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donatello x reader (fluff?) - random headcannons

this list has been piling up, these are more general

No matter how much y'all say it, I don't think his love language would be physical touch. Donnie seems too awkward to return hugs or kisses, but nonetheless still notices/appreciates them when you do it. Instead, I feel like he'd opt for acts of service instead. Like, fixing your glasses, showing you cool features on your laptop, creating a custom chat interface for you two.

He lets you borrow that purple hoodie

You hear "Erm akshually-" alot lmaooooo ; he often infodumps the most random shit to you, you've become accustomed to listening to him.

Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he's slightly into LOA stuff (Law of Attraction). It's canon that he listens to positive self-affirmations while he sleeps, so maybe that's a thing for him idk

Steals your eyebrow pencil to fill in his brows for the day. It'd be cool to see him into makeup.

Plays SO MANY games holy shit, has tried everything on Steam.

Obviously he has Discord, no questions asked. Organizes his servers into neat, purple folders. He only uses dark mode, he hisses if he ever sees light mode. Also knows how to make and works servers very well; likes making embeds and such for fun.

^^ On top of this, he probably has a lot of online friends; he doesn't need to show his face or reveal his identity. I see him staying up really late, playing random games at 2 AM on a Discord call.

Very very techy; uses Linux, built his own PC, set up the lair's wifi router too. The brothers come to him all the time for help on their tech fixes, mainly on Nintendo Switch.

My boy is CHRONICALLY ONLINE, he definitely knows all those niche internet songs. He gives me weird kid vibes, like The Living Tombstone, Rat by Penelope Scott, dare I say a little bit of Miku?

He knows the FNAF lore

Secretly shops at Hot Topic from time to time. I'm seeing graphic tees, maybe a studded bracelet? He walks in and the employees are like, "Dude, nice cosplay."

CAFFEINE! Mostly relies on coffee, doesn't like Starbucks that much, and he has tried Monster before. Monster is like a last resort for him, like he's working on a project he MUST finish for his sanity.

Also, I feel like he has fucked up teeth idk. Like, how the hell would Splinter be able to afford dental care for not one, but four teens? Braces too, not only are they expensive, but inaccessible to mutants.

He needs glasses, just often refuses to wear them

Never, ever truly gets angry or mad. But when he does, its rare and it's kinda scary ngl

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donatello !%

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super random general headcannons

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just watched kung fu panda 4

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Pulled Pork

You treat me like pulled pork,

My heart tenders against your fork.

Jab it in, and tear me apart,

Pierce through the meat of this ripen heart.

I bleed with the heed of a loss,

Can't tell if its blood or BBQ sauce.

this is my blog and i can do what i want so i wrote a cringy poem about my heart being pulled pork

#poetry #poems #cringe #poems and poetry #pulled pork #barbeque #bbq #pork #silly poems ☆.｡*

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satoru gojo !%

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satoru eats you out on a desk chair (smut)

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satoru gojo x reader (smut) → she/her pronouns!

cunnilingus, fingering, squirting (clingy) gojo eats your pussy out on a desk chair until you squirt this is my 1st smut guys don't kill me ; sorry if this is short

In one of Satoru's old tees and a pair of panties, you're cross-legged on top of your swivel desk chair, clacking and tapping at your fancy keyboard. With his long legs spread out across the majority of your little bed, Gojo folds his hands behind his head as he lays down, watching as you tend to a few work things on the monitor.

The way you sit on chairs is peculiar to Satoru; your feet never touch the ground. The entire room is just filled with sounds of your keyboard, the occasional mouse click or scroll here and there.

Satoru pouts, gazing at you intently to see if you'd read his mind. How could you sit there on that desk chair, looking all pretty while doing work? He's right here, needy and eager for the attention you pump him full with. Part of him wants to annoy you; but he wants you to come to him, not the other way around.

In his mind, it's almost like a game, like a contest to see who can ignore each other the longest. You aren't even ignoring him, just paying attention to your monitor screen. Satoru only lasts about 21 minutes before finally deciding to beckon for your attention.

"(Naaaaaaaaame), c'monnn! We should do something!" He whines, dramatically shuffling around in the sheets like a dilapidated shrimp.

"Like whaaaat?" You ask, mimicking his wording. Your face is still glued to the screen, and Satoru pouts. One click, he waits.

He rises from his laying position, crossing his legs and intently glaring at you. "I could take you out! We could pick up daifuku or that taro boba you always like?"

Within your moment of contemplation, Satoru peers at you with a hopeful little smile on his face. You aren't even looking at him. He tries his best to bat his lashes at you, as if that'd persuade you to say yes. As much as you'd like to go out; your calendar has been backed up with too many tasks.

"M'sorry hun, not today. There's stuff I need to do." You admit, tilting your chair just a little bit to meet eye with your boyfriend. The displeased frown on his face is as clear as day, his lips puckered to sulk.

Before you could turn back to your desk, Satoru hysterically flops onto the floor, crawling his way to you in an indescribable manner. You can hear his groans as he makes his way to you, shuffling on his knees until he reaches your chair. He grabs the armrest of your chair, swiveling you around until you look down onto him. His slender fingers trail onto your calves, Satoru boldly resting his head onto one of your legs.

He's lucky he's that pretty.

A few of Satoru's words are muffled by the flesh of your leg; you can feel his mouth move as incoherent messages are spouted to you. With an amused smile on your face, you run your fingers through his silken hair. You're always amazing how pale and crystalline it is.

"What is it?"

He sighs, peering up at you. "I'm just so boreddddughh-"

Satoru moves to nuzzle your calves at first, indulgently nipping at them as you pet his hair. It's borderline satisfactory, but you're just adding fuel to the fire.

He hums, a sentiment of boldness slowly persuading him to do more. As he makes his way up your leg, he starts getting more eager. The warmth of his breath on your skin gets hotter, and you can sense a sudden change in the air.

"I gotta work, Satoru-" You can't believe how it easy it was for him to tease you like this. Satoru notices the wet patch growing on the cloth of your panties, knowingly peering to meet your eye.

For once, he peers upward, meeting eye with you from where he kneels on the ground. There's a hunger you can see in his gaze, and you wonder how his sense of boredom disappeared so quickly. One minute he's whining about mochi and the next, he's trying to suck on your thigh.

A rather brash bite snaps you out of your thinking, the work on your screen soon being forgotten to your boyfriend. You see the indent of his teeth on your inner thigh, where you frown at him. He meets you with a cheeky smile on his face, like a cat that got the cream.

"Can I, please? Please, honey?" Satoru begs, dragging a singular finger across your leg. It sends a little shiver to your spine, tipping you just over the edge. With your work literally behind you, your concern is pulled onto Satoru.

Satoru looks at you, innocently, as if he's already won his reward.

"Fine." You mutter, peering down at him with half-lidded eyes.

With a satisfactory purr, he slips his fingers under the elastic band of your underwear, eagerly sliding them off in the same way he would unwrap a treat. Carelessly, he flings them to the ground. At least he didn't rip them, this time.

You take it upon yourself to give him easier access, lifting your (his) baggy shirt over your lower tummy. You part your legs as far as the chair will allow, giving Satoru a proper viewing of your cunt. Satoru looks a little too excited when you finally grant him permission, immediately rushing in to take an experimental lick.

"Hold on." You mumble, quickly shoving him away by his forehead. Satoru whines, disappointingly trying to make another dive towards your folds. You push his head back again, scooting yourself up on the chair. A bit of slick slowly drips onto the chair cushion as you maneuver your calves upward, allowing yourself to rest each calf onto their respective armrests. You're all ready, presenting your wet cunt to him.

Now, Satoru can finally dig in.

Slotting his palms onto the backs of your thighs, Satoru starts out with a brief kiss to your clit. His cock twitches when he feels you flinch against his lips, teasing you once again by lewdly swiping his tongue across your most sensitive parts.

Your boyfriend shamelessly moans into your cunt, his boxers growing to feel too tight around his crotch as he slips his tongue deep inside you. You see the imprint of his dick on his thigh. You let out a slight pant of embarrassment as Satoru practically uses your wetness as lip gloss, carelessly smearing across the majority of his mouth.

"Y'taste-" He lets out a tiny gasp. "-really good. Oh-"

You like to think that's a lie whenever you hear it, but the muffled moans you hear from below are telling you otherwise. It's hard to believe you taste like anything other than sweets to Satoru when all he's doing is slurping you up like there's no tomorrow.

You can tell when Satoru starts to pump his cock as soon as he releases his grip from one of your thighs, trailing down his abdomen to fish his hand into his boxers. He licks you up in a rhythmic pattern, moving between your clit and your inner walls with ease.

You sigh in relief as Satoru eventually stops to take a break, watching strings of your juices drip down his lower face. With your cunt sensitive, you squeal in surprise when your boyfriend swipes a hand over your folds, using your wetness as lube to start pumping his cock.

Immediately after, Satoru returns to your clit, swirling the tip of his tongue around it until you start pulsating again. Seconds progress, and his muffled little groans get louder and louder, sending a lingering warmth to your cheeks. Past Satoru's head, you could see the patch of spit and slick growing on the chair cushion. One particular lick from him has you squealing, frantically trying to close your legs as you pulsate around Satoru's tongue.

You can barely register when your boyfriend slips his tongue out of your little cunt, removing his hand from his cock. The finger he abruptly slides into you forces a mewl out of your mouth, your boyfriend slowly beginning to pump more of his fingers in and out of you with ease.

"So loose for me, hm? You like that? Yeah?" Satoru pants, giggling when he hears another moan from you. You can only nod in response.

It seems as though Satoru knows exactly where your g-spot is with the way the tips of his fingers seem to curl and twist when he reaches your deepest parts. Something inside you starts to twist, forming a knot in your lower tummy.

Just when it couldn't get better, Satoru leans down to your cunt once more, making rounds of licks against your slit whilst pumping his fingers deep inside you. The double stimulation is euphoric, sending a new wave of tension to your lower stomach.

Your boyfriend smiles when he starts to hear your moans becoming more frantic, more loud. Your head tilts back a little, your body subconsciously trying to thrust harder onto his fingers as your toes curl in on themselves. You're about to cum; he can tell.

Satoru thankfully speeds up as your climax starts to build, shoving more fingers in and out of our as his cock desperately twitches for your attention. His slurps and licks start to become messier, blurring out your mind of any thought. You can't even imagine how the chair looks anymore.

"Satoru, I think m'gonna cum- m'gonna cum!" You squeal, slightly arching your back and gripping the back of his head tighter as Satoru frantically laps up your cunt.

The one deep, final curl of his fingers into your sweet spot has you pushed just over the edge. All at once, your release sends you squirting out onto the chair, high moans spilling from your lips as you drench Satoru's face with your insides. Your g-spot is almost like a button to press, your boyfriend rubbing and pressing at the gummiest spot of your walls just to make you squirt harder.

Your eyes practically roll to the back of your head as you moan, the high pleasure of your climax sending your pussy pulsing and twitching from the friction.

"No more, no more! Please!" You wail.

"Hm? What's that? You want more, honey?"

Satoru is such a tease, nibbling where your clit is the most sensitive as you ride out your orgasm on his fingers. Your cunt twitches, borderline reaching the brink between pain and pleasure. The look on your face is priceless, the way your jaw hangs open and your eyes stay closed. Satoru can never get enough; that's his most favorite face on you.

After a few moments slumped against the chair, your finally open your eyes, seeing your boyfriend's dazed expression. There's this permanent smile on his face, his eyes lewd with satisfaction like a really smug cat. He looks waaay too pleased with himself, slick smeared over the lower half of his face.

The chair is a mess, the biggest puddle of slick, spit, and sweat left behind where your hips lay rested against the spongy cushion.

"What about you?" You ask. "You didn't cum, did you?"

Satoru shakes his head. "No. Came on my shorts a few times."

"A few?"

He nods.

You slowly position your calves off of each armrest, a shudder rolling through your thighs as your bare pussy presses against the chair. You sit on it like a normal person would, inspecting the aftermath of the action. The chair is ruined anyways.

Satoru wasn't lying when he said 'a few times'; his cock's laid limp against his thigh, dribbles of cum sprayed across his abs and clothed thighs. It's good to know that he (really) enjoyed himself.

"You liked it that much, huh?" You ask, and Satoru presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

"Mhm; loved it."

You can feel the warmth of his cheeks on top of your thighs, the slightest flutter of his long eyelashes as he hums with satisfaction. You slide your fingers through his snowy hair, glowing after your climax. However, your hand comes to a pause when you feel a warm lick across your upper thigh.

"Lemme clean you up, honey. Can't let all this go to waste, hm?"

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satoru gojo x reader → she/her pronouns!

rich ceo gojo visits you at your work, a quaint bakery

Despite being in a happy, deranged relationship with a powerful man, somehow, you always seem to enjoy the beautiful simplicities of life. Gojo, however, still thinks that only expensive gifts and dates are acceptable for your pleasure. Dates at a fancy omakase, vintage Vivienne Westwood necklaces, a really (really) nice mattress to share, you name it. Gojo's got money to burn.

So imagine his reaction when he hearts you mention you want to start working. You don't really need to work; there's no money you need to be making. But, you need something to do. So, why not make some extra cash along the way? Financial independence and whatnot.

"What?" Gojo asks, utter disgust written on his face.

"You heard me. I wanna start working soon." You say, neatly folding clothes on top of the bed.

"Why? Am I not making enough-" Gojo starts.

You shake your head no. "Absolutely not, Satoru. You both know you make enough money."

Your boyfriend pouts, his facial expression contrasting against the crisp, sleek suit he wears to work. It's slightly funny to you that he looks genuinely confused, like he can't possibly fathom you going to work.

"I'm kinda bored, Satoru. The house is great and all, but I want something to do."

Still, Gojo persists. He crosses his arms.

"I can literally buy anything to entertain you, sweetie. How's skydiving?"

"No, thanks."

"PS5?"

"We have one, in the living room."

"Oh, I get what you're saying! You wanna travel?" Gojo asks.

You shrug. "Not particularly."

He groans, pouting and crossing his arms as you finish up the last of your laundry. The expensive suit slides off his shoulders, and Gojo throws the garment into the laundry bin.

Standing up, you slide yourself in front of your boyfriend, slotting your arms around his trim waist to squeeze into a hug. For extra points, you tip your chip upwards to meet his gaze.

"It's not about entertainment, Satoru. I don't really wanna spend the rest of my life cooped up in a mansion watching TV while you work."

Gojo purses his lips in a weird way, almost like he's constipated as he thinks hard. Automatically, Gojo rests the palms of his hands on your sides, squeezing and prodding at them like a stress ball. He sees the plea in your eyes; you plan to play with his abs a little if he still says no.

"M'kayyy, but you gotta be back home by the time I finish work. I wanna see you."

. . .

When you joked around with friends about your dreams of having a rich husband and being able to work freely at a bakery, you didn't genuinely think it was ever gonna happen.

But, it's been about month into your new job, and you absolutely adore it. Your experience in being a barista during your college years proved to be useful on your resume. Your work is a small bakery nestled in the more quieter streets of Japan, serving desserts with unique flavors and instaagram-able boba.

It's super fun, and you haven't run into anyone troublesome. Your days are spent spooning brown sugar boba into cups, arranging sweets into the display window, and occasionally wiping down tables. You even get to wear a cute apron.

Your boyfriend seems fine with it, especially when you come home smelling like his favorite sweets. You think he smothers himself onto you a little too much when you arrive.

"Mmmph, just wanna kiss you all over." He'd murmur, pressing little pecks to your neck and cheeks while you kick off your shoes.

Today, it seems as Gojo misses you a little too much.

Just as the morning dissolves into the afternoon, you get to refilling some of the pastry trays before the next rush sparks to life. The bakery isn't as busy today; customers usually come around in the morning. Hopefully, there'll be a slice of tiramisu leftover for you to take home tonight.

Moments later, you hear the signature bell chime of the door opening. Prompting a greeting from your various coworkers around the room.

"Welcome t-"

You see an awfully familiar figure emerge at the door, clad with milky hair and a suit you've seen too often. Various heads in the cafe turn towards them, and the slight noise in the air halts to a stop.

You pale in shock, blinking in shock just to ensure what you're seeing is in fact, your boyfriend.

Sometimes you fail to remember that Gojo is in fact, famous. Japan sees his face on VOGUE, on billboards. Frequent news has spread of his newest favorite wagashi type, or what his company is up to this time.

Of course, the one and only Satoru Gojo has to make an entrance wherever he goes. There's a slight grimace on your face when he seems to slide his sunglasses off in slow motion, revealing those baby blues that everyone seems to love so much.

A blush sets out across the entire bakery as he makes slow strides towards the counter, where you've luckily finished putting away all of the pastries on that tray.

He's in a good mood, you can tell.

"Why're you here?" Is the first thing you ask, adjusting the bakery hat on your head.

Dramatically, Gojo sighs, his eyes averting to the side as another pout puckers onto his plush lips.

"Hngg, I can't even get a 'Hi honey!' from my girlfriend. Bummer."

You shush him like a librarian would, your panic ensuing over the word, 'girlfriend.'

"Don't say that, we're in public!" You exclaim.

Suddenly, Gojo smirks, like a mischievous cat.

"Whaat? You mean, 'girlfriend'?"

"Shut up!"

Gojo peers around the bakery, his hands slid into his pant pockets. "You mean my super wonderful, beautiful, sweet girlfriend?" He exclaims, loud enough for the majority of the cafe to hear.

"Oh my god, be quiet! What do you want?" You groan, seeing that the damage has already been done.

"I'm not allowed to visit my sweet girl while she's at work?"

It's hard to fight the warmth that blooms onto your face, but you persist like the soldier that you are. You sigh.

"Are you here to order? Or just to bother me?"

The next few seconds are a blur when your boyfriend steps right up to the glass of the display case, worming his hand up to the back of your head. Nestling his fingers into your hair, Gojo leans into your face, kissing you until he's smitten.

You explode into a shade of tomato, especially when Gojo shamelessly groans into your mouth. He tastes like this specific pineapple pastry you've heard him talk about.

Gojo almost seems to purr when he's finished, satisfied like a cat who'd gotten the cream. You hear the several gasps from your coworkers, hushed whispers here and there.

"I'll take two taro marble buns, a dozen of the macarons, a slice of tiramisu... and you, if you'll let me take you home early." Gojo winks, ignoring the fact that he just swapped spit with you a mere moment ago.

It's so cheesy, you think. But, the sooner you get the job done, the sooner you can be out of the bakery and ushering him back home before more people can see.

It's so embarrassing, packing pastries into a bag right after committing an intimate act of PDA around your coworkers. You feel the various starts coming from your customers at their little tables, all the while Gojo presents an unbelievably cheeky smile on his face.

"That'll be 12.99." You mumble, eyeing the platinum card you've seen so many times during dates. Gojo flirts with you a little while you wait for the card to finish reading, displaying a 'Thank you for shopping!' graphic on the pale screen.

You sigh, signing yourself off of the register screen. "Lemme grab my purse, and we can go."

. . .

"I can't believe you did that."

You say, crisscross on the bed in your pajamas.

By now, the lights are on in your shared bedroom, the distant murmur of the TV playing talk shows in the background. Gojo's out of his work clothes, and into a pair of cashmere pajama pants.

Your boyfriend pokes a forkful of tiramisu to your lips.

"Say ah, honey." He says, smearing coffee whip onto the corners of your mouth. Reluctantly, you let him. Heck, you truly let him get away with anything. Gojo trills with a smile on this face, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

"Maybe I should quit my job after that..." You ask, and your boyfriend perks up like a child on Christmas.

"Really?" He asks, and you can feel the literal spotlights he has for eyes on your face.

"Maybe, to be honest." You sigh, envisioning the news headlines and stares you'd see the next day. You can already feel your boyfriend trying to butter you up to the idea, kneading your thighs and sneaking a few kisses behind your ear.

"I mean, there are thousands of cafes out in Japan... right? Wait no, either way, I'd have to put in my 2-weeks notice."

(Yes, 2-weeks notice is also common in Japan.)

Gojo peers at you expectantly, forking another round of tiramisu for you to enjoy. After that 2nd bite, you're almost magically convinced.

"I'll call in sick or something instead."

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tony the tiger reminds me of kirishima

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#food mascot #mascots #food mascots #fast food

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i am fact infected by this trope

i am not immune to the human sacrifice reader x monster that was going to eat you but ends up hoarding you away instead trope <3

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yeah guys this is true ^^ i was there when hammurabi's code was written, can confirm that all himbos do indeed have big breeder balls.

all himbos have big breeder balls, i know this because i have read and deciphered the ancient texts

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gilgamesh x enkidu are like bakugou x kirishima

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inosuke and y/n are like Michael and Lily (OTV)

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katsuki bakugou !%

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get my wife's name out'cha fuckin' mouth!!

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paswg !%

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pov: you're the 3rd anarchy sister

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