#mojo asks

[deandoesthingstome]

Charlie… I just watched ‘the ministry of ungentlemanly warfare’. Have you seen it yet? Have you witnessed Gus yet?!?! - @itbmojojoejo xoxo

@itbmojojoejo

Mojo, sadly I have not yet but I've heard good things and I'm trying to figure out how to talk hubs into watching without giving away my reason for wanting to see it.

(This is my reason.)

(He knows about my Supernatural/Dean fanfiction, and he might know about Finan, but I don't think he's caught on to how deep I fell into the Cavill hole. 😅😂🤣)

[mojowitchcraft]

Amy, you're gay!

Boom. Roasted.

this is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me

[bugeyedfreaks]

POV youre jjust a little hater

And?

[xanaxspritz]

How do the jjk men handle brat reader?

an: quick and dirty for you anon

brat taming headcanons with jjk men <3

gojo

gojo is just so fun and easy to provoke. he'll let you have your way for a bit, but as if a flip switched, the next instance you try to tease him he flips you over and pins you flat on whatever closest surface near you. he loves to see you squirm and wiggle, his cock grows harder and harder in his pants over the complete control his has over your restricted body with just his strong hands. "not so tough now aren't you? you little whore," says with a familiar look of unrestraint in his wide sky-blue eyes.

geto

does not hesitate to put you in place, hes not playing! he likes his girls obedient and malleable so he can train them just how he likes. when you talk back to him he promptly stuffs a ball gag in your mouth, or his hard cock if he wants to deepthroat you. "good girls are always quiet, yeah?" he smirks, ramming his fat cock down your throat

nanami

is of course a very patient man. he lets you get away with more than you should. he hates to hurt his baby girl, but punishment is due for bratty girls. you push him over the edge when your send nudes and videos of you playing with your pussy while he's at work he comes home, he orders you to strip down completely and kneel on all fours. when you refuse, he takes off his belt and picks you up himself, laying you across his knee and bounding your arms together with his leather belt. "now princess, which paddle would like me to use? the pink fuzzy one or the cedar oak?

[askthe-ppgs-rrbs]

Brick is actually inside the shuttle with mojo and i think thats really cute makes you wish the girls got something with the professor where he dropped them off on the stage

[triona-tribblescore]

Could we see Usagi's reaction to Leo brumating suddenly in random places of the ship :D

Like it's probably cold there sometimes since they're in the open sea

He mostly just thinks its cute (shhh) and makes sure he's comfortable <3

[gatoburr0]

New AU alert.

Thinking about farms and cowboys.

Also some Hunter doodles just because.

You can still call him whatever you’d like. (Hunter or Tremor/Trevor, honestly I like both and can’t decide lmfao).

also I can’t draw horses.

[stinkymicrowavedfish]

Workout day with the dads!!!!11!!1

[coffeeshib]

WOW hey it's been a long time welcome back! by any chance... will you be writing some agathario 👀

bro... actually yeah. bringing a sort of unhinged & chaotic ex lovers with benefits to agathario! i have 7k words rn of pure filth & angst. one hell of a start to a first chapter of a fic, is all i can say for now

[akanemnon]

when twinswap rune

[hungharrington]

listen. listen. having steve ride/grind on your thigh. he is so good so love and so beautiful god bless his soul :')

i'm listening alright 😮‍💨 MDNI this entire blog is 18+ warnings: alcohol (steve has had sum tequila! but he is not drunk), grinding & a bit of exhibitionism, sort of dom!reader, gn!reader

look, you know when you bring this up i've gotta be thinking of pussy drunk steve, right? steve who's just stuck in a whimpery ramble, his eyes all screwed shut and cheeks flushed pink, just begging for you to let him fuck you? and that's good, that's fucking great but god imagine it's when you two are at a party. it's a house with two stories and upstairs is where the party is really at, with music pumping loud and people dancing and chatting. downstairs is quieter — there’s only a few stragglers, people trying to find the spare empty bathroom from time to time, and then there’s you and steve, sitting so close together on one of the couches, his arm propped up along the back, his hand on your knee. you’re both turned to face each other, knees knocking in the middle.

steve's had tequila tonight — and tequila makes him horny. you know that and he knows that. there's no doubt about it, in the dark glint of his eyes, that steve is feeling it- especially when he turns, eyes watching the last noisy partygoer thump up the stairs, waiting til she's out of view before he pounces. his hand on your knees slide up, gripping at your inner thigh, leaning over you enough that his knee has started trying to work between your thighs, following his wandering fingers. his hot mouth finds your neck. he’s so so messy with it, sloppy wet kisses that alternate between gentle kisses and harsh sucking, as his fingers dance higher and higher — it’s enough to make you keen up into his touch, a whisper of steve’s name escaping your lips, “steve.”

steve groans at the sound of his name on your lips, much too loud for your liking. you try to shush him in between your gasping breathes but he won’t hear it, another too noisy gravelly moan scraping out his throat as his hand slides up at he cups between your thighs— hungry at the heat he finds there. you slink a hand up around his neck and wind it into the hair at the nape of his neck and pull. steve’s mouth leaves your neck to give a guttural whine, right as his hips cant forward, grinding his hard on against your thigh roughly. you realise what he’s done a second before he does.

“oh?” you say, just a hint of teasing. is that how tonight’s gonna go?

“stop teasin— uh” steve starts to snark back but his words are stolen by the moan that comes out when you pull his hair again. your other hand makes quick work, slithering down his front to tuck your fingers into the belt loops on his jeans. you tug forwards and steve’s hips follow easily, giving another filthy grind on your thigh. you grin devilishly and steve meets your eyes through his own hazy half-lidded stare— his hand between your thighs shifting to grip your waist before his hips move again, purposeful this time in how he rubs up against you. it’s a combination of a pitiful and glorious sight; steve beginning to move desperately, those little whimpers falling from his lips, eyes torn between screwing closed tightly and drinking in the sight of you. the party lingers on behind you, a reminder of the lack of privacy that threatens your little bubble on the couch. better make this quick.

you give another pull on his hair and steve’s head drops back, exposing the line of his throat for you. he’s started murmuring softly, whispering, “baby, baby, fuck, baby,” in that voice that keys up the coil in your stomach in a way nothing else can. you press your thigh up, right as steve rocks forward and relish in the jagged pretty moan he makes. leaning in, you lick a bold stripe up his neck and find that sensitive spot beneath his ear- delighting when you find it, indicated by steve’s tightened grip and the fast buck of his hips.

“baby,” he moans whiningly, head tipping back forward. with the tequila and the heat of the situation, the party looming just nearby, you know it’s not gonna take him long. you don’t let up, timing the movement of your thigh with the tug on his belt loops as you nibble on your neck. it makes steve shiver, hands on your waist growing tighter and tighter, and he hides his face into the curve of your neck as his motions grow sloppy. “m’gonna- oh fuck— m’gonna—”

“shhh,” you hush him, partly because he’s getting too loud and partly just to mock him a bit. “i know, i know,” you coo, and then pull his hair once more and steve whimpers loudly, his hips rolling roughly once, twice, before he shudders with a soft cry. his face buries further into your neck, hands on your waist sliding around to hug himself closer to you. you can feel his entire body twitching against yours, hips still moving through the end of his high and you soothe over the hair you pulled, murmuring sweet praises in his ear the whole time.

a loud clatter on the stairs makes you both jump, your head shooting up to see who it is. a girl in heels, clearly on the tipsy side, navigates down the stairs noisily — though she stops and gasps loudly when she spots you.

“oh my god!” she says in concern. “is he okay?”

you realise that steve’s hunched position looks an awful lot like he’s being crying. steve’s body shudders as he fails to hold back a little laugh, still running off his delirious high. you do your best to nod solemnly and run your hand down his back.

“he’s okay now,” you say, giving him a pat of the back dramatically, then mime a little cry to the girl to sell the whole act. the girl let’s out a little aw! before she seems remembers the bathroom she’d be seeking, rushing off on her teetering heels.

steve pulls his head out of your neck when it’s been quiet for a moment, checking the downstairs for other people. when he doesn’t find any, he narrows his eyes at you. “i can’t believe you told her i was crying!”

“you technically were,” you point out, then put on your whiniest voice, mocking his moans. “m’gonna— oh, baby— sfmh—“

you’re cut off by steve’s hand over your mouth, his glare outmatched by the crimson on his cheeks. adorable. you push him off you gently and stand up.

“c’mon, i wanna dance.”

steve looks at you incredulously and then gestures at the incredibly telling wet stain on his jeans. you pout, and then hold out your hand, ushering him up anyways. when he doesn’t make a move to get up, you pout harder and bend over to whisper in his ear— “you know, if your hips are against mine, i doubt anybody’s gonna notice…”

you get your dance.

[deandoesthingstome]

Hello, 'tis me, just popping in to say I hope you're doing well and that I have finally watched Night Hunter...

I don't have much else to say that won't be an incomprehensible keyboard smash 😅 <- @itbmojojoejo xo

Oh, Mojo. @itbmojojoejo

Just know you are not alone. I know so many others who feel EXACTLY the same way. Mind melted over Walter in the best way, right @mayloma ?

Two Walter modes, neither better than the other.

[mojowitchcraft]

How much hole would a hole shower show if a hole shower would show hole?

[madamemiz]

Full meme sketch if you will, Y/N holding Sun or Moon lion king style, over the play place. That Is all

sun has no idea what a lion king is but a lion is a cat, right? he can be a cat!

[screampied]

Hear me out on professor utonium

ANON PLEASE

[buttercool-crystal]

Question for all the powerpuff girls: out of all the villains you face, who do you think is the most redeemable? From 3rd place to 2nd place to 1st place

They think...

I know Blossom is the only one answering but they decided on this together!

PPNKG - Powerpunk Girls

Also, I never knew the max tags was 30.....