#mootie beloved

[evanpeterswifeyyy]

Violet Harmon sketches 🪻

Inspired by my favorite mootie @fear-is-truth

[evvyyypeters-fics]

Me waiting for Jackie to post again like 😞😿

@fear-is-truth 🖤

[v1x3n]

@mymutuals

[awearywritersworld]

mdni

tags: sleepy sex. gojo being a lil vulnerable. unprotected sex. bad writing.

thinking of gojo satoru, who comes home late from a mission and wants nothing more than to bury himself inside your perfect little pussy. he takes a hot shower, then crawls into bed beside you.

your body is so warm and inviting. he feels as if his limbs melt into yours when he envelopes you in his embrace. his hips press into the curve of your ass and he tiredly mumbles out, "need you, baby."

you nod, pushing yourself against him. "please.. need you, too."

even though he's exhausted, his grip on your hips is tight as he thrusts into you at a steady pace.

"won't last long." his warning is hot against your skin. strained.

"s-s'okay," your own voice is clipped, laced with pleasure. "want it so bad, toru."

he groans and his lips find your neck. you make him so fucking weak with so few words— "'m cumming."

his breath hitches and he lets out a strangled moan, his body tensing behind you. his thrusts slow before stopping completely.

"so good, baby," he mumbles. "always feel so good."

he stays nestled inside you, his body flush against yours. a few moments later, soft snores fill your ears and you can't help the smile that tugs at your lips.

before long, your eyes flutter shut and you sleep soundly in the arms of your lover.

[chickenchirps27]

... :3 ... >:3c

i wanna properly color this but !!! slides over the sketch before i snooze... catching ✨ fireflies ✨ together ^-^

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

HOLY GUACAMOLE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OMG OMGOMGOMGMOMGOMGMOG THIS LOOKS SO WHIMSICAL AND BEAUTIFUL AND STUNNING AND AMAZING AND AND AND FANTABULOUS OMGGGGGGG I LOVE THIS 💕💕💕💕

THE COLORS THE SHADING THE EXPRESSIOMS THE LIGHTING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[evvyyypeters-fics]

STOP ILY JACKIE IM SO HONORED 😵‍💫

any fic recommendations for the ahs girls?? theres such a shortage

ooh !! you’re so right… here’s some i’ve read recently :

i love you — madison montgomery x reader by @lisboncy

join us — zoe benson x reader x madison montgomery by @lisboncy

and i’ll be yours until the sun no longer shines — violet harmon x reader by @sarrsqz

sally’s mattress girlfriend — hypodermic sally x reader by @coentinim

cigarettes off the rooftop — violet harmon x reader by @evvyyypeters-fics

here’s my winter anderson mlist if you wanna check it out (she’s my girlfriend)

[nanabrainrot]

IV. Gut Reaction [Kirtch] Kinktober

Day 4: Teratophilia, the sexual attraction to monsters

Warnings! size difference, monster fucking, alien fucking, facesitting, I gave him a ribbed/ridged prehensile tongue like an anteater/alien/cat crossover for horny reasons. @i-drop-level-one-loot is Kirtch’s creator so everyone say thank you to them.

Like a good pet, you wake him up with kisses. The collar isn’t on anymore (of course not at night, what if you were uncomfortable?) and you curl to his side in bed every night now. The weeks, months, years were passing and you were none the wiser: you measured time by how long Kirtch was gone now.

Your lips press kisses to the exoskeleton of his face, warmth greeting him in the morning with soft skin pawing at him clumsily. He was no awful owner by any means, but he was an indulgent one. You climbed on his chest, hands pressing with flat palms against the plates there - cold exoskeleton making you shiver slightly. No matter, he indulged you especially when he made room for you on his bed with the miscellaneous throws of plush, sherpa, faux fur, real fur, satins, and more from neighboring planets or galaxies’ animal pelts. The little sweet bralette and boy short sleep set are moist - the adverse reactions of you to the collar’s chemical seemed to stay in your system forever due to the dosage. Pressing a kiss to the pinchers on his cheeks you coo: “Work today?”

“Of course, little one. I got called in with incentive pay, I told you last night,” he chuckled lightly. Last night, per usual, you were out of your head and airheaded - bucking into the device he used to force orgasms out to tire you faster. Humans were sometimes prone to trouble falling asleep, which he noted dutifully to avoid or a human can be exhausted. One sleepless night was enough to throw off a human’s entire schedule!

You pouted, huffing at him haughtily. All this time with Kirtch had made you bratty, not that you knew. You were just a hedonist who survived off the attentions of your master, the one you initially hated. Now, the days without him were hard and agonizing. It was like leaving your dog at home on a daytrip.

His cold claws graze your skin and you nudge upwards, knees and hands carrying you as you crawl to where his face is with a mischievous grin. Your knees settle on each side of his head: you were a taker who took and took timelessly again and again. You were lucky he was a giver.

The fabric of your shorts gone, you pressed your entrance to his face - a dog in heat. Knowing his strength, you held nothing back from letting your dead weight sit on his face given his size. Slickness pressed on the opening when his mouth was as you impatiently bucked against the opening: wanton and waiting.

Kirtch was a giver. The appendages of his mouth were jarring at first, but the length of his long prehensile tongue licked up and down the slit. It wasn’t a human tongue, the ridges and texture of it stimulating the crevices of your loins with stimulations of all sorts. The gentle licks with the abrasive texture of the muscle made your stomach turn and nipples perk as his big hands went to cradle you above him. He made no effort to alleviate your weight as you squirmed and twitched on him. He was just happy to have you close like this.

The tongue, long and prehensile, stills at your entrance and prods at curiously. Despite his human knowledge, you always found it cute that like human lovers he seemed to have trouble finding that hole at first despite the numerous encounters. You buck, humming in contentment as your head lulls back and your hands stroke the cold shells by his face. Prodding, prodding, you sigh in anticipation. Patience was a virtue and patience had made you stronger than you ever imagined; you weren’t the person you were when Kirtch got you but there were virtues bestowed upon you from this… this situation turned companionship he planted you in.

Prodding, pressing, then sliding, the texture of his tongue is delicious. The movies back of earth with those scary alien tongues always left you with a weird feeling in your belly but the way his tongue felt so thick and ridged inside was a greater pleasure than any dildo you ever played with in your bed back home. Sighing, you stir your hips when his tongue stops when it hits the wall by your cervix and he knows it can go no deeper: you loved being so full, so close to him.

Bucking, your eyes roll as his tongue dips down into where his mouth is obscured by your hips, before sliding back up. The ridges scrape your insides like a ribbed condom or those textured dildos, hot and warm and wet, he fills you before withdrawing. The slow tongue dips back down and jams back up harshly, earning a choked gasp. You stutter, eyes blown wide as the tongue flattened in you: its circumference blown wider to fill you more. The ribs and ridges of the tongue thing press impossibly hard into your walls as you pant lewdly while you struggled to steady you weight by pressing your palms flat on his head. The tip of the tongue swirls around your cervix like a human licks at a nipple and your eyes see spots.

The tongue is long, in and out, flattening and widening then swirling and flicking at your cervix with the hot wet texture of it. You buck, a choked sob as you clench on it. The size of him always hurts given his impressive and inhuman stature; your little body was not made to take the ridiculous dimensions of his races’ appendages in any way. There is a will, there is a way. The way his member left your insides fragile and swollen often led you to seeking pleasure from his mouth while your pussy recovered. A flick of the tip inside, he switched gears and presses hard on your g-spot with a stiff tongue. Drool dribbles from your mouth as your vision slips away while his tongue keeps thrusting in and out, jutting up only to meet the g-spot in beating and steady bursts against the sweet spot until your body was shaking.

Back hunched as you held at his head while you babbled and drooled stupidly, Kirtch withdraws his tongue but only to nuzzle against your clit to drink up the scent of your pheromones to memorize and get him through the day. Regrouping, you still shake on where his tongue emerges from with shaky breaths. He can’t bring himself to move you.

Sometimes it’s okay to be late to work.

[the-raindeer-king]

(Not super confident writing for Cod Ghosts, but this idea has been haunting me for months. For a while, I kept seeing posts about how Keegan is a weirdo, and like imagine if he had a partner who was the walking definition of "match their freak")

CW: mentions of drinking, gn! but reader is described as pretty

None of the Ghosts believed Keegan whenever he mentioned the pretty thing he's got waiting at home. When he mentions his sweetheart, the others always makes jokes like "your partner in Canada, right".

You can't really blame them for thinking he's lying. Keegan is kind of a weirdo. It's like there's no filter between his brain and his mouth anymore, and on more than one occasion, he's spoken his intrusive thoughts aloud.

So, when they finally have a rare moment of downtime, Keegan convinces you to join the team for drinks. They all stare as you two approach, absolutely gob smacked that Keegan wasn't making you up.

Maybe you're a little overdressed, but it's so rare for Keegan to be home anymore, and it's even more rare that you get the chance to go out anymore. On top of that, you're meeting the most important people in his life right now. First impressions matter, and you want to make a good one. Er, well, as good as you can.

Things start off well, just casual conversation as the other Ghosts are dying to know more about you. None of them can believe such a pretty, and awfully normal, person like yourself is with Keegan. An assumption that's quickly proven wrong.

There's a lull in the conversation, one that Keegan easily fills asking, "Think I could break this glass with my bare hands?"

Simultaneously, all the Ghosts turn to look at you, waiting to see how you handle Keegan and his lack of a filter.

"I mean, sure, but then you'd have to eat the glass. Can't be leaving a mess behind," you reply casually,

"Is this the good glass, or the bad glass?" Keegan continues, sliding his pint towards you.

You take the cup, sliding your finger across the rim for a moment. Taking a sip of his drink, you scrunch your face up in disgust, sliding the drink back to him. "Good glass, bad drink. So I won't be helping you eat it."

Keegan sighs sadly, nodding his head in agreement. The beer at this particular bar does suck.

The rest of the Ghosts stare at you in a mix of surprise and disappoint. Not disappointed in you, but in themselves, for thinking that Keegan's partner wouldn't be as weird as him.

[hych-tee-tee-pee]

when you become my mutual you aren't only my mutual you are respected by me and if you ever need backed up hmu

[evanpeterswifeyyy]

GUYS IS IT JUST ME??? WHERE’S JACKIE??? GUYYSSS????? I’M ABOUT TO FREAK OUT!! WHERE’S MY POOKIE??? I HAVE ATTACHMENT ISSUES YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!!!

[evvyyypeters-fics]

In honor of Halloween perhaps an alive!kyle trick or treating fic?? 👀

I hope this was good enough bc this is such a good idea. Ty for the req 🤕

[mitnnvy]

HEYYYYY, guys, what is your Headcanons for my ocs?? :3 any of Them !!!

[madscientistenthusiast]

Nothing can change my mind that in the beautiful alternate universe where they had been allowed to make Kurt gay in X-Men Evolution, that he would not have had the most deeply embarassing crush on Scott

[chickenchirps27]

happy holidays :D wishing u lots of cheer!! yippie!! (how hard is it to dance with many many extra 'left feet' to trip on? guess we'll find out...!)

AAAAA OH MY GOSHHHH!!!! 😭😭😭💝💝💝💝💝 I LOVE MY GIFT SO MUCHHHHHH ♡

[flowerakatsuka]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KAILEE!! — @puffpawstries 🥳✨

did you know there's a cultivar of orange chrysanthemums called hannah? i bet they'd make a perfect gift for a certain someone. :3c

AAND A LIL BONUS :

i was imagining ichi being the one giving honno the bouquet so i wanted to doodle him reporting back to the person who helped pick them out hehe.

[blossoms-phan]

i wish you could have groupchats on tumblr