#dooon't worry about it ^_^

[headslikekites]

hu! tao!

[clowndensation]

i drew asa :) surely there are no more steps to drawing asa. this is what a completed boy looks like.

[littlekingbergara]

sorry to paraphrase an already dated meme but

"shane and ryan are gay for each other" I don't know if we can say that necessarily. "shane and ryan have a semi-platonic Kink situationship going on and are in a committed relationship (work husband business partners) and are in love with each other (in a Besties way) and are generally obsessed with each other and think the other is hot" now this we cannot possibly refute

literally all of the above is true. their relationship is both an enigma and the clearest truest most obvious thing in the world. they contain multitudes.

[reminiscentrainclouds]

Theme of the day has been "I should shut up forever actually".

[mrmeowski]

🔞˚✦𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐: 𝐂𝐚𝐫 & 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐱 | 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧✦˚🔞

Synopsis: Once a month, you'd visit the human realm, accompanied by one of the demons and angels. It's a chance for them to experience the world you call home, to meet your loved ones, and to explore the unfamiliar sights and sounds of the human world. But today, with Mammon by your side, the excursion took an unexpected turn, spiraling out of control and reaching heights you never could have anticipated.

CW: Oral, cowgirl, drunk sex, car sex, scratching, hair pulling

Pairing/s: Mammon x M.Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Day 1: Sadism & Humiliation | Lucifer»

It was a rare treat to have one of the demons—may it be the brothers, the demon prince, or his butler—accompany you to the human world. This time, the second of the brothers, the Avatar of Greed, Mammon who had joined you on this adventure.

You had spent the day going around the city, laughing and joking together, and by nightfall, he had suggested visiting a particular bar. You had agreed, wanting him to enjoy his stay and experience the things he wanted to do.

As you entered the bar, his eyes lit up at the sight of the various drinks on offer. You had warned him to control himself with the drinks but he had simply laughed, insisting that human alcohol barely has any effect on him—a powerful demon. He had proceeded to order the strongest drink on the menu, and you had tried to keep an eye on his consumption.

However, it seemed like a blink of an eye, and he had downed glass after glass, each one disappearing in a single gulp. You had tried to intervene, but he had just winked at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You had taken your eyes off him for just a moment, and when you turned back, you heard a commotion from across the bar.

"Dooon't ya look at mah human like thaaat!" He bellowed at a random stranger, his voice echoing through the bar.

The poor man looked taken aback, trying to explain himself, "I-I don't know what you're talking about, sir." But the demon cut him off.

"No, no, no! I know that look! You think you can just steal mah human? Ha! I'll show ya... I'll show ya the powah of the Great Mammon! Avatar of—" You quickly intervened, grabbing him by his shoulder and pulling him back before he could reveal his true form.

"Mams! What are you doing?!" You exclaimed, glaring at him. You took in his disheveled state, his eyes glassy and unfocused, and sighed. "W-We should head back..."

As you pulled him out of the bar, his words slurred and tumbled out of his mouth, a drunken ramble of annoyance, "D'ja see th'way he looked at ya? He... he wanted ta take ya 'way from me... Thinks he can just waltz in here.. and steal my human? Ha! I'll never let that happen... You're mine, my human... my [Name]... all mine!"

You stopped dead in your tracks, turning to scold him, your voice firm but worried, "What's wrong with you? You can't just announce to everyone that you're a demon! I told you to control your drinking!" You shook your head, exasperated. "Whatever... let's just head back home. We'll go back to Devildom in the morning."

As you helped him into the passenger seat of your car, he slumped against the window, his eyes glassy and unfocused. You got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and pulled away from the curb. The drive back was going to be a long one.

As you navigated the busy roads, his hand seemed to move of its own accord, his logical side warning him that it was a bad idea, but his drunken brain overriding his better judgment. He reached out, his hand landing on your crotch, and you flinched, a faint blush dusting your cheeks.

"M-Mams, what are you doing?" You asked, trying to sound stern, but your voice trembling slightly.

His hand continued to rub your crotch, feeling the shape of your now hardening cock. You could feel his fingers tracing the outline of your erection, sending shivers down your spine.

Before you knew it, his slender fingers had begun to undo the zipper of your pants. "W-We're on the road!" You protested yet he merely grinned lazily as he looked up at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Hmm... so what? Jus' a little taste..." He worked his way around, pushing your pants along with your boxers down and freeing your cock.

"Mams—" You tried to push his head back, but he was too strong, even in his drunken state.

You could hear him faintly grumble, "Ya wan' it too... don't lie." His words were slurred, but his actions were deliberate, his mouth closing around your cock with a sloppy kiss.

Kisses quickly turned into needy, desperate sucks, and you could feel your control slipping away.

"Please..." Your voice was barely above a whisper, but you couldn't manage to continue.

Hearing your plea only fueled him, his head bobbed faster and faster, and you felt your eyes glazing over. Moans fell freely from your mouth, and you were powerless to stop them.

You were so close, and in a burst of ecstasy, you came, your body shuddering with release. He greedily swallowed it all, his mouth still working your cock even as you were shivering with aftershocks. You had to pull over to the side of the road, taking deep breathes as you tried to calm down.

"Your... a-ah crazy," you muttered, still trying to catch your breath.

You doubted the drunkyard even heard you, as he lazily licked your dick, his sloppy tongue sending shivers down your spine. Your thighs still flinched at his touch, your body still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm.

He on the other hand was far from done.

In a drunken, slurred voice, he muttered, "M' turn.. my turn nooow..." He pulled you into his side of the car, and you found yourself lying on top of him.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment wash over you. You looked out the window, watching as cars and people passed by, wondering what would happen if someone saw you?

Before you could dwell on it for too long, a hand grasped the back of your head, pulling your gaze back to him. "Don' look at 'em... Focus on me, jus' me, mmk?" He slurred.

With a last deep breath, you began shakily unzipping his pants, letting his dick slicked with precum free. You reached out to touch him, He let out a moan, his body arching up towards you.

"Ah... p-please," he begged, " put it in..." You stroked his cock, just once, twice, and his hips jerked up.

He was already so sensitive and reactive that it makes you grin.

"[Name], put it ... I need it... I need ya..." You knew that you couldn't resist him even if you wanted to.

You began to lower yourself onto his cock, feeling the tip of his dick press against you. Though you didn't go all the way, teasing him instead. His body arched up towards you, his eyes rolling back in his head as he let out a moan of pure pleasure.

You slowly moved your hips in a circular motion. But it seemed that he didn't want it like that. He wanted it rough, he wanted it fast, and he wanted it now.

A hand grabbed your ass, pushing you down onto his thick cock. You felt a surge of pain mixed with pleasure as you were stretched to your fullest. He thrusts up towards you, his body meeting yours.

You gasped at the sudden motion, he didn't stop nor did he slow down. He kept thrusting, kept pushing until you were crying out in pleasure.

Your body was on fire, your senses overwhelmed by the sensation of his pistoling inside you. You felt like you were being consumed by him like you were being devoured by his desire.

Everything around you became a blur. Your mind was a mush, and you were a mumbling, crying mess. You couldn't think straight, couldn't focus on anything.

His free hand slipped into your clothes, clawing at your back. You couldn't feel the pain anymore, besides the burning heat it felt on your skin.

Your hands, however, had found their home on his white sweat-slicked hair. You pulled onto it, your fingers tangling in the strands as you tried to anchor yourself. But it was no use. You were lost in the depths of his and your desires.

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Day 3: Tub Sex | Leviathan»

[thorns-on-our-sides]

Iain looked her up and down. She seemed legit, and the area had swarmed with press for a couple of days now. Still he couldn't help to be on his toes, it wouldn't be the first or last time someone with less than good intentions tried to play the press card.

"Nice to meet you Ms. Baumann. I'm sargeant Raid." He held his vest, relaxing his posture. "Has your group already been through the identification checkpoint? Tensions are running high and, although there's no official war, yet, some press groups are already asking to be assigned squads for protection when they are out of the safe zones."

So far his own squad had managed to avoid being assigned some journalist, and he was grateful for that. Even though it was part of his job sometimes, it still felt like babysitting duty and he had some not-so-great experiences with it in the past.

@thorns-on-our-sides sent:    ❝ I've not seen you here before. Who are you? ❞  ((choose which muse you prefer to be asking this)) First Meeting Sentences, Vol. 1

                       ✦• · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · •✦

        Nywe whipped her head around until her eyes met the gaze of a 30-something male soldier. His hard stare and lips drawn in a thin line suggested that she should identify herself, and fast; at least, if she didn't want to end up with a bullet between her eyes.

❝ My name is Nywe Baumann, and I work for Liberty Press, ❞ she explained in a calm tone, careful to pronounce each word clearly. For emphasis, Nywe gestured to the words of PRESS printed on her bulletproof vest.

❝ Me and some colleagues have been deployed here to record everything in case a war breaks out. As you will surely know, tensions have been running high between the countries these last days. ❞

Nywe paused for a moment, studying the man's face for signs of recognition (or at least a deescalation of hostility).

❝ Do you need more proof of identification? Or maybe I moved past the safe perimeter? ❞ she asked, concern etched in her voice.

[alan-in-the-outernet]

uhhhh dooon't worry about it! we're just talking about multiverse stuff!

hypothetically though, if someone named nala WERE here, we can see (and probably hear) you don't freak out

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[redbo-and-simbo]

Should probably have a sit down with him at some point about if you want a poly relationship or a closed one. You two have both commented on the boss enough times to warrant one. I suppose that will be my dare. You can do it later though, let everyone else have their fun and all that.

🎱

...Huh?

Don't worry about it.

You two talk about me?

Dooon't even worry about it, Red.

Whatever. Remind me when I'm sober...and when Red's in a better mental state.

[clandestine-crayons]

Silly stamp for my website... dooon't even worry about it 👍🎉

[arcadian-vampire]

hai!!! 15 and 19 for the autism ask game, please? no pressure of course 🫶🫶

(For the Autistic Ask Game here)

Hiii! ^-^

15. Tell me a fact about your special interest/stim toys/etc.

!!!!!! Oh boy, okay sO!!!!! Sorry this is gonna be unnecessarily long. But it's time for my favorite special interest fact + opinion :3

There's this silly anime gacha game I'm obsessed with (and have been obsessed with since I discovered it in December 2018, around the time the global server was launched), and one of the characters, my absolute favorite beloved baby boy Aither, was originally a girl :3

He was originally designed to be a princess, but at some point the devs were like "wait hang on actually, make him a prince and give him an older sister instead," and then they decided to scrap the older sister completely and just leave him on his own. There's still a few references to his sister on the official Facebook page, which is neat.

But ANYWAYS. Here's his earliest design on the left, with a slightly later sprite design (with an Easter alt! yippee!!) on the right. Very feminine cutie pie princesses

Aaaand here's his final design! Still quite feminine, but everyone (except one character who immediately gets corrected) refers to him as a prince. He ended up getting an alternate outfit where he wears his mother's dress for a special occasion, and the fandom absolutely lost their minds over it, mostly in gross ways 😮‍💨

In conclusion:

Transgemburrr (I think he's transmasc but comfy being ~girly~)

19. Do you rely on routines?

I think so! I have a morning routine (VERY important) and a night routine (less important mostly bc I'm Tired and don't care), but the middle of my day gets to just be Whatever. I also have little routines for stuff like showering and taking my noon meds 🎉 But I don't get too mad if I get interrupted, unless I'm already in a bad mood lol.

I Used to have a late-morning routine where I'd spend time studying Spanish, but I got frustrated with it and am "taking a break". Don't ask how long this break has lasted, dooon't even worry about it, it's all good 👍

Thank you for the ask!! 🥳💕

[amypihcs]

HELOOO! Even later than usual! And it's NOT university's fault this time, i was having fun in Naples (and a little headcanon-dump will follow about it!)

SO! Watson restarts from where he had interrupted.

Uh. Has old dad started doing parkour, lately? Weird. And i get why it's frightening, i mean. I would've screamed. And i'm not easy to impress.

AH AND HE ALSO ACTS AS IT WAS NOTHING!

I get you girl. Holmes gets you too and in fact he observe how weird is that the old man climbs to the second floor. Uh... That date... weird. Wait, why weird?

Werewolf? No not werewolf, WATSON WHY ARE YOU LOOKING FOR THE GUN??! NO. We will go CALMLY and tell him we made an appointment with him. Okaaaay Holmes!

Perfect! Watson agrees and so until tomorrow

Old university town! Monday! Holmes NOT considering that Watson has something to do, but Watson is there! Remembering uni-time mondays! They're having a good time!

And then they have the interview... Which goes... NOT FINE. Man Almost tries to toss them out. BODILY. And is stopped by Bennet. Oh here he is!

H: DOOON'T worry, boy, Alright, i've been in worse situations. Now, may we see the window? AH... Well, it seems quite funny to cl- WATSON STOP GLARING!

Okay, difficult to climb for a normal man. W: The professor couldn't've climbed it and so you will nto do it as well, Holmes. H: As the doctor commands. Ah, you have the information on the professor's correspondent! Jolly good!

See you next thursday, have patience, you too Watson. We'll be home soon.

Holmes writes to one of his agents and the evening he gets an answer and reads it as they're having a nice, romantic dinner together. So the professor's correspondent is from Prague. He went to Prague. It connects!

WAIT, old boy. The dates.

Watson, eyes on Holmes' eyes and ears to his words, ignore the pretty sexy hands. Yeeeees, there's no coincidence here, you are right.

H: I know do i deserve a kiss?

W: Wait a bit, and all the rest? H: You're asking for too much now! We'll see on tuesday, be patient, Watson.

Holmes wasn't apparently patient enough to let Watson write his closing formula... Oh well, we'll hear from him!!

[headslikekites]

sorry for no art recently btw. I have shark motivation (if anything disrupts my routine I die) & also my hands are cold.

my consolation doodle ↑

[thinkin-about-berries]

Hi there!!!!

I dooon't have a blog but it's letting me send asks so

My name is Orieos! (Kinda like Oreos, I don't mind Oreo either lol) any pronouns!

I'm just poking around in my off time as a Ranger and stumbled on your blog

New people greeting new people ya know?

oooh a ranger? nice to meet you too!

yeah i kinda let that setting stay on i don't really care cause no one really knows me anyways so i don't really worry too much about getting like doxxed or something

what region do you live in? heard rangers have spread out but they were formed mostly in like almia or fiore or something i know like nothing about regions not on this continent

[protectivemuses]

"Diiii~luc! I bet you can't guess where I've been!"

As if Yoimiya's 'Welcome to Fontaine!' headband wasn't obvious enough. How could she resist, it was practically singing to her! Prettily written, shaded in gorgeous blues and highlighted in gold... Yoimiya was keen to playing every bit the tourist, as was true of what lay hidden behind her back, suspiciously cradled in her palms.

"Okay, okay - you dooon't have to guess. Sooo, while I was away, I made sure to get you..."

Boom! Bringing her hands center stage, Yoimiya displayed her gift; a basket of the finest (bottled) juices, interspliced with concealed snacks of varying flavor. Sweet, salty, minty... and tucked in the very middle, a weighty object.

"It's a paper weight, in the shape of a mighty fire-spewing dragon! I think it's a dragon. Anyway, it was kinda' hard finding anything red there, and I know blue isn't really your thing. Sooo, once I saw this, I had to get it! It's made out of some crystal from Liyue, I think. And! And and and!!!"

Digging around the decorative parchment, Yoimiya yanked free a, likely familiar, object.

"It's a hair tie! It's supposed to be gentle on your hair. You have to work so much and do so much, the last thing you need is a headache from a ponytail tied too tight. Trust me, I know how much of a bummer those can be."

Without shyly withdrawing, Yoimiya matched his gaze:

"I missed you. I thought of you a lot, so every time I did, I bought something."

Diluc turned to look from the stack of paperwork in front of him, chuckling as his eyes noticed the headband she was sporting. "I am glad you had a good time while taking a small vacation. I can imagine how different the nation of hydro must have been." Blinking as she gives him the basket, he looks over the items it contains although part of him worries about how much she must have spent on some of this. Especially with the centerpiece. "It does indeed seem to be a dragon, so it seems you are right in that regard." After a few moments, he set the basket down onto the desk beside him and stood up from his seat.

Stepping forward, he wrapped his arms around her to pull her close and to steal a gentle kiss. "I missed you too. And thank you for the gifts. They're very thoughtful of you, although I do hope you didn't spend too much on them." He knew neither of them were close to poor or barely making it with mora, but still. It didn't mean he wanted the risk of her spending too much. "And I will most definitely have to find a proper spot for this dragon and try out this hair tie. And perhaps you can try some of these juices with me over dinner later."

[pichlive]

dooon't worry about that uh. buddy

[vagabondfromkanto]

//it's been a DAY but nevertheless I have survived it and I'm on, heyo everyone

"And I continue to have a bad feeling about something. Huh."

//dooon't worry about it