clouds, even kittens) and stuffing his face between your thighs until your legs are quivering and you can barely stand. He imagines fingering your tight cunt and curling his digits until you sob his name just right and licks his lips at the thought of getting you to squelch.

He wonders if you’ve ever sucked cock before. He wraps a hand around his dick as it jumps at the thought that he’d be your first. Your eyes wide in alarm as he reveals to you his thick fat member and guides your hands down to wrap around it and get a feel for just how large he is. He’s the thickest you’ve ever had.

He imagines you swallowing nervously and looking up at him with a hint of fear.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He promises. Oh don’t worry, he will. He’ll be gentle up until he manages to get half of it down your throat and then shoves in the other half without remorse. He’ll apologize. ‘An accident.’ He swears. But after that first gag and those first tracks of tears down your cheeks you’ll get the idea. You’ll try your hardest to get all of him down your throat, your pretty pink lips stretched around his cock and shiny with precum, spit, and your cherry chapstick.

He’d shower you with compliments and praise. You’d love it. He’ll help you discover your kink for it.

“Doing so good, taking me so well.” Your face would flush, and your thighs would rub together. You gag, you try your hardest to take him but your jaw hurts and he pulls you off gently by your chin and slaps your cheek with his wet, spit slick cock.

“Look at what you're doing to me. All that is for you. You're making me feel so good. Look how hard and wet I am for you." And you're wet and frustrated before he guides you to the bed and has you lay down. He pulls your legs apart and lines himself up.

Belial, you would be so tight, or perhaps it’s just been too long for you. Either way, you grip him like a vice and whimper when he stuffs you with his cock, he can feel your walls sucking him in and flexing around him as he pushes further and further into you and-

Copia grunts as the band in his lower stomach snaps and cum jets from his cock. He tightens his hand over his dick and squeezes before slowly gliding his fist over his shaft and milks himself of his release.

He sighs, slouching on his bed pillows, and lets his orgasm rumble through him. Then he reaches the nightstand and takes a few tissues, and cleans himself up.

This is always where the fantasy ends. He simply can’t help himself.

Satanas, what he would give for the real thing.

He's in the midst of cleaning up for the night when he hears a knock from his door and goes to answer only to finding you there with a flush on your face, that same flush he had been fantasizing about mere minutes ago. You're wearing a simple but thin tee-shirt with cartoon characters and a pair of shorts.

"Hello Papa...do you have a minute to talk?" And you're shifting your thighs just so, and he can't help but glance at your cleavage so obviously pronounced in your shirt. There, he sees a ruby red fabric with white circles, just barrly oeaking out from the low collar of your shirt.

Polka-dots.

And well...

...He does try very hard to be a good man.

[dameronscopilot]

🍑: maybe this is overrated but Steven Grant + breeding kink.

steven grant x f!reader

18+ — breeding kink, unprotected p in v, creampie, dirty talk

"Yeah, well Steven's got a goddamn breeding kink the size of Europe."

Jake's words come back to you unbidden while you're riding Steven's cock—he'd grumbled them so petulantly the other day when you'd teased him for how quickly he'd opted for the latter choice when you let him pick between fucking your cunt or your ass.

Curiosity piqued at the feeling of Steven's muscles tightening beneath you, his thrusts growing sloppy with his impending orgasm, you whine—

"Want you to fill me up, Steven."

Steven's hips stutter in response, his eyes going wide. "You...you what?"

"Come inside of me," you pant, running a hand through his sweaty curls.

"Yeah?"

He groans as you nod, and with your tits hanging over his face, he cranes his neck in an attempt to get his lips on one of them. You shiver at the feeling of his tongue swiping across a peaked nipple as he continues to push and drag his cock through your slick channel.

Without warning, Steven flips you over, hair brushing across your forehead as he leans over you, something feral in his gaze.

"Gonna fill you with so much cum you're not gonna know what to do with it all, love," he rasps, voice rough, hips snapping into yours so hard the bed frame creaks in protest.

Searing pleasure coils hot and tight in your gut as he cups the side of your face, continuing, "Gonna fuck it right back inside of you when it starts dripping out."

You whimper at the thought of your soaked pussy wetly squelching as Steven plunges back into your hot core, cum pouring down the inside of your sticky thighs and all over the sheets.

"You want me to fuck a baby into you, love?" he asks, voice tinged with desperation.

"Please, Steven."

"Fuck," he pants, chest heaving. "Wanna see your tits all round and swollen with milk."

And fuck if that doesn't send you hurtling over the edge, your cunt clenching down on Steven's throbbing cock as your orgasm punches through your body. He follows moments later, emptying himself inside of you.

▸more appeteasers 🍑

[alwaysonthemend]

Best Jake writer?

Best Josh writer?

Best Sam writer?

Best Daniel writer?

In your opinion?

okay so it is literally impossible for me to choose just one writer for each of the boys so im j gonna link some of my fav fics - which is also rlly hard bc there's so many amazing writers on here. so here are just a FEW that come to mind :)

also i mostly read jake fics with a few sprinklings of josh fics so im very sorry that i dont have as many sam and danny recs

jake:

anything by @jakeyt

anything by @gretavanlace

anything by @sparrowofthedawnsworld

anything by @lightmylove-gvf

you first by @geminisecrets

little wing by @daisyful-gvf

so sweet by @profitofthedune

indifferent by @indigostardustchords

a night of revelry by @threadandlace

you don't even know by @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine

behind closed doors by @anthemofgvf

cursed by @lightmylove-gvf

karaoke nights at the hooded crow by @finestoflines

reflection by @vanfleeter

pick yourself up by @ageofhearingloss

imperfect moments by @abeautylives

bring the rain by @tearsofstarlust

josh:

anything by @joshym

trinity by @lightmylove-gvf

trip around the sun by @abeautylives

stars collide by @gretavanlace

knock at the cabin @tearsofcaravel

the sex scene by @lightmylove-gvf

woman in a dream by @rhinestoneskye

endless summer by @anthemofgvf

piano man by @losfacedevil

danny:

distorted hues by @jakeyt

stroke me by @hyperfixated-gvf

a cowgirl's dream by @hearts-hunger

laundry room shenanigans by @allieisacrybaby

fade into you by @builtbybrokenbells

can't hold back by @spark-my-nature

sammy:

why don't you make me by @joshym

best bad habit by @sinsofstardust

reflections by @sunshinevanfleet

to be loved by you by @sacredjake

sweet peach by @hearts-hunger

this is the hardest thing i've ever done 😭

there's so many good fics but this is the best i can do rn. honestly i might j keep adding to this when i can

[wet-bed]

Question 1: where did you get your kirby plushies

Question 2: did you ever get in trouble for putting them in the freezers

1.

2.

[pezhead]

Okay. I Had a shower thought. If 2012 Donnie had a moment where he breaks down, most likely away from everyone, would Raph be the best to comfort him??? I feel like he would, like by asking him about his brothers and what they're like🥰 sorry, I cant get the image out of my head of the two tallest curled up in a corner like that.

❤️💜RAPH'S HUGS CURE DEPRESSION❤️💜

This might be an unpopular opinion, but I do think Rise Raph is better at comforting than the rest of this brothers (even Dr Feelings). Boy has so much big bro experience~

[sirendeepity]

I hate how Rhysand and the IC suffered no consequences and didn't even have the decency to apologise for withholding such important information from Nesta but Nesta was the one who had to be punished for coming clean to her sister in an attempt to avenge them both (canon). She didn't mince her words while saying how they didn't respect her as the HL and this fact was just never paid any heed in the entire book thereafter ...? Questionable.

She even apologised! (Though there was nothing wrong with what she said but Feyre should have been relayed this info more...gently?)

Never heard Rhysand apologise to her or Feyre.

This MF book gets on my nerves istg

Oh, pookie, I feel you.

SJM's favoritism toward Rhysand is murdering his character. She wants us to believe that he is so good and kind and open-minded and better than everyone because he is just so misunderstood, and then does... This?

Should have Nesta found a more appropriate way to break the news to Feyre? Sure, no one can argue with that. Oh wait, I can, because it shouldn't have been Nesta in the first place. It should have been Rhysand, you know, her mate and husband, or better yet! It should've been Madja!! The very first person who must've realized such a thing would more likely happen since she's their personal healer, but willingly chose to withhold that information from the High Lady mother to later share it in private with Rhysand. Ew. How she still has her job is beyond me. She should have her licence revoked, or whatever. But I digress.

It's not just the act in and of itself (of Nesta telling Feyre), but also everything around it, leading to it. Madja, as I said above, but also the rest of the IC. I'm sorry but, what the fuck? Isn't she supposed to be their friend, too? Their sister? She's their High Lady, for fuck's sake. HIGH LADY!! EQUAL IN EVERY DAMN WAY TO RHYS! And then some, because Rhysand could only wish he was more like Feyre.

And then they had the audacity to punish Nesta for it? For doing what they should've done a long time before? Are we insane?

Feyre didn't even stay mad at Rhys for a full night, but Nesta had to go through that Hike from Hell for a week straight? And Sarah really tried to make it look like that was a long-time-coming thing? Like we, as readers, would see it as a "close the circle" moment, The Healing Of Nesta Archeron? Fuck you, Sarah.

It's been a while now since I started to make a very specific distinction between the Hike scene and the Lake scene.

The lake, when she broke down and cried out 25 years worth of pain and regret? Good, we liked it, it was fifty shades of sad. Closing an eye on the weird beginning of Cassian's monologue being like "I won't tell you how I did x, y and z, but actually I will", but overall it was A Moment.

The hike, on the other hand? Yeah. Not a fucking chance.

Then again, SJM has this weird view of sex, so I can bet Rhys got a good lick between Feyre's legs, maybe fucked her real nice, and that counted as an apology for withholding vital information about the pregnancy from the, you know, pregnant woman. Disgusting.

[moondirti]

(first time doing a ask bare with me)

pretty please a continue of the house distribution thing. the fic where she does military housing to afford rent. just a continuation please 🙏🏽

feel free to skip if your mind is just blank with ideas for it x

simon riley / afab! reader • part one cw: dubcon, intoxication, spanking, wedgies, degradation, dacryphilia, very mild puppy play (mostly just pet names)

"Well, aren' you a sight."

Much like the lamplight, his voice is low. Mocking, almost. You'd think he were amused if it weren't for the dangerous way his eyes assess your sorry state, raking the lines of your bare legs to the way your dress wraps tight around your chest. It almost escapes you that he's maskless at first, so entranced by the glint of his pupils, the shadowed irises that pinch a deep, very primal nerve in you.

His lips curl into an uneven sneer, scar dissecting the bottom and running down to his chin. You wipe your nose with the heel of your hand, giving your best attempt at an apathetic shrug.

"I had fun."

"Did'ya now?" He laughs humourlessly. "Mus' have different ideas of fun, me and you. Can' see the fun in getting pissed out'f my mind, worryin' the people in your life by stayin' out s'late."

Spite flares, fear slinking back your throat to make room for the petulance that froths on your tongue like venom. It completely poisons his admission to the fact that he'd been worried, turns it into something pathetic and hypocritical. You storm closer. Wild. Angry.

"That's fucking rich coming from you. What is your idea of fun, then, Lieutenant? Tormenting women who open up their home to you? Walking in on them in the bathroom, pissing all over the fucking seat? Does it grant you satisfaction to make people so uncomfortable that they'd rather be anywhere but with you?"

His jaw tenses, a "careful, pet." grunted under his breath, but he makes no move to stop you. Just continues sitting on your couch, legs spread, simmering. Waiting for you to tire out.

"Shut the fuck up. Oh my god. Oh my god. I can hardly be at bloody peace in my own house anymore! You're- You're... A fucking nightmare, Riley! So excuse me if I went out and enjoyed myself when I haven't been able to do so in weeks!"

By the end of your little tirade, you're an even worse mess than you had been before. Flyaways stick to your sweaty temple, mascara rims your blown eyes. Your panting does nothing to calm the frantic race of your heart, which beats at your ribcage like doldrums to war. You can feel the effects of it everywhere; your pulse, hot and quick, at your eyebrow, your wrists, the arch of your foot.

Riley stands. Your lip trembles.

You're so close now that your gaze is level with his chest. Tall. You'd forgotten how tall he was. Or how wide. Or dangerous. His biceps – bare given his tight-fitted t-shirt, tree-trunk large and enough to crush watermelons – tense, and all-too-suddenly, you find your jaw clutched in a bruising grip. He jerks your head up so your eyes meet his.

"Simon." He mutters. "But you don't get to call me tha', or anything at all but Sir."

"Letmegomff–" You're rendered mute when his thumb and forefinger press your cheeks together, but that certainly doesn't stop you from whining.

"Y'wanna know my idea of a good time?" Purely rhetorical, of course. Aside from not being able to answer him, it doesn't matter what you want. There's a clear direction this seems to be heading towards – someplace where the hand pawing your ass continues lower, or where the length in his pants fits down your throat. Someplace not unwelcome by you, despite the way you thrash and cry in his arms. "It's putting foul things like you in their place."

He shucks your dress over your ass, the fabric bunching around your waist, and hooks a fist in the waistline of your soaked panties. Your mind is so foggy, influenced by shitty tequila and the subspace Simon bullies you into embracing, that you don't process the cause of your pain immediately. Don't correlate it to the way he pulls upward, your underwear bunching into a tight line that cleaves between your ass-cheeks and rubs abrasively against your poor clit. Don't– can't confront it until the force literally picks you up off the floor, toes barely touching the ground, held up by a wedgie and the grip around your jaw alone.

Tears spring to your lash line, tracing miserable treks down your cheeks. His thumb swipes what it can away, pushing the salty water into your mouth, and stays there while you lap at his calloused fingertips.

"There we go. Look at you, brainless mutt. Jus' need something on your cunt and something in your mouth to keep you quiet, hm? Happy to hang li'e this for hours, I bet."

Your muffled yell is met with another laugh, thumb pushing deeper into your mouth to shut you up.

"Shh, I know. Still need'ta be taught a lesson. I haven' forgotten." The stitches on your panties begin to tear, the rips loud and relieving, especially when you start to sag back down to the floor. Simon doesn't take it with any kind of urgency, though he cocks his head at the way you blink up at him, lashes fanning in rapid succession. An unspoken, desperate plea. "Was gonna hold out, get you sobered up for your punishment. But you're practically itchin' for it, aren' you?"

He puppets your head into an enthusiastic nod, which he meets with a faux huff.

"Course you are." The forbearing quality of his tone is promptly betrayed by the way you're manhandled over his lap. Pivoting one hand opposite to the other, he's able to sit on the couch and get you thrown over his thighs in a mere matter of seconds. "Normally I'd make y'count, but I figure you're too far gone for that. Jus' try to keep your wailing quiet."

Your underwear gives in with a final tug, ripping from the soaked gusset to become nothing but a flimsy piece of fabric around your hips. Simon swipes the tattered remains off your raised bottom, taking longer than necessary to smooth over the area. It's all the indication you need to what's coming – his rough palm teases the nerve endings below your softer skin, bringing them to frenzied life. Preparing them to hurt.

When he breaks away, you hold your breath.

The air behind you whistles as his hand comes down.

A sharp, resounding crack fractures the baited silence of the room. Your mouth flies open. Searing pain roars across your backside like wildfire, worsening every second it's exposed to open elements. Your scream is belated, thunder to the lightening, tearing from your throat only after the initial shock subsides.

A series of lighter blows land on alternating cheeks, two fingers returning to gag you through the onslaught. Unlike his thumb, these reach the very back of your tonsils, prompting wet gags as they fondle with your throat. Drool dribbles from the corners of your lips, slicking your chin with lipstick-tinted fluid.

"Fuckin' beautiful when you're not givin' an attitude, puppy. All stupid and submissive, cunt droolin' on my lap."

You groan, choke, then cry some more when his spanks grow incrementally harsher again. Gratefully, they're never in the same place twice. He beats the top of your thighs, your lower back, the sides of your hips. Your cheeks especially, which start to emit a steady kind of heat the longer he keeps it up.

Eventually, as a matter of coping, your brain starts to consider the cruel sting as pleasurable instead, sending little bolts of pleasure directly to your clit every time his hand comes down on your ass. It swells, fattening up with blood, pressing tighter against the steady mass of his thigh. Inadvertently, you start rutting against it to find more of the same relief, humping his leg like the dog he's making you out to be.

It doesn't escape his notice, of course.

His foot pushes one of your flailing ankles outward so that your legs are spread, pussy made vulnerable to his scrutiny. The next slap is thus aimed straight at your fluttering hole, slick doing nothing to affect his deadly precision. When it lands, it lands exactly where he meant for it to, and introduces you to a whole other degree of pain that has you seeing stars. You're openly bawling around his fingers now, vision so cloudy you can't tell light from dark.

"Didn' like tha', did you?"

"Nngh– nmmph!"

"There's more where it came from, pup. Best listen to everythin' I say from now on, then, 'less you wan' your little hole beat black 'n' blue."

Simon stresses his point by tracing the seam of your cunt, collecting the lubrication there to smear across the hotspot at the top. Presses into it. Grants you a little gratification, as if to say: and here's what you can have if you behave.

"You gonna be a good pet?"

This time, he withdraws his fingers from your maw. Expects a response, even though it takes you ages to recover from the lack of oxygen. You swallow the saliva pooling behind your teeth, inhaling ragged gasps that make your lungs ache.

He pinches your clit when you take too long. Lightly, but it's enough.

"Yes! Yes, s-sir. I'll be good."

[somethinginworl]

ribbon: i get now just like zero you're probably waiting for the right moment to take advantage of me (the zero trauma is still fresh so she not thinking straight)

kirby: well, alright then, if your gonna treat me like this just because I'm void I WANT A DIVORCE! I'm also taking waddle

ribbon: well then im taking ado!

waddle dee who is being carried by Kirby easily because of god strength: wait a minute wtf?

ENOUGH "taking the kids in the divorce", now it's "taking the adults in the divorce"

[pinkd3mon]

Hello, if you’re still taking drawing requests?? I just finished forgotten land and there’s so many thoughts in my head abt it lol. Could you draw Kirby, bandana and elfilin sitting at the cafe eating something?

Also you don’t have to draw this one but a friend and I joke that elfilin eats like fecto forgo lol (bc of the no mouth)

Thankyou so much!!!

He's a quirky little guy (gender neutral)

[starflungwaddledee]

wanted to do a "year" in review, though actually i only joined tumblr in october! so instead i just did twelve pieces i'm proud of, in roughly chronological order!

can't believe it's been three months? feels both longer and shorter at the same time! thank you so much for having me, i'm looking forward to creating more art and interacting more with this wonderful community in the new year!

ps. for fun: if you remember what art piece you found me through, or your favourite of mine, i'd love to know in the comments!!

[mint-termsandconditions]

HAPY A-ROPE-MANTIC AWARENESS WEEK!!!

That’s why for this entire week I’ll be posting Rope MF

They’re my only canonically aroace character in my Kirby oc batch (everyone else is up in the air)

after that I’ll be back to Kirby-post that isn’t of related!

Now I’m gonna post 3 fun facts:

Rope MF does not know lgbt terms:

In fact they think Aromantic means that they’re attracted to arrows, which they are not.

2. Rope MF is canonically an adult!

younger than King Dedede and Meta Knight but older than Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee:

3. As silly as Rope MF is as a concept he’s actually really annoying if he did exist.

Imagine those annoying missionaries trying to spread the word of the lord but instead of god it’s about ropes: