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Some more key animation from GACHIAKUTA episode 2, courtesy of the Chief Animation Director, Yoshino Matsumoto

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i found another pretty boy yall

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Luffy and his wings 🌊👐

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warnings: nsfw! pussy drunk bf! katsuki, timeskip au, i headcannon this like months ago but i finally dared to post it, pussy eating, cunnilingus, katsuki is pervert

pussy drunk katsuki who can't help to do a little inspection once in a while...

Like imagine this. He’s laid between your thighs like he’s clocked in at the lab, gloves off, safety goggles metaphorically on, and his tone is like he’s narrating for National Geographic:

“Look at it—fuckin’ glistenin’. You see that? She’s already drippin’and I ain’t even touched her yet.” (Yes. He refers to your pussy as her. With reverence.)

“So damn soft... fuckin’ pink as hell… tight, too. She clenching just from me breathin’ on her?”

He runs a thumb along your slit—slow, lazy, methodical—and watches like your body’s reacting to him like a machine he built himself. He spreads you open, just slightly, gaze dark and intense like he’s about to write a peer-reviewed paper.

“You see that?” he mutters like you’re not right there gasping, “Already suckin’ me in. Greedy lil’ thing. How the hell is this real?”

“Katsuki—”

“Nah, don’t talk. I’m inspectin’. This is serious business.”

And when he finally puts his mouth on you?

Oh, it’s over. It’s OVER.

Because he eats you out like he’s on a timer, like he’s proving a point, like he’s trying to become one with the pussy. Man’s got a technique and a personal vendetta. It's all growling, sucking, slurping, moaning, and not a single fuck given about being polite. He’s out here trying to break records.

And if you try to squirm away?

Nope. Denied. He grips your hips so hard, dragging you right back to his face like:

“Nah, sweetheart. You’re stayin’ right fuckin’ here until I’m done.”

(He’s never done.)

And the worst part? (Best part.) He remembers everything. How your pussy looks when you’re just a little turned on. How it flutters when you’re close. How it throbs when he growls against it. Man could draw your pussy from memory. He’d win a forensic sketch competition with just vibes.

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Damian and Duke doing all the youngest sibling shenanigans and Damian trying to argue that Jason should be allowed to join because he's only 3 because age obviously resets after the pit

god this literally just reminded me that duke is younger than tim. he and damian are the two youngest that is so fucking funny oh my god. do you think that after damian got to the manor he saw that tim was the closest in age to him so he decided he had to take him down, and then he became robin and he and tim worked things out and damian was like ‘finally, my place is secure’ and then fucking ‘we are robin’ duke thomas shows up as the second youngest but with fucking GLOWING META POWERS and damian was just like are you fucking kidding me-

damian on the phone to jason: todd, i require you and your magic swords in this manor within the hour.

jason: what why?

damian, eyeing duke across the room using his powers like a laser pointer to piss off the cat: another youngest has emerged and i need back up.

jason: aw man not again- i thought you and tim sorted shit out?! im one of the eldest, i shouldn’t be a part of this!

damian: you are three years of age according to the time of your lazarus birth which makes you firmly on my team and i will fight you on that now get on your motorcycle and GET OVER HERE-

jason: *groans loudly*

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a twt prompt<3

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Sparda posting

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shirtless hikaru appreciation post.........

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Dick: Does anyone have any suggestions?

Jason: Why dont we shoot the Joker?

Dick: How that will help us in an alien invasion?

Jason: It would be really funny

Dick:

Dick: Works for me, add it to the list!

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Bruce: I haven't seen any of the boys for fifteen minutes now.

*Outside a nearby window, a car without a driver inside, and only the top of Damian’s head visible in the backseat, is seen rolling down a driveway. With Dick, Jason, Tim, and Duke running after it in a panic.*

*Bruce doesn't look outside at all.*

Bruce: That probably means they're getting into trouble.

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How can you get rid of the wolf, when it's one of the only things you have left of the lamb?

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Batman & Robin: Year One (2024) #7

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Interviewer, catching Damian in costume: Robin! Can you explain the process of picking up Robin or passing on the mantle?

Damian, mildly annoyed at Bruce at the moment: It's quite simple. Batmam steals young children from their bed, usually nine or ten or so. Then he takes you to his lair and give you a deal.

Damian: If you can beat him in a game of your choosing, he will train you to be Robin. If you lose, you are eaten. I beat him in a classic fencing game. He's quite good with swords, but he wasn't very good with the sport itself.

Tim, standing next to him: Yeah, I beat him at a memory card game. I like totally cheated, but I'm too old for him to eat now, so ot doesn't matter.

Damian, nodding: Yes. The worst part of the job is disposing of failed Robins bones. He usually sucks them clean and leaves them all over the floor.

Tim: Yeah, its messy. But after you hit, like 15 he stops trying to eat you, so that's cool.

Damian: I have not yet reached 15. I'm still in danger. If you have more questions, ask Nightwing, as he was the first to avoid being eaten.

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Same interviewer, at a different date: Mr. Nightwing. Is it true Batman tries to eat potential Robins?

Dick, who has no idea what she's taking about: Yeah, it's really scary. His jaw unhinges like a snake.

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Headcanon that Jason goes to his grave to relax and absolutely scares the shit out of people

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Dick: approaching Jason's headstone with flowers, and teary eyes "Hey Little Wing... I know we argued yesterday, and I—I just needed to come here like I used to. Sometimes I forget you're actually back."

The ground shifts slightly beneath him. Dick freezes.

Jason: casually pushing open his coffin lid and sitting up with bed hair and a stifled yawn "Could you keep it down? Some of us are trying to rest in peace here."

Dick: jumps backward, tripping over a nearby headstone and falling flat on his back. His scream echoes through the cemetery. "HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE ACTUAL—" clutches his chest "JASON?!"

Jason: stretching "Who were you expecting? The Joker?"

Dick: scrambling to his feet, voice cracking "WHY WERE YOU IN YOUR GRAVE?!"

Jason: climbing out and brushing dirt off his jacket "It's the only place in this godforsaken city where I can get some peace and quiet. Alfred's always cleaning at the manor, Tim's typing is incessant, and Damian—" shudders dramatically, "—exists loudly." gestures to the coffin "Memory foam. Added it last month."

Dick: still hyperventilating "That's... that's the most morbid thing I've ever heard."

Jason: shrugging "Says the guy who talks to my headstone when I'm not dead."

Dick: after a long pause "...Does Alfred know about this?"

Jason: "Who do you think brings me sandwiches?"

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jason: why are you looking at me like that?

damian, age 4, wondering why jason looks white if he's his brother: you're colored wrong

jason: what the fuck?

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Being a brat doesn't always pay off and especially not when it earns the ire of your cruel boss.

Warnings: Masturbation, slapping (cunt and cheek), choking.

"Come. Sit." He commands gesturing to his bed and you hesitate for a moment.

Normally if he pulled you into his room suddenly, away from all the other raiders, it meant you were in trouble.

Big trouble.

Each and every time you took it too far, were too much of a brat, he'd grab you by your chin or jaw. Growl his displeasure into your ear before biting out a deadly, "Behave."

Same as he did moments before his hand was at your ribs, pressing you tightly to him as he left the room of his underlings without so much as a dismissal.

Bringing you calmly, steadily, back to his room.

His dark eyes flicker back up to you and when you don't move he runs a broad palm through his stormy toned hair.

"Undress."

"W-wait. I-" You stammer, making your way to the bed to sit now but his tone makes you freeze.

"Undress." Even more deadly than before, coming closer to crowd your space, tilting your chin up to look at him, "You didn't want to behave before so you will now. Undress."

Reluctantly you grab at the hem of your shirt, fisting the fabric and he moves just enough to give you space. You pull it up and over your head revealing a lacy bra before your fingers hook into the waist band of your shorts, pushing them down to your ankles before you step out to reveal a matching pair of underwear.

He says nothing, holds out his hand and you gently touch your fingers to his, twirling you so that he can see every inch of you before he lets go. Before he sits in the chair that faces the bed, not even bothering to remove his jinki.

"Go on." Slowly you reach behind you to unclasp your bra, full cups falling away from your supple tits, desperately holding the fabric to shield you as long as you can without him losing patience. Finally letting the straps fall down your arms to your wrists and before you can discard it to the floor his hand is out again.

Gently you press the lace into his rough hand while he holds eye contact with you. You think that is more uncomfortable, that he can hold your gaze with such a hungry look in his eyes without letting them fall to your bare chest. Claws hooking into your underwear and pushing them down slowly, pressing them into his expecting hand taking a step back.

He tells you what he wants with his deadly look, following his eyes to the bed before you sit on the edge of it.

"Lie down."

"Zo, please."

"Lie. Down."

You obey, scooting back so that you could lie down comfortably on top of his thread bare comforter. He gives you a moment to adjust, waits for you to do the next step that you know comes with this punishment and when you don't he leans forward. Large palms on your knees as he forces your legs apart roughly so he can see your pretty cunt. Leaning back when you keep your legs open for him before he rests his chin on his hand, bored gaze sliding into your sensitive skin.

"Touch yourself."

"Zo-"

"If you make me repeat myself one more time, Princess, this punishment is going to be so much worse."

Pouting furiously as you look at him, frustrated tears already coming to your eyes as your right hand travels down your body, fingers gliding through your glistening folds and already your arousal can be heard.

Sticky and wet, embarrassing that when he tolls out punishments to the other vandals his voice soaks your panties, how even now as he commands you your cunt drools for him like pavlov's dogs.

Spreading yourself open, following down your fluttering cunt back up to your sensitive bud a few times before you begin to tease yourself. Slow rough circles trying to imagine they were his fingers instead.

You hated pleasing yourself, it felt good and you always came so, so quickly and hard but it never felt like you were satisfied. Your fingers are not long enough, not thick enough, to stretch and explore your tight cunt. Pawing at your breast is not nearly rough enough, good enough to get you there but still you desperately try to imitate.

"Faster." Monotone as if unamused as his slow blinking eyes watch your fingers speed up, watch your cunt clench around nothing and hear that pretty voice cry out.

You're close, he can tell, he's watched you cum hundreds of times by now and he's become an expert at reading your tell tale signs.

The coil in your stomach tightens, threatens to snap, legs falling slack and opening wider as your hips buck into your hand.

"Stop." Your hand moves from your pulsing cunt with a cry, grabbing handfuls of your inner thigh as you whine. It's an uncomfortable ache deep within you as you pant.

"Continue. Same pace." Quickly and roughly, pathetically rubbing over your clit, loud moans and the sound of your pretty pussy echoing back to you. Thighs shaking as you arch your back, close you're so close. "Stop."

You just barely pull your hand away in time, still edging yourself but thankfully not ruining your orgasm. He doesn't even give you a moment to rest.

"Again." Slow blinking, head still resting on his hand, "Stop."

A garbled moan leaves your throat, ignoring his command as you plead with him.

"I can't. Zo, I-I-I can't." Hand having a mind of its own as you chase your high greedily, uncaring of the consequences until your small wrist is pulled away from your cunt roughly. Slamming your head back with a desperate whine while tears fall down your cheeks.

"You are a bad listener aren't you Princess." His voice is even but his eyes, god damn his dark eyes cut into you with a fury. He slaps your cunt harshly and you yelp.

"No, no Zo, I'm a good listener."

"Are you lying?" Another stinging slap to your pussy that makes your eyes roll, "Let's see how well you can actually listen."

He shoves two thick digits into your velvet heat, clenching around him pathetically and when he angles his fingers just right you dig your heels into the old mattress to keep from bucking into his palm wildly.

He leans over you, lips to your ear and his scent engulfs you. Well worn leather, warm sun, and a hint of musk that makes you squirm.

"Don't cum until I say so, nod if you understand Princess."

You nod quickly and almost miss the press of his lips to the skin behind your ear before he pulls away. Free hand grabbing at your throat roughly, starving your brain of oxygen before he sets a brutal pace with his soaked digits.

He doesn't smile or smirk, not even a tilt to his lips as he hovers over you fully clothed. Hardly seems fazed by your moans or the squelching of your pretty, tight cunt. How your arousal soaks his palm and stains his sheets, how he purposely misses that spongy spot inside you only to press firmly when does aim for it. Dead gaze as he watches you fist the sheets, clawing desperately to both be closer and further away from him at the same time. Making you take shallow, shaky breaths from how he controls your air flow, tears of embarrassment in your eyes that you're so desperate to cum, so desperate for him and he acts as if this was nothing.

"Why are you crying?" It's rhetorical and it's not as if he lets up on his grip on your throat so you can answer, "You seem to really like this."

He makes emphasis of it, shoving aiming to hit that spot within you over and over. Seeing stars as the coil starts to snap, your body starting to shake before your hands move from the sheets to cling to his forearm within reach.

"Please. Please please please please. Zodel, sir please I'll be good." Clawing at his arm desperately, drawing blood in your frenzy.

"Now you address me as sir? Now you want to behave?" He hums, tone making your cunt clench around him, making you moan and when you're about to cum he lets go of your throat.

A resounding clap is heard before you can register the sting on your cheek, looking up at him with big sad eyes, it does little to make your pleasure subside.

"Don't you dare cum." He growls, you nod that you understand, gently tapping your stinging cheek with his fingers in silent praise.

He keeps his deadly pace, bringing his thumb to brush over your sensitive clit cruelly. Slowly applying more and more pleasure while his free hand cradles your jaw. Watching you struggle to focus as your eyes flutter from how good he's making you feel, fucking his fingers into you with such delicious force he's making the bed shake.

"Do you want to cum Princess?" You nod roughly at his question.

"I do. I do."

"Are you going to keep being a brat?" You shake your head no furiously, his thumb increases pressure and speed on your clit while you choke out a cry. His hand smooths over your jaw and down your throat to cup it gently, squeezing tighter and tighter the closer you get, "Are you lying?"

You shake your head no again but he chuckles darkly in response, he knows the real answer to those questions.

"Look me in my eyes." Blinking furiously as you force yourself to focus on his sharp dark eyes, your cunt clenches around him. You feel hot, so so hot, stomach and thighs burning from how you tense them.

"Good girl. Now cum for me."

His praise is enough to send you over the edge, legs snapping shut around him as he fucks you through your high. Head falling back into the pillows and your muffled moan is further swallowed up when he finally reaches down to kiss you. Tongue sliding over yours while your cunt milks his thick fingers desperately. He slows his pace but still takes the time to overstimulate you just a bit without riling you up into another mind numbing orgasm.

He lies down beside you and before he can even remove his fingers you're hiding your face in his chest. He wipes your sticky arousal on his sheets before he pulls you closer, covers you with his oversized duster jacket and presses a feather light kiss to your forehead.

Fisting his shirt as you tremble, trying to bite back a choked sob. He runs his hand along your back and it only encourages more tears. Brought too high only to fall back to the Abyss crashing and burning. It didn't help that you thought he got nothing from this other than the sadistic pleasure of watching you, a feral temperamental thing, melt in his hands with little to no effort.

"Did you touch the Heavens?" His low comforting purr comes at your ear.

"I always touch the Heavens when I'm with you." It comes out soft and barely audible past your sharp intakes of breath.

"Sneaking past the Watchman the first time but not the second, hmm?" He coos softly, acknowledging that you were dropping hard and fast. He wasn't very good at emotions, sure as hell not comfort. He couldn't remember the last time he felt his own heart beat before he met you.

You're about to express exactly why you're upset, that you don't think he's really all that into you. How he can play with you or experiment on you like anyone else until he pulls you closer, until he hooks his leg on yours and you can feel his hardness of his thick cock pressing into the softness of your thigh.

"So you do like me?" You pull away just enough to look him in his eyes and he searches yours before he realizes what you mean. Playfully grinds himself on your softness before he's pulling you back to him. Lips at your ear as his voice turns darker.

"If I didn't like that you were an ornery, disobetiant brat, I would have fed you to the trash beast a long time ago, Princess."

Anyone else would have taken that as a deadly threat, as a reminder that Zodel should not be crossed and yet you don't. You take it for what it is because you seem to be the only one who understands him. Wrapping your arms around him, burring your face into his throat as you hum cutely, unknowingly make his chest squeeze tightly.

Because you don't take it as an idle threat, you take it for what it is.

A confession.

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I have the biggest dick in 40 square miles