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oozedninjas · 5 months
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Yum, baby, yum
Making out headcanons written in a not-so-headcanon format.
General verses /18+ / Ninja guys are in their mid to late twenties /NSFWish / MDNI
Donatello methodically builds up the heat as if it's a playful game for him. He kisses your shoulders, nibbles your neck, straddles you down, holding your body so close to him that you're sure he can feel every curve. He loves it when the heat of the kisses rises so much that you can't help but moan against his mouth. You're so cute for him. Hmm, more.
Leo moans into your mouth while keeping you straddled on his lap, shamelessly enjoying the friction of your crotch humping over his as his hands grope your ass. Sharing the same breath with you like this is otherworldly. Damn, you're so hot, so soft. He could keep it up for as long as time allows.
Raphael adores it when you’re the one who initiates the touching, gently stroking his head, pulling his bandana, craving the tiniest bit of attention. You're so needy for him, ain'tcha? Lovely. You sensually perch in his lap, and he groans when you grin over his hard, growing bulge. His kiss is wet and always deep, savoring your mouth like it’s the last thing he's gonna taste. You're so fucking delicious.
Mikey is obsessed with your little sighs and moans to the point where he takes pleasure in just listening to you. Prefers to lay down so that he can properly embrace you tightly against him, not leaving a scrap of space between your bodies. He sucks on your lips, nibbling at them, groping your body like he's been starving for it. And you let him handle you all he likes, like a little pretty doll, all for him, all the time, yum.
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lilnuggettboi · 1 year
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Has anyone else noticed that traits people associate with Shaggy smoking weed could easily be explained with severe anxiety?
Shaggy doesn’t say “like” and talk stuttery because he’s a stoner. He’s unsure of what he’s saying and is constantly tripping over his own thoughts
Shaggy doesn’t always have the munchies. He’s stress eating. He’s just grown an appreciation for food since
Shaggy isn't leaning forward because he’s slouching. That and his wide eyed expression comes from being on constant alert
Shaggy likes mysteries. But his main driving force is his friends. He does have a passion here. But in truth, he doesn’t want to let his friends down. He feels like them and Scooby are the only family he truly has
Shaggy doesn’t do drugs. He just has intense anxiety
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hitohitonika · 26 days
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I just know the strawhats would be so sick of Luffy and Zoro's PDA. At the beginning it would be sweet and cute but very soon it would be too much, like, "Okay, you are in love, we get it."
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gothcowboyz · 1 year
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komaeda probably stares at hinata sleeping to make sure he's still breathing everytime he wakes up in the middle of the night
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lemme-just-oops · 2 months
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Your Obey Me blorbo based on your Arcana Twilight guy:
Spica: You either like Satan or Lucifer. Probably Satan, since they have more physical similarities.
Alpheratz: Belphegor. You want a lazy and cozy guy, same.
Sirius: You like the red flags, dont you? Belphegor, with a hint of interest towards Asmodeus.
Pollux: Leviathan. You want the emotionally not yet mature guy who likes animes and games like you.
Arcturus: Diavolo, Simeon or Beelzebub. You are into cottagecore.
Vega: Barbatos. Listen, I cannot rant about this forever, but once I began to explain, I will have a masters in either Psychology or Anime.
Rigel: No man or woman of Obey Me will satisfy your void. You can cling to anyone as much as you like, but it is not enough. You want content for a man that is only a loose memory of developers.
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thatfuckinjester · 24 days
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aurora who needs a walking cane, and cumulus dyed the one aurora got pink and sprayed it with glitters.
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alkturos · 1 year
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Linktober Day 31: Free for all
Zonai Link!
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ruiimellowww · 7 months
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Hey, can we get moondrop?:
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No we have moondrop at home:
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alaskasbignaturals · 4 months
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more doodles of arkansas :3
arkansas has diamond mines and also is home to a TON of minerals so i think he'd love geology and minerals and rocks and all that
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nixzousticks · 10 days
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My OC, Juni at the beach !! She's half Danish and half black !! <33 (me projecting, not danish but im half black half eurpoean too) Her gfs name is Mio, she's also on my acc!
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brie-annwyl · 8 months
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Ideas for batfamily fanfics that I want to read, and if they don’t exist, I might write them.
Jason Todd coming back to Gotham to be Red Hood but is just like “fück these bitches (his family)” and doesn’t target Tim or fuck with anything outside of Crime Alley, Tim being the super stalker he is finds out Jason is back and is Red Hood, Tim tries to get him back into the family without revealing to Jason he knows he’s Red Hood whilst Jason is looking at Red Robin like “why tf is this child asking a known murderer to come have tea with him? How does he have worse self preservation skills than Bruce? Is this what Dick felt when I did stupid shit?”
Tim getting de-aged and everyone realizes that this toddler is kinda messed up.
Jason’s Death anniversary comes along and Jason gets drunk as fuck and says how he actually feels about everything in his life. That normally wouldn’t be an issue, but he just so happens to be in the concerned presence of his father.
Jason’s Death anniversary but everyone is “busy” so he ends up spending the day alone even though all he wanted to do was celebrate with his family the fact that he was still here.
Bruce gets hit by a gas whilst on patrol that makes him say whatever he’s thinking, Jason is the one to find him and take him back to the cave. Communication ensues.
Dick tries to be the bigger brother he should’ve been to Jason before he died, but Jason has already accepted the fact that he wasn’t good enough for Dick to care, and no amount of reassurances can change his mind.
Jason is getting sick of everyone mourning over the 15 year old they put in the ground as if people can’t change in a few years. His death wasn’t the only thing that changed him, he grew up. His still Jason, and he wished they could see that.
Tim sits at Jack Drake’s bedside, tubes down his throat and a ventilator humming softly at his side, he tries to reminisce about pleasant memories with his parents before he truly becomes an orphan. The only issue is, there are none.
Bruce Wayne doesn’t cry, he’s been in the public eye for almost every second of his life and they have never seen him cry. That is until the day his second son was buried.
Damian mentions the fact that he is the only blood son because it is actually his biggest insecurity. The rest were chosen to be Bruce’s children. He was forced onto him. One night after a particularly rough patrol and confrontation afterwards, Damian feels his worst fear is confirmed. It doesn’t matter if blood is thicker than water, he’s still the unwanted child.
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raven-delamuerte · 11 months
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Me, a Hispanic - Caribbean with Romani ancestry, making a fic where Wednesday uses protection rituals and other practices reserved for significant others that have been passed down through generations in my family:
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Also me, knowing those same rituals and practices got my ancestors in trouble with their own version of The Puritans, but they still did them out of devotion to their lovers:
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And yes, it's all to protect this guy:
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bloodyandgay · 5 months
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yeah Debbie had Fiona but why do you think she felt the need to grow up so fast? i bet she felt like a burden. i bet she didn’t ask for help when she needed it. i bet she felt guilty when they struggled to pay bills. i bet she blamed herself when she saw Fiona really stressed out. i bet she felt like she didn’t deserve Fiona and Lip and Ian.
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may-be-alive43 · 7 months
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The kobra kid plays violin, and not just like casually, he craves it. He itches when wants to play and can’t. He screams when he finds a new set of strings. He takes amazing care of his bow bc he knows how hard they are to find. He found an alternative to rosin because rosin is almost impossible to find. He teaches the girl how to play, and when she gets back from the city the first place she goes is the fab fours hideout to retrieve that precious violin.
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I just had the most vivid dream where Batman found himself inadvertently ensnared by Ivy's pollen. The situation spiraled into a nightmarish ordeal as, in his altered state, he wielded Kryptonite against Superman in order to have his way with him.
Mind you, Sups wasn't affected by the spores. Ivy's plant based attacks are calqued on human biology so he felt none of the sexual urgue and just had to suffer through the pain of being litteraly split in two.
In the aftermath, Clark was left compounded by a profound disconnect to the reality of what happened. He's got this child-like naivety in the matters of intimacy, and doesn't really understand what went down. Not really. His perception of Batman as a paragon of self-discipline deepens his conviction that what happened couldn't be put on the sole back of the pollen. That he must've had a behavior that pushed the shorter man to believe he wanted it, too. Maybe it's something he said. Corruption always begins in the mouth. The tongue. The first poem in the world was "I Too Want To Eat."
The League is in its nascent stages, barely taking form, and he's reluctant to tell anyone. Tormented by his skewed perception that it was an act he performed with Batman rather than an assault on him, he refrains from disclosing what he thinks is his struggle with infidelity in his relationship with Lois, understanding the potential impact on the others' trust in him. He keeps quiet even as the memory sticks to his fingers like melted ice-cream. Beats inside his ribs like a second heart. Rather, he carries it's body from room to room. Heavier than iron it feels. Stains his hands wine-dark.
Meanwhile, Batman has retreated into the shadows, consumed by self-loathing and remorse. The fact that he became, by the single act of not dominating his lust, the antithesis of the very ideals he fights to uphold is a burden that seems all encompassing. He thought he knew hunger before this day. Found this kind of touch unbearable to witness. To want. Desire has always been ugly. Shaped like two hands wrapped around a throat.
Even so, he devoured someone else. Like a rotten dog, like an angel with teeth falling out it's gums. It's in his bones, aching, this fire. The dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. His guilt will not purify him.
It's desperate for redemption that he entertains the myriads of possibilities to right the wrongs of that fateful night, even to the point of contemplating altering the fabric of time itself.
As the days stretch into weeks, his absence raises concerns, and it's only out of the need to maintain his cover that he brings himself to the doors of Wayne Enterprises sporadically.
In the interim, Journalist! Lois and Witty! Jimmy embark into a relentless quest both in the shadows of Gotham and the bustling streets of Metropolis, hunting for the truth behind Clark's erratic behavior.
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mushyruuu · 1 year
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