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NSFW how would the ros react if mc passed out after an intimate session??? LOVE UR IF BTW!!!🫶🫶🫶
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Hi bunny boo,
Let’s get into some spicy spicy things!
Delphine: freaks out because she thinks that she fed too long and injured (or killed) MC. Delphine screams for someone to come in and help, and it’s only when MC wakes up that she calms down. She might not want to have sex with MC for a while, after that.
Zero: *panics and starts hyperventilating* if V is with him, he’s frantically asking V if MC is okay and tries to wake them up. When MC wakes up, Zero tearfully hugs then and asks if they’re okay. It might take both V and MC a while to stop Zero’s crying and panic.
Cecelia/Chase: watches over MC wide eyed until they wake up, and then giggles because “I’m just that good?” And they bring MC some snacks and water, makes sure they’re okay, and keeps an eye on them for the rest of the night.
Xa’eks/Xa’veed: X is very amused. They tuck MC under the covers after cleaning them up. If it’s been pre-negotiated, then X will continue to fuck MC back into coherence :)
Ayana: luckily her medical knowledge means she knows it’s nothing serious, but she does stress out a bit until MC wakes up. She has Gatorade and chocolate/fruit at the ready, a weighted blanket, and a hot bath ready for you both :)
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kasarawolf · 3 months
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FU.
FUUUUUU.
YOU CAME TO KOTA'S WORK PLACE LIKE THAT?! YOU ARE SCARING KOTA'S CO-WORKERS!!! IF YOU WANTED TO KILL KOTA FROM EMBARRASSMENT, IT WORKED. HIS BRAIN IS FRIED.
KOTA IS GOING TO TAKE YOU STRAIGHT HOME. AND PUT SOME CLOTHES ON YOU SIR.
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Crocodile-God's Prompt: "Fu wrapped himself for Christmas cause "-he's the best gift Kota will ever get."
Drawing some answers to some prompts and questions! I will eventually get to them all ^^ Feel free to suggest more drawings!!
This one is an old one I got on Christmas in 2022 B) Not only am I always late, Fu is also a little late, as it's no longer Christmas....
You can view the whole pic of Fu here~ https://www.deviantart.com/kasarawolf/art/The-Gift-That-Keeps-On-Giving-1017514549 he is covered up, but I couldn't put a little warning here on tumblr so I just cropped it B) Fu was my guinea pig on more human body practice!
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deadmomjokes · 2 years
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PSA: tomatoes are not spicy. Tomatoes and tomato products should not be spicy. Pizza sauce isn't inherently spicy. Tomato-based pasta sauce is not spicy. Ketchup is NOT spicy.
If tomatoes are spicy, you have an allergy to tomatoes.
This announcement brought to you by my almost 29-year-old husband learning for the first time in his 2.8 decades of putting food products into his mouth that spaghetti and saucy pizza aren't spicy foods
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evilminji · 3 months
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You know all those Cults in Gotham?
Bet at least ONE of them could spring for both a Legit Magic User and a Cloning pod.
Because The Wayne's? Hearts of Gold. Long standing pains in the asses. Probably the only thing standing between this gods forsaken wasteland of a city and Their Dark Lord. For GENERATIONS no less!
It's sooooo obnoxious!
So they want to Curse Um dead. Just a good ol fashioned bloodline curse. Destroy um from within, etc. BUT! To do THAT? You kinda need a blood relative to sacrifice!
And Bruce is... well... rather infamously An Orphan With No Biological Kids (at that point).
So? What do you do? Make one, obviously. You send in some of your own on a Holy Mission. Honeypot that playboy! Get us a kid to sacrifice! Our God will reward you etc! But... FFS! What? Are brunettes not your TYPE or something?! Pretty lady! Throwing herself at you!!
TAKE THE BAIT!
But he DOESN'T. Because he's both really used to that behavior, as The Wayne Heir and a False Playboy, AND because? He's fuckin Batman. He can see through your schemes.
Okay.
Okay!
Plan B!
Get us some DNA. We'll CLONE the sucker. That should be doable, right?
........OH COME ON! How?!
Batman: [REDACTED] / Cultists: 0
Fuck it! This is impossible! How are we supposed too... *eyes drift over to the Wayne Family Private Graveyard* .......Idea? Ideeeeaaaa~! Someone get us a shovel!
So they, cultist bastards that they are? Fuckin rob a grave for some DNA.
OBVIOUSLY though, it can't be one of the more RECENT graves! He probably VISITS those! Watches them! No we gotta be SNEAKY! Get one a bit further back! Mwahahahaha! We're so brilliant! Our God is gonna give us SUCH a Good Grade in follower!
A thing that is both REAL and possible to achieve!
So, while a Weirdly FURIOUS Batman? Is just... VIOLENTLY breaking ALL of their bones? Cultist 17 is furiously digging like his life depends on it. Either somebody snitched or Batman was hunting them down! Either way?
Gotta! Get! That! DNA!!! *digs faster*
Ah HA! Got it!
Fucking SCATTER! Run you fools, RUN!!! *everyone bolts*
And AT LAST! They have it! Wayne DNA! Now? Pop that sucker into the machine and make us a baby! Too sacrifice! *relieved noises* Man, that was hard work you guys. But we DID it!
Except??
Theoretical Babies? And "Real, slowly forming in front of me and becoming a human child" type babies? VERY DIFFERENT psychologically. It's ONE thing to sacrifice a HYPOTHETICAL baby... but when you're the guy running and monitoring the Cloning machine? Watching it slowly form and come together into... into a CHILD?
You start asking questions of yourself. Of God.
Of what, EXACTLY, you are willing to do.
What lines you find yourself unwilling to cross.
And yeah, your life was SHIT before the cult. Yeah, you were alone. Adrift. Without purpose. Angry at the world for all of its ugliness and failings. But... sitting, alone, in a dark room? Nothing but the steady hum of machines and the cool light of that pod? You are left with nothing but time... and your thoughts.
And the baby.
The one... the one YOU made.
Almost... he's almost like a son, in a way. Your son. Floating there, innocent and unknowing. Destined to be born, only to die painfully, for a cause he could not even begin to understand. Because he's too young. Too small. Just... just a baby.
The baby YOU made.
Doubt seeps in like mist. Creeping into the cracks forming in your faith. Surely there's another way, right? Why not save up for a better magician? Or... or hire a hitman? Why involve a child? Surely... surely your God would not WANT this, right? Or if He did! Surely, he would want the boy to be able to CHOOSE, right? A noble sacrifice, for the cause?
The pressure builds. Batman is tearing the city APART looking for your fellow Believers. Leadership is pressuring you to get "It" ready all ready.
He's not an "it".
They are dismissing your questions. Threatening and posturing, as you grapple with your faith. Where? Where is the COMMUNITY that you joined? The camaraderie? Every day, Believers are being torn down. The faith has lost so many!
How can this be WORTH it?
Your faith is slowly, cruelly, strangled in your chest. A death, by ten thousand silences, and ten thousand more cruelties.
Your son is ready.
You do not tell them.
The Clone of Bruce Wayne's great-grandfather is small, but healthy, in your arms. A tiny warm body, with a strong beating little heart. You call the police. Leave your phone, call running, on the desk. No one thinks to stop you, as you calmly walk out the back door.
Why would they doubt?
You are Faithful.
You drive. Pray to a God you have lost faith in, beg forgiveness for what you do now. Your beat up old junker of a car makes decent time, as you leave Gotham. Your son, asleep in a carefully made nest of blankets, on the seat next to you. You drive. You keep driving.
Past towns.
Past cities.
Out of the state.
Stopping only to feed your son and fuel your car. You... you can not bring yourself to care about what will happen to you now. You know they will find you. Know this is the end. But something ancient burns in your chest. A caring you never thought was REAL.
You are afraid.
But you will not let them harm your son.
Finally, a town. Far from Gotham. Quite and cheerful. It calls to you.
Here. It... it has to be here.
You find the hospital. Tears choking you. There is a place to drop of children. You've seen them before. How strange, that now you stand before it and HURT. Your arms not listening to your command. You... you have to do this. You HAVE too.
He is just a baby.
He is your son.
You have to keep him safe. And... and that can not be with you.
You gently put your baby boy into the drop off. Press the buzzer. And then? You make yourself walk away.
Get back in your car, and drive. The gun in your glove box will insure they can never pry from you, what you have done. Where he is. He is safe now. He has to be. You... you did your job. As his father. You made sure he was safe.
You can barely see the road, through your tears.
You take your secrets to the grave.
And Danny? He grows up. Is adopted young and never knows different. Both a Fenton and a Wayne. Knowing only one of these, to be his. But... that Wayne? Was a damn fine man. A pillar of his community and a champion of the people.
Got tossed more then a few blessings, in his life.
They weren't the STRONGEST. But they added up. And more importantly? Were hardly the refined magics of the more powerful. They were cast onto "Him". By blood and bone, more often then not. Which was all well and good!
When there was only ONE of "Him".
Cloning technology did not exsist. So why would you word carefully against it? Danny becomes a VERY lucky boy. Survives many things he should not. In fact, the kindness and hard work of his original? Gifted back in magically powered well wishes? By this, he survives something NO ONE could possibly expect him too.
It saves his life.
His template would be quite pleased, knowing that. That his life of good deeds, saved the life of the child he never got a chance to meet. That it protected his children, from even beyond death.
And in Gotham? At long, long last. The program Bruce made in his helplessness and despair, to search EVERY child until the child made of his bloodline was found? Spits out a match.
A Watchtower engineer.
Daniel J. Fenton.
@hdgnj @hypewinter @lolottes @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @mutable-manifestation
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squipedmew · 2 months
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so help me god i will learn to draw different body types if it kills me
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had to do it
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mikespice97 · 8 days
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All five Spice Girls dancing ‘Stop’ at Victoria’s Beckham 50th Birthday Party! Iconic! 🤩
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takami-takami · 1 year
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OMGSHHA I LOVE YOUR BLOG UGHHH this has been on my mind for a little while but keigo breeding reader like crazy because baby boy is in a rut and can’t keep his hands of them he just wants to breed them so good he can’t help itt 😣😣❤️
Can't Help Myself.
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includes— hawks x gn!reader. minors dni. smut.
warnings— rut. breeding kink. biting. keigo getting lost in the sauce and trying (failing) to be nice. he can't help himself :(
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Your doting boyfriend has always been quite handsy, but lately Keigo's been... Excessive? Desperate, more like.
"Fuck— 'M sorry," he pants above you, eyes glazed over and bottom lip quivering as the tight vice of your body just won't let him go. His tongue feels too heavy for his cotton-dry mouth, his palms clammy as he paws at your chest, neck, hips— anywhere he can get his greedy hands on.
You both know exactly what he's apologizing for, though you don't think it's necessary. He doesn't want to be too rough with his baby, his sweetheart, his lovely darling; but how can he treat you with the tenderness you deserve when wrecking you feels so good? When every backstroke sucks him in like a vice, as if you're just begging to keep him inside and fill you to the brim? Just the thought of your body responding so earnestly, of it begging and ready to be bred, sends a sharp current down his spine. It's electric.
And it goes straight to his cock.
How would you look when he's filled you, he wonders? He can't stop his attention from drifting, can't stop himself from visualizing the look of your jaw slack, his name dripping from your lips as he pulls out and obscenely fucks his cum back into you.
The sounds it would make... The ring it would form around the base of his cock as he twitches and pumps load after load inside you...
He needs it. He needs it like he needs air to breathe.
It's quite the contrast to his typical giving nature. The thoughtful, attentive Keigo who's gentle fingers would bring you to orgasm at least twice before he even thought about undressing himself is long gone.
Gone is the man who'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he rocked careful thrusts to the rhythm of the kisses he'd plant on your collarbone, gone is the man who took his time in breaking you down into fits of pleasure only he could provide.
He wants to be that for you right now. Honest. He is trying, you know.
His restraint doesn't go unnoticed. There's a pause in his thrusts, a pained look in his eyes as he tries so desperately to take it slow. Each time his hips cant forward, a breathy "hah" escapes his lips and his brow furrows just a bit deeper. He can't push his baby too much, no, but fuck this isn't enough. Tears of frustration burn at his eyes as he holds every cell in his body back from what his instincts scream and beckon him to do.
God help him, he just needs to breed you for all you're worth, just needs a couple loads stuffing you to make him normal. He needs to fuck you like rabbits, sweet and slow be damned.
Little does he know, you've caught on to his predicament.
His breath catches in the cutest squeak when you fist the roots of his hair and yank his head to the side to meet your heated gaze.
"You want to be a good boy, don't you?"
Eyes impossibly wide, full of fearful adoration and eager to please, Keigo nods sharply.
"Yeah, I—" he fucking whines, leaning his head into the grip you have on his scalp. "Wanna be good." He blinks away the tears sticking to his dark lashes before looking to you for orders.
Pretty little puppy, you swear to god.
"My pretty boy," you coo. He shudders in response, melting and gooey in your grasp. Pliable. "C'mon, Kei', let go for me?"
He winces, shaking his head to free himself from the places his mind is going. He begins to rock his hips again, feathers trembling with barely concealed restraint. He tries to ground himself by mouthing at your exposed chest. It doesn't work.
You roll your eyes. Of course he'd be stubborn; but you know exactly what will bring him to his knees.
Leaning into the crook of his neck, you let out an unabashed moan directly into his ear. He goes rigid.
"Keigo, breed me?" His eyes open wide, breath stopping completely, as if he doesn't want a single sound blocking his focus from your words. "I need you, please— has to be you. No one else." You run your fingers up the expanse of his back, digging your nails into the tender skin. "Fuck me, breed me, do whatever you want to me—"
He can't take any more. He plants a palm over the headrest with a firm thud and fucks you with the speed and fervor of a man possessed, a man obsessed.
"Whatever I want, huh?" The far-gone way he slurs the words out has you shivering. You grip his shoulders for dear life, high pitched, pretty little moans settling in his bones. With each punishing thrust, they seem to get louder and louder. Music to his fucking ears, he thinks.
You're close. He can feel it in the way you're squeezing the life out of his cock— greedy for it. You're the perfect little outlet for all his rutting frustrations, and he just wants to take.
When it hits you, you feel the air leave your lungs. You hook your trembling legs across the small of his back, back bowing as you wring and milk his cock for all it's worth. "That's it, dove— oh, fuck me," his harsh pace never slows, even as you squirm and hiccup beneath his grasp. The fact that your orgasm is pulling him in, like your body itself knows that he's aching to fill you breaks what little restraint he has left.
"Take it baby, need to breed you— inside, inside," he practically babbles into your shoulder, his hips losing focus. He can feel himself throbbing inside you, pumping his hips as he chases his own climax.
When he finally finishes, he can't stop shivering and snarling into the skin he's latched onto, the very skin he's sunk his teeth into.
He does good on his promise, indulgently toying with the mess he's created inside you. Mesmerized, he doesn't let you waste a drop, pushing it deeper inside.
You let out a sigh of complete satisfaction, prompting a dazed chuckle from above.
"Oh, no. We're not done here, sweetheart. What was it you said? 'Whatever I want', yeah?"
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shima-draws · 5 months
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Carmine: Kiki’s been acting REAL weird since he got back
Carmine: He trains nonstop, barely even sleeps…
Carmine: He even beat Drayton and took his position as the BB League Champion
Carmine: I’m actually kind of afraid to interact with him now, I mean look at how awfully he treats other trainers that he sees as “weak”
Carmine: Oh but I’m sure it’s just a phase!
Me:
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doctordearie · 6 months
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Finn, looking a bit judgy today, graciously wishes everyone a safe and peaceful Caturday.
👑😸😻🐾🫘😘🐈❤️🤪
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fatalevil · 1 year
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ice spice, feb 2023 *॰ْ✧⋆。
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How high are the ro's libido? 🤤 and with who did they have their first time? do they still see them or talk to them?
Oooo let’s see,
I’m getting sleepy so I apologize for my potential rambling. Might edit this in the morning cuz I’m half delusional with exhaustion
Ayana/Adriel: lowest sex drive of the RO’s, but it isn’t necessarily low in general. They like equal balances of sexual and non sexual intimacy. A likes to wait until they’re done a few dates, had an emotional connection at a minimum level before taking someone to bed. Sex isn’t high on their priority list, anyway. Doesn’t mean they don’t really enjoy it. First time was with Leila Malone, in the summer between 11th and 12th grade. Short lived summer fling, they still follow each other on IG.
Cecelia/Chase: medium libido, first time was with their first girlfriend Amber and it was very awkward but in like a sweet way. They don’t talk to Amber anymore, but if the two ever run into each other, they’re cordial. It takes C a while and a high friendship level for them to begin to feel sexual attraction, but after that, yea they’re down for a good time. Because they’re less experienced, sex stresses them out a bit because they’re hyper focused on being “good at it” rather than enjoying themselves.
Zero: a virgin (had their first kiss at 20..with V), and doesn’t it know it yet but they have a high libido. Sex makes them feel very vulnerable. Zero loves that overwhelming, free fall feeling they experience, and the knowledge that someone is going to take care of them and make them feel good. Z also likes knowing that they can test someone’s self control and turn them on. (Z is such a bratty sub bottom lord jesus)
Delphine: obviously her sex drive is high as hell, being what she is. It’s not as fun as it sounds though. Wanting to have sex and needing to are not the same thing. she can’t remember her first time, and there’s quite the sad backstory there that we won’t get into now. 😳 honestly, if she could stop needing to have sex to live, she would. sometimes she just wants to be held and loved for something other than her body.
Xa’eks/Xa’veed: high libido goddamn. They have a lot of restless and somewhat aggressive energy that needs to go somewhere. Their first time was when they were the Nion 8 equivalent of teenagers with another student at their military academy. It was their first and only actual relationship, though short lived since romance was discouraged among military students for fear of it distracting them. Their lover’s name is Moxim, and X hasn’t seen him since they landed on Earth (big place, ya know)
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kasarawolf · 11 months
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For those who voted for heckin SPICE. There ya go, hope you are proud of yourself XD YOU GET A PAGE FROM THE 25. :D First time writing “spice.” I can write them kissing, but drawing? WHOLE OTHER BALLPARK. Only my friend on discord has read this one in full (I give people who message me on discord some of the chapters early if they really really want to read them because it will be quite some time before they are fully released to the public ^^;)
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pcstan · 1 year
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Miss Broflovskiiiii *twirls hair*
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little-pup-pip · 4 months
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Can I get a masc bat moodboard with paci, idc if deco or not.
Sure!!
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hoofpeet · 1 year
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Ingo gets a free son :]
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vigilskeep · 7 months
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tumblr girlies who get really excited about "biblically accurate" angels need to get more into the fact that spirits are the andrastian angel equivalent. they're not the maker's first children for nothing
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