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[l3viat8an]

Mammon waking you up by going down on you (with prev consent ofc) or you waking Mammon up with a BJ >_<

Nsfw!

Honestly thought this posted already- cuz it was supposed to be in queue for Mams birthday jsksjsk

I feel like that would happen all the time after you start dating Mammon! I mean he just can’t get enough of you and it is a rather nice way to wake up~

And really some mornings he gets so needy and you look so sweet laying there next to him that he just can’t keep his hands or lips off of you.

At first Mammon was just planning to kiss you, a few kisses down your neck and chest wouldn’t hurt right?- then he starts going lower, moving your clothes out of the way so he can keep kissing your skin, down across your chest and tummy and somehow he ends up between your legs… oops~

You wake up slowly, your mind groggy with sleep and pleasure as your eyes open and all you can see of your boyfriend is a lump under the covers. But as soon as you wake up and start grinding your hips to meet his face a little harder Mammon grabs your hips to pin you back down. At the same time he lifts his head to look up at you, which makes the covers fall back a bit so you can see his face, (his hair is an absolute mess too but that’s not super important :D) a crooked little smirk on Mammon’s face as he sits up enough to press a few more soft and wet kiss across your tummy. Mumbling out “Mornin’ darlin’.” against your skin before he goes right back to what he was doing- making you cum on his face-

He thinks its cute how you try to prop yourself up a bit on your elbows to look down at him and enjoy the show, chuckling to himself as he sucks on your clit just right, that it has your head rolling back and you have to plop right back down onto the pillows because it felt that good.  After all he knows all your sweet spots.

Neither of you talk much but Mammon would praise you for being so good and cummin’ for him, ya should let him take care of ya more often~

Sooo of course it’s only right that you ‘repay him’ wake him up head the next morning.  

Again not hard Mammon almost always has ‘morning wood’ when you sleep in the same bed.

While you’re under the covers tease his tip a bit -trust me- before taking his cock all the way into your mouth.

As soon as you start Mammon’s awake and you can hear all his breathlessly, little moans of “Yea~” and “Oh fuck, yes darlin’, just like that” I’m telling you he can’t keep his mouth shut- “S-shit- Don’t stop fuck.” and even more, “Please- Yea, like that, faster.”

There is a special something -not quite tenderness but that’s the closest word you can think of- to Mammon in these moments. Even as you have his cock in your mouth, even as he groans under his breath and his legs tense. Even as he grabs a handful of your hair and gently pushes you down a little bit to see if you can take him even further down your throat, he’s not trying to be mean but he loves it when you gag on him. Making him moan even louder “Shit- So fuckin’ g-good treasure.” as he cums down your throat.

Maybe it’s the way he smooths over your hair as you swallow his cum. Or maybe it’s the way he starts to pull you up to lay your head on his chest and wraps his arms around you as tightly as he can immediately after. It’s all done with care, as if you’re the most precious thing in his room. And of course to him you are.

(Although if you wanna tease Mammon a little more instead- sit up before he can pull you up and let the covers pool around you as you make a show of licking the last few drops of his cum off your lips ;))

[zorosdimples]

mdni. cw: hybrids, oral fixations, spit. my (not so) long-awaited return to the tiger hybrid yuuji-verse.

Sunday afternoons are usually spent like this: lazing on the couch with your tiger hybrid, his broad frame curled around yours as he shields you from the stress of your impending work week. Your face is buried in his strong chest and his chin rests atop your head.

Yuuji chuffs in contentment when you reach up to scratch his rosy ears; the vocalization puffs against your hair as his soft tail gently bats your hip. When you try to withdraw your hand, he whines, chasing you with his nose. As you let him nuzzle into your touch, he begins lapping at your skin.

You chuckle; you’ve grown fond of his clinginess. “Hm?”

His affection dances from the center of your palm to the tip of your pointer finger, and he wraps his tongue around the digit before nipping the pad. He pulls away from your comforting scent and warmth—barely, as his breath ghosts your flesh—and his striped ears twitch.

“You know how you told me to come to you when I need anything?” Yuuji asks.

You hum. “Of course.”

“Well,” he gulps, cheeks blooming a ruddy color that matches his hair, “could you, um, play with my mouth?”

Unsure of where he’s headed with his request, you quirk an eyebrow.

“The vet said I had to stop chewing so much ice—remember?”

“Yeah. It’s bad for your teeth if you do it too often.”

He nods. “And I've chewed through all of my toys.”

“No new toys until next month, Yuu. They’re too expensive to replace on a weekly basis. Unfortunately, I’m not made of money.”

The hybrid’s ears flatten against his head. “I know. But my mouth feels so empty.” He shifts a little, now fidgeting with the fuzzy tip of his tail. “I—um, just need something to occupy it. My gums ache, and my jaw hurts because I keep clenching. I try to work everything out on my own, but I… I thought maybe you could help.”

Wide, sweet, earnest, Yuuji’s gaze is rich caramel. You feel a little flustered by his request—you aren’t exactly sure why—but you couldn’t possibly say no to him. You offer Yuuji a reassuring smile. “There’s no need for you to be embarrassed; I’m always happy to help. Now: open wide for me.”

Your willingness draws a pleased chuff from him, and he complies, baring his maw. Accentuated by glinting incisors, rows of honed teeth would be a frightening sight for an onlooker. But the hybrid would rather wither away than hurt a fly (unless the fly was trying to harm you). You begin by running a finger along his slick gums, gingerly massaging the pink tissue.

Garbled whines flutter past Yuuji’s drooling tongue; his eyes water, irises hazy with relief. By the time you reach his molars, you have to hold his tongue down with your middle and ring fingers, using your index to rub around his teeth. Spit pools at the bottom of his mouth and dribbles down his chin. A pleased sigh leaves his stretched lips, and his hips jerk forward, something firm brushing against your belly.

Blood rushes to your face. You swallow dryly, acutely aware of your intimate position. “Are you hard, Yuuji?”

The hybrid doesn’t try to deny it. “Thowy,” he pants with your fingers heavy on his tongue. Dew collects at his temples and his neck is blush. But instead of putting space between your bodies, he squirms closer—until his bulge presses against you, his syrupy gaze slowing your mind and seeping into your limbs.

Arousal knots itself deep in your core as you stare at your companion—hot, needy, eager. Against your better judgment, you grind against him. Losing focus, he roughly grabs your hips, mouth closing around your digits to lave and suck. He rolls onto his back and hoists you on top of him, angling you so that his throbbing length rubs you right where you need.

“Fuck,” you hiss, unable to do anything but roll your hips and chase pleasure. You extract your fingers from Yuuji’s mouth, cradling his burning face before melting into him, a heap of spit and teeth and tongue.

“I’m s-sorry,” he groans against your lips as he kneads your ass, tail grazing your ankle. “Gonna make it up to you—promise.”

[umlewis]

race winner lewis hamilton's team radio for the final lap and after the race, britain - july 7, 2024

[dangerpronebuddie]

“I’m sorry for not believing you”

For you, lovely! Under the cut because tumblr has something against me.

“Why do you sound like you have your head stuck in a bucket?” Eddie says with a confused frown. 

“Well it’s not!” Buck huffs. “I… UGH I’m so stupid!”

“You’re not stupid,” Eddie says definitively. “I’m almost there, tell me what happened.”

“I was carving pumpkins for us to take to Hen and Karen’s party,” Buck says, his voice muffled and echoey and far away. It may just be because the speaker on Eddie’s phone is jacked up.

“Uh-huh,” Eddie says when Buck doesn’t continue, drawing out the syllables. “And?”

“And I… might have my head stuck in a pumpkin.” 

Eddie opens his mouth to reply, when the words fully register. He rolls his lips and swallows the laugh bubbling up in his chest. “You do not have a pumpkin stuck on your head.”

“Why would I lie about having a fucking pumpkin stuck on my head?” Buck cries. 

Eddie pulls up outside Buck’s building and hops out, forgetting the hat to his costume on the seat and jogging inside. “I’m in the elevator, I’ll be there in a minute,” Eddie says, preparing himself for whatever catastrophe Buck is really facing.

“The door’s unlocked,” Buck says with a weary sigh before hanging up. 

Eddie jogs to Buck’s door and steps inside. 

He freezes in his tracks and bites down hard on his lip to keep from bursting out laughing. “Buck.”

Buck whirls around to face him, his cape swishing with the movement, his eyes just barely visible through the carved eyes of the pumpkin on his head. 

“You-” Eddie claps a hand over his mouth- “you actually have a pumpkin on your head.”

“I told you!” His voice sounds even more garbled than it did on the phone, and his wide puppy eyes peering at him through the gourd should make Eddie feel guilty for wanting to laugh, but it has the opposite effect. 

“I'm sorry for not believing you,” Eddie says, his hand still over his mouth to hold back his giggles. 

“Apologize later, just help me!” Buck exclaims, tugging at the gourd adorning his noggin. 

Eddie joins him at the kitchen island. “How did you even… Why did you even…”

“Remember, I told you Jee wanted me to be-”

“The headless horseman from that one Scooby Doo,” Eddie nods, Buck's logic making as much sense now as it probably could. “And you wanted to see if you could use an actual pumpkin for the head.”

Buck's shoulders drop. “Yeah,” he admits, a little dejected.

“You're adorable,” Eddie says with a smile way too fond. His eyes widen in shock at the same time Buck's do. He most definitely did not mean to say that out loud. 

Buck recovers first. Even without the mouth carved out, Eddie can tell there's a smirk on his face, albeit a little sheepish. “Even with a pumpkin on my head?” 

Eddie snorts a surprised laugh. “Even with a pumpkin on your head.” He looks at the array of utensils and special carving tools Buck has spread across the island and selects a short, serrated knife.

“You sure you want out?” Eddie grins. “I think it suits you.”

Buck ducks his head and topples forward a little with the weight of the gourd, a small, surprised whoa escaping his lips. Eddie giggles and helps right him. “Yes, get me out of here,” Buck says. “I know orange is my color, but this is too much.”

Eddie chuckles and sets to work, starting at the top of the pumpkin, which Buck had thankfully carved out already. 

“Hold still,” Eddie says softly. He doesn't know if this'll work, but they've got to start somewhere. 

Buck does as instructed, fingers gripping the countertop to keep from fidgeting as Eddie carefully saws through the pumpkin. He doesn't go deep enough to completely puncture it, but he creates enough give to pry it apart. 

Buck sighs in relief as the pumpkin comes apart in Eddie's hands. There's a few seeds in his curls and the puppy eyes are out in full force, and Eddie truly doesn't think he's ever looked more beautiful. 

“Thanks, Eds,” Buck says, a blush high on his cheeks. 

“Always,” Eddie says, much more soft than necessary. “But please don't do that again.”

Buck giggles. “I don't plan on it. But if I do, I know I can call Zorro to help me.”

Eddie rolls his eyes with a smile. “This costume was your idea, remember?”

“I didn't think you'd actually do it,” Buck says, trailing his fingertips along the collar of Eddie's half buttoned shirt. 

“Buck, I don't think there's a single thing you could ask of me that I wouldn't do,” Eddie declares, looking into his eyes. He thinks he should be terrified, but giddiness overtakes any lingering fear when Buck tugs him close by the collar. 

“Yeah?” Buck's eyes dart down to his lips. “Even if I asked you to kiss me?” 

Eddie cups his cheek and draws him into a devastating kiss. Buck makes a soft noise against his lips Eddie swallows down. He tastes a little like pumpkin but Eddie doesn't care. Something settles inside him as Buck cups his face in his hands, deepening the kiss. 

Buck is the first to pull away, resting their foreheads together. “So… if there’s nothing you wouldn’t do…” Eddie watches, half dazed, as a smirk spreads across Buck’s kiss-swollen lips. “Then would you let me fu-”

Eddie cuts him off with a quick kiss they both laugh into. “We’ll come back to that later. Right now, we have a party to get to. I didn’t dress like this for nothing.”

Buck hums and kisses him again. “You sure didn’t.”

Eddie makes himself pull away and take Buck’s hand. “Come on, pumpkin.”

Send me an I'm Sorry prompt!

[thelonelyshore-if]

Hey, don’t know if this has been asked before, but vaguely, how long do you think MC is gonna be in Easthaven?

Ooooh Nonnie, I want to answer this so badly. But I cannot, because. Well. Spoilers.

Overall? I think MC will be in Easthaven for longer than most MCs would like. Make of this what you will ;)

[umgeorge]

charles leclerc and george russell in the press pen after the race, mexico - october 27, 2024 📷 sam bloxham / getty

[navybrat817]

Hot COD characters?

Which characters do I think are hot, nonnie?

Price

Soap

Gaz

Mask kink alone, Ghost and König

Alejandro is also attractive.

So is Alex Keller.

Lots of hotness to go around. ❤️‍🔥 Love and thanks! ❤️

[carpedzem]

bbh a bigger advocate for workers rights than tubbo self-proclaimed dude who’s not scared to speak out about something that’s harmful that’s crazy

tubbo is too busy clipping dream mentions from his stream to put on yt shorts for something so unimportant as workers rights

[elkkiel]

If you are the ceo of kitty token, are we, your followers, the workers of kitty token? Is there an HR department of kitty token? A marketing department of kitty token? A finance department of kitty token? Kitty token tech/it support?

yes yes hello my kittens I mean kittens I mean Dedicated Professional Worker Employees, welcome to kitty token (corporate edition)

HR: lmaoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo fuck no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! in this house we love workplace safety and labour rights violations 😌👍

Marketing: run entirely by whoever greenlit the lava lamp merch licensing. and also the person who threw the cat ears on stage for Vess that one time (actual legend behaviour, thank u for your service)

Finance: with how we handle Obtains? none of us are financially responsible enough for the position and therefore it is still vacant

Tech/IT support: Sam with a roll of duct tape and whichever tech fixed III's power pack after Vess busted that shit in Montreal.

[l3viat8an]

Hey I’m back on my Diavolo and thigh riding shit. 

So if you would imagine with me,,,

sitting on the sofa with Dia and you two are making out and it’s getting hot so he pulls you into his lap so you can straddle him and you stop for a sec, biting your lip and now he knows what you want. He opens his legs and lets you climb on one thigh, he’s gripping your hips and guiding you as you grind down on his muscular thigh and your whimpering and he’s hard then he gently bounces his leg and squeezes your hips as you move quicker and cum in your panties 

dunno if I have a sign off yet so just call me “Dia anon” ;-) 

Nsfw!

Thigh riding with Dia is a weakness for me omll Like I’m imagining-

CW; thigh riding duh, spanking at the end. oh ‘n the reader wearing a skirt! But it’s only mentioned once jskjs

Grinding on Diavolo’s thigh, slowly at first, your skirt bunching up around your waist as your fingers get tangled in his hair, exchanging messy kisses back and forth between you two. his hands gripping your hips, guiding you, rocking your hips just a little faster and bouncing his knee up just right so it’s rubbing against the growing wet spot on your underwear.

not to mention the way you’re straddling his leg means your knee keeps brushing against his hard cock and every time he guides you hips it’s as if he’s pulling you closer-

your body already feels like it’s on edge from neediness as your orgasm approaches faster then you expect. the kisses stop as you shift a little, pressing your face into his neck now sucking and biting marks into his neck, moaning against his skin. 

the steady bouncing of his knee helps push you closer and closer to your orgasm. your little moans getting louder, your fingers still tangled in his hair tug a letter harder as your legs shake as you cum on his thigh.

when you catch your breath and start to sit up, to pull away Diavolo pulls you right back in chuckling, “you made a mess, darling. you know what happens now.” he pats his lap and you sigh, moving from sitting on his thigh to laying over his lap. the wet spot on his pant leg now under your stomach. and he chuckles again, rubbing his palm over your ass, before giving it a test first, almost playful slap. you don’t even try to hide your moan- and Diavolo knows how much you enjoy this part too, saying, “oh this is going to be fun~” as he lifts his hand to give your ass another slap…

[bosooka]

idk it seems like most people talking about shin/sabine are clearly kidding when they talk about it becoming canon in the finale.... like super obviously not being serious... most people have been going around openly calling themselves delusional and are just having fun, but you seem to be disproportionately agitated and scornful about it for no reason.

anon contrary to what you might think i am actually capable of distinguishing between people being silly and people genuinely thinking things are going to happen! like i'm not referring to the posts i saw that were like "can't wait for the wolfwren wedding whoooo" which are clearly shitposts (and made me chuckle when i saw them), i am referring to all the posts i have waded through the past 6+ weeks of people 100% seriously insisting that there are only lesbian explanations to shin and sabine's dynamic and they're going to kiss any day now when the most they have done is attempt to murder each other and if you disagree you are a Secret Homophobe(TM).

like, i am not making any generalizations about the wolfwren fandom because i do not interact at all with it, i did not even imply "most" shippers are like this, but i hope that you can somehow find it in you to understand that i have a certain limit for shipper nonsense (particularly when it comes to ships that have inundated the tags of my favorite characters with very little of substance) and i do not really care if it's 5 idiots i'm referring to or 60 when i make a post about something that annoys me

[marriedtojasperhale]

Hi! idk if anyone has asked you this already, but, what is your fav sims game?

sims 1 and sims 2 are my faves :) but i play sims 3 and sims 4 aswell cuz i like every sims game :)

[dangerpronebuddie]

Buddie “And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”

For you, darling!

“And that's how you ruin a life. Congratulations.” Buck ducks his head as Tommy stalks out. Flinches as the door slams shut behind him.  He doesn't feel guilty about it, not entirely. Not about the breakup itself, but more about the circumstances surrounding it. He'd like to think it came out of nowhere, but it's been building for months. Maybe even since that first kiss. It does sting a little though, Tommy's attitude about the whole thing, but… well, Buck can't really blame him… can he? “Evan, he's a grown man, let him breathe,” Tommy scoffed. Buck didn't answer at first. Didn't really know how to. No one had ever questioned Buck's place in Eddie's life. Sure, he'd seen the looks from Hen and Chim, and on occasion Bobby, but nobody ever challenged it.  “If he didn't want me around, he'd tell me,” Buck said, not nearly as confident as he'd wanted to be.  “Why do you feel like you have to babysit him?” Tommy asked, his face twisted like he smelled something bad.  “I'm not-” “You've spent more time with Eddie than you have with me,” he huffed.  “He just needed-” “Why do you always follow him like a lost puppy?”  “Because I love him,” Buck blurted out in frustration.  And the fight only got worse from there. Buck really does not want to dwell on it. What he wants- who he wants- is waiting on Buck for their movie night.  He grabs his keys and jogs downstairs to the parking lot, where Tommy is just climbing into his own car. He turns at the sound of Buck's footsteps.  “It's too late for apologies, Evan, I-” “I'm not apologizing,” Buck says, brushing past him and hopping into his Jeep.  Twenty minutes later, he jogs up the drive to Eddie's house. He fumbles with his keys for a solid three minutes, his hands shaking, before giving up and knocking. Eddie opens the door almost immediately. “There's this little metal thing called a key? Thought I gave you one?” Eddie teases.  “I love you,” Buck says, and he doesn't panic when the words land between them. Truth be told, he doesn’t even breathe until Eddie speaks. Which takes a minute or three. Buck can almost see a buffering emblem on his forehead. “You do?” he asks, like he’s not sure Buck meant it.  Buck nods. “I do.”  Eddie smiles widely, his cheeks a beautiful pink. “I love you, too.” He barely has the words out before Buck is cupping his face in his hands and kissing him.  “By the way,” Buck says between kisses, “I broke up with Tommy.” “Congratulations,” Eddie mutters, slinging an arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer.  That's how you begin a life.

[dearestclement1ne]

that video changed me forever

top 3 stewie videos fs

[umgeorge]

charles leclerc and george russell in the press pen after the race, mexico - october 27, 2024 📷 sam bloxham / getty

[naenaex0xx]

I died the entire day but I'm alive now ....