#kinkshamed squad

[insideliascrazyhead]

Sannoh´s Hoodlum Squad Shenanigans 3 aka Tetsu´s instagram

Tetsu:Someone´s tipsy after a long night out!

Naomi:No this man´s wasted.

Chiharu:I love how he screamed wait!The grounds moving!Fuck!

Noboru:When you crawl home from a night out you´re totally fucked.

Dan:yeah because SOMEONE flirted with hot chicks and ended up taking shots out of her bra even though he was drunk already

Murayama:good old titty shots!Fuck yeah!Good for Cobra-chan!

Shiba:Showing Danny boy how its done!

Naomi:beautiful how all three of them loooved Cobra huh Dan?

Rocky:When Cobra ever parties in my club you better be sure I will upload the security footage on the internet.

Hyuga:Or hire him as a stripper!Ladies gonna love that.Your club is more boring then a libary.

Rocky:Fuck you firework boy.

Hyuga:At least I know how to party old man!Even Cobra that miserable fuck knows how to party

Smoky:And kill his liver,this guy is gonna vomit more blood then me

Tetsu:at least we then learned Cobra can pole dance

Murayama:I gotta see that shit!

Junko:Same.You  gotta upload that.

Oshiage:What in the liver failure did I just read?!

Smoky:Where´s Cobra now anyways?

Junko:Sleeping peacefully on the billiard table.

Murayama:Adorable like a drunk puppy.

Naomi:Yeah I brought him a blacket two hours ago.He looked kinda cold and Yamato´s jacket wasn´t enough.

Smoky:I´m scared to ask.Gonna do it anyway.Where´s Yamato?

Oshiage:Sleeping under the billiard table of course.

Hyuga:I will pay whatever you want if you hit two pans against each other repeatiatly to wake the two dumbasses up!

Tetsu:Looking sweet and then comes Dan looking like a bouncer.

Naomi:At least this way woman talk to him in hope to get into whatever he´s the bouncer off.

Chiharu:Or crazy idea,try smiling grumpy pants.

Shiba:The only way a woman touches you when you look that grumpy is with a tazer

Dan:Cobra ain´t smiling either and get´s all the ladies!!!

Murayama:Cobra-chan looks like he escaped outta one of those romance books for lonely old woman.

Tetsu:That´s why he´s excluded from date nights!

Hyuga:To give yall losers a tiny chance with the ladies?That´s desperetation.

Dan:No dedication.

Smoky:Whatever makes you sleep at night man

Cobra:You will sleep alone at night anyways:)

Dan:I´m gonna choke you to death and not the way you like it you dick!

Yamato:Cobra´s to kinky to torture give it up....

Noboru:Can you imagine a serial killer tries to murder Cobra and he just moans?!

Murayama:Since when is it bully Cobra-chan hours?!

Cobra:It ain´t my fault you guys are all boring as fuck in bed man.

Naomi:Cobra not everyone needs to be beaten and chained to have a great time in bed....

Chiharu:That´s a great emergency plan tho!When Cobra get´s kidnapped again he can just say he´s into whatever they´re doing

Dan:Yeah!They will think he´s crazy and let him go cause they got scared

Cobra:Dumbasses

Rocky:No kinkshaming but you´re probably a sick freak Cobra

Junko:you think Cobra has a dungeon?

Naomi:yes.

Cobra:Oi!Can we go back to when not if I get kidnapped?!What the fuck?!

Noboru:It will happen again.Clearly.

Yamato:Yeah cause you love to get into trouble.

Murayama:Don´t worry Cobra-chan we will come to the rescue!

Tetsu:Dan has no idea what he is doing but there are some hot chicks down the street so he wants to look cool

Noboru:Dan´s brain just dropped down south

Chiharu:The motorcycle isn´t gonna help whatsoever

Naomi:You gotta figure out how to talk to woman

Cobra:Yeah this shit´s getting ridiculus

Shiba:Or you´re gonna be the creepy old guy down the street in the liquor store scaring everyone one day

Murayma:I would love that for him actually.

Hyuga:The thing with the liquor store is such a cliché i love it!

Yamato:Meanwhile Cobra with two new hot chicks or guys every week and he wildly waves his cane in the air.Damn it Cobra!

Chiharu:Until his teeth will fall out and someone slips on them

Rocky:I saw you with a girl....That ain´t gonna work.Give it up man.

Tetsu:Hangover Cobra.

Chiharu:Moral of the story never play never have I ever with Cobra-san.

Noboru:Long story short this man has done it all

Naomi:yeah and than needed to drink it all.

Cobra:I`m not the one who laughed at my own joke until I puked.

Yamato:At least he´s not vomiting like crazy.

Noboru:Not anymore at least

Shiba:eww,that´s disgusting.

Junko:looks like he has regret and bad memories for breakfast

Murayama:you gotta ask if he wants any greasy food

Hyuga:or just another drink

Rocky:great then he pukes again

Yamato:he slept in a minute after vomiting if I didn´t catch him his head would´ve spend the night on the toilet seat

Tetsu:He even had his beauty sleep infront of the toilet to be sure to reach it in time 

Hyuga:I would´ve loved to see that.

Murayama:Leave Cobra-chan alone you sadistic weasel

Rocky:greatest hangover cure is never stop drinking

Naomi:greasy pork sandwich served in a dirty ashtray

Dan:you´re nasty woman.

Naomi:You love it

Tetsu:Guess who they´re supposed to be!

Cobra:White Rascals?

Yamato:Noooo.That glowing red gotta be Daruma!

Murayama:I love this!

Hyuga:They wish they could party like Daruma

Smoky:Naomi would be a great Murayama.

Chiharu:A tear in the Matrix Universe thingy

Smoky:Would defenetly be a upgrade

Noboru:She´s less insane tho.

Murayama:I would call myself creative in the crazy department not insane.

Rocky:that´s even worse

Cobra:Oya would go down most of those crazed Hiyenas can´t even speak to woman

Murayama:Your precious Dan can´t either.

Dan:OI!

Tetsu:Only happy when it´s about food

Murayama:or tequila and violence

Yamato:That was always like that Cobra loves candy

Noboru:He still can´t out-eat Yamato tho

Naomi:We tested that once.

Chiharu:What?!really?!

Naomi:Kohaku told him no,so he needed to do it to prove him wrong

Noboru:He was miserable for two days after that

Yamato:Cobra did great for a while but gave up eventually.

Smoky:His blood is replaced with sirup by now

Naomi:Yeah like this one time he made a salad out of candy

Junko:explains the sweet personality

Dan:what sweet personality??????

Shiba:yeah he´s giving liquorice  

Oshiage:Old one.

Tetsu:Wound treatment time!

Murayama:He still eating tho?!?!

Rocky:Than it ain´t that bad.

Smoky:He looks miserable.

Cobra:Naomi´s chamber of torture

Naomi:Shut your cakehole!I do what I can.

Hyuga:Dumbasses are accident prone.

Yamato:Crazy that nothing ever happens with your fireworks

Noboru:Luck is with dumbasses

Chiharu:Then why do we always end up hurt

Tetsu:We don´t always do

Chiharu:Cobra-san looks like he went through a meat grinder after most fights

Cobra:I´m just dedicated.

Yamato:Self sacrificing asshole

Cobra:Eat your food and shut up or I´ll shove it in there.

Noboru:Behave or Naomi get´s the wound cleaning ointment that hurts

Junko:We should replace the bandaids with Hello Kitty

Shiba:I´ll go buy some!

Tetsu:Smoking break

Rocky:Why isn´t Cobra driving his own car?

Yamato:Cobra doesn´t drive cars

Noboru:I mean he can but he´s miserable at it.

Naomi:Cobra drives like a madman

Cobra:I fucking don´t

Yamato:Yeah,Chiharu the first time he drove with you,left claw marks at the seat screaming I don´t wanna die

Chiharu:That´s mean I didn´t!

Dan:You had tears streaming down your face

Tetsu:At least we´re never late this way.As long as he keeps the windows up

Rocky:Why?!

Tetsu:Cobra screams at other drivers when he drives.I learned soooo many insults over the years like that

Noboru:My favorite was when he screamed:Did someone shit in your brain and forgot to flush or what´s not clicking that the fucking light is green you pisshead!

Dan:Or when he screamed your mother shoul´ve swallowed instead.

Rocky:lunatics

Smoky:I don´t wanna rain on your rollercoaster parade but you do know Cobra´s last name and the name of the gas station is on that car

Cobra:Yeah,that´s why the window is shut and Yamato turns up the music when I start screaming 

Hyuga:The one car I wouldn´t drive on the hood of is when Corba drives even tho it could be fun....

Murayama:It would be like a rollercoaster on the street we gotta try that!

Junko:Then don´t do it in Sannoh!

Shiba:Yeah make that crazy shit around Oya

Oshiage:Then risk Cobra hitting your little brother and his Oya friends?!

Shiba:He will be sick that day if he knows what´s good for them some of those demons should get a hit with that car anyways might do some good.

[crxwes]

When the pcs shows up with their demon dog into town

( ft surina @arigonarts )

[wonderlandcrows]

Life is hard when you’re supposed to be a hero

[adoraisagoddamnfurry]

Bow : This collar looks cute I didn't know you and Catra had a pet?

Adora: We don't

Bow: Then why do you have a collar?

Bow: *turns the collar and see's Catra's name*

Bow:

Adora:

Bow:

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

a common issue

[thottyimagines]

General masterpost

Who can drive? (Pt. II) (Art)

Everyone is fucking

Whose hands are rated e for everyone?

What if there were random triplets?

Reaction images (II) (III) (IV)

Who’s a barb?

Who kinkshames?

Himbos

Who has the power of god and anime?

Kool-aid in the bong water

#pegallmen

Won’t wash hands

Overly-competitive with musical chairs

It’s always sunny in Konoha

Crying as a college student as a treat

Enemy of the state booty shorts

Bites in a fight

Would choke

Would call you a slur (II)

Brawling in a 7-eleven parking lot

Republicans

BDE

Best butts

Dehydrated

Who is/isn’t a fuckboi

Illiteracy squad

Finish up too quickly

McDonald’s play place adventures

Gross food

Who says their own name during sex?

High School Musical fans

Who is marking up their S/O?

Who’s possessive

Konoha hobbies

Whipped scale

I’m ready to party, are you ready to party?

Speed at which they fall in love

Head game

Drugs?

Rough sex gods

Absolute savages (complimentary) 

Totinos pizza rolls

Most unhinged pairings

Who to trust to paint your nails

Who’s an instigator?

Who eats dog treats?

Sneeze styles

Who plays Fortnite?

No one is listening to Andrew Tate

Who’s getting pegged/not getting pegged

Morosexuals

Ridiculously OP Uchiha self-insert

Drinking water

Who carries the most weapons?

Best to worst people to have a ONS with

Who’s delusional about breakups?

Freud has no place in the Uchiha clan (Part II)

Ghosting

Nightmare blunt rotation

Who’s both gay and homophobic?

S/O is literally a ghost

Socially incompetent

Battling a goose

Sugar daddies/mamas (Part II)

You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid

Verginas?

Great buns

[sailorsero]

nothin’ else like this - nsfw

author: claire (@sailorsero​) ship: solo adult bakugou katsuki, dash of adult bakugou x gender neutral reader, side adult kaminari denki x adult shinsou hitoshi prompt/genre: birthday & food kink themed solo play wordcount: 2887 warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing, kink, food fetish/food kink/sploshing a/n: • written for the Bakugou’s Birthday Bash Collaboration - check out the masterlist to see everyone elses!) • shoutout to @foolishfortuna who is writing an amazing food fetish kiribaku that inspired me to write this kink • i do not give permission for this (or any of my writing) to be reposted, by anyone, on this or any other website. please don’t do it! • title from ‘birthday cake’ by rihanna

nothin’ else like this *** pinkyofficial • HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BLASTIEST BOY IN THE GALAXY!!! @explosiongoddynamight LOVE YOU!!! 💥🧡🍹🎂😘 CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AND GET TURNT WITH MAH BOYSSS!!! BAKUSQUAD BABY!!! 👬🧍‍♀️👬 GO TELL DYNAMIGHT HAPPT BIRTHDAY Y’ALL!!! #dynamight #pinky #birthdaybitch

its_cellophane: happt birthday @explosiongoddynamight pinkyofficial: @its_cellophane suddenly we’re a squad of 4 #cellowho theredriot: Look at us 🥺 can’t wait to celebrate together, love you guys!!! happy birthday bro @explosiongoddynamight ♥️ chargebolt: But can we get #birthdaybitch trending tho?? 🤔

Bakugou tutted, flicking through the photos Mina had posted to Instagram. One from last years Hero Gala, with Tweedle Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest crowded into his personal space - all smiles, suits and champagne flutes. A post-graduation selfie with the woman herself, where he felt so triumphant at moving onto the next stage of his quest to become #1, that he hadn’t even objected to the filter that gave them huge eyelashes and bear ears. A couple from their most recent meetups, candids from their school days (mostly taken without his knowledge, let alone permission; the only one that he was posing for featured a double middle finger that had set Iida off for a good fifteen minutes), one from a photoshoot his publicist had strong armed him into and his friends had christened ‘The Great Bakugou Thirst Trap of 2020’.

Bakugou did not consider himself a sentimental person, or someone who placed a great deal of importance on his own birthday; he hadn’t even made any fuss when you told him you were needed in Osaka for a mission that would take you away two days before he turned 24.

But he couldn’t help but go back to the first photo of the bunch, allowing himself a soft smile he would deny under oath.

His 17th birthday, his first birthday with - ugh - real friends. He remembered rolling his eyes when Racoon Eyes had given her blindingly pink phone to the waitress, yelling at Sparky and Tape Face when they’d shoved themselves into the same side of the booth as the rest of them, growling when Shitty Hair had told him to ‘say ‘cheese’, Bakubro!’.

They all looked so young, pre-undercuts and piercings and late teenage growth spurts. He’d have to remember the (very secret) happiness that night had brought him next time Kirishima annoyed him by stepping mud into his carpet or Kaminari pissed him off by opening his big fat mouth.

Bakugou was drawn from his thoughts by knocking on his office door. Knocking that started out strong for the first hit, dropping noticeably into something more tentative for the rest; probably once they remembered whose door they were knocking on. Kirishima had once told him that the interns drew straws on who had to ‘rattle the beast’s cage’ (interact with Bakugou). He’d know; that idiot had been rattling Bakugou’s cage 25/8 since their first year at Yuuei.

“Come in!”

The door opened far enough for an assistant who had already been by this morning with a sack of birthday cards mixed in with regular fan mail to poke their head through the gap.

“Mr Dynamight, Sir, there’s another delivery for you.”

Bakugou nodded, leaning back in his leather desk chair and stretching out his back. Damn paperwork day, and on his birthday. Fuck, was 24 the age your back started aching from sitting in a goddamn chair?!

The assistant continued as they approached the desk, despite the fact that Bakugou didn’t fucking ask.

“It’s a cake, from a lovely bakery downtown; a delivery person just dropped it off. Their cakes are exquisite, by all accounts.”

They stepped back from the desk once the baby blue box was securely placed down, a white satin ribbon wound expertly around it. An embossed logo Bakugou recognised shone under the overhead light.

The blonde’s quirk made short work of the ribbon, burning it idly with one hand so the rest could be severed with ease.

Bakugou flipped the lid of the box up, letting it fall fully open so he could inspect the contents. He blinked. He blinked again.

It was a cake. A strawberry shortcake, slathered with cream and fresh fruit, and perfectly placed in the centre was a chocolate disc with immaculately piped words.

♡ HAPPY BIRTHDAY DYNAMIGHT ♡

“It’s from your fanclub!”

He let his eyes drift back up to the assistant, who - from what Bakugou could infer from the overly positive, cheery tone he was using - clearly thought Bakugou was seconds away from blasting the expensive gateau across his office, and was trying to avert having to call the janitorial staff back up to this floor. He understood; unbridled, perhaps not-always-reasonable rage was kind of his brand, and the cleaners had already had to make a return journey today after Kaminari had set off several sprinklers making toast.

A cake. Yes, a cake. From his fanclub. A cake from his fanclub. That he was definitely going to eat and nothing else, nothing weird! A cake for him to eat. At home. In private. As soon as possible.

“That’s-” He cleared his throat and tried again. “That’s...great. It looks delicious...yes. Thanks. That’s all. You can...go.”

The assistant looked like they were struggling to process the combination of words that had just left Bakugou, but he was pleased when they decided to take this struggle on the road and left his office with a rushed “Yes, Mr Dynamight, Sir, thank you, you are welcome, good bye!” and the click of the office door.

Bakugou barely had time to drag his fingers through his hair, letting out a breath he had apparently been holding since he’d spoken, before the door opened again.

“Knock knock!” “You know he says it doesn’t count if you say it instead of doing it, especially if you’ve already open- Denki!”

Bakugou groaned as Kaminari shot across the room, peering into the still-open box on the desk. “Ooh, that looks amazing, bro! Can I have some?”

“Hey, Kats! Happy birthday, man!” Kirishima beamed at him before dropping his gaze to the cake Kaminari was currently eyefucking. Bakugou slid the box an inch or two closer to himself. He steadfastly ignored the other blonde’s question.

“Thanks, Ei. What’s Dunce Face doing here - world’s worst birthday present?”

Kirishima snorted, clapping Kaminari on the shoulder. “Ran into him a few blocks away on our patrols; figured we’d catch you now to say ‘happy birthday’ on the actual day instead of waiting for Saturday!”

Kaminari brought out what he probably considered the big guns; his finger guns, that he did for literally everything. “Happy birthday, Blasty! Speaking of your birthday, where did the cake come from? Sent with luuurve from Osaka? Although, that would be weird because you don’t even really like sweets and this won’t keep until Saturday when we get togeth-“

“It’s from my fanclub, Pikachu, and keep your staticky hands off my cake!” Bakugou flipped the lid back down, shielding the cake from view.

“Man, don’t be like that - there’s no way you’re gonna be able to eat all that by yourself!” Kaminari whined.

“Relax, Denks - you know Y/N has a cake ordered for Bakubro’s Belated Birthday Blowout!” Kirishima patted his back consolingly.

“I really wish you’d all stop calling it that. God, letting you guys have their number was a fucking mistake.”

Kaminari looked thoughtful; it was terrifying. “You know, I heard, one time, a hero got given a homemade cake by a fan, and when they took a bite of it, they realised they had a mouth full of the fan’s pubic hair!”

“Dude!” “What the everloving fuck, Dunce Face?!”

Kaminari just beamed, apparently proud of himself for making Bakugou question his life on the anniversary of his birth.

“Firstly, does this cake look fucking homemade to you? Secondly, where the fuck did you read that? ‘Disgusting Stories for Stupid Fucking Idiots Monthly’?”

Kaminari shrugged, nonplussed. “Sero told me.”

“Yes, then. Same thing, pretty much.”

Kirishima interrupted, looking thoughtful. “If you think Bakubro’s cake is full of pubes, why do you want to eat it?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a mouthful of pubes, bro! ‘Toshi’s more of an au naturel kind of guy…”

Bakugou saw Kirishima’s (painful looking) thinking face intensify, and intervened immediately. “Ei, do not pull at this thread. He-“ Bakugou punctuated with a harsh jab towards the electric hero. “- has told us several times that he’s had Mindfucker’s dirty feet in his mouth before, not to mention all the bodily fluids, and then there’s all the disgusting public places they’ve fucked, and-“

“Don’t kinkshame me, bruh!” Kaminari cut in, sounding lowkey offended, but Bakugou noted the look of pride from before hadn’t diminished, even a little bit.

Bakugou snorted. He constantly shamed Kaminari and his walking corpse of a boyfriend, but that was because they were shamelessly disgusting oversharing nymphomaniacs and someone had to do it. Preferably before one of them creamed their pants in a karaoke bar again. That was Shinkami shaming, not kinkshaming.

He definitely had no room to kinkshame people; not with the plans he had for this cake.

***

Bakugou slammed the door to his apartment shut with his hip and laid the bakery box down on the side table so he could make quick work of his boots and jacket.

God, that had to have been the longest taxi ride of his life. He couldn’t risk the subway with such a precious cargo, so he’d had to sit in the back of the cab next to the box (that he’d had to resist the urge to belt in) and sweat in silence.

Bakugou didn’t know where this kink had come from - maybe he’d watched too much Food Network in his formative years, or passing by the bakery with the amazing smell opposite his junior high school twice a day for three years before going home to jerk it had warped his sexuality; all he knew was, he was gonna fuck this cake.

It was a shame that you were miles and miles away and unavailable for a Facetime like no other; introducing you to his kink had been one of the best weekends of his life, and he was pretty sure - if he knows you as well as he thinks he does - you’d placed an order for two birthday cakes for his belated celebrations.

Maybe you’d got other stuff in mind, too - pie, custard, ice cream, syrups, chocolate, sushi, spaghetti, fruit…and now he was half-hard, still fully dressed and standing in the hallway.

Well, you weren’t here now, but it was his birthday, dammit! He would just have to play alone, and send you some photos afterwards.

Bakugou seized the box and made quick strides until he could place it down on his bedside table.

The comforter flew off of the bed, pooling into a lavish lump on the floor right before the pillows landed one by one on top. The undersheet was last, leaving the rubber sheet beneath exposed to one of the only two people who knew it was there in the first place.

The box made its final move to the middle of the protected mattress, where Bakugou tilted it just enough to be able to coax the cake free with help from gravity and without getting it all over his hands. Not yet…

Bakugou made short work of his clothes, kicking his pants and briefs off impatiently a second before climbing onto the bed and kneeling beside his prize.

Normally, he’d take his time, play around more, have more of a plan, but today, the anticipation had him on a knife edge already. It had been nearly four hours since he’d unwrapped this gift, and he was dying to play with it.

Bakugou leant his knees spread apart, sinking into a squat so he was as close as he could get to his treat.

He was fully hard now, and gave his cock a couple of quick pumps, letting his fist settle loosely from the base down as he took a deep breath and brought his leaking tip to the side of the cake.

His breath left him in a quick rush when the first contact was made; the cream was on the cooler side, and the smooth finish of the outside of the cake was everything he had been missing since he’d last indulged himself like this.

It took all the self control Bakugou had to only push the head in, then pause and take a breath, focusing intently on every sensation as he pushed in as slowly as was physically possible.

The afternoon of waiting felt like edging, so the sensation against his cock, inch by inch, was almost too much as it was not enough.

The sponge was almost as soft and velvety as the cream, but providing some texture and resistance that felt as delicious as the dessert looked.

Bakugou let out the first of many moans as he bottomed out, the air in the bedroom already beginning to smell like sugar and strawberries - just the right side of cloying, and he knew before long it would be so heady he’d be dizzy from it.

He pulled out almost as slowly as he went in, raising himself back up a little and bracing himself with his hands on the other side of the intact cake, leaving him looking over it on his hands and knees.

His reentry at a slightly higher point of the cake wasn’t quite as slow as the first breach, but he’s never been known for his patience.

Bakugou pulled in and out a couple of times, leaving a clear hole to fuck as he began to do just that, his hips begnining to thrust in a steady rhythm.

It didn’t take long for the squishy sounds coming from between his legs to turn into sloppy ones; the delicate cake was beginning to buckle already, the defined layers enveloping his cock becoming mushy around him.

Balancing his weight on one arm, he swiped his now-free hand across the top of the cake, coming away with as generous a handful of cream and strawberry slices as he could without threatening the structural integrity of the cake prematurely.

Bakugou raised his hand and smacked it right into the middle of his chest, before smearing it across his right pec, rubbing purposefully over his nipple as he did so. His hips sped up slightly without intention - or him noticing - as he alternated between smearing the food deeper into his flushed skin, and tugging on his nipple.

He could hear whimpering in his ears and it took a beat or two for Bakugou to realise they were coming from him. Fuck, it all just felt so good.

He blindly grabbed another small handful, this time coming away with some cake mixed into his spoils, before repeating the treatment on his left pec, but with a roughness borne of his increasing desperation.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I-“ He hissed out a breath, pinching his nipple firmly as he felt the cake begin to collapse inwards, the squelch of the fucking he was giving it echoing in his ears.

A final scoop of the dessert onto his fingers went straight into his mouth, his plush, pink lips parting to accommodate three fingers; he was close.

Bakugou’s balance was starting to go as his orgasm approached, so he pulled his fingers free from his tongue and resumed his position, but beginning to sink lower into the mess he was fucking into his mattress protectors. From his angle, his balls began to slap what was left of the sides of the sinking cake, and the noise that created tore another moan from the blonde.

He could feel the sticky mess coating his crotch and inner thighs, closing his eyes as he lost himself in the feeling of indulging in the kink that turned him on like nothing else, wanting to savour something he knew was nearly over.

“Oh my fuck- ing, shit, oh, fuck-“

Bakugou’s hips were moving at a frantic pace now, chasing a release inside the cake while it still had an inside.

His orgasm had been teetering for a couple of minutes, then came all at once. A shout turned into a long, drawn out moan that was almost a cry, as he spilled his release in one, two, three bursts; biting his lip so hard, he’d discover later he’d drawn blood.

His arms gave out before he’d come back to himself, his lower half landing into the gooey puddle of expensive baking with a splat that would almost have been enough to get him half hard again if his soul hadn’t just shot out of his dick into a cake.

The blonde let out a deep, satisfied sigh, smiling dopily into the shiny, specialist bedsheet. Happy birthday to me, indeed.

Bakugou had only just had the energy to raise himself back onto his hands and knees when he had to find a little more to turn his head towards the door at the sound of it creaking open.

“Awh, did someone get you a birthday cake, babe?”

He nodded. You were back early.

You dropped your duffel on the floor, taking your first step towards the bed as you slid your shirt off with ease.

“Ooh, good - you saved some for me! I’m starving…”

[requiem-for-the-left-hand]

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a big ol’ dUMP ft. all my OCs + one friend who wanted to get bitten by one of my bois, shout out to you, @shakespeareancontinuityerrors

I haven’t ever posted about my OCs till now, prepare for a reckoning

[kizakiren]

fyi i snagged the icons from your alignment chart

@jinsune @xdraonthefox @housexoxohearts

[sonicr]

Going to sleep with a warm fuzzy heart because I love my friends so much

[wonderlandcrows]

My pure boys ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

[exultedshores]

🔥+ all three Pendletons? Please and thank you?

(Send Me a 🔥 + a Topic, and I’ll Tell You My Honest Opinion About It)

The OG dysfunctional family.

Custis and Morgan have a typical evil twins vibe about them – though I’ll give them props, they’re creepier than most, with the ‘unwholesome’ bond between them that the Heart hints at. I personally don’t hate them as much as I do Campbell and Burrows, but they don’t rank very high on my sympathetic character list either, with their slave mines and the way they mistreated Emily and the awful things they did to their younger brother in their youth. I still wonder just what happened on Treavor’s tenth birthday party.

I do very much appreciate the effort that was put into distinguishing the twins as individual assholes people. Morgan is taller; Custis is smarter, and also more cruel. Treavor says he wouldn’t miss Custis at all, but he’d miss Morgan a little, which implies Morgan is the kinder of the two. Which is also shown in the way they treat the courtesans, when you find them at the Golden Cat; Custis is drunk and rants at his courtesan about how much he hates Waverly Boyle, just seconds before he asks her to roleplay as Lady Boyle because he “should like to teach her a lesson”, while Morgan speaks amicably with his courtesan, about politics no less, and he lets her lead the conversation, seems genuinely interested in what she has to say. The Heart does hint at Morgan having more sadistic fantasies, but I’m not here to kinkshame anyone.

Their non-lethal elimination always gives me the shivers, although they do definitely deserve what they got. Being forced to work in their own silver mines, alongside the people they enslaved for that very purpose, has a sort of poetic justice about it – but the cutting out their tongues part always gets to me. I understand why it’s necessary, but damn. Not to mention that they may be unrecognisable with their heads shaved, but what happens when their hair grows back? When the slaves realise just who is down in the mines with them? I doubt they would live very long, especially after Treavor, the only one who might have wanted to get them out of there at some point, dies at the lighthouse. I always feel like killing them is the kinder option.

Now, Treavor is a different story. He’s as entitled as his brothers, surely, and I do not at all like the way he treats those he thinks beneath him (like Wallace), but I sympathise with him a lot more than with his brothers. He’s a typical younger sibling who’s been left in the shadow of those who came before him, and I feel like his joining the Loyalist Conspiracy was a desperate attempt to step out of that shadow. He’s never struck me as someone with truly malicious intentions – he’s just a sheltered rich child whose money is running out, and he’s doing what he thinks he has to in order to keep his life as he knows it.

I actually think that without Havelock and Martin’s influence, Treavor would not have betrayed Corvo. Not because he’s not willing to use other people as stepping stones to achieve his own goals – he most definitely is – but because he’s both a coward and an opportunist. Martin and Havelock needed Corvo out of the way to get the power they desired over Emily, but as an aristocrat with the largest voting bloc in Parliament, he would have had the Empress’ ear whether Corvo was there or not. I’ve always wondered what would’ve happened if Treavor had been just a bit braver and sided with Corvo instead.

That said, I don’t think I will ever forgive Treavor Pendleton for allowing Wallace to die. That man worshipping the ground Treavor walked on, and I will always be a proud member of the Wallace Higgins Deserved Better squad.

[secretsfromwholecloth]

Deadfire, day 10.

It’s a little odd to hear Edér in the DLCs occasionally address the Watcher as “Watcher”. I don’t remember him doing that much if at all before.

I don’t know why I didn’t get the quest to fetch the Titan’s Heart at the same time as all the others, but I guess I’m taking an extra trip back to Neketaka. Well, if there’s any way to get the thing without being caught stealing and having to murder everyone in Wakoyo’s office, this is the playthrough to discover it.

Answer: I thought there wasn’t and I would just have to get murdering, but then I stole the thing and didn’t get caught? Huh. I’ll take it!

Either rogues are ridiculously powerful or I’m getting less bad at the combat in this game, because so far the fights I was afraid of and kicked down the difficulty for have been hilariously, “maybe I ought to try them on Relaxed next time” easy. Mind, I’ll probably regret all my life choices if I actually do that.

So, stick around to level up people’s soulbound gear a bit more? Yeah, I think so. Nice of the game to make all the arena fights repeatable.

This is the first playthrough where I bothered using traps, so I only just now got the achievement for using five of them. Which is the last one I’m ever likely to get, looking at what’s left.

Either Edér is impervious to just about everything or I’m picking the wrong fights, because his shield needs him to get hit with afflictions to level up, and it’s not going very quickly.

All right, Anlaf and Konstanten are done with their pieces, and Edér will have plenty more opportunities. Time to pack it in and get started on The Forgotten Sanctum.

If you heard a faint squeeing noise just now, that was me.

Sadly for me, with a Watcher with no support abilities, I can’t bring both Rekke and Aloth along; one of them will have to cede their spot to a healer. So which will it be? Neither is the star of the DLC, but they both got a lot of love from it; Aloth got a lot of attention in the early and mid-game but hasn’t been in the party for a while now, whereas I just had Rekke along for much of BoW and all of SSS, but that was the first time I actually used him. You know what, I think I’ll keep Rekke, and our new and improved ranged-weapon-using Xoti can be the healer. I don’t think I’ve ever brought her along for TFS—even Oriol tore himself from her side to get Rekke, Fassina, and Aloth into the party.

Grinning all through Tayn’s introductory conversation, as usual. I like Tayn. He’s the same kind of fuckup I am, just slightly less of one.

Oh gods, the drug trip. Edér and Rekke’s lines are classic, but I do wish Fassina had something to say for herself there.

I’d say Tayn and Edér need to be friends, but no, they absolutely do not need to be friends. There’s no way that ends well for Eora.

Is...oh no. Xoti? Are you starting a screaming argument with Edér? Is that what this is?

Oh. No, this isn’t a screaming argument, this is something entirely different. Xoti, you said you were over him. Was that a lie to try and get Anlaf into your bunk, or did you get over him and then get un-over him? (There’s a pun in here somewhere about getting under him, but the whole point of this exchange is that she hasn’t and wants to.)

You know, 27-year-old Xoti calling 37-year-old Edér “a little old” is an absolutely valid opinion, but my experience and the norms of my ethnic community right on up to my mother’s generation leave me eyebrowing a bit. (Disclosure: I’m 36 myself, which may or may not be influencing my view of this.)

I’m just going to sit here and have feelings about the presence of the “Hands off. Edér’s mine.” option, though Anlaf certainly won’t be taking that one. (Clelia and Eiheune never got this conversation, but even if they had, that wouldn’t have been their reaction—Clelia would’ve whistled for the rest of the OT4 to witness the possible new addition to the polycule, and Eiheune would’ve shrugged and been like, that’s between you two, I’ll talk to him about it later.)

I’m very bad at portraying romance, yes. But I’m far worse at portraying monogamy.

The “Have you shown him your...charms?” option? No. No, don’t. She’ll actually go and do it. Possibly right here in front of two archmages, three imps, the rest of the party, and a bunch of mysterious tentacles.

Xoti’s story about trying to catch him half-asleep and then get him drunk into the bargain to lower his resistance = XOTI NO. Her getting a couple of approval bumps from Edér for telling it in a jokey way is just the icing on the fucked-up cake here.

And you know, I gave her enough time with Maia that they started throwing up romance banters, so I officially wash my hands of Xoti’s love life.

Anyway. I was heading to the Archives before I got sidetracked, right? Right.

...no, I apparently do not have a sufficiently ridiculous Mechanics score to pick the lock without dispelling the illusion first.

I’ve got some feelings about the note from Galven Regd about how everything we know about the War of Black Trees is a lie.

And some very different feelings about the manual for the flesh construct controller. If there’s one part of this series that’s ripe for kinkshaming, it’s this DLC. :D

I’m letting Rekke knock over all the book piles, because he seems to find it funniest out of everyone in the party. You’re welcome, kiddo.

I’m going to pronounce “Llengrath” with initial /ɬ/ and no one can stop me.

Oh, the mycelium in the Central Stacks. “The fungus shivers at your blow. Possibly in pleasure.” Yep, kinkshaming time.

The only inconvenient thing about giving Xoti a ranged weapon is that she hangs back too far from the front lines for her Circle of Protection to cover the melee squad. Protecting Fassina is better than nothing, but still.

Do you really think I’m not going to lick the runes when given the opportunity?

Sure, Rekke, go ahead and lick them too if you want.

So, Xoti, that Waidwen’s a cutie, isn’t he? The sort you might write erotic fiction about if you were that way inclined? You, uh, wouldn’t know anything about this book here, would you?

I can’t read “A True and Accurate Account of the Ten’s Final Stand” without having it in the back of my mind that Edér was 17 when the Godhammer went off. Seventeen! Imagining him as a skinny kid with only one-third of a clue what he’s doing, becoming Divine King of the Dyrwood or whatever the fuck and going to his death on that bridge...yeesh, it’s painful enough to think about Waidwen, who was at least a grown man when it all went down.

Oh, hello, fungus Llengrath. Ahem. It’s rude to stare, you know. Even if the eyeball falls off and rolls away afterwards.

Fyonlecg, I do enjoy listening to your VA, but you’re being very tedious right now. You and your creepy remote-controlled worm body.

The archmages’ opining on the Hand Occult falls squarely into Does This Remind You Of Anything territory, heh.

I love hearing Concelhaut complaining about everything. And you can’t do a godsdamned thing about any of it, you horrible old skull.

And I’m just going to sit here and have a metric fuckton of feelings about Bekarna, while I’m at it.

And there’ll be more fun stuff in the morning, it’s rather late.

[skekshroom]

instead of kinkshaming people, why don't you just delete the asks you don't want to answer? :/ just saying

damn bro you got the whole squad laughin

[aquainaglow]

I feel like I’ve lost my ability to draw like at all. I’ve had no motivation for almost over a year, and the most recent pieces I’ve posted were just what I could muster at the time.

I don’t want to give up but it feels like I have to start from square one all over again. Like I miss when I drew with friends. If I could just find out how some of y’all are doing, it would feel great. This is for all my friends on here that I’ve known since I first started on tumblr. I miss talking like we did on skype and all the fun shenanigans we had on streams. I miss different friend groups that I had (which were always connected to each other no matter what by at least 1 or 2 of the same friends.

I miss ya sin squad, kinkshame squad, dragon friendos and the “we all yell in the stream chat of a fav tumblr artist” groups.

Maybe if we start talking again, just maybe it’ll help bring back my motivation.

[doomhammrr]

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