#I GOTSTA KNOW

[akindergentlerclipboard]

When will my lover sanity weewoo show come back from the war

[barbequebarf]

GUHGUHGUHGOON NATION RISING

[meneatyoghurt]

Most important s4 question: will we meet Enzo?

[ogamagirl]

if the shirt fits 👀

[mythvoiced]

-. if you nyoom an icon/gif/any pic into a post and then change your text editor to ‘html’, after <img src=“” and before data-orig-height and what follows, add alt=“text of your choice” and then you too can add your shitposting directly into your image~

[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🕸🍒┊Explaining | Katsuki Bakugou꒱

Can’t stop thinking about this post by @tired-biscuit and thinking even harder about catching Katsuki one night.

Will this turn into a thing? Maybe— (update from future! me: This is somehow 2.7k. I don’t know if it even makes any sense, mush brain. It’s midnight. Christ. Edited and added a little read more thing)

『♡』 f! reader, best friends to lovers, m masturbation, piv sex, arguing, anxious katsuki for a bit, some praise, fingering, idk guys sex stuff, unedited bc I wrote it half asleep

Katsuki fucks his fist sloppy, chewing on the end of his shirt. Slippery beads of precum well up and spill down the shaft and he circles his thumb over the head.

He chokes back a moan and squeezes harder, slamming his hips forward desperately in need of release. The tension in his body has been pulling like a rubber band for hours. It stretches farther and farther every time.

Tonight was torture for him. You’d worn those stupid shorts and a loose crop top. You never wear a bra under your crop tops, let alone around him.

Every time you’d lift your arms too high he’d get a peek of your pretty tits and jerk his head to the side. Your shorts were no different— showing off the underside of your ass cheeks and tight enough he could just make out the outline of your pussy. Normally both would be fine but, fuck.

His strokes get faster while his mind fuzzes. Lust clouds his thought process as he shoves the guilt to the back of his mind to deal with later. His face feels numb, his lips tingle, the metaphorical rubber band pulls tighter.

Tighter. Like his fist is while it squeezes down on his cock and spreads the precum all over him.

Tighter. Like he’s sure your pussy would be as it was wrapping around him and sucking him with each thrust.

The end of his t shirt is wet and slobbery. A thin sheen of sweat coats his body and the slapping wet noises of his thrusts is getting louder. His brows furrow as he closes overwhelmed eyes. With the sound of the water running in the background he doesn’t even hear you coming.

You’re usually a little loud when you’re sleepy and heading to the bathroom. Your feet amble beneath you without too much sense, body heavy, mind foggy— you’re a sweet little thing when you’re sleepy. One too many times has he woken to you running into walls while trying to get into the bathroom.

But he doesn’t hear you this time.

He pants and whines a little in the back of his throat, sloppily fucking his hand. He’s focused on the thought of you up under him. Sliding your shorts to the side and letting him eat your pussy. Bouncing on his cock in that big shirt you stole from him a year or two ago.

He’s a goddamn mess. The tension and heat in his tummy gets tighter, tighter, until he feels like he might pass out. The world is about to allow him the grace of relief.

And then you sleepily open your bathroom door. You’re still half awake with drool on your face and your eyes hardly open. You’d changed into comfier shorts and kept the crop top, which was now riding up on one side so that your tit was on display.

“Gotsta’ pee,” You blink hazily trying to figure out why your bathroom smells like fresh salted caramel.

He forgot to lock it.

Katsuki is frozen in place. He doesn’t know what to do, say, think— you just walked in on him jacking off in your bathroom. Precum is still dribbling out and all over his hand. He opens his mouth with a red face and lets his shirt drop to cover his abs, quickly shoving his cock into his pajama pants.

And you’re just standing there like you hardly even register what’s going on. Your eyes widen when two and two come together, making four. Watery carmine eyes meet yours as his lips tremble before he’s shoving past you with sparking palms.

He tries to rush out and makes a mad dash to your bedroom to grab his things. Embarrassment and guilt makes him panic, filling his being with a nauseous feeling. And he’s not sure what to do or say.

Does he say sorry? Does he confess? Does he block you and run?

For once, Katsuki doesn’t want to be brave. He is scared and he is tired of being the hero who has no fear. Anxiety makes his fingers shake while tears threaten to spill over his pretty tanned cheeks.

You come rushing around the corner with flushed cheeks and determined hands. Your fingers twist into his shirt and pull him back, spinning him around to face you. It’s a miracle you managed it with how much bigger and stronger he is.

Katsuki’s terrified gaze holds yours with a trembling lower lip. He might be much bigger but right now he feels small.

“Wait, wait, wait. Hey— hey what’s goin’ on?” You coo, pulling him toward your bed to sit. His feet move on their own accord and do as you please. “Why are you leaving?” Fingers twist tighter in his shirt.

The blonde gawks and scrambles for words. Quick breaths leave his lips with little to no time between. Katsuki wants to cry, scream, and just die. You caught him beating his fuckin meat in your bathroom and now you’re comforting him.

“What else m’ I supposed to fuckin do?” He grunts, putting his brave face and frown right back on.

“Get in bed and go back to sleep?” Your head tilts and you say it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Katsuki confusedly jerks back with a frown and snort. Thick hands grip his sweatpants for dear life.

“You want me to get in bed with you and go back to sleep after—after that?” The AC kicks on in the background and whirrs to life, sending cool air through the room.

“Yeah? Unless you wanna talk about it now at,” you glance at the clock on the nightstand “, two fourty five in the fucking morning.” You rub your face with your palm.

“I don’t think me jacking off in your bathroom needs explaining.” He spits, flustered and annoyed. His face scrunches up all sour and huffs, the tips of his ears still red.

You sigh and frustration bubbles in his chest.

“What? You can’t seriously want me—“

Your hand presses to his mouth and you shoot him a glare. Exhaustion spreads your features with a huff to shut him up.

“What’s going on? And don’t give me some bullshit. Just tell me what’s going on.” Your tone leaves no room for an argument.

“You and your stupid fuckin— stupid shorts and whiny voice and shit. That’s what’s going on!” He leans in so that his nose is only a few inches from yours and snaps.

“Me?” You mumble, obviously confused.

“Yes, you.” His fingers press near your sternum and poke with a growl.

You squeak and narrow your eyes, moving closer to him yourself and pushing his chest lightly.

“What about you?” You guffaw. You’re not quite wrapping your mind around the situation yet, still tired and not understanding what the big deal is.

And Katsuki nearly loses it. The tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, his mind racing and chest heaving. He’s been dealing with you practically torturing him day in and day out for years— and now you’re asking about him. But before he can speak you start rambling on.

“You run around in these goddamn sweatpants-“ you tug at the grey fabric a little “and you say I’M what’s going on? You still haven’t explained shit!”

Katsuki turns a shade of red you’ve never seen before. He starts noticing your close proximity, the way your breath still smells like toothpaste, your pout. Your lips are an inch away from his and it is taking every little bit of willpower he has to not kiss you.

“Yes.” A puff of air ghosts over your lips and you take in the sight in front of you. Feelings you tried to shove down bubble in your tummy and spread.

The rubber band that’s been winding in his gut and mind for far too long grows tighter. Stretched to the point of which it’ll never be the same.

Heat in your stomach starts to flow and consume your being as things begin to click into place. He was getting off in your bathroom, he said you’re what’s going on.

“Oh..” you breathlessly whisper. Something in you burns. If he feels the same way then.. it couldn’t hurt, could it?

Katsuki jerks his head away from yours and looks to the side. His shoulders tight, grey t shirt with a damp area at the bottoms wrinkling as he fidgets with it. It’s like he’s waiting for the sting of rejection.

You grab his jaw with unsure hands and guide him back to look at you. His big, misty and wide eyes peering into your own.

And then you kiss him.

Snap

All tongue and soft lips, teeth clashing against his from the awkward position. You dig your nails into his chest like he’s gonna float away if you don’t.

And katsuki just might. Because you taste just like he thought you would, your mouth moves against his like he was just fantasizing about before. He soaks in the kiss like it will be his last until you break for air while panting.

“Don’t you ever try to run from me like that again.” You whine and dive back in.

His body acts before he can think enough to stop himself. You fall back against the mattress, plushie beside your head. His thick heavy body presses you into it and weighs you down while big hands travel up and down you. He explores your body like it’s something to be worshipped.

Your own hands push and pull at him. They slide under his shirt and drag nails down his toned, tan back. Your legs open up so he can slot between them with a particularly good suck on his bottom lip.

A breathy moan leaves your lips and it sends fire down his body.

“Fuck— god.” He whines between kisses. The line of his cock presses against you through your thin pajama shorts and makes you antsy. Your fingers grip at Wheaty blond roots and tug.

“Is this— oh,” You can feel him drag against you through his sweats. “ is this what you were thinking about?”

Katsuki shakes his head.

“Close enough.” He gasps, guttural and needy as your teeth nip under his jaw. Your tongue slides down the column of his throat as his clothed cock does against your heat.

“Wanna know what I think about?”

His mind stills and he nods feverishly before diving into the crook of your neck to suck. Pink marks are left in his wake and his fingers slide under the fabric of your shorts to rub little circles on your clit.

It makes you stutter and forget what you’re doing for a moment, your legs shake and squeeze around him.

“Been thinkin’ bout your cock in me—“ your pussy drools all over his fingers and the breath gets punched out of him all at once.

“God you fuckin minx.” He growls and slips a finger into your already soaked core. He feels a little more sure of himself, a little better about it.

Your head throws back when he adds the second finger and curls them up. The pad of his thumb works in little circles and flicking motions rhythmically. You keep making these little noises that send jolts to his cock and make it twitch.

For the second time that night, his cock drools precum. It smears against the inside of his pajama pants and dribbles even more when your eyes go wide.

“Katsuki— god, like that, like that!” You babble until a particular stroke of his thumb has your body tightening and then shaking. Release covers his fingers and he yanks your pajama shorts off your body and throws them to the side.

“Good girl, that’s a good girl.” Thick fingers rub soothing circles over your pussy while he slides his shirt and pants off.

You feel his cock press against your folds and then his face is right above yours. He licks lazily into your mouth, hand coming up under your thighs to guide them around his back where your ankles cross over.

“Shit— y’so wet for me.” He mumbles between kisses and then links a hand with yours, pressing it into the mattress. “You want it? Want my cock?”

“Quit being a tease! Just give me your ohhh” You whimper and gasp, head throwing back and free hand coming to clutch at anything you can get your hands on.

He’s girthy and hot as he fills you up to the brim. There’s not a space untouched by his cock, making you feel so stuffed and out of breath you can hardly move.

“That’s it, you can take it.” He breathes into your mouth.

You slowly adjust to him and as soon as you relax, he pulls his hips back and thrusts. It makes you hiccup and lose your mind. The sheets are much too sweaty, AC be damned, and he looks like a literal god over you.

All tanned muscle and flushed cheeks. His pretty focused face scrunched up in determination not to cum immediately. You’re not sure how much you can take before you tear the sheets apart and scream.

He sets an even pace with his hips before propping your hips up a little and slowing down. It’s slow but it’s deep. His cock head touches something in you that has expletives leaving both your mouths as your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-“ he desperately tries to keep hold of sanity. But you taste good, you smell good- better than any of his fantasies. Your pussy wraps around him in ways he couldn’t imagine. You’re really sprawled under him and moaning.

His cock is frothing near the base because of how wet you are, pussy juice and precum sliding between your ass cheeks and onto the bed. Your pink bedsheets are damp and one of your plushies has been thrown off the bed in the midst of your feverish mess.

It doesn’t last long. His face crumples as he cums and he rubs your clit and pussy until you squeeze down on him right after.

His jaw drops into a low “o” when he cums. You thank every lucky star for birth control while you both come down off a high. The two of you lay there and pant for a while before his cock slides out of you and he collapses onto your bed.

“Holy fuck.” Katsuki mutters to no one but himself. Half of him can’t believe it. He feels like icy hot with his back and forth his thoughts are, reeling and trying to take in what happened and what is happening.

“Yeah—“ you roll and press your chest against him. A kiss to his jaw makes his heart throb. “God that was good.”

A thick, beefy arm wraps around you and he hides his face in your neck. He sighs and pulls you in closer.

“I better not be readin’ this shit wrong but..” He mumbles, yanking up the blankets over the two of you. “We’re a thing now right?”

You snort and laugh for a minute.

“Yeah, duh, dummy” You smack his chest and roll your eyes.

The AC finally does it’s job at cooling the two of you off and he grumbles and gets a towel to clean you off. It only takes a few minutes before the two of you are back in pajamas and laying on top of a throw blanket. The massive comforter pulled over the two of you.

You flick on the TV and scroll through some of the go to shows before curling against him with a sigh. When you glance up, you notice a deep frown on his face and grumble.

“What are you looking so pissy for?” You place a peck on his jaw and turn your attention back to the screen.

His big hands run up and down your body, thumbs dragging over your hips. With a look of defeat and a pout, he admits, “Eiji’ bet me a hundred bucks you liked me back.”

That earns him a smack on the chest. “Don’t you dare tell him it’s cause I caught you beating off in my bathroom, Katsuki.”

[bluebellhairpin]

Naw someone yell at me to write this kenny fic later.

[rebouks]

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ROBINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN Aspen: Be careful! Courtney: Ah, he’s fine. Aspen: Honestly-.. how’re you doing? Courtney: Eh. [Robin follows Courtney, attempting to clamber up her legs] Aspen: Why don’t you show Robin your-… [Robin whimpers before Aspen can finish her sentence, far more interested in being picked up] Juniper: My kitchen?! Courtney: Awh.. I’m not going anywhere, buddy! Go n’ play. … Absolute nonsense warning... 😂 I gots a new kitchen that daddy bought me but he said he can’t teach me good ‘cause he’s no good at that stuff and that uncle Oscar your daddy is so much better at making foodies than him and mommy laughed and said the beeping thing on the ceiling hates him but I don’t think that’s true I think it’s just telling him he did it wrong that time I bet if I practice lots maybe I could teach him better than the books he reads about it ‘cause I don’t think they work too good but maybe that means he should just do more stuff he’s good at like I’m good at dancing and daddy said I can take classes soon and I’ll get to wear a pretty dress and shoesies that have pretty bows on them and dance to pretty music with lots of other girls and maybe boys too we could dance if you wanted to but we gotsta make sure we don’t turn the soundbox up too high ‘cause mommy always says the people on the other side of the wall might get mad ‘specially if it’s after bedtime ‘cause she said that it’s rude but I don’t think so ‘cause who wouldn’t want to dance to pretty music??? … Courtney: I’m constantly tired, but it’s way too early for maternity leave. Aspen: You could reduce your hours? Courtney: I don’t really want to drop any more. Juniper: Mommy! Aspen: Well-… Juniper: MOMMY! Robin’s being boring! Courtney: Do you want to feel the babies? Juniper: [gasps] Ooh oh, yes! Courtney: You know there’s two in there, right? One, two… Juniper: Is there a’sposed to be two? Courtney: Sometimes! Two are called twins, and three are triplets-.. that doesn’t happen very often though. Juniper: [pauses] Three..??

[a-song-of-art-and-fire]

House Martell, the Sun & Spear of Dorne

"You may burn us, my lady ... but you will not bend us, break us, or make us bow. This is Dorne. You are not wanted here. Return at your peril."

Some banner bearers of House Martell. I like doing some rank and file every now and again, I can't quite make myself paint whole armies, but a bit of heraldry can't go amiss.

As you can see, my theme for the Dornish is orange, orange, and more... red and yellow, which make orange! With the darker skin tones and copper metallics, this can all get a bit samey, so I love that pop of turquoise on the fella on the right. As well as just being a nice colour contrast, it fits with Dorne's overall vibe of little oases in the desert.

I also feel like there are 3 levels of understanding Westeros: Westeros as Europe, in which case Dorne is Moorish Spain; Dorne as the UK, in which case the Dornish are, shockingly enough, the Cornish; finally, there's the most important thematic level, where George draws on what he knows - the USA. This is the level where the Vale is WASP-y New England, the Riverlands are Southern Gothic, and Dorne is the Southwest - deserts, racial tensions, and chili peppers and huevos rancheros. Which is all an elaborate way of saying - if you're in the Southwest, you gotsta have your turquoise.

[dichromaticdyke]

23- Write about your ship supporting each other through a hard time. (Please with the scandigayvians <3 )

two of them... some post-DSR/pre-AOTD 💔

"I doesn't wants it," Toki said, shoving away the food Jean-Pierre had prepared for him, that Skwisgaar had then brought to his hospital room. It wasn't Skwisgaar's job to feed Toki, but ever since the rescue, he'd been looking for excuses to visit him during his recovery. "I amn'ts hungries."

It wasn't surprising how erratic Toki had gotten since his rescue. He had always been nearly impossible to predict, but now? Now, when Toki was even thinner than Skwisgaar, his muscles barely clinging to bone, his pupil distorted...

Skwisgaar didn't know when he'd become so familiar with Toki's appearance. He didn't know when the Norwegian had clawed his way into his heart. He didn't know why watching Toki refuse to take care of himself felt like a personal attack.

"You's gotsta eats," he reminded him. "You hasn't eatsted in..." He paused. He still couldn't remember when Toki's rescue exactly was.

"I hates all da foods dey gives me," Toki grumbled. "Alls dese vegestables ands flavorless meats. Amn'ts good."

"Wells, what else ams dey supposeds to gives you? You can'ts has sugars, Tokis—"

"Yes I cans! My blood sugars ams too lows, da doctors said sos."

"Dens fuckings eats somethings!" Skwisgaar pressed his palms to his face. "Why... Why doesn't you fuckings eats somethings?" he asked, quietly this time, his voice a whisper. "Doesn't... Doesn't you wants to gets betters?"

Toki was silent, and Skwisgaar could only hear his own harried breathing. He didn't want to look at him—he didn't want to see the sad, nearly waifish husk of the person he cared about so much.

It wasn't metal to care. But he did.

"Skwisgaar...," Toki finally whispered.

Skwisgaar forced himself to look at the man in the hospital bed, forced himself to swallow his pride and look at what had happened to him while he and Dethklok were partying around the world. "Ja?"

"How..." He paused. "How's ams I supposed to knows you won'ts throws it aways just when I's abouts to eats it?"

Skwisgaar was taken aback, his mouth falling open. "I... Why woulds you thinks I would does dat?"

"I don't knows... I just has dese dreams of...of someones takings my foods away...when I sos hungries..." He sniffed, turning his face away. "And whoevers it am, it ams someones what means a lots to mes."

Skwisgaar looked away from Toki then. The words left unsaid were too much to bear. "Waits heres."

"Where I gonna goes?"

Skwisgaar managed a smile, but it hurt too much to commit to. He left the room and came back just a couple minutes later. "Heres." He pressed a candy bar into Toki's hand before turning away.

"Where's you goings?" Toki asked.

Without looking at him, Skwisgaar said, "You needs to eats. You amn'ts gonna eats if you thinks someone's gonna takes it aways from yous, nej?" He left the room without another word, without waiting for a response. He pressed his back against the wall, shutting his eyes.

It was all too much for him to handle.

But the next time he visited him, the candy bar wrapper was in the waste bin, and Toki's blood sugar had spiked just a little bit.

[bnha-littlespace-things]

hear me out,,, Bakugou and Midoriya regressing together and just being the bestest little friends ever. theyre attached by the hip, clingy, just !! little, tiny kids

!!!! that's so cute!!! I love it!!

tw; none that i can think of! let me know if i should add something!

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"Zu! Zu, look at this!" Bakugou ran over to his friend, who was in his All Might-covered room, holding up his new All Might figurine. "All Might gave it to me himself!"

Midoriya's eyes lit up at that. "All Mi' gave you it? T'at's so coo' Kaachan!" Midoriya shook his fists excitedly, the sleeves of his All Might onesie shaking with his arms. "Is so cool!"

"I know! Zu, where do you think I should put him? He's gotta have a special place of honor with the rest of my All Mights!"

"Oh, oh! He shou' go ri' front Kaachan!" Midoriya giggled excitedly, pulling at his sleeves and bringing one of them up to his mouth to chew on. "So eve'yone sees it! E'ryone gotsta see it!"

Bakugou nodded. "You're right Zu. Zu, where's your paci? You're gonna chew your onesie up."

"My paci? Oh! All Paci's ri' here!" Midoriya proudly showed off his deco All Might pacifier, which was clipped onto his onesie's collar.

"Well, chew on that! You don' wanna ruin your onesie!"

"I sorry Kaachan," Midoriya said, stuffing the paci in his mouth.

"You don't gotta apologize Zu! 'Is fine. C'mon, we gotta go put this figure wit' the others!" Bakugou said, standing up shakily. He was starting to slip further into his headspace, but that was okay. Because he was with Zu, and Zu and him were an unstoppable team big or small!

"Yeah! We got' go pu' i' wit' the ot'ers!" Midoriya said, struggling to form words around his paci.

And the two went off towards Bakugou's room together.

[montmartrasse]

hello im gently throwing the first smut (and the first ghost fic!) ive ever written

raindrop, 3.4k, cut for length and very much nsfw content

also on ao3

Rain knew exactly what he needed to do; he had very strict and direct orders from Dewdrop and he was obeying them. 

It felt like he’d been going at it for hours now - his legs were trembling, the sheets were soaked with sweat, and the room definitely smelled like sex. Except, it was only him in the room and he didn’t know how long it would be until Dew showed up. 

He was having a nice morning - smitten after the incredible night he had with a Sister he’d been eyeing for months. Satisfied and still riding the high of the previous night, he was just minding his own business, watching TV in the Ghoul common room, snacking on his plate of cherries. That’s when he felt the room suddenly heat up, a second later, a long clawed hand was in his hair, yanking his head back. 

He felt Dewdrop’s lips next to his ear. “You’ve been having too much fun without me lately, hm?” his voice and whispery breath tickling him, Rain felt a shiver run down his spine. “Gotsta teach you a lesson. You may have forgotten who you belong to.” 

And that’s when he gave his orders. It wasn’t like Dewdrop to get jealous - but he was right. It had been a while since they fucked and he liked it when Dew got rough. A nice change of pace from his own conquests with Sisters and Brothers. 

“You start at nine pm sharp. All by yourself. Do not stop until I get there. Understood? No stopping. And if by the time I get there and you have cummed less than 5 times, we’re gonna have problems” Dew had growled into his ear. 

He had left as quickly as he arrived, leaving Rain weak in the knees, despite having been sitting down the whole time, and stomach puzzling with excitement. He just needed to figure out what to do until nine pm. 

Now he was laying on his bed, completely naked, soaked in sweat. He brought the vibrator to his already overstimulated clit once again,  trying to build up for the fifth orgasm he was supposed to have but he was struggling. The lack of stimulation except for the vibe was not fun and knowing that Dew could burst through the door anytime, although exciting, was making him a nervous wreck. He tried touching himself in other places, a ghastly hand at his nipples, claws running on his stomach, maybe a little squeeze on his neck with his tail - but it wasn’t helping. He needed someone’s - Dewdrop’s touch and he needed it bad. 

Images flooded his mind, what would his punishment be if he couldn’t complete his request? Could he lie to Dewdrop - his mate? What if he got caught - what if Dew was listening from outside of the door, counting his orgasms? 

Now, that got him going. Thinking Dewdrop was waiting outside, maybe listening to his whines and hitched breaths made his heart race. He pushed the vibrator harder into his clit, circling around it. The newfound fantasy made him whinier, letting sounds escape from his mouth, not constraining himself. His hips buckled, almost humping the vibrator like it was his lover’s cock. Finally, after what felt like hours, he found himself nearing another climax, heart beating a little too fast, his back arched and hands grabbing the sheets, Rain found himself cumming for the fifth time like he was asked to do so. 

Collecting himself, he waited for Dew to enter the room, to praise him for being so good, for obeying him like the perfect boy he is - but much to his dislike, no one entered. Sulking and a little tired now, Rain lazily brought the vibrator back to his clit once again, lowering the intensity setting a little bit - too overstimulated at this point to feel anything anyway. Hardly moving his hand, Rain started to wonder if this was his punishment after all - being made to think of Dewdrop while he played with himself, unable to spend the night with someone else. 

After what felt like hours, which in reality was just a mere couple of minutes, he started feeling an orgasm build up once again. He couldn’t help it - deep down he knew this was not the only thing that was going to happen this night and the constant vibration on his clit was unrelenting. His body, however, was not very cooperative. He felt the build-up but the release was not coming, it felt like the worst possible case of edging, especially when he had the control in his own hands. Raising the intensity of the vibe, he started pushing himself for one more orgasm. 

“Please, oh Sathanas, please pleasepleaseplease” he found himself begging to particularly no one as he chased the high once more, “Oh - oh Sathanas please I -”

The door slamming open made Rain jump out of fear, completely losing the build-up for that orgasm. 

Cursing, he tried to lift himself up on his elbow to get a better view of the intruder “What the f-” 

“Stay. down.” came a low, growling sound from the room’s entrance. 

Frozen like deer in the headlights, Rain watched the feral Dewdrop slowly enter the room, eyes glowing with literal fire in them. Slowly and carefully, he made his way towards the bed where Rain lay. This immaculate play Dewdrop had organized and left Rain out of by omitting the game’s nature made Rain burn hot with anticipation. Was he being punished for his recent accolades? Is he going to receive praise now for obeying? A stalking Dew meant a soon-to-be attacking Dew, which Rain thought he was somewhat prepared for. 

Wrong. 

In the blink of an eye - Sathanas when did he get so close? - Dewdrop was on the bed hovering over Rain, a hand on his chest pushing him down on the bed. 

Dewdrop’s face was buried in Rain’s neck now, horns lightly jabbing his chin, his legs straddling him on the hips, one hand still on his chest and pushing him down, claws slowly digging through the skin. 

“Good. Good. You’ve done well for me.” Dew said as he muzzled into Rain’s neck. 

Rain, still feeling very edged by the recent interruption to his orgasm, tried to push his hips towards Dew’s crotch, trying to feel his hard cock under his pants - why was he still wearing pants anyway? But Dew pushed him down even more, tutting his tongue.

“Now now now. I’ve said you’ve done good, not that you have been forgiven. You have to show me first, what you have accomplished. Turn, now.” Dew said as he lifted himself from Rain, now he was sitting by his side, helping Rain prop up and lay him stomach down. “Ass up” he ordered, Rain obeyed, raising to hands and knees, arching his back. Dew placed a hand on the small of his back, once again pushing him down, face first on the pillows. Gathering Rain’s arms from his sides to his back, Dewdrop used one hand to keep them crossed held at the wrists, using another to spread Rain’s cunt without touching anywhere significant.

Reminding Rain of his ruined orgasm, the ache still lingering, he once again found himself trying to push himself to Dew for some more friction. “Please,” he begged to Dewdrop this time. “I was so close” he cried.

Dewdrop brought his mouth close to Rain’s cunt, not making a move yet, as if he could count how many times Rain cummed by looking at it. “How many times? Did you get to five as I asked? Did you learn your lesson?” His tail was slowly wrapping around Rain’s leg, yet never reaching his cunt.

Tickled and flushed hot by Dewdrop’s breath on his cunt, “Six! I was almost at the sixth one!” he yelped, trying to move his ass, get close to his lover's mouth. Finally get that reward he was never promised. 

“Mhm. I think you still haven’t learned your lesson. What did I say Rain? What did I say to you in the morning? When you were still smelling of someone? Not a single care in the world? Now you need a good reminder. You need to remember who you belong to, do you understand me? You are mine. You can have as much fun as you want with others. But at the end of the day, you are mine.” Dew swiftly pulled himself back from Rain, raising him on his knees once again. Undaring to move, even to catch a glimpse, Rain heard the sound of pant buttons being shuffled. 

Finally, he thought. He had been waiting long for this moment, it's all he could really think while he was waiting for Dew to enter anyway and he was more than ready for it.

"Please," he begged once again. "I want you."

"And why should I give in to what you want?" Dewdrop asked. 

"I was good. I did well. I did what you asked." Rain pleaded, edge in his voice clear to the listening ears. 

"Let's see," Dew said putting two fingers into Rain's cunt without a warning. 

A groan left Rain's mouth, leaving Dew satisfied with what he did, and happy to find a soaking cunt, ready for his own pleasure. 

He curled his fingers a little, touching all of Rain's favorite spots, knowing how to work them like magic. He had decades to perfect his moves for his mate, he knew what it took to make him a mess oh so quickly, leave him whimpering, face buried on the pillows, back arched inhumanly, slowly grinding on his fingers for more, just tiny a bit more. 

But he also knew when to stop and remove his fingers, not give in to Rain's need. 

"Ffffuck" came a sound from Rain, muffled by the pillows he was screaming into. 

Dewdrop chuckled. "If you think that's how I intended to teach this lesson, you're wrong." He ran a slow hand on Rain's ass, kneading his cheeks softly. It was always scarier when Dew was being soft. You never knew what to expect. "Here's what we're gonna do," he said, as he propped himself higher and loomed over Rain's back, aligning his crotch with Rain's ass. "I'm going to fuck you little the little whore you are, and you will not cum until I say so," he said, with every word getting closer to Rain's face. "Did you understand?" he asked, followed by a lick to the shell of Rain's ear. 

"Yes," Rain managed to barely get out, shivering with anticipation. 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes Sir." Rain gulped. 

"Good boy. Now take it." Dewdrop jammed his cock into Rain's cock without a warning once again. 

"Ah!" Rain let out a scream, glad that he had time to prepare for this but still a little shocked by the suddenness of Dew's move. 

Dewdrop lifted himself up once again, grabbing a hold of Rain's ass cheeks, spreading them apart, and grabbing them for more force.

"How dare you go around fucking everyone in the Abbey without me." Dew panted, each word punctuated by a slam of his hips to Rain's ass. 

He was going hard and slow at the same time. Rain knew Dew was capable of more than this, and he needed more but he feared that if he got what he wanted, he would cum again, disobeying his direct orders. But he was still a Ghoul, and he was still edged as fuck, so he began matching Dew's rhythm, moving his hips and tightening around Dew's cock for more pleasure. 

"Look at you. Fucking whore, always wanting more." Dew slapped Rain's ass, pushing him to stay in place. 

"Please. Ah, please Sir" Rain cried, his orgasm building up once again, doing his best to keep it at bay. 

"So needy. So so needy. Is that why you fuck everyone that crosses your sights? Am I not enough for you? You want more all the time?" Dew's voice was almost dripping with venom, venom Rain knew was not inherent but still scary. 

"No Sir. I just want you. Nothing, no one compares to you. Please let me have more of you." 

"What do you want?" Dew asked, slowing down a bit.

"More. More please."

"Use your words." 

"Please. I want you more. Harder. Fuck me harder, faster. Touch me, touch my cunt, make me cum, please Sir please." Rain was desperate, feeling like he would cry if Dew stopped once again, brought to the edge too many times. 

And so Dewdrop did stop and pull out.

"Turn. I want to see your face. I want you to see my face when you cum so you don't forget who you cum for." 

He yanked Rain's arms, this time pushing him on his back. Rain saw the fire, the passion in Dewdrop's eyes. Maybe this wasn't just a game, maybe Dew was actually trying to teach him something. He tried to reach for him, touch him a little, silently tell him that he loves him more than anything in the world, that no one will ever be good enough for him like he is, but Dew didn't let him. He snaked an arm under Rain's waist, lifting him up just a little for easier access, and entering him once again. He was brutal this time, giving all he got. 

He must've been pent up as well, Rain noticed, his breathing was getting hitched, and the arm he was using to prop himself up was shaking a little. Rain tried to reach for him once again, and got defeated once again, as Dewdrop brought his mouth to Rain's neck one more time, this time not just muzzling but licking and sucking, driving Rain crazy as he avoided the very sensitive bite mark he so proudly sported. 

"Ah," Rain let another whimper out of his mouth, this time fully in rhythm with Dew, fucking on his cock like his life depended on it, hoping Dew would bring his mouth to the bite mark, where he was most sensitive. 

As if on cue, Dewdrop let his teeth graze over the scars, sucking on them, biting just a little, licking immediately, driving Rain crazy with the need for more. 

In an act of almost cruelty, Dewdrop freed his arm from under Rain, bringing his hand to Rain's cunt, his thumb made contact with Rain's neglected clit, and his teeth sunk into the sensitive spot on his neck, causing Rain to see hot red, the orgasm coming like a wave hitting the beach after a storm, body trembling, hands grabbing any part of the body they could find. 

After what felt like an eternity of bliss, Rain's senses came down to him, finding Dewdrop lazily pumping in and out, thumb circling his clit still like a ghost, making him ride the aftershocks of his orgasm like electricity running through his body. 

Finding his arms wrapped around Dewdrop's neck, he brought his hands to his lover's hair, gently tangling them there and pulling his head from his neck, bringing his lips to his. 

"Please, tell me I've been good," he whispered, their lips barely touching. 

"You have been so so good, my perfect boy. Now it's my turn, so you never forget again."

He slammed his mouth on his lovers, teeth grazing over lips, biting here and there, his hips moving rough and hard, fucking Rain like there is no tomorrow. 

Rain lost in the euphoria, did not even notice the orgasm sneak up on him, "Ah, ah ah ah" he groaned into Dew's mouth, clenching around his cock to get more friction, finally bringing his lover to his orgasm as well, when Dew once again tried to circle his clit with the spade of his tail.

A silent shift, muscles tensing ever so slightly, a hitching breath here and a shuddering lip there, and Dew knew it was too much. He knew his love well enough to understand where the pleasure ended and pain began.

He removed his hand immediately and stopped moving his hips. 

"What? Why did you stop? Please, please don't stop" Rain pleaded, now distraught that he couldn't finish what they had started. 

"It hurts, doesn't it? I won't go anymore." Dew said calmly, attempting to remove his cock from Rain. 

"No!" yelped Rain, using his legs around Dew's waist to keep everything as they are. "No, please, please I can take it. I'll be good, I'll be good for you, I can take it please." he was begging, not wanting to disappoint Dew.

"Hey, no, shh, no. You are good, you are perfect. You're perfect for me. You will always be perfect. You don't have to do anything." Dew said, cupping Rain's face in his hands, trying to remove the scowl from the ghoul's forehead.

"Please Dew, finish what you started, I'm begging you." 

"Are you sure?" Dew asked, worried. 

"Yes, yes, please. I'm good. I want you to cum, I want to make you cum." 

Unsure, Dew started moving his hips slowly. In all honesty, he was also in much need of a release. After having listened to Rain masturbate alone all night, and then not fucking him properly since they started, he was also on the edge, ready to cum almost in an instant.

Seeing that Rain was not in pain, Dewdrop started moving faster, a little harder. "Good boy, my good boy. Mine. Perfect, so fucking perfect" he was mumbling almost nonsense as he was nearing his own release, hands still cradling the other ghoul's face, eyes locked, alert for any signs of pain. 

Rain rocked his hips and clenched his cunt, not worried about his own release but attempting to help Dew reach his own. Noticing that Dew was getting there, he pulled him for another kiss, sucking on his lip, letting him bite him just like he loved. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dew chanted, "So. fucking. perfect" he punctuated with each hip thrust.

With one final thrust, Dew cummed in Rain, making Rain feel the hot spurts of cum in him, Dew pushing down his abdomen just a little to go a bit deeper, to fill him even more. 

A smile crept up on Rain’s face, satisfied that he could bring his lover pleasure, able to take it all and some more, Dewdrop still slowly pumping in and out, enjoying the heightened sensitivity he gets after cumming. He was still caressing Rain’s face, mumbling something under his breath. 

Blissed out, Rain let himself melt into a puddle on the bed, not wanting Dew to move away at all but not having the words or the energy to make an attempt to keep him there. He felt Dewdrop slowly pull out, lift himself up and leave the bed. Confused, Rain started to move up only to be stopped by a warm hand gently pressing him down.

“Shhh,” Dew whispered as he guided Rain back down on the bed. “I’ll just get some water for you.” 

Rain hadn’t noticed how thirsty he was feeling. Wasn’t a big surprise considering he was fucking a fire ghoul and the room felt like it was above 100 degrees - but having Dew anticipate his need before him, that made him feel even warmer, on a different level. 

After drinking the entire glass of water, Rain reached for Dew, finally wanting to sleep in his arms. “C’mere please,” he murmured. 

“I’m here,” Dew said gently as he laid back on the bed, pulling Rain closer. “Are you okay my love?” he asked. It wasn’t often he was this sweet, only behind closed doors, only to his most intimate partner, his mate. 

A low nodding sound was the only noise Rain could muster up, given how tired and spent he felt. 

“You know it was a game right? You know that? You are mine but you can do whatever you want.” Dew let out in one hasty breath, fearing that he was too hard on Rain, too much.

Rain, now worried that he was giving the wrong signals, rose in the bed once again, bringing himself on his stomach once again, this time to face the ghoul laying next to him. “I’m yours, I’m fully yours” Rain reaffirmed, moving closer to his ghoul, desperate for some touch, a kiss. 

“Mine,” Dew managed to get out before his lips were captured by his lovers. 

Content, both ghouls managed to wash away any worry that may have lingered in the back of their minds and fall asleep limbs entangled, sheets messy, hearts light. 

feel free to send requests if you like what you see, i definitely have more coming soon, also any feedback/criticism is appreciated

[themilokin]

If you don't know what to say about punch wizard, I'll ask things so you can!

For instance: what makes a punch wizard a punch wizard?

ooh! many thanks! The simple answer is: Because they're a hexblade who's pact weapon/patron is their prosthetic arm, so I'm going to be doing a lot of right hooks to deal my damage.

The longer answer is: Punch Wizard is a punch wizard mostly because I took too long to pick a class or a name! (Sort of like production names before titles are released, but it stuck)

I've wanted to play a melee spellcaster for a while, but I don't like warlock and the game we're in already has an int caster (no bladesinger) and a swords bard (the other really good one)-- so, i says to myself, so, let's get crunchy on the multiclassing so's we don't gotsta play a fuckin warlock.

So i crunch numbers. I run stat arrays. I consider flavor and quarter-casters and party comp.

And I come to the simple conclusion:

Fuck. I'm gonna be playing a fucking warlock aren't I?

and then our swords bard goes 'yeah but my character is absolutely calling your character Punch Wizard as a nickname because you've been calling them that for literally four months' and I went 'fuck that's really funny.' and now we're here!

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Tell me why you like them :O i gotsta know

[y0itsbri]

tagged for macy's tag game tuesday on a thursday by such a great group of pals omg thanks for thinking of me!!! @celestialmickey @mishervellous @ian-galagher @creepkinginc @gallavich-headcanon @heymrspatel @rereadanon @vintagelacerosette @mrsinistertype @shameless-notashamed <3

tea, coffee, or soda? teaaaa, but i also love a good ginger ale or root beer!

dogs or cats? both can be absolute angels, but i have a cat so i think i'm contractually obligated to say cats

can you play an instrument? i used to play violin and piano (i can't anymore and my keyboard mocks me from the corner of my room) and i dabble in the guitar now and have jam seshes w my dad 🎸

what’s your sun sign? leo the lion ♌🦁

first song lyrics that pop into your head? KOOL KIDS by maneskin 🤘

Cool kids they do not use floss Marry me in the countryside Honestly I don't give a fuck I'm addicted to Rock 'N' Roll, yeah

do you have any tattoos? zero! but i look up tattoo designs almost daily

favorite place you’ve traveled? i fondly remember bits of pieces from some trips growing up, but i remember the most from when i went to the bahamas w my dad when i was in high school. it was the first big trip just the two of us and it was beautifullll. the water was so clear and we snorkled and saw cool creatures (even if the waves nearly took me out sdfhksd). we rode a scooter around the island and got pancakes at the diner and played so many games of chess. i got some braids in my hair by the locals bc i could not manage my hair in the humidity and i thought it made me so pretty. went to a bonfire and show thing and got a conch shell that we had displayed in our living room for awhile. it was special.

what’s the last movie you watched? happiest season! the cast is stackedddd w queer icons. great shit

what languages do you speak? english, kinda spanish, kinda kinda kinda italian

do you have any hobbies? (i am consulting an Ultimate List of Hobbies for this so i am being very generous and general and reminding myself of the things i enjoy) reading, writing, crafting, creating, painting, drawing, sculpting, designing, curating, making bracelets, fashion, dance, yoga, walking, darts, frisbee golf, table tennis, mini golf, billiards, ice skating, kayaking, hiking, watching media, attending concerts, attending theater performances, listening to music, playing the guitar, nature watching, bird watching, people watching, spending time with loved ones, social media scrolling, gardening, geoguessr, shopping, sudoku, word searches, organizing, cleaning, making picrews, eating, learning languages, zoo/ aquarium visiting, museum visiting, picnicking, biology, rock collecting, sea shell collecting, stuffed toy collecting, insect collecting, learning.

you can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose? edward cullen. we would either love or hate each other and 13 year old me needs to know

compliment yourself: uuuuuhhhhhhhhh. i give good forehead and cheek kisses to my cat <3

late but still gotsta tag @grumpymickmilk and @pinkmatter-mp3 <3