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[mamma-mia-mammon]

saw this and felt inspired, 10k and i draw mammon with the cute little red ribbon choker

[calebrity]

panty-thieving caleb

do we need to discuss this? caleb truly does this. nobody’s undergarments safe from this man. does homeboy feel guilty? yes. will he do it again? u can bet ur ass on it

It’s… fine.

I mean, you’re gone for a few days, your little hunter’s gig requiring your presence elsewhere, and the apartment is quiet- almost uncomfortably quiet- for a short while; he has some room to wriggle. Be bad. He could throw a house party in your absence and you would never know. He’s good at keeping secrets, and he’s a masterclass in those pitiful puppy dog eyes that catch you for hook, line, and sinker. If he said he didn’t, then you’d believe him, ‘cause you’re a good girl.

(His good girl. Whether or not you’re aware of that has no effect on its truth.)

It’s not like the walls have eyes, that you’re watching, when he leans against the washing machine, his own dirty clothes swirling in a heap behind the clear window, and spots your hamper propped behind the door, a glint of interest in his eye- shameful as it may come.

You’re far from stupid. But you are naive, down to a fault- and Caleb thinks, flipping the lid of it and stooping over to rifle through your laundry, that it’s for the better.

It’s just marginally easier on his conscience if you’re unaware of what he’s about to do.

Look- to clear the air, he isn’t proud of it, alright? But fuck if he doesn’t need it. You’ve left him high and dry one too many times to count, and he doesn’t blame you for that, pipsqueak, he gets that your relationship had established boundaries from early on- too early to really even remember- and that you couldn’t begin to understand the depths of what he feels for you. He gets that. It’s only festering in the forefront of his brain on most days, squeezing in his chest in a way that reads longing just as much as it does guilt.

The knowing doesn’t stop him though, or the disgrace.

Might even drive him a little bit further, if he’s being honest.

He digs out a frilly pink article, pointedly ignoring all other clothes save for the few oversized shirts of his you must’ve snagged earlier this week- regarding them with a passive but somewhat smug smile- and pulls it taut between his fingers, marvelling a little at the intricate gusset.

Fuck.

And you know, the remnant of his guilt fades the longer he stares. Perverted or not, his imagination runs at a mile a minute and there’s a certain thrill he obtains in envisaging you wearing it. So, so beautiful, he’s sure, and how could you not be? A pretty nymphet strewn in blushing pink. He barely has the self restraint to pass up on finding the matching bra, but it’s a near thing.

He doesn’t think he really cares about how horrified you’d be, how much faith you’d lose in him- your precious Caleb- not as his cock stirs in his briefs and he pictures you wearing the underwear, sticking your ass out for him on full display. He’d touch it and grope it and guide you down onto his aching length- but not before getting your pretty pussy (well, he’s never seen it before, no, but he’s willing to bet his whole piggy bank that it’s as gorgeous as the rest of you) all primed and ready for him.

He’d worship you. Really, he’s just waiting on your green light.

In his dreams he kneels on the ground before you and laps at your folds ‘til you’re screaming and pulling his hair- but he doesn’t let up until he knows for sure you’ve nothing left to give him. When you’re wholly satisfied, then, and only then, does he hike his pants down his thighs and sink into your sopping heat.

The smell of you— “mmnh.”

Oh pretty girl, nothin’ compares.

Caleb lets out a little groan as he fists your dirty panties tight and thrusts it in his face, inhaling your scent- faded detergent mixed with an undeniably feminine musk- in lungfuls. He thumbs over the fabric with appreciation and gives it an oddly chaste kiss before getting to swift work on his growing problem.

This won’t happen again. He promises. If you were around for it, you’d hear him spew out his apologies and proffer out his little finger for a pinky swear. He never breaks a pinky swear, too. It’s sacrilegious in your household.

He’s half tempted to wrap your pretty panties around his cock and rub it that way, but he quickly thinks better of it, surprisingly clear-headed in his conviction to keep it untainted. Your underwear having been thrown in your dirty hamper or not- Caleb doesn’t want to mar them with his own release if he comes hard into the lacy folds of it- and no doubt he would. He respects you a little too much to tarnish your precious belonging, and while he knows his actions are disparaging in and of themselves, this is a front he’ll remain staunch on: your undies are valuable, not some material to use for jerking off before curtly disposing of.

He’ll be careful, he’ll be good to them. Okay?

Evidently, that respect he has for you isn’t quite enough to stop him from nabbing your dirty laundry and huffing it in like paint— but it’s the little things that count, right? The thought.

A rasping whine punches out from his chest, his eyes clamped shut as he strokes himself with long, slim fingers, desperately wishing them to be yours instead. Yours would be softer, more uncertain and unexperienced as they trail over his dick but fuck they’d feel so good, he knows this like he’s never known anything before. Just pines for it to become reality.

Of course, he’d start with something smaller to ease you in; he wants it to be romantic, your first time, full of sloppy, but meaningful kisses as confession and hands cupping your face as he vows to keep you happy forever.

But what he gets up to- you’d be so mad if you knew— He wants to save himself from the mortifying prospect of you ever unearthing his sordid inner world, but it’s a little too late to backtrack. He can’t reverse what he feels for you, in any case.

Shit. It sounds so bad- the dregs of his rationale rebuking him somewhere in the back of his head- but thinking about you frustrated just gets him riled up even more. ‘Cause you’re so cute like that... Furrowed brow and flushed cheeks, lips that pout and arms that cross over your breast and unwittingly press them up and present them to him before you either frown or inevitably turn your back on him.

He could die in peace to your catty moans and whines. And then he’d revive himself just to pull a few more out of you.

Hey, look, pipsqueak, he knows he’s a big meaniehead sometimes, but—

Pre dribbles from the tip and he smears it down the long column of his cock, sucking in a shaky breath as the washing machine drums out a steady tune. He could fuck you on it. It’d probably feel so good that way. Or he could drag you to the couch and eat you out for hours on end until his knees bruise on the carpet and you constrict your thighs around his head. Sounds like a dream. Like his dreams.

—but he just loves you so damn much.

And can you really fault him if he gets a little worked up over how you behave? I mean, yeah, he’s supposed to be your ‘gege’ and all, but c’mon... He’s still a man at the end of the day. You’re kind of setting a high bar for him, don’t you think? He’s only human. He’s fallen victim to love, and if you were experiencing even half of what he’s been for seeming eons now, then you’d understand it too.

It flourishes in his belly fast- the want to taste and take and consummate with you- pleasure reaching its peak as he keenly pumps his fist. He knows this is screwed up, he knows, but it feels so good and he just—

“Oh, ungh- pipsqueak-!” with a few sputtering gasps, he ruts his hips into his hand one more time before everything existing inside him erupts. He hurtles himself at the washing machine as it thumps, hugging your panties to his nose like it’s the one thing keeping him rooted in place right now and from buckling to the floor, dousing himself in the scent of you as his eyes flutter back. When he comes, he wants it to be to the essence of you and nothing else.

White gushes over the backs of his fingers; he rides himself through it, broad chest heaving as he talks himself down from his own high.

His inner dialogue is starker now as he settles and the desire searing his critical thinking abates. It’ll never happen again, he’s adamant on that. Because he’s more or less just betrayed your trust, to put it lightly, and it’s not right.

Guilt warms his heart to an unpleasant degree.

I-It’s fine.

When he’s done, he’s not quite comfortable with himself and the knowledge of what he’s just done- see? he’s not a completely depraved bastard, haha. He tucks himself in the waistband of his sweats with an almost rueful glance towards your hamper, grinding his jaw as post-nut clarity sinks its teeth into him— and pockets your panties.

It’ll make a nice triad to the other two he’s got stowed in his dresser.

You don’t need to know about any of this, though- you shouldn’t. Caleb’s the one who’ll shoulder this for the both of you. And if you come asking, he’ll just tell you the washer’s been eating up his laundry, too. No biggie.

It’s fine. What you don’t know can’t hurt you.

[xvxnoid]

shadowpeach doodle 💛💜

[energ00n]

art trade with my moot 🐝💛💛💛

Since tumblr is such a headache you guys ain't getting the full. Full gonna be over on my patreon

[papysanzonew]

Sometimes even a Ghost King needs reassurance 💛

[nixie-deangel]

WIP Title Tag Game

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thanks @zeawesomebirdie <33 (even though I'm like 2 months late on answering this XD) 💛

😈😈😈 I would break it up but lets be real, all my ideas right now are focused on TGM and Hangster fandom XD but here's what I'm working on, though it's mostly in bits and pieces right now:

vampire Jake/human Bradley - hangster

non navy Bradley/fighter pilot Jake as parents - hangster

icemav break up / icedad

shifter au - hangster

virgin Jake - hangster (with vampire Bradley)

win a date with Jake - hangster

insecure Bradley - hangster

Jake doesn't deal with Bradley's death - hangster

serial killer Jake - hangster

Jake's family causes the hangster break up

Rancher Jake x music producer Bradley

Contract killer Jake x mob prince Bradley

Serial/Contract Killer Bradley x naval pilot Jake

Witchy Jake doesn’t handle Bradley’s death and brings him back to life a la Frankenstien style

Tagging (for those who wish to do this!): @impalachick @tabbytabbytabby @dracculaura @dear-massacre @robininthelabyrinth @crownofstardustandbone @halestrom @tgmsunmontue @whistler-king @hedwig221b @mxrcusflint and whoever else would like to do this!! 💛💛💛

[themareverine]

I mean only if you think you can handle him!?

Ive come up with the phrase "blorbo-in-law" which is a fictional character who isn't, like, YOUR blorbo from YOUR shows but it is your mutual's blorbo who you nevertheless have developed strong opinions about due to long term dash exposure

[j-restlessgeek]

Hii Jay :333 Just saw your tags in the Jure post, hope you're still alive and between us!! 💛 (I'm definitely not alive myself)

Anyways~~~~

Have you noticed how (especially in the first pic) you can see a lot of the freckles on his torso through the transparent parts of his shirt?? I'm definitely so so normal about it :))))

You are speaking to the spirit who is also freaking out, 👀👀👀 his freckles ... boom 💥💥💥💥💥💥 double dead dying deceased going to afterlife plus.

😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

Look at him in that fit 😩😩😩🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰. Some of the first pictures I ever saved and now I have more of them, thank you 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛. We are blessed that he is most of the time topless on stage 🥰🥰🥰🍽️.

Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuu💛💛💛💛💛

[swiftmitsu]

Buy yoself that Iced coffee, maybe add some Mint in it too **Pets your little head*

I SAW THAT.

IM STARING AT IT.

KREDENA.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA$3&/&:@AAA

IM SOBbiNGGgg

THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥺💛💛💛🥺💫🥺😭💫✨💛🥺💛🥺🥺💛💛💛💛

THAT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME YK.

I LOVE YOUUUU /P EUEEUEUEUEE 💛💕💫🥺💛🥺💕💫💕💫💕💛💛💕💫💫

[j-restlessgeek]

Answering @chaosofsmarty 's ask (since tumbrl is mean and won't let me)

Meow there 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

15 . Have any pets?

- sadly no, at least not yet but I want to have 2-3 cats once I move out :3.

16. How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

- exhausted from this week, had only one night of sleep and yesterday was a little extra because I had an important biology exam and then got overwhelmed for the rest of the day and had basically no interest in interacting with anyone. But right now I am also very relieved that I have the exam behind me.

24. What is/are/were your best subjects?

- oh i was always best at art and religion (almost only 1's/ german equivalent to A's). Currently its Microbiology :333333.

26. What are you craving right now?

Snow and peace and time, but mostly snow, we had two days of snow in six weeks. But at least its cold :((((.

32. What is your favourite colour?

- Any shade of pink, they fill me with joy, and yellows and dark green, all the colours that make you feel almost sick with how bright they are. Fuchsia and magenta are fun too.

51. Favourite food?

- the lasagna from @rockingpeeble , that dish is a godsend for picky me :3333, its sooooooooooo gooooooooood, always go back for seconds 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛, like they looked for a recipe that fit me 😭😭😭😭.

52. Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

- Yeah, in some cases I do believe that everything is kinda planned out, that in the end it all will be good, that life finds its way one way or another, even tho sometimes it takes pain and loss to get there.

- like through one workplace I found out what I really want to make, fought to get there and realised that I never want to be in a workplace like the one that led me to finding my passion. Currently in school to get there :333.

58. Favourite weather?

Oh two types; favourite weather when I am inside and don't need to get out: rain storm with flashes and thundering, always a guarantee for me to have the best sleep, i also looooooove the way everything smells after a storm.

favourite weather when I am outside, daytime: misty weather with heavy fog; nighttime: not even a single cloud allowing me to see the stars and our beautiful moon, my beloved 💛💛💛.

59. Do you like snow?

- yes, i looooooooooove snow, i have nothing but good memories about snow, the way it tastes, the way it sounds and crunches, getting in after being in the cold and warming up with a hot chocolate, wonderful 💛💛💛💛💛🥰🥰

62. What makes you happy?

- ohhhhh many things, watching movies and shows of all kinds, but i do have a list of movies which I always return to (like Nightmare before christmas or How to train your dragon) eating something sweet, learning new things, listening to music, rewatching movies, hanging out with @rockingpeeble 💛💛💛, chatting with my friends, seeing cats or dogs, reading a book or comic, looking at art, playing all sorts of games with my sibling. :3333333

Thaaaaassaaaaaaaaaank youuuuuuu 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

[kirexa]

NEW !!! SNAKE DISCOVERED

ITS CALLED THE LIMESTONE EYELASH PIT VIPER. THAT iS SO CUTE. ITS SO PRETTY

EDIT: IF YOURE HERE!! REBLOG THIS VERSION THANKS

[notscarsafe]

So, uh, put that in your headcannon and light the fuse I guess

[beif0ngs]

Set sail~! 🏴‍☠️

[vanessagillings]

I'm slowly coming back after losing my home to a giant leak 3 months ago. I've been busy with client work, so here's some sketches from the last few months. All are pencil + ink, skin tones not filled in, some have been made into paintings, some will be, others not

[chloesimaginationthings]

This is how Golden Freddy works in FNAF