#heres your boys!!

[forlorn-crows]

kindly asking for either:

fluffy swissraindrop. dew, near his heat, being very clingy and emotional and his boyfriends are crazy protective

or raindrop sappy sex. please i’m begging i’ll do anything

rickyyyy~ i have some cutie boys for youuu (sorry this took me so long)

i trans-ed dew instead for you as well, hope you enjoy some massage w/ a side of cockwarming!

“You gonna fall asleep on me, water boy?” Dew chides in a hushed, amused tone. Rain cracks an eye open, peeking at the fire ghoul perched above him. He rolls his hips lazily, grinning when Dew’s breath hitches and he has to bite back a moan. 

“No, but you feel so nice honeydew,” Rain sighs. “Make me feel so nice.” He hums as the fire ghoul digs his warm, oil-slicked fingers into the meat of his palm. “Yeah, like that.” Rain’s eyebrows twitch upwards when Dew pulls on each of his fingers, no doubt stiff and locked up from their torturously long pre-tour rehearsal just hours earlier. He makes a little noise at the back of his throat when Dew brushes a kiss over the back of his knuckles, and he can feel Rain’s cock kick where it’s buried in his cunt. 

“You deserve it, working so hard.” Rain feels special that he’s the recipient of so many of Dew’s genuine compliments behind closed doors. They’ll run off his tongue honey-sweet into the crook of his neck, against his lips, into the space between them as Dew brushes hair off his forehead, anywhere and everywhere Dew can place them. Now, it’s said next to the tips of his fingers as Dew squeezes, stretches, and massages, the slightly rosy scent filling the room as it’s warmed under his touch. 

“Thank you for pampering me,” Rain says genuinely, closing his eyes again. Dew continues his languid pace and moves down the water ghoul’s forearm, running his thumb from wrist to inner elbow, with just enough pressure to make Rain groan. 

Dew pumps some more oil onto his hands. “How’s that, raincloud?” He spreads it onto his skin, making it shine like cool gray satin. He shifts a little in Rain’s lap, perhaps intentionally, perhaps not. 

“Oh, perfect,” Rain groans. 

Dew smiles. “Good.” The fire ghoul massages every last fiber of muscle along his arm, up and down until it starts to go limp under his grasp. He doesn’t know how long it’s been when he places that arm down on the bed and moves to the other; could be five minutes, could be fifteen, hell, it could be fifty. But the time doesn’t matter when the afternoon sun is streaming through the leaded glass, creating a warm patch on the bed, and there’s a water ghoul purring quietly beneath him. 

Dew asks him again when he sees a telltale flutter of Rain’s lashes. “Sure you aren’t falling asleep?” He adds another roll of his hips for good measure, biting back a laugh when Rain snuffles a moan and snaps his eyes open. 

“Satanas, Dew . . .” He cranes his head to look at the place they’re joined, groaning when he sees those wet lips still stretched over the base of his dick. He drops his head back to the bed with a thud.

“Haven’t gone soft on me yet, though,” the fire ghoul teases, rubbing a long line up Rain’s forearm. 

“Fuck, how could I?”

Dew hums and traces another line up his arm, kicking up the temperature of his hands by a degree or two. “You flatter me.” Rain groans at the warmth, long and luxurious, curling his toes and thumping his tail against the sheets. Dew’s face miraculously doesn’t show it, but his clit throbs at the sound. He’s mainly ignored his own desires up until this point, but the longer they go—and the more noise Rain makes—the more difficult it becomes. He rolls his neck and stifles his sigh.

“Will you—hmm—will you rub my chest, too?” 

“Anything you want, Rainy.” Dew lays his arm down and squirts a copious amount of oil into his hands, warming it in his palms before cheekily letting it run through his fingers and drip onto Rain’s torso. The fire ghoul lets a small noise escape his mouth as one particular bead of oil trails down Rain’s sternum and heads south towards his naval. It gets caught in the start of his happy trail and soaks into the skin. Dew’s mouth nearly goes dry.

Dew brushes his fingers along Rain’s skin, goosebumps forming in their wake as he rubs in the oil. Rain pulls a pillow under his neck, propping himself up so he can watch him work with lidded eyes. Hands smooth over his pecs, his collarbone, dip down to his ribs and the curve of his hips. Eventually, they venture back up to his chest, palms flat over his nipples and fingers pressing into his muscle. 

Rain's breath quickens after a few minutes as he watches Dew knead him there. He lets out an undignified whine, covering the fire ghoul's hands with his own. 

"Gonna make me cum like this, " he pants, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

Dew stares at him. Lets his mouth fall open. Rolls his hips painfully slow when he feels Rain’s cock kick inside him. "Do you want to cum like this?" he asks quietly.

"Hn," Rain groans, eyes fluttering shut. “Feels so good, I—I can’t help it.” It’s Dew’s turn to groan as he braces himself against the water ghoul’s chest, rising and falling slowly on his dick. “Fuck, yeah, Dew—please.”

“Hold me,” Dew breathes, giving into the heat pooling in his core. “So I don’t slip, hold me—” Rain grips his wrists tight, anchoring him to his chest as he bounces in earnest. 

“I’ve got you,” Rain groans. “Ah, let me have you.”

“All yours,” Dew lets himself moan. “Fucking yours.”

[violent138]

The idea of the Batkids doing normal people things while suited up is hilarious to me, you know, like Red Robin and Spoiler making the 9 o'clock news while racing through a grocery store because they totally forgot to get the things Alfred asked them to bring for the family dinner. Or Damian and Dick swinging into the Bludhaven Zoo mid-patrol because Dami really wanted to see the new baby tiger. Red Hood buying lemonade from a kid's stand and then standing there awkwardly messing with his helmet, trying not to hurt the kid's feelings. Black Bat, on a particularly tiring day randomly appeared in the nosebleeds of the ballet hall and started sniping phones out of people's hands. Or Signal and a deeply irritated Batman changing out a blown-out tyre in some back alley, earning amused looks.

[wolfienation]

absolutely hilarious to me that agatha calls rio a bad boy when in reality rio is actually the rule following jock with infinite patience and care who brings you flowers on a first date.

agatha on the other hand is the snarky girl who gets into arguements with her teacher about the smallest details in the lecture and is constantly getting detention for cursing someone out. she's top of all her classes tho.

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[bacchuschucklefuck]

beautiful! majestic!

[yooo-lets-go]

Roach in Las Almas what will he do

[that-one-weird-cloud0]

Danny: *just chilling on the couch while being very still™️ at the Wayne Manor*

Clark: *comes to visit*

Clark: hey Bruce?

Bruce: yes?

Clark: why is there a dead child in your living room?

Bruce: what 0-0

Danny: oh shit

Danny: *starts up heartbeat* better?

Clark: *even more freaked out*

[lanavecorona]

today i offer you tmnt art. tomorrow???? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[vaguely-concerned]

are. are you telling me that if the romanced mage warden dies and alistair is king, he deadass stares greagoir down over her dead body and grants the circle of ferelden its autonomy after ordering it rebuilt somewhere safer. first you have to deliberately leave him behind so he won't die for you and then he does that for you once you're gone, even when you're broken up??? absolute and literal king behaviour of the highest order????? the actions speak louder than words of it all??????? I think I hauve covid

[technically-human]

Can you draw something with Doom Patrol!Edwin and Netflix!Edwin?

Maybe something about Dp!Edwin talking about his feelings for Charles with N!Edwin?

It's just something I've been thinking of, make it a little angsty?<3

Glad you asked

ko-fi

[itty-bitty-sunshine]

At what point do you start seeing one in the other?

At what point do you start looking at the devil like a friend?

[morganbritton132]

Steve drives out to Forest Hills to help Max move into her new place. He sees a bunch of bikes laying all over the place, parks, walks into the trailer and is immediately accosted by Max’s mom’s…new boyfriend?

Meanwhile, Wayne looks up from the toaster oven he’s taken apart and sees one of Eddie’s friends. He tells the kid, “Come over here an’ give me a hand with this.”

“Yeah, yeah. Wow, there’s a lot of stuff in here,” Steve says, looking around as he goes to help. He looks at the closed bedroom door like, “Is everybody…”

“Ran to the store to get supper.”

“Cool.”

Eddie comes home with a six pack of beer and stuff to make spaghetti, and walks into his house to see his uncle and Steve “The Hair” Harrington fussing with their broken toaster and talking about football.

[3dsben]

Layton8

One of the things to never happen

[buttdumplin]

going to look at houses with one of the boys because yall need a bigger one with more rooms now that ale and rudy have officially joined the polycule and the agent is really working the kids angle for "you and your... husband?" and ofc it's johnny who goes with you and he's feeding into it by only referring to them as "the boys" that by the time you've settled on a house and you get the agent to do one last viewing so they can all come see, her head fucking explodes first when she sees "the boys" and again after they all take their turns giving you and johnny your initial smooches, and the smile on johnny's face tells you this couldn't have played out as perfectly even in his dreams

[ashleyeveerson]

Haven't been able to think about anything other than the victorian/edwardian/WW1 twink and his 80's punk almost-boyfriend for a week, send help

[bacchuschucklefuck]

doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what