SpazzingCookies

im a shit at writing but i take requests. I only do SFW! also find me here: https://www.wattpad.com/user/SpazzingCookies

[spazzingcookies]

ok so i know this account is not as active

but i have an ao3 now

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Spazzingcookies

You can still send asks, (like head cannons or story ideas) just keep in mind I mostly keep it sfw

Characters you can send asks about: Gannondorf, reaper overwatch, solider 76, sans undertale (maybe some aus), black hat, shadow the hedgehog, infinite the jackle, zurg, buzz lightyear, warp dark matter, batman

[spazzingcookies]

Batman is on the brain

Please send help. (Or ideas.)

[spazzingcookies]

Ok so... I kinda got an idea.

Would anyone mind helping me out? Just to bounce ideas so I can write it

[spazzingcookies]

Batman is on the brain

Please send help. (Or ideas.)

[spazzingcookies]

Could we get more zurg x reader please?

(It can be whatever,I hunger for more zurg)

So been a hot min. Have some hc of zurge and his cape

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Zurg was intimidating. Who wouldn't be scard of this man?

Well (y/n) was not, but they sure as hell saw the fear on everyone else.

Every being would scrable out of zurg's way, expect (y/n). They was the only being allowed to be so close to him.

(Y/n) could get away with a lot of things, and zurg let's them. From holding hands to just leaning on zurg.

Zurg's favorite thing is to hold his dear under his cape. He thinks of it as a bit of protection for (y/n). Even if there was no danger.

He will use the cape to cover (y/n) from any blast, then are care of the enemy.

If xurg is walking around the base, there's a change (y/n) is following behind, in his cape.

If (y/n) dosnt feel like walking she will just sit on His cape, letting zurg drag her. pretending that nothing is there. It's a fun ride,

just hope no one asks zurg about it. The first time a grub asked about (y/n) being dragged, zurg acted like (y/n) was not there. Even if he could hear (y/n)'s giggles.

The 2nd time someone asked they were tossed out a window, or the airlock. Whichever did the job.

Thankful no one asked after that.

If they were snuggling and (y/n) fell asleep on his cape, he would do one of two things

1) this is his life now he's not moving

Or 2) would try to wait till you woke up but if he had work to do would take off his cape and put the rest around (y/n)

[atomiclace]

these are my mutuals. they know who they are

[chaomother]

it's time for another "how they sleep with you" headcanons. The choosen one of this time is... Infinite the Jackal!

First, i'll give you a little context. After the death of his comrades, Zero couldn't sleep peacefully again in a long time, always being haunted by the same nightmares that showed how weak he was that night. After waking up, the Jackal would be reluctant on going back to sleep, which resulted in visible dark circles under his eyes. This is one of the reasons why he always wears his metal mask, a way to hide one of his weakness when he became Infinite, just like the Phantom Ruby.

Even if Infinite is comfortable enough to sleep with you, he won't remove the mask to lay in bed. "I don't want you to see what's under this, Y/N" he would say, scared that you'd laugh if you saw him vulnerable again as Zero. One night, the nightmares came back, horrible as always; when Infinite woke up, he was shaking. After some seconds staring at nothing, trying to forget his bad dream, he looked at your sleeping figure. For one moment, the fear took control and he didn't even remembered if you were alive; unconciosly, Infinite lowered his head and pressed his ear to your chest. The jackal was immensily relieved when your heart beated as usual, but he didn't pull his head away, the sound of your heart and the conclusion that you were safe made Infinite relax. 'They are fine. They are fine, I won't fail with them, i promise. I won't let anyone kill you' it was the last thought before he closed his eyes.

After this night, Infinite noticed that his nightmares became rarer and also they didn't affected him as much, but this didn't stopped him from laying his head on you every night. Maybe at some time, he will be ready to show you his face.

-🦊 i didn't thought this headcanon would be so long. I really got carried away.

[shadows-writing-lounge]

Content: Phantom Ganon(dorfs) Headcanons. General and GN reader.

threesomes+ and cuckoldry mentioned. Phantom Ganon will be refered to as P.G for convenience. Personal thoughts on the P.G and their sources.

Reader Info: you/your, gender neutral no bodily mentions.

General Headcanons

P.G's Goods

Each P.G closely reflects their counterparts.(With the exception of the Phantom Riders from TP) Their stature, and endowments match but their temperaments are more mellow. Oot Phantom Ganondorf is the most diverging from the original personality of Ganondorf. From the implication of him being some sort of spirit or demon molded by Ganondorf into his own likeness before being discarded upon his failure.

The other Phantoms are probably made in similar ways or more akin to dark Link. Where they are an aspect of his personality/will reflected. Otherwise they are beings of pure magic. A mixture of magic and Gloom in the case of ToTK P.G.

It seems like an unnecessary task to craft genitalia for something intended kill or distract the hero of that age but I don't care they have junk in this blog.

WW P.G is more of a vague representation than an proper replica of Ganondorf. One of the spectral P.Gs and looks malleable so he might be adjustable.

Oot is most likely the only P.G to produce semen as he seems to have an actual physical body instead of one spectral/solid magic. So expect most of them to be dry orgasms.

Oot is probably the only one with a warm body.

ToTK P.G if they produce ejaculate is probably made of Gloom so not the best for long term health. Ignoring them being made of Gloom in the first place.

Some are mute. Others more vocal than their Ganon(dorf) counterparts. Some instances might be talkative during and after.

I been thinking about the Phantom Riders and ToTK P.Gs which can appear in numbers. A little idea of Ganondorf summoning them to tend to you while he watches. ToTK being more likely.

They may reflect Ganon's feelings more opaquely than their counterparts.

P.G's Kinks

Depending on which P.G you're talking about they likely share kinks or are more distinctly different.

-Sensation Play. I feel like most P.Gs are cold not uncomfortably so but either room temperature or slightly under. Plus magic and Gloom will feel different from flesh. Magic seems tingly similar to touching an old static TV screen or a less uncomfortable pins and needles.

Gloom I'm let sure. Probably like some sort of slime. Where it feels cool and wet but it's actually dry and a little sticky. Though none of the Gloom from P.G will rub off.

-P.Gs probably aren't going to get worn out so marathon sex is easy to achieve. They'll continue until their partner is worn out. Some will be pleased with themselves other content that they fulfilled their duty.

-Speaking of duty. If a P.G is summoned for sexual purposes they won't bother undressing for the tasks. They are Ganondorf sized so their hands are enough to please if penetration is involved. They would if asked they're their to please after all.

-OoT P.G is probably the most submissive to any Ganon(dorf) adjacent character. Specially if he's pulled back out from The Gap Between Dimensions. The most eager to complete any task to not be returned to that eternal emptiness.

-He's begrudgingly is into it. Being degraded and praised or full on cuckoldry. It's probably intended to be a punishment but it's not very effective.

-Just a thought if there's a difference between the two versions of the ToTK P.G.

-Would they have similar strength and just different appearances? Either way they'd have the access to Gloom hands. Restricting movements and feeling you up.

Reader Insert Headcanons

(A little imagines as well) Most Imply relations with Ganondorf as well.

P.Gs that are direct phantoms of their Ganon seem to recognize you upon seeing you. Whether they have the memories of Ganon or they were told about you they know you.

-Used to only experiencing battle they are eager to engage in an much more pleasant fight of dominance. They have to learn your body but they are quick to learn. Ganon may have to dissuade you from getting near them when he needs them to actually work.

OoT P.G needs to be introduced. Possibly originally summoned/created to guard you when Ganon is deep in royal schemes or during the seven years after he acquired the triforce. He may originally disliked his new forced rule but grow to be affectionate with you.

-He initiates on his own merit not due to residual feelings from Ganon but his own. He uses his hands most of the time not wanting to risk anything. Saying he only wished to please you would be more difficult otherwise. Though the truth is that he's greedy for you. He's jumping your bones as soon as he gets the permission.

Whether or not ToTK Ganon knows of it maybe even encourages it. The gloom hands and the attached Phantoms have gotten a liking to you. Hands holding you in places as they shed your clothes and touch your flesh. Only when they had their fill or grow too impatient do they retreat to let the phantom have it's way.

WW P.G tending to your needs while Ganondorf searches for the princess. His being sending shivers up your spine at the slightest touch. His features barely there and constantly shifting. Not that you care as his hands work their growing expertise.

WW P.G being the only phantom able to interact with a separate instance of Ganondorf than his own. Hidden away, at least you two thought you were, as P.G pleasures you. Maybe you were too noisy as HW Ganondorf stumbles upon your union.

-HW Ganondorf feeling a mixture of intrigue and slight confusion at the scene. He wouldn't mind watching this play out.

[iswearongod]

Ganondorf with a singer S/O. Specifically Oot… like oh my god. Sessions with him play his organ while S/O sing. It’s giving phantom of the opera. Will write headcanons fucking later cuz brooooooo

[spazzingcookies]

I don’t know how I ended up here, I wanted to kiss Zurg just a little but I’ve read your stuff with him and now want to kiss him harder??? Hello??

In other words I’m sleep deprived and bing read your writings of Zurg and I’m smitten thank u very much for that

And now I’m gonna go watch the cartoon bc I didn’t know that existed until now, have a good morning/afternoon/night

Heheh yes kiss him and be smitten!

I am very happy to hear you like my work so much haha! 🥺 but please get some sleep.

The cartoon is great! Even if disney wants to sweep it under the rug. If you can find it please watch it. Some episodes are on YouTube but not all (last time I checked that is)

[angelcqre]

It wasn’t supposed to happen.

The car accident least of all. His gaze is on you, intense and scathing, watching you as you struggle to not break down in tears. He knows you can’t afford the damage to your own car, much less his, and for a moment, he simply.. watches, lips twisted in wry amusement as he approaches you.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry, I didn’t see you, I’m so sorry I’m-;”

He cuts you off before you can blubber any further onto him, his voice soft and low and amused.

“Sweetheart, relax,” His lips quirk up, and it’s then that you realize that this is Bruce *fucking* Wayne, billionaire recluse who’s hand in philanthropy is beginning to show in the recovering ashes of the riddler’s attack on Gotham. “I’ll take care of it. Are you hurt?”

His hands are steady as they tilt your chin upwards, his eyes searching and intense and dark even now, but the smile that he offers you is comforting enough, thumb shifting to brush a stray tear off your cheek.

Your skin is soft.

It’s the first thing he notices - sure, it had looked soft enough from afar, but under his calloused fingertips, your hands are like silk, sheer heaven and for a moment, he considers keeping you, considers taking you home right here and now, but instead, he sets his gaze on the car behind you, already battered and the accident hasn’t helped. It was your fault, he knows this, and just as much, he knows you won’t be able to fix it.

“What’s your name?”

You babble out your name, trembling hands moving to cup his wrists, the stability that he exudes enough to be infectious, and when he hears it, it’s like music to his ears, his heart lurching in a sensation of simple

Ah

There you are.

“It’s nice to meet you, sweetheart. I’m Bruce,”

You know. Of course you know, however reclusive he is, his face is plastered over the news constantly, especially now that he’s got his finger in the pie that is Gotham’s premier charities, bankrolled almost entirely by the Wayne foundation.

He decides, then and there, that you’ll do nicely as a pet project. Still wiping at your tears, he leans in, tall frame curling in to meet yours, shifting his expression to be as reassuring as possible. He’s not.. socially adept, not as much as he should be, but he knows this one, awkward as it is.

“I’ll get this taken care of. Don’t worry. Why don’t you get lunch with me in the meantime?,”

Already, he’s got Alfred sending tow trucks, scheduling mechanics, ordering parts. It’s not difficult for him to recognize the make of your car, the model, the year, and that’s sent off too, a flick of his wrist and a murmur into his earpiece.

You nod - of course you do, it’s not like you have any choice in the matter, and you’re whisked off to The Ocelot, corner table, assured that the ratty jeans and top he’s sure was ordered off of Amazon or SHEIN or whatever the fuck else are fine for the restaurant, love, you’re with him and it’s not like The Ocelot serves lunch anyways.

They do. Any reservations have been rescheduled, so it’s just you and him in there anyways, and it’s hardly like you’d know the difference either way.

So he sits, and he listens, watches the way your lips part to form each lovely syllable, growing more animated and less despondent when you realize that no, this isn’t a trick, that he really is going to take care of it and not sue you.

All in all, he really seems like a nice guy. Quiet, but he’s got a good sense of humor, and you like the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles. At least, you tell him so, a little tipsy on the most expensive bottle of wine you’ve ever had the privilege to drink, full of food that he insisted on ordering for you if only to let you try the best things on the menu.

So when he offers to drop you off at your apartment, you enthusiastically agree to it, not realizing that he’s taking note of the building, the door number, the sound your lock makes as the key slots into the mechanism.

~

From then, you.. begin to date Billionaire Philanthropist Bruce Wayne. He’s perfectly nice, respectful and polite and honestly more than a little old fashioned, and maybe you like that, the way he insists on opening car doors for you, the way that he sends you clothing and jewelry and purses to bring along any time he invites you out.

Every invitation to a gala or charity ball is extended to you, if only for the opportunity to dress you up like a little doll, put you in expensive clothing and jewelry and coo at you, murmuring praise against the curve of your neck every time he ducks from the view of the cameras that always seem to follow him.

Nothing is too expensive for him, and though you do attempt to protest, he seems gleeful in his gifts to you, the urge to shower you with presents to endear himself to you only hampered by Alfred’s firm guidance on ‘proper courting’.

He.. rarely calls you by your name.

Always pet names, with him, always terms of endearment and suggestions of possession that you end up finding yourself flushing at, the nigh reverence in his tone enough to leave you leaning into him and pressing sweet, loving kisses to his cheek and jawline.

You’re untouched by the corruption that seems to seep into every crevice that Gotham’s foundations. Pure, in a way, so sweet and kind and good that he can’t help but want to protect you, finds himself going out of his way as the bat to ensure you get home safely from work.

Fuck, and maybe he breaks into your apartment once or twice, purely investigative, nothing perverse, he tells himself, inspecting a pair of panties that he really has no business touching. The sense of growing discomfort in his nether regions are enough of an excuse that he strips then and there, pumps his cock on your bed surrounded by the scent of you, imagining you on top of him, under him, gasping his name and begging to be filled and looking at him with dewy, glazed over, lust filled eyes.

He swears it’s not perverse.

Swears to *god* as he cums into another pair of panties, a pair he knows for sure he’s bought for you, and tucks them neatly back into your underwear drawer, shoving the first pair into a pouch in his belt.

Absolutely justifiable losses.

~

You’re so oblivious to it.

That’s what gets him more than anything else - how oblivious you are, how clueless you are to how many robberies he stops in their tracks, each interception before you’re targeted enough that you genuinely think that the city is getting safer, better.

You tell him about it over lunch, pointing at him with your fork, mouth half full of salad, and your manners are atrocious but he can’t help the way it makes him chuckle, dark eyes crinkling with warmth.

“I’m serious! I don’t - okay, look, vigilantes are bad, but like..,” A pause, for you to actually swallow, outrage flashing in your eyes as he delves into straight up laughter. “I don’t know! Maybe this guy - Batman, or whatever - maybe he’s doing something good for the city,”

He can only shrug in response - keeping his fantasies of you private and locked down.

~

And, really, the stalking keeping an eye on you comes in handy, inevitably, especially with how you tend to prefer walking home to anything actually sensical. He’d offered you a car to borrow while yours is being repaired, but you’d seemed hesitant with the expensive make, had smiled and said that your job wasn’t that far away, really, and it’s not as if you aren’t familiar with gotham - you’ve lived here for years, and you’ve been just fine.

It’s just a joyboy - nobody especially powerful, but his heart still wrenches all the same when he sees the gun aimed at your head, and he can’t stop himself from dropping on top of the aggressor, beating him to a bloody pulp and then some, his vision white with with rage and a level of possessiveness that he can’t quite comprehend.

All that’s running through his head is a pervasive sense of drive, a need to keep himself from losing anybody else, so when the man under him finally collapses, and he leans back to look at you, it takes a moment for his senses to settle back in, for the blood rushing through his ears to lower from the roar.

He realizes you’re speaking, babbling in the same way you did when he first met you, and the memory is enough to bring a wry twist of his lips, amusement flashing in those dark, masked eyes.

“And I was just walking - I’m sorry, are you hurt? Did he hurt you? Oh my god, are you bleeding?,”

There isn’t any fear in your eyes, but your eyes are glued to the gun in the perp’s hand, the smoke rising off of it, and he idly realizes that he must have fired it in the fall.

The bat rises, that twist of his lips compelling and familiar, and strides towards you, assessing you with a familiar sort of scrutiny.

You’re bleeding.

“Relax, I’ll take care of it. Are you hurt?”

He sees the recognition in your eyes the second it lights up and knows he’s made a mistake. Sure, you’re not as smart as he is, very few people are, but you’re not stupid, and that mistake causes his breath to catch in his throat as your lips part, a strangled sort of bark of laughter coming from you.

“That’s funny - you sounded just like my boyfriend just then. Isn’t that.. funny..?,”

You look like you’re about to bolt. The bat sees the tensing of your muscles and takes a step forward before you can, his hand stabbing out to grasp at your arm. He’s erred, he’s erred *bad*, and the little gasp of pain that you make is just another tally in the ever increasing lineup.

“Bruce?,”

And now you’ve gone and done it, and the fear you’re experiencing is genuine, the wobble in your voice and the suddenly glassy eyes evidence enough that there’s no going back from this.

The strike to the side of your throat is an instinctual one, the edge of his hand snapping out quick enough that you don’t even flinch, falling unconscious and right into his awaiting arms. It’s reverent, how he carries you, though he doubts you’ll ever notice with how hard you’re out.

~

That deep, deep sleep is a gift for Bruce. He hasn’t - he won’t - take you, but that refusal doesn’t extend to certain other courtesies. You’re ignorant of the way his hands slide up the skin of your torso, ignorant of the cold sensation of his fingertips against your warm body, ignorant of how he pulls off the worn tee first.

It’s reverence, the way his tongue laves over the hollow of your throat, the way each kiss is pressed onto the edge of your jaw, his eyes half lidded and his gaze glued to you. Careful, so careful - you’re delicate, after all - but still, his fingers press into your hips, savoring the plush yield of your curves.

Already, he’s fantasizing it, breeding you and filling you with heirs,

~

You wake up slowly, at first, and then all at once, unaware of your surroundings and clearly more than a little out of it. Bruce has deigned to leave you alone, for this part, and he watches you through one of the cameras he’s embedded in the room you’re in, studies the way your eyes seem glued shut, the way you almost turn over and fall back asleep.

And then you realize that you’re not in your own bed, and you’re a bit more dedicate to getting up.

It’s a lot more luxurious than you’re used to, and it’s also definitely *not* your bedroom. The sheets aren’t yours, don’t smell familiar, the walls and the curtains are a different color, and the room in and of itself is too damn big - you could probably fit your entire apartment in the square footage, to say nothing of the en-suite that you’re already peering at.

No, focus.

You strip off the comforters, realizing with horror that you’re not even wearing your own clothing, some designer loungewear and nothing underneath. You fight the urge to scream, running your hand through your hair, and stride towards the closed door, heavy oak and thick.

Locked. Doesn’t budge no matter how you wiggle it, not even under the entirety of your weight. No matter what you do, pounding, shouting, slamming, it doesn’t open. You even try running at it, like they do on TV, and that mostly just gives you a sore shoulder and knocks the wind out of you.

So… you investigate the room. Maybe you should’ve done that first, but the panic rushing through your veins has subsided, led to a sort of clarity that has you checking the windows, realizing they’re reinforced - definitely not glass, you realize after you’ve attempted to shatter it. Not like it’d matter, there’s wrought iron bars over each of them, way too thinly placed for you to even think of slipping out.

The room is.. nice, even if there’s a genuine discomfort in being locked in them. Plush carpet under your bare feet, a television, an en-suite bathroom.. you can almost imagine that you’re in some swanky hotel with Bruce, almost fool yourself into the perception that you’re definitely not on the verge of, like, death or disembowelment or whatever the plans for you are. There’s even a bookshelf, stacked high with classics and.. quite a few raunchy romance novels, all almost thirty years old and scrawled with the name ‘Martha’.

You end up settling on a book of old myths, curling up in the bed, and by the time that you’ve read a good couple, you’ve suitably calmed down, and that’s when he makes his entrance.

~

“Sweetheart,”

The sound of your boyfriend’s voice isn’t quite comforting enough that you don’t throw the book in your hand at his head, and when he catches it, you wince, shrinking back into the pile of pillows as he carefully, carefully moves towards you.

“Bruce? I don’t - where *am* I? What’s going on?,”

He hushes you, draws you into those deceptively strong arms and holds you, pressing his lips to the top of your head, and instinctively, you relax into his grasp, muscle memory powerful enough to override the pounding of your own heartbeat in your ears. You huff, and lean into him, soothed for a moment. He speaks, then, always so patient, so tender, his hand reaching up to pet at your hair.

“It was always a risk, letting you run around gotham like I did, but I thought I could protect you.”

You stiffen.

He continues to pet you, his voice soft against the crown of your head, low and worn in the way it always is.

“This city is corrupt, sweetheart, and I need to know you’ll be safe,”

You try to draw back, but the cage of his arms is steel, and he holds you close to him, chest to chest, his hands cold.

“So I’ll keep you here. With me.”

[spazzingcookies]

Where the hell did my story "batman possession" from years ago go. I am like 90% sure I posted it but I don't see it.

[spazzingcookies]

Hey, I'm new here but um what if (Y/N) had a birthday, how would Zurg celebrate it?

Oh that's a good question

- we all know zurge doesn't really care about money when it comes to you. But we also know he constantly spoils you

-if you ask not to be spoiled? Ignored. He makes the rules.

- while he does try to put it to simpler things to fit your liking, he will still go all out. Just a cake? OK how about one of each kind of cake

- do you like music? He's getting live music for you. They are hostages btw

-I'm sure you have noticed the pattern. Ask for 1 thing, and he gives you 10.

-takes you shopping! Or you know steals it becouse evil. He's still gotta be a menace

-he wants to make every birthday the best birthday. He needs it to be the best.

-however a birthday is also a good day to ask for hugs and kisses from this man

-but that better not be all you ask for. Ask for the moon! Anything!

-don't make him guess what you want.

[spazzingcookies]

HELLO! CAN I REQUEST SOMETHING YANDERE AND NSFW PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

(In love with your page and fic's)

Wow 3 pleases? Cant say no to that. What are you looking for? 👀 I'll add it to the list hehe

ALSO WAA THANK U. Happy to know that after coming back 🥺

[spazzingcookies]

Do you still do zurg requests?

yes, just trying to catch up!

[ad-wills]

[spazzingcookies]

Could you make a yandere buzz lighthear x reader head canon?

God I'm sorry I forgot about this blog for a very long hot second, but here you go. Kinda short

-Buzz was never really a romantic man. Very heavy work kinda of guy. So when he sees you he feels very off.

-he thinks he's sick while your stuck in his head

-he quickly learns its a crush, and he needs you safe.

-his team quickly notices how distracted he is but buzz won't tell them. Not yet

-can't let zurg know as well. He is the big reason why buzz decides to hide this crush

-100% thinks his actions is protecting you

-stalker obviously. He can make the excuse of "being on petroll"

-really he is watching you sleep from your window

-he will always suddenly be there trying to talk to you but "professionally"

-please let him in your life. If you do things get worse

-suddenly anyone who was interested in you buzz is doing a deep dive on their background

-will secretly Interrogate them. Sometimes, to the point that the person will suddenly avoid you

-anyone can be a threat! Even you

-when buzz thinks your a danger to yourself it's all over.

-He will drug, attack, or tie you up, to just lock you away from the world. Forever

-if he cant trust you alone you are handcuffed to the bed

-he is really delusional and thinks he's helping you

-he will help you. That is a threat from him

-if you fight him, he will convince himself he is not in the wrong. You just need time!

-or will just blame zurg on you struggling

-you are locked away where noone, not even his team, can find you.

[spazzingcookies]

Spicy shadow the hedgehog headcannons minors Dni 👋

-will use his speed to undress you in a second. The 2nd second is putting you on the bed.

-this man has stamina and power. He can go all night and not brake a sweat.

-he however holds himself back. He knows he can easily hurt or brake you if he gets too rough.

-Safe words are definitely a must so he knows when he's hurting you too much or if he needs to stop.

-the inibator rings stay on during sex. They need to stay on. That sudden rush of power is not good for either of you. That and he will definitely snap you in two or break your back.

-he loves to pin your hands above your head

-he may also like to grab at your neck a new times.

-not full-on choking kink. He's too worried he will snap your neck, but soft squeezes or just holding

-breeding kink. Since he can go for such a long time he heavily leans onto this kink.... and every hole you have ;3

-also want to fill you up

-he wants to hear you scream how full you are. He will definitely push how much he can stuff you.

-touch starved man. Please touch him any way posable. Mostly his chest fur or his quills. Please dig your hand in and hold on tight.

-claw at him even. He wants any touch. He is that desperate

-will worship your body and leave a trail of kisses anywhere

-every once in a while, he wants to be the bottom. He will hold her hips steady as you get on top of him.

-after care is a bath with him. Let me hold you for as long as he can. Even if you fall asleep.