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[annoyingmantaray]

[solarcandydrops]

The booping is nice and all. But I

have to wonder what it's distracting us from. This is like rich people doing cringe shit to cover-up crimes and atrocities.

[hwsforeignrelations]

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Hello and welcome to my Hetalia blog!

On this blog I post:

- Fanfictions (#fanfic)

- Fanart (#my art)

- Headcanons (#headcanon)

- Prompt Answers (#prompt)

- Responses to Asks (#ask)

- Collabs (#collab)

- Random Thoughts (#.txt)

- Plot Ideas (#plotty)

- Reblogs (#reblog)

- Self Reblogs (#rebloggy)

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I'm a multishipper and open to all ships except: NoTPs

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There is USUKUS content on this blog and if you dislike that just mute the tag.

All Cardsverse AU content can be found under #hwsfr cardsverse

The creator supports Feminism, Democratic Socialism, LGBTQ+, BLM, Police Reform, Palestine, Indigenous Rights, Climate Activism, Jews, Muslims, Pro-choice, etc. ❤️

This creator does not support LGBTQ+Phobia, Pro-EDs, "Defund the police", If you think making light of obese animals is cute, If you think sending death threats/suicide baiting (for ANY reason) is acceptable, If you don't like pit bulls, If you make edits with fan art and don't credit, pedophiles, pro-shippers (as in incest), anti-Semites, racists, etc.

Thanks for reading!

[argent-sz]

Hi, I'm Danny.

I'll skip the introduction cuz i already did it here. Read my intro. I put it there if you wanna #clock me. Do it or you will suffer..... Consequences!!!!!!!!

This is my blog, it's still kinda messy, but you can sit wherever you want!

My fursona's full name is Danathiel Boggardiñe Anne, Danny Ann for short! I have so much unwritten lore. I prommy i'll make a tag for it i prommy i prommy i prommy

My blog title is about celebrities.

I also suggest muting the tag "the damny" if you dont wanna see my personal ramblings.

[thirdtimed]

these guys are unbelievably fun to draw

[aubeezz]

Made some adopts !! These two are $15 USD each... dm if interested ! UPDATE: BOTH SOLD

[kangals]

im on vacation this week and the dogs are being boarded, the kennel posted some pictures of them and im enjoying the disparity. very "excited happy little brother" vs "put-upon and weary big sister" vibes.

[annabelle--cane]

you! person who talks about how "everyone has an addiction" and mainly means phones/video games! quick quick, tell me how you feel about people who compulsively use drugs!

[waterwindow]

Look I like asks, and I don't even mind requests (tho the likelyhood of me doing them is pretty slim) but if you inbox me asking for free art I feel like I should at least get the curtesy of knowing who I'm making it for.

[annoyingmantaray]

If anyone has requests of what they would like to see me draw that is Agere related send me!

[killerwhaletank]

i've had an idea for some soda enjoying cane user out there

cocaine . coke cane. get it

[solarcandydrops]

@ the anon who sent me that ask saying trans men are all rapists and whatever? Fuck you. Go drink hot bleach you parasite.

[tmos-time]

just realized i could make a poll on something ive been curious of for a while lol

[argent-sz]

My arm 💪 😫 😩 😍 😭 😤

[riconas]

I am so grateful i found you and your work. Overstimulation is my fav kink and it wasn’t super common among ghost writers, and if it was involved it was minor or a side detail. I constantly find myself rereading everything you write. ❤️❤️❤️

If i could make a request (no pressure ofc) could I get some soft overstimulation? Hard and rough is a staple but soft loving overwhelm is slept on. Or, if you have written something like this, could I be directed to it so I can slurp it up like a man starved?

thank you! i'm so glad you're enjoying my stuff. if you're looking for soft overstim, encore might fit the bill. if you've read that already, here's some mountrain. 🧡

tags: overstimulation, a really mean handjob, and a side of humiliation

“Hey,” Rain murmurs, fingers carding sweetly through his hair. “None of that, now.” 

Mountain opens his mouth. He doesn’t recognise the sound that comes out, but it must amuse Rain, for how his smile widens. Mountain usually likes seeing Rain smile, but these are not usual circumstances.

“None of that,” Rain says again, and Mountain realises—yes, he was pushing Rain’s hand away. How rude of him. 

“Sorry,” he says. Tries to say. He isn’t sure if Rain hears it, what with the way his face is mushed into the side of Rain’s neck, but Rain is lakewater-cool against his feverish back, and Rain’s scent is far too intoxicating for him to tear himself away. 

“That’s alright,” Rain replies, voice light as a summer breeze. “But no more pushing, okay?"

Mountain nods. He certainly won’t be keeping that promise, but he can’t really say no, can he? Belial, he can’t even remember why he pushed Rain away in the first place, can’t remember what in hell compelled him to do such an outrageous thing. 

Then Rain’s fingers close around his cock, and it all comes rushing back. The ache in his thighs. The burn in his gut. The meteor shower inside his head, hammering against his skull.

“Ah-ah,” Rain chides. “You’re squirming again.” 

Mountain whimpers. Rain’s hand isn’t going anywhere, but his dick isn’t getting hard anytime soon. Not after the two orgasms Rain's wrung out of him, after edging him until his thighs went numb. Rain cleaned him up after each one, wiping away the spit and cum with a damp towel, just out of courtesy. If the clock’s right, it hasn’t even been an hour. 

The clock must be slow. 

“Enough,” he slurs. “I can’t—again.” He paws helplessly at Rain’s wrist, too scared to push. “S’too much, Rain, too much—”

“But I’m not done,” Rain says softly. 

Mountain is done. Beyond done, in fact. Done ten times over. But it doesn’t matter, not to Rain. Mountain could beg until his vocal cords give out, and Rain wouldn’t bat an eyelash. It's unfair, truly, that he’s so unaffected when his barest touches are driving Mountain mad. 

Rain kisses the base of his horn, open-mouthed. Warm and wet and so indulgent. Mountain is terribly sensitive there. It’s a shot of pure ecstasy, white-hot electricity sparking down his spine. His hips jerk gracelessly into Rain's fist.

“Please,” he gasps. “Not again.” 

Rain rubs his nose in Mountain’s hair, far too affectionate for how horribly he’s torturing him. “Why not? Does it hurt?”

Mountain nods fervently and squeezes Rain’s arm as hard as he can, because gravity isn’t working anymore, and he’s floating away. His fingers overlap by a good margin, yet he has never felt smaller. Strange, the things Rain does to him. 

“Shame,” Rain murmurs. “Nothing much I can do about that. You’ll just have to bear it, I think.” 

Mountain doesn’t think he can bear it. It’s so confusing how Rain can say such gentle things. Maybe, if he asks really, really nicely—

“You keep squirming,” Rain sighs, fondling his balls. “Come on, darling. You know better than that.” He pinches the head of Mountain’s shrivelled cock, and then, to Mountain’s horror, wraps those nimble fingers around his too-soft length and starts to jack him off. It would be comical if it wasn’t so sad, watching the flaccid length of his dick give like putty under Rain’s unrelenting hand. Mountain feels his cheeks burn. “Look at that. So tiny. It’s like there’s nothing there.”

“Don’t say that,” Mountain begs. 

“But it is tiny.” Rain makes a U shape with his index and thumb, a mere two inches apart, and holds it against Mountain’s poor cock, like he’s measuring it. “See?” 

Of course he sees. Mountain isn’t blind, or stupid. But that doesn’t mean he wants to see, and he closes his eyes to try and shut out the prickle of humiliation. Rain gropes him greedily, determined to wring one more impossible orgasm from his struggling body, and Mountain decides his love for Rain does not outweigh his tolerance for Rain’s cruelty. 

“I can’t cum again,” he cries out. It feels like a confession, like an admittance of failure. He flinches at the stab of shame, at the humiliation bubbling up inside him. Two measly orgasms. As if he doesn't push Rain to three, four on a good day. As if he doesn't wipe Rain's tears away when Rain says those very same words.

But Rain doesn’t scoff or sneer or laugh the way Mountain fears he might. “This isn’t enough?” he enquires, so gentle it gives Mountain whiplash. “Do you need my fingers, too?” He wiggles a hand between them, prodding carelessly at Mountain’s hole, and Mountain jerks away. There has been no prep. “Or do you need my cock?” And he rocks subtly against Mountain’s ass, his erection solid and obvious through his sweatpants.  

Frankly, Mountain doesn’t believe there is anything in the world that could make him cum again. He says as much, though the words are jumbled and borderline nonsensical when they leave his mouth. There is no way Rain understands them. 

“What do you need?” Rain asks, petting his sweat-damp hair. “Tell me. Anything you need, to make you cum again. You can have it.” 

Mountain’s head clears long enough for him to find the words. “Please,” he begs. “Just—stop for a moment, please—”

"That's not an answer. What do you need?”

“Please!” 

Rain sighs. Useless, Mountain thinks in despair. No point in begging when it’s Rain. 

“You know what to say,” Rain whispers, just a tad bit kinder. “You know how to make this stop.” 

Mountain does know what to say. He will not say it. He does not need to lie to himself. 

“I want to,” Mountain hiccups. “I wanna cum but—I can’t. I really want to.” He twists his hips away in a vain attempt to slide his poor cock out of Rain’s fist, but Rain tracks his every movement, and he’s held fast. 

“Try harder,” Rain says patiently. 

Mountain whines in frustration. “I don’t know how.” 

Rain is silent for a moment. His arm tightens lovingly around Mountain’s waist, and Mountain wonders if Rain can feel just how hard he’s trembling. Wonders if he’ll tease him for it. 

“Well, then,” Rain says slowly. “That's a little unfortunate, isn’t it? You’d better figure it out.”