#gimme sugar baby

[runawaymun]

🍾 right back atcha!

From my Elrondir modern AU that I poke at every so often:

As Thranduil graciously listened to Denethor’s plan and the long story of how he had found and acquired this piece of real-estate, Lindir let Denethor’s voice fade into something resembling a foghorn with a head cold.

[bowserphobia]

If they ever let me make a Mario movie I’d make it exactly like Army of Darkness (my favorite isekai)

[k17y]

          ❛❛     ⪗ 𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗡𝗣𝗨𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 : 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗦𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗜𝗖𝗘 ? ⪘     OH & ALSO, I’VE BEEN PRACTICING MY BABY VOICE PROTOCOL; ALLOW ME TO DEMONSTRATE:     ❜❜     the bot ‘clears’ her throat, straightening just ever so before-     ❛❛     That’s not gonna fit, Mister!     ❜❜     Kitty looks, for all the world to see, proud of herself; she had to fiddle her own program code to optimize her voice successfully to deliver that line,          ❛❛     I HAVE A LOT MORE PRERECORDED LINES;          WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR THEM?     ❜❜

[artapir]

The bumblebee loris, a diminutive rainforest pollinator. Midjourney 5.2

[overangeled]

Hey angie why are u gay?

"Oh ya wanna know why, Hm?~

...

I like ta suck big fat fuckin' dicks that hit th' back o' my throat, that's why. Yer welcome fer this answer."

[ozymoron]

fucking crazy ash chose going back to work retail over becoming a 1300 BC king like ?????? are you insane

[princemick-archive]

Kyle i get you so much i woke up today and my mind went "what if... martian..." and i fucking hate mark and yet here i am on the 6th page of martian on ao3 this year is rly cursed. anyways 🥰😶🙃

akira, babe, we're starting off the new year right.

[grandscrumwizard]

Watched Army Of Darkness today for the first time.

The movie has been on my radar literally since I was a teenager, I knew all the quips and quotes, it was always on the "horror movies to watch" lists and everyone's favorite movie lists.

It was... alright? I had no idea what the movie was about so when it started (and I had to vocalize "wait this is an Evil Dead sequel?" (A movie I have not watched in many years and watched the remake more recently) I was charmed by the practical effects but kind of cringed at the over the top slapstick.

Like... it was fine, but I think I would have enjoyed the humor more when I was a teenager

[neurvelist]

Need a 4 Ash Williams fortnite lobby

[matttheratking]

somebody submitted something saying that they probably were dating and then on the deuxmoi podcast the deuxmoi ppl claimed that they weren't 100% together. And now someone has pieced together that he is seeing some food influencer who also is a sugar baby.

 I would rather focus on the fact that our former president is currently being tried under laws that were made to stop the KKK

Sorry I'm stuck on the food influencer/sugar baby bit

[runawaymun]

Treat

Hi bestie! Happy halloween!!

Here's a little chunk of the Elrondir modern AU that I keep poking at. :) Lindir helping Elrond try on some lipstick.

Lindir’s eyebrows drew together. Then, he nervously ventured: “Do...would you like...would you like to try some?” Elrond’s gaze snapped back to his, and Lindir was struck again by how abashed he looked. How...almost vulnerable… and it felt so strange and fragile: to be handed that vulnerability from someone like him. Lindir couldn’t imagine why he was letting him see this.  He rushed on anxiously: “It would only be fair. You fixed my hair, after all. So-- so-- I mean, I’d be happy to-- um-- if you would like--”  Elrond turned toward him on the bench, the starlight spilling across his face and casting every perfect plane of it into relief. Lindir’s heart rate sped despite himself.  “Will you show me?” Elrond asked, and Lindir felt like he could just die.  Wordlessly, he nodded, and opened the little tube again and leaned forward, applying just a little of the color-- not enough to be overwhelming, but visible nonetheless-- and then, willing his hands to be steady, reaching out to smooth it out, working it in, with the pad of his thumb, perhaps lingering just a little too long on that soft skin. His eyes fell to Elrond’s lips without really meaning to, and when he looked back up, Elrond’s gaze was so intense it threatened to knock him off the bench. He drew back and offered him the compact. The coral really did look pretty on him. “It brings out your eyes, I think,” he muttered rather inanely.  Elrond took the compact and studied his reflection with undisguised curiosity.  “So it does.” 

[rqnarok]

old man!logan fucking you with his glasses still on.

cw/tags: smut, mdni! old man!logan. pet names (sweetheart, sugar, etc). slight dumbification. logan calls himself ‘old man’. unprotected p in v. what else? not proofread…

Logan says it’s not his fault.

It’s not him who walks in wearing a new skimpy short sundress while he’s reading today’s newspaper. He isn’t the one who did the teasing by bending over the counter to show him the plump of your ass while you are trying to reach for some ‘ingredients.’

It’s you who pretends to be innocent by humming tunes of your favorite song as you stroll around him with no fucking bra or panties. Casually asking him, “What d’ya want for dinner, Lo?” as if he couldn’t see your peaking nipples through the thin material of the cloth. 

Hell, he did not even understand why you were wearing a sundress at this late hour. No particular reason other than to taunt him—you know that he knows this. 

Only takes him a few minutes before he’s latching to you, still wearing his glasses while bending your upper body onto the kitchen counter, “Little fuckin’ tease. All this shit just f’me, huh?” 

You huff, rolling your eyes to the back of your skull in pleasure when you let yourself be manhandled to the position he wants—spread open; his cock filling your insides so heavenly. 

He hums a throaty sound in your ear, eyes locking to your face to catch your desperate and fucked out expression, “C’mon, princess. Y’were just so confident a minute ago when ya’ teased me.” 

The reminder makes you let out a hiccup, and suddenly feel shy at the intensity of his gaze. Your floral-themed sundress is still on, only hiked up—he wouldn’t let you take it off. After all, its existence is the reason why his large chest is pressed on your back.

“Such a shy doll, arentcha’?” He straightened himself after you tilted your head to the other side—curses when he felt you squeezing your walls tighter around his girth.

Every drag of his cock back into your pussy pushes more and more high-pitched whines from you. Logan rumbles in a pleased groan as he lurks forward again—leaving open-mouthed kisses on your jaw—scratching his scruffy beard on your skin, “Such a good girl. Nothin’ else could make me cum, baby. Nothin’ else but this fuck- tight pussy. What did I do to get so lucky, huh?”

“Ah- Logan!” Your nails scratch the cold marble tile as you feel the world around you change into a warm, fuzzy state. All you could feel was him surrounding you, fastening his already cruel pace.

Your mewls mingle with the thwap-thwap-thwap sounds of skin slappings, its noise radiates obscenity along with the scene it shows.

“Makes me feel guilty as an old man,” Logan shivers, hissing at the warm heat he’s got himself all in, “Fuckin’ a sweet, beautiful thing like ya’.”

Logan slides one of his large palms on the globes of your ass before grabbing them and delivering a soft spank to your skin. Like a wake-up call, you twist your head back slightly to look at the sight of him.

His blue shirt is unbuttoned to down, his eyes closing and brows furrowed as he chases yours and his own ecstasy. You wonder how his glasses still rest on the tip of his nose after everything. 

Maybe because you’re the one moving, not him. His hands grip your waist as he moves you back and forth on his cock. Shifting you around like a flashlight, never pulling out his flaccid member as his cockhead breaches deep into your velvet walls you never knew was even possible, “Jus’ wan’ me to use you around, ‘s that it?” 

You ramble a string of yesyesyes’s as a reply to Logan’s taunts, your head empty and unable to form any thought except of him. “Y-yeah, sugar. I know. I know.” 

As you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer, your hands skulk backward to reach him, to feel him and bring him closer, “Ah- Gimme kiss, pleas—” You squeak after the lingering ah-ah-ahs. 

Good Lord. Logan lets out a dry chuckle to mock at your utter eagerness for him–but in the end, he gives in too. He always gives in. 

His mouth is on yours in a wet kiss, all filthy as he eats up all your whimpers and moans, “Dirty girl. Makin’ me feel s’good.”  

Your legs barely touch the floor as he continues to elevate you up and down in hard thrusts, hitting your sensitive spots, “Shit. Want me to come in you, petal?” His voice a cadence deeper, “Let ya’ feel me for days?” 

You can only reply in erratic nods before shutting your eyes to embrace your own pleasure building, peaking, and—

“F-fuck, sweetheart.” Thick ropes of Logan’s cum are pumped into you as you squirt around him shamelessly—his cock thrusting and thrusting, letting you feel his warmth. 

He begins to slow down his movements as you milk him dry. You whine at the feel of yours and his cum all mixed up, gushing out of your dripping hole. A filthy image. 

“L-Logan...” You can only call out his name after your feet touch the floor, out of breath and still needy. 

As if he understands, Logan rests his head on your neck and leans half of his body weight onto yours out of tiredness, “Mhm. Yeah, gonna fuck you again, sweet girl.” 

His lips locked into yours in urgency, then breaking it just to smile at you while readjusting his glasses, “Let your old man catch his breath first, alright?”

You bob up in down in excitement. 

Logan chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief. He knows what he’s getting himself into ever since he knew you—that he has to keep up with your endless immature teasing and your remarkably high stamina.

Even with his muscles weakening and body aching the next day, he thinks it’s all worth it.

[2tarbell]

TRAILERPARK!RAFE letting reader play dress up in his clothes ‘cause he knows his girl loves fashion and modeling. if he could he’d buy her all kinds of expensive things to wear, but seeing her in his shirts was just as mind reeling.

“whaddaya think ‘bout this one?” her voice gentle and airy, posing seductively and playfully under his intense gaze.

it was just such a sweet sight.

the way the fabric of his nicest button up swished at her thighs. the way the sleeves fell well past her hands. jesus christ. rafe sips his beer as he trails his gaze up her exposed legs, smirking at the goofy smile on her face.

he pretended to think over the question. the answer is easy: she is gorgeous, she always is. rafe just enjoyed winding her up.

“hmf, dunno... why don’t you gimme a spin?”

“rafeeee—“ she whined, feeling embarrassment (even though this was her idea) creep up her spine.

the thought of spinning for him, showing herself off for his cerulean eyes to appreciate all of her, made her heart pick up speed in double time.

“c’mon, do a spin f’dad, baby,” that low voice, commanding and comforting, always got to her. with an encouraging nod of his head and that sexy little smile on his pink lips, reader really had no choice.

with a playful pout, she spins around. the shirt lifts slightly and shows off the edge of her panties. the little show makes rafe adjust on the worn couch, man spreading further to accommodate the throbbing length of him, already half hard.

he’s ready to grab her and bend her over the couch. hell, he was ready two outfits ago. but her smile and cute poses rendered him soft. just not between his legs.

her sweet voice mumbles about having ‘jus’ one more, daddy’ and rafe needs a cigarette, now. his knee is bouncing incessantly but he nods and tries to will himself to be a little more patient.

but when she shyly steps out of their bedroom minutes later, sporting a pink lace lingerie set he’s never seen before, he freezes and drops his pack on the floor.

his mouth is suddenly very dry, “god—damn…”

reader is holding her arms behind her back, shuffling slightly as she gauges his reaction. she spent a little extra on the set to spoil him; he deserved it and more.

“d’ya like it, daddy?”

rafe whistles and leans back further, raking a hand through his grown out buzz cut. his eyes can’t seem to focus on one thing. from her batting lashes, cleavage pushed together from the bra, and the way the underwear straps are sitting on her hips, he more than likes it.

“shit, baby, s’uh— the— the prettiest little thing‘ve ever seen,” he mutters dumbly, eyebrows kissing his hairline from his wide eyes.

she giggles and pushes some hair away from her face. he huffs out a chuckle at her adorableness and beckons her closer with a crooked finger. she pads around the coffee table and stands in front of him. having her now in front of him makes rafe feel like he won the lottery. nah, any amount of cash was dull in comparison to her.

“you’re jus’… gorgeous,” a press of his lips to her hipbone. her hands immediately find purchase in his hair, now grown out enough to give her something to hold onto. the realization of the passage of time made her smile.

“yeah?”

“hell yeah.”

his hands pulls on her hips, urging her to come to closer. she climbs into his lap nimbly and straddles him. their bodies immediately settle together comfortably from nights spent in this position and many more. his firm bulge presses eagerly between her legs and he pulls her closer by the small of her back, leaving her to arch into him.

the friction and weight of her makes his brain feel fuzzy with want, want, want.

“seriously, i— i’ve never seen somethin’ as beautiful as you, sugar. takin’ my damn breath away, jesus…”

his gravelly praise and appreciation of the outfit makes her feel flush, a pleasant haze bathing her senses.

her smile is bashful as she leans in for a kiss. rafe hums as her lips meet his and her hands slide up his chest, the warmth of her palms felt through the fabric of his shirt. nipping at her bottom lip until she smiles, and he uses the moment to slide his tongue into meet hers. nothing has really ever felt more right in his life. at least until she mumbles her next words against his lips.

“daddy… wanna take a picture f’ya wallet?”

big thank u @fae-of-prey for helping with this!!!!!!💝💝

[overangeled]

What was the worst film you acted in, and what was the best film?

"Pfff... jee, I haven't had a ask like this fer a long time but okay Anony I see ya. Honestly, I have no idea there's so many fer real... ya can imagine how fuckin' sore I am after a day o' work. An'way -

if I need ta answer this then; fer th' worst... there was one that was a robbery, th' script fer it was Fuckin' horrid. Th' best was that one that won me a Sex-x-xi award against 'Tiffany Titfucker', so yeah."

[bunnyrafe]

♥︎ 𝓃otes: heavily inspired by my babe @fae-of-prey who said she pictures bratty, party girl!reader as a maxine minx type genuinely a mastermind, ilysm… which got me thinking about reader basically being rafe’s personal pornstar.

content / warnings -> 18+, MDNI. featuring this AU. f!reader, filming, daddy kink, unprotected sex, light slapping.

vodka & vanilla— that’s what you smell like, and it makes rafe want to eat you right up as he lays you down on his bed.

you’re a squirmy mess, pretty tits falling out of the top of your party dress while he maneuvers you about, making sure you stay on your back as those devious giggles fall from your lips and go straight to the bulge in his slacks. the effect you have on him borders on disgusting. your eyes twinkle in the harsh light of the flash coming from his phone; because you love when he films you, when you get to be his little actress.

“gimme some sugar,” rafe grumbles just loud enough for his phone to pick up, leaning down and making sure the camera can see you kissing him. all needy and eager for a taste.

your arms reach out to cling onto his shoulders, and he groans when your manicured nails dig into his skin even through the material of his shirt. you share a few more kisses, rubbing your tongue over his own to hear him moan desperately into your mouth before he pulls away— you look over at his phone, tucking your swollen bottom lip between your teeth. rafe follows your gaze, “gonna put on a good show f’me?”

“of course i am, daddy.” your words are a little slurred.

you’re already a bit hazy with pleasure, always feeling like you’re floating when all of rafe’s attention is on you and nothing else. he hasn’t given you a reason to be nasty yet, so you’ll play along and be good.

a good girl— that’s exactly what he calls you moments later, when he has your dress bunched up in his fist over your tummy. leaving your lacy panties that are tugged to the side and messy cunt exposed, along with your breasts as they bounce with the force of his almost terrifyingly deep thrusts. all while you claw at his forearm because it’s the only thing you’re capable of as your body trembles with pleasure, eyes fluttering shut only for rafe to lift his hand and gently smack your soft cheek.

he squishes your face in his thick fingers right after, crooning down at you, “gotta stay focused if you wanna be daddy’s star, baby.”

[judeswhore]

watermelon sugar; jude bellingham

summary: jude just can’t get enough of you

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni, oral (f), pussy drunk jude??

notes: you can find my masterlist here.

"fuck," the curse tumbled from your lips on a sob, back arching from the lounger as you tried to push at jude's head, palm pressing into his forehead. his arms were wrapped around your thighs, one hand against your lower tummy in order to hold you back down and it was driving you insane. you couldn't move away from his mouth, from the constant pressure he was applying to your already oversensitive clit. "baby, please, s'too much."

you'd lost count of how many times he'd made you cum, how long he'd been buried between your thighs, the yacht bobbing peacefully on the blue water. it was a good thing you were practically in the middle of nowhere because the sounds your boyfriend had been pulling from you definitely shouldn't fall on others ears. it felt like it had been hours since he'd pressed you back into the lounger and settled between your legs, bikini bottoms discarded somewhere, his tongue finding home on his favourite spot. when jude went down on you, he often forgot to come back up.

he got lost in the way you tasted, in the noises he could get you to make, in the way your legs shook around his head and your back arched off whichever surface he’d set you on. he was obsessed with how sweet you were and how just a few teasing flicks of his tongue could have you dripping down his chin. he was even more obsessed with the quiet whine that always slipped from your lips on the first press of his tongue into your leaking hole. it drove him crazy to hear the soft gasp of his name when his nose bumped your clit and he just had to hear it again. and again.

“jude,” that was the gasp, the soft hiccup and hitch of your breath as you shook your head, gripped the edge of the boat so tight you were afraid the side might pierce your skin. from between your thighs dark eyes met yours, tongue flat to lick up the entire length of your pussy before he sucked your clit between soft lips. your entire body shook, still so sensitive from coming only seconds before and being allowed no time to recover. “it- it hurts.”

jude made a sound low in the back of his throat, tongue soft over your clit as he tried to work you up again. his eyes were a little glazed over, slightly unfocused with lust and you knew he’d gone into that headspace. the one that meant he wasn’t going to let up on eating you out until you uttered that one meaningful word. he kissed at your clit before dipping his tongue into you, pressing it so deep your mind went foggy.

“you’re okay, sweetheart, just gimme one more.” you whimpered at his words, felt your pussy gush and spasm at how hot he looked like this. he was so fucked out, barely registering anything around him besides getting you to cum again, getting to taste even more of you than before. when he shifted his chin glistened with your release, lips wet and sticky and it made your tummy tighten, hips wiggling beneath his large palms.

“but-“

“shh, one more i promise.” jude pressed you a little harder into the lounger, dipped his head again and kissed around your pussy, nuzzled into you until you were whining at how messy he was being. your clit throbbed when he teased over it, pussy over sensitive and just bordering on sore, hole fluttering around nothing because he was yet to press his fingers or cock into you. he’d made you cum countless times with his tongue alone, something you knew he’d pride himself on when he finally pulled himself out of this state.

“y’said that after the last one.”

“m’sorry, baby, just taste so good. one more, please, just one.” jude was begging, actually begging, his voice whinier than normal and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t have your pussy gushing a little more. he pressed your thighs a little further open to give him more access and kissed the supple skin, nipped hard enough to leave behind marks before going back to your pussy. “you can give me one more, yeah?”

you were nodding before you could even register his words, head falling back onto the pillow as jude gazed a little unseeing at the space between your thighs. he used his thumbs to spread you open a little more, kissed your clit just once before pulling his head back again. there was a few seconds of silence, of anticipating what he was going to do next and your breath caught in your throat when you felt his spit drip from your clit down your pussy, making a mess of you and the lounger beneath you.

jude’s mouth was back on you immediately, licking and sucking, being overly messy and noisy as he groaned into your swollen flesh. your legs started to shake almost straight away, the knot in your tummy tightening when he focused all his attention on your clit. you gripped at his head to keep you grounded as moans and cries slipped from your lips, tears gathering in your eyes at the constant overstimulation.

jude was grinding down against the lounger, pressing his cock repeatedly into the soft cushion to find relief as he got lost again in your taste and your voice. he let his eyes close, moaned around your clit as he sucked it back between his lips and in the back of your head you knew it wouldn’t be only one more.

it was never only one more with him.