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#HIS SLEEPY EYES??????
ocudeus · 30 days
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decaytime · 2 months
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I love how Hunters eyes are naturally a bit droopy
​Droopy eyed Hunter supremacy
I headcanon that he squints his eyes to make himself appear more serious. However when neutral or not over thinking on how he presents himself, his eyes droop. He got those sleepy eyes, even after he finally rests lol. It makes him look a bit softer idk. I think he either has a resting bitch face or that
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Edit: I fixed the art. Also glad y’all liked this post :)
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ryllen · 3 months
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bears for sale @ letterstoear
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willowser · 7 months
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not to be so horny on main, but when bakugou is home, all he wears are those super tight black boxer shorts
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purrfectlycontent · 22 days
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wafflesex · 7 months
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Was scrolling through my old art from last year and realized I never posted Floyd discovering the joy of bubblegum
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bruciemilf · 1 year
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There's something deeply touching about Jason knowing he'll never be the kid Bruce saved again, but still maintaining some quirks, mannerisms, habits, pieces of young Jason Todd. They're small but cut deep.
Jason, when he allows himself to stay at the manor as a tiny indulgence, still acts like there's a barrier of lasers protecting Alfred's cookie jar, just so he and Dick would have an excuse to compare leaps.
He's still waiting for the lights to fall asleep so he could visit the library and get angry at Tim, or Bruce, or both, twins in audacity, for dig earing the pages they knew he'd read.
Of course Bruce finds him because he always looks for him, ridiculously fluffy pink robe that Selina bought him sagging on him.
He ignores the ball of sadness exploding in his stomach as he realizes Bruce is the one looking up at him now. It feels like a robbery, premeditated and calculated, " Jaylad, you have to nap."
" Bruce, I am a grown ass man, you cannot fucking tell me to NAP--"
There's an unspoken type of authority that surrounds gentle parents. Is Bruce a gentle parent? Well. He doesn’t need to hit Jason to get what he wants, that's for sure, " Excuse me?"
"...Just one more page?"
Bruce is also very weak for them, thought. "..Fine. don't tell Alfred."
When Dick proudly shows off his patrol record for the week, all preppy and shiny besides Bruce at the kitchen table, Jason hears it all the way from the couch.
Damian is a very sore loser when it comes to Mario Kart, he learned, " Todd! TODD! Come back here and taste DEFEAT! FIGHT ME LIKE A WOMAN, COWARD!"
" So yeah, 40 arrests are pretty good, I'd say,--"
" 40? That's adorable, I got 70. On a broken leg."
Bruce, suddenly spooked, turns to him, " You had your leg broken on patrol?!"
" A broken leg? Awwww. Killer Crock almost bit my face off, but hey. Nice of you to try."
"Waylon bit you?!"
" At least I'm not a COP!"
" YOU'RE STILL A COP?!"
" I'm working on it, okay?!"
But the biggest thing? Jason's so unflinchingly clingy on Bruce; When they first meet this 'Justice League' Batman joined, Jason requested to be there. A robin caricature, but he doesn't trust any of them.
Aside from Diana. Diana's always the exceptions.
" This is Superman, " Bruce may think that little blush goes unnoticed, but it certainly doesn't. " And this is my ba-- This is Red Hood. I trust him with my life."
Don't cry don't cry don't cry Jason chants in his head.
Superman extends his hand and a honey sunshine smile, " Red Hood?! Oh, I've heard so much about you. We have to work together sometime. Share stories about this one here."
He heard about the guy's X Ray vision. He hopes that if he does take a peek, he sees the sinister pull of grin on his lips, all teeth and no niceness, " I'm more of a hugger."
" Oh. Uh... Sure. I love hugs."
Jason makes sure to whisper, " He doesn't kill but I do," before pulling away. Then he turns to Bruce, going from standing at his full height to relaxing a little bit,
" I want bat burgers on the way."
Bruce hums and signals for him to lean down to get his head petted. Jason does. Even if he's embarassed.
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numberonepartyboy · 5 months
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nya and jay still having injuries from skybound even after rewinding time is my favorite hc bc it means that nadakhan is still a reminder of what they experienced but also that they still never told anyone what happened. he's still a reminder in their lives... even if no one remembers him
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feraltwinkseb · 5 months
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March 17, 2013 - Melbourne, Australia Source: Peter J Fox/Getty Images
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crybaby-bkg · 1 year
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Bakugou finds himself trying to live up to an expectation he never thought he would have to—being some kind of sex god. He’s not really sure how this rumor started, or from who, seeing as most of his experiences were with close friends that he knew didn’t run their mouths about his sex life. But after so much ‘news’ being spread about his uncanny abilities in the bed, he finds himself trying to live up to its expectations.
Which makes sex with you…entirely too awkward. It’s not that he doesn’t wanna do it, or that he’s not attracted to you (couldn’t be farther from the truth, actually). It’s the fact that he’s sure you’ve heard the rumors, read the stories from tabloids and shitty Reddit posts. You must have, with the way you smile all sultry up at him and rub a hand down his bicep and grin all prettily at him.
It’s why he cusses extremely loud in the otherwise quiet room when he’s above you, and slips. He’s still not sure how it happened; you were laying beneath him and he was on his knees in between your legs, resting his weight on his hands beside your head. He knows it couldn’t have been a strength thing, with his arms giving out, but he’s embarrassed nonetheless.
Especially when the slip makes his head knock against yours.
You groan loudly, rubbing your head as Bakugou cusses again, pulling his body weight from on top of you as he sits on his knees. He’s irritated now, at his stupidity, at the weight of being better than he knew he actually was weighing on him so heavily, that it’s fucked up your first time together. He opens his mouth to apologize, ask if you want him to drop you off back at home, but he stops himself when he sees your wide grin and hears your quiet laughter.
“Me almost knocking you unconscious with my head is funny to you?” He asks accusingly, but he can’t help the small smile tugging his lips when his words only make you laugh louder. You nod at him, giggling all the while you pull him down on top of you again. He gives a little resistance before he falls onto you until his nose brushes yours.
“Yes, actually.” You chuckle, soft eyes searching his. “It’s nice to see that Dynamight is actually human, and still occasionally fucks up.” You whisper, smile diminishing but genuine all the while. It makes Bakugou soften, a huff escaping his nose as he mashes his lips against yours until you feel teeth and giggle again.
“I never fuck up,” he grunts against your mouth, smiling when he feels your smile against his own.
“Tell that to the knot on my forehead.” You snark back before he’s pulling you in again.
Realistic sex with him includes the time you both laughed when you released too much air while in doggy position and it made a funny sound. And when he accidentally stumbled while carrying you and you bit his lip too hard to be sexy. And when he collapsed from exhaustion on top of you after trying to initiate, instead finding comfort in pulling out of you so you two could just cuddle instead.
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slicznymartwy · 9 months
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Billy Lenz X GN! Reader where the reader is so gentle and surprisingly patient with him? Billy would believe he doesn’t deserve their kindness and he assumes the reader is “pretending” to be nice, but they’re not pretending at all.
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hmm i was kind of torn if it should be established or not .. went with not but i think i regret it !! so i might post more of this but this is mostly a rlly short first meeting blurb hehe warning: general billy lenz gross dialogue, thats it
☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x gn!reader
Waiting is the worst part. Billy looks outside, where the dark sky and white snow stretch on forever and ever. It's almost time, he tells himself, just a little while longer. Then, he can finally fill his grumbling stomach.
True to his own word, he lets himself sneak down the ladder after a few more minutes, taking it rung by rung to keep as quiet as possible. He gives the same treatment to the staircase, taking each step with measured precision. Billy isn't an amateur, and he's taken this route many times since he started staying in the attic.
Billy freezes in the kitchen doorway when he sees he’s not alone. He sees you sitting at the kitchen table, a partially full glass of milk in front of you. Billy wants to book it back to his attic and pretend that you were just a ghost, or that he was a ghost. You’re both ghosts, haunting each other. 
“Hi,” you say softly. Billy doesn’t answer you. He stares, standing still in the doorway. 
“Are you hungry?” you ask. Billy still keeps quiet, but his stomach doesn’t get the message; it growls lowly, long and drawn-out.
When you smile, you try to cover it with your hand. He doesn’t know why. You’re so stupid. Why would you hide a pretty smile? You don’t want him to see it? Do you hate him that much? He wants to hold your mouth open and see your teeth. They looked so white.
“I’ll make us sandwiches, okay?”
Billy watches from the doorway at first, but he moves closer to watch. He might as well see what you put in it. He won’t eat it if there’s tomatoes. He hates tomatoes. They make the bread all wet, even if he picks them out. 
You don’t use tomatoes. Just ham and cheese, mayo and mustard. His mouth waters as you cut it in half. Billy doesn’t realize how close he is until you turn and you have to look up at him.
“Thirsty?” you ask. Billy doesn’t answer. 
“Water?” You pause. “Beer?”
Billy looks into your eyes. He wants to scare you. Why aren’t you scared? You shouldn’t be making him a sandwich. You should be crying and calling the police. Billy is scary. He’s filthy Billy, he’s the Moaner.
You hold his sandwich out to him on a napkin and he snatches it out of your hands. He turns away from you when he takes his first bite, and then he can’t stop. He eats and eats until there’s nothing. He licks the crumbs off his fingers. It’s better than the pickles or the peanut butter he’s been stealing.
When he’s done, you poke your head out around him. You’re holding the other sandwich. 
“Still hungry?” you ask. He takes this one too, and destroys it similarly.
You make two more sandwiches, one for him and one for you this time, and Billy sits down at the kitchen table while he waits. Once the sandwich is front of him, along with a tall glass of water, Billy eats it slower than he did the others. He chugs the glass of water.
“You’ll make yourself sick, slow down,” you murmur, pouting. Billy gasps when he stops drinking, wiping his chin with his palm. He starts to drink again, but slower. He looks to you and you smile. 
“What’s your name?” 
Billy doesn’t answer. He takes the half you weren’t holding and eats it too. He expects you to lash out. Hit him, pull his hair, throw him out of the house. Yell at him that he’s being bad. Bad Billy. 
Instead, you get up and refill his cup with more tap water. 
“Want an apple?” you ask. Billy takes the cup of water and sips some of it. He shakes his head afterward. 
You smile without any teeth. Billy misses them.
When Billy’s done, you take his napkins and clean off his crumbs from the table before tossing it all away. 
“Want more water?” you ask. Billy shakes his head and watches you carry the cup to the sink and leave it there. 
“Do you want to see my bedroom?” you ask him quietly. 
Billy’s eyes open wider. Stupid. So stupid. Billy could ruin you. Billy could destroy you. Don’t you know what Billy is? Aren’t you afraid of the Moaner? You’re not supposed to welcome Billy in. 
Billy doesn’t answer your question, but he follows behind you up the stairs. You close the door to your room behind him, but Billy stays next to the door as you walk to your bed. 
“This is it,” you say. Billy stares at you. He’s seen your room before plenty of times, just never like this. Never with you, inside with you. 
“Come here.”  You pat the edge of the bed next to you. Billy waits to take his first step, then waits again for the next. He’s slow, but it's only because he still can't figure out your angle.
Still, he manages to sit beside you. He stares into his lap while you look at him. 
“You’re the one from the attic, aren’t you?” you whisper. 
Billy’s hands clench. He expects it now. You’ll be so scared of him. You’ll push him away, call him a freak. You’ll hit Billy until his nose bleeds, and then he’ll choke you with both hands because you made him mad. You'll deserve it because you hate Billy. 
But you don’t do anything - you just wait. Billy doesn’t know how to answer. Your teeth are so white. 
“I can hear you up there sometimes. Your foot steps. You have to be really quiet, don’t you?” you ask. He nods, because he does have to be quiet. He didn’t want to get caught, but you caught him anyways. 
Aren’t you afraid? Why are you letting him sit with you? Billy can’t understand you. Why are you being so nice?
“It’s a big house, but I can hear your phone calls too. You can be loud when you want to be.”
Billy’s heart plummets further. He grunts and rubs his eyes. With his vision obscured, it’s easier to talk. It’s like he isn’t really in the room with you. He wants to be up in the attic with his phone. He’d feel better talking to you that way. 
Instead, he only lets himself say, “I want to cum on your teeth.” His voice is quiet, whispered into the dark room. You sigh. 
“I wish you wouldn’t say that,” you murmur. 
“I’ll lick them clean,” he promises. They were really white. He catches another glimpse of them while you’re talking, pearly and shiny like the sun. 
“Do you want to take a shower? Or a bath? I could show you where the bathroom is,” you say. 
“No,” he says quickly, firmly. He hates wet hair, wet skin. Cold.
“Okay. Do you want to sleep here?” you ask him. Billy hates it. Why do you get to be so nice?
“Wanna put my cock inside your hole. Pig fuckhole,” he mutters, pressing against his eyes until his vision swims and flashes.
You sigh, and Billy blinks a few times to get back his sight before watching you twist and lay down. Your hair fans out against your pillow and, from he still sits at the edge of your bed, he imagines rubbing his cock against it. Evil, disgusting Billy. He should be put down like a dog. Bad dog, bad Billy.
“When’s the last time you slept on a real bed?” you ask him.
“Woof. Lay down, Billy,” he says quietly. He watches you and you watch him. The bed was really soft. He could curl up at the bottom of the bed and sleep at your feet like a puppy dog. He imagines rubbing his red cock against your toes. Would you hate Billy if you knew his brain? Would you still let him sleep with you in your big warm soft bed if you knew he was terrible?
He doesn’t want to find out. He crawls over your legs and lays down next to you, his head resting on the pillow beside yours. He stares up at the ceiling and tries to imagine what boxes of junk he’s underneath. 
“It’s lonely out there,” you say suddenly. Billy looks at you, and you’re also looking at the ceiling, so Billy looks back up. 
“You can sleep here tonight,” you tell him, fixing the blanket around the both of you.
Billy could easily roll over on top of you. He could bite your throat and pull out your flesh. He could chop you into pieces and then fuck whatever’s left. Instead, he stays still and watches the ceiling until he falls asleep. 
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chrollohearttags · 4 months
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sleepy/sonmo sex with ace….
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wideminded-dreamer · 4 months
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im so totally fine this is FINE
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sadsackpostteen · 3 months
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What if I told you my kink is someone rolling their eyes at me...
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Aw, don't worry Peppino, we have no intention of hurting anyone!
[Gently and in a friendly pat on the shoulder]
Moreover, with our new abilities, we could help you with your work, if you need it of course :]
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Peppino: "Oh no no, yeah, it's fine! There's a bunch of disembodied hands floating around and touching me, this is fine!"
Peppino: "Jeez! Is it hot in here, or is it just me!?"
Gustavo: (If I had a nickel every time this happened...)
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Pep: "...Mrr...?"
Pep: "...!"
Pep: "Doog ton! Doog ton! Onippep rof hcum oot ekam! Revo- Revo ot yrt ton od esaelp- Sdneirf on on on!"
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Peppino: "!?"
Gustavo: "... Thanks, Brick."
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Pep: "..."
Gustavo: "-Alright, just breathe. It's okay, we got you."
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Pep: "Um... Really sorry, Peppino and Gustavo..."
Peppino: "It's alright, Pep. It wasn't your fault."
Pep: "Is Peppino... Mad at friends...? Gustavo... Mad at friends...?"
Peppino: "No no, I'm not mad! It was-a just... A lot all at once..."
Gustavo: "They were just excited and wanted to help! I can't be mad at the enthusiasm!"
Pep: "... Okay..."
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Peppino: "Look Pep, it's alright. We're all okay now. I don't-a mind if your friends want to help, we just might need to put some rules down to avoid anyone getting overwhelmed again."
Pep: "... Okay..."
Peppino: "We can talk to your friends. You can rest with Brick again, yeah?"
Pep: "... Yes."
(Do not worry, your hands are not gone forever! Just temporarily unsummoned by the master controls Pep somehow button mashed to.)
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blobbei-art · 4 months
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Haven't drawn anything so have these Bedman designs I did a while ago!
I wanted to design an outfit for him he could be wearing if he lived and was awake like Delilah. The intention is that he would resemble his bed and wear comfy clothes he could sleep in. The jacket contrasts this, maybe it was an expensive item he saved up for.
The top ref sheet came from frustration I wanted to get rid of by experimenting with art style/stylisation.
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