#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.

[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.

[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)

[hamster-chan2012]

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 🤕

[blossoms-phan]

i wish you could have groupchats on tumblr

[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.

[sceletaflores]

hunting for sport 👀👀👀👀

hi jana!

this is one of the rare titles that i came up with myself, that's why it's so short and like a little basic haha

it's for my logan chase kink fic! that's been plaguing my mind and driving me up the wall for what feels like centuries at this point! it's literally just fueled by own self indulgence of needing that man to chase me through the woods like a feral animal...or whatever...

yes another sneak peek cause i'm so generous (guiltily giving so many cause i feel bad not posting something this week...)

You thought using your abilities would be cheating. Too much of a risk on Logan’s part with all the adrenaline coursing through your veins making you volatile, but weapons weren’t off the table.  Logan hisses through his teeth sharply, his grip on your waist loosening just enough for you to get your feet under him and push, launching him backwards with all the strength you can muster. He lands with a heavy thud a few feet away.  He recovers almost instantly, rolling back to his feet in less than a second. His hand reaches for the knife embedded in his shoulder. His fingers curl around the hilt, and with a quick, sharp tug, he pulls the blade free, a low noise rumbling from his chest as the wound begins to knit itself back together. Blood, dark and thick, oozes from the cut for only a moment before the flesh closes up entirely, leaving nothing but a smear of red on his skin. Your whole body sings at the smell of it, senses going alight. “Bad girl,” Logan chastises, tossing your knife aside like it's nothing more than an annoyance. He shakes his hair out with an amused smirk, crouching in offense as he draws his claws with a satisfying snikt. “You already know how this is gonna end, baby.” "Yeah," you reply as you push yourself back onto your feet, already pulling out another blade from your belt. You twirl it deftly between your fingers, the moonlight glints off the steel. “Doesn’t mean I’m gonna make it easy for you." Your lips turn up in a challenging grin as you pat your hand against your thigh, like you’re beckoning a dog closer. And on some level, maybe you are. “Come and get it, big guy."

kisses!

[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

[rosielots-writing]

ty for the tag @imsososolesbian ^^

rules: shuffle your on repeat playlist on spotify and ask people to choose which song they like the best :3

no pressure tags!!

@snufkinsleftboot @javiimartinez @ anyone else who wants to join :3

[fungalittleweirdo]

Jules I want 12 donatello. And 12 leo. I want the 12 blurple please. First impressions ig.

fixing that up and making it all four 2012 turtles because you told me to >:)

also, everyone tell spoopy happy birthday or i'll slice your elbow skin.

hmmmm this request isn't specific and i'm feeling particularly fluffy today so here's this monstrosity of 2012 turtles x gn reader (the turtles are aged up to their twenties i guess)

this is so mid

this is actually so mid even for something i had only 24 hours to produce

i'm rewatching the ENTIRE 2012 series because i HAVE THE BOX SET WITH ALL 124 EPISODES and i will characterise them all so hard

i just keep adding on to this author's note istg who let me start writing fanfic again (spoopy this is all your fault)

(i love you though pookies mwah mwah)

(happy birthday <33)

So Much For Huevos Rancheros

You decided a sleepover with your favourite mutants was long overdue, so last night you went to the lair wearing your fluffiest pyjama pants for an impromptu movie night. Mikey chose an R-rated Chris Bradford film to make fun of, and all of you agreed to make it a bad movie night. Ninety minutes and a turtle pile for sleeping later, you wake up to the smell of breakfast wafting from the kitchen.

Groggily, you sit up and wince at the stomachache, immediately laying back down due to your stomach telling you to kill yourself. Raph groans beside you, reaching for your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours, yawning with a comfortable smile. Mikey's head was previously on your chest and Donnie's is on your lap, drooling on your pyjamas. The orange turtle was awake, rubbing at his eyes and giving you a dopey smile as you looked up at him.

"Morning tummyaches again?" He reached down to your stomach, rubbing your left side gently to soothe the aches. You sigh in relief, thankful enough that Mikey knew just how to make your mornings better. After a moment, a blush flushes your face and you sit up to bump your head against his plastron.

"Thanks Mikey," you peck his cheek then carefully get up, trying your best not to wake Raph and Donnie. The youngest turtle brother goes to turn the TV on again, keeping the volume low. You move on to the kitchen, where Leo seems to be the one cooking.

He was wearing a frilly apron, which seemed out of character for him, but he was making huevos rancheros, just the way you showed him. Your heart lept in your throat at the display, sighing dreamily as you watched your turtle work.

"Come here and give me a good morning kiss, hm?" He turned, smiling at you while you lean forward, planting a chaste kiss on his lips. You try to step back but he drops the utensil he was using to wrap an arm around you and keep you in close proximity so he could keep kissing you. You melt in his arms and reach to grab onto his shoulders, and he snakes his arm up your back to feel how tense your back muscles had become due to the way you slept. He parts with a concerned look. "You should have slept in my bed last night," Leo frowns and jabs at one of your pressure points to undo the tension of your muscles, your spinal cord turning to cooked spaghetti.

"Nuh-uh, we all agreed on a cuddle pile last night because April and Casey couldn't come, just because you're leader doesn't mean you get them for more time than the rest of us!" Mikey walked up to the kitchen with a pout, letting the TV run as background noise instead.

"Fuck you mean, nuh-uh?" Raph yawned, walking by Mikey to nudge him harshly, then kiss the side of your head to pass by, his destination seeming to be the fridge. Mikey was flabbergasted, gesturing to Raph as if he was saying "get a load of this guy". Raphael turned from the fridge with the pitcher of homemade orange juice in his hand and a glare that put Mikey in his place.

"I... I think we're supposed to be on Mikey's side, Raph."

Donnie walks in to wrap his arms around you and nuzzle on the top of your head, breathing you in. You rolled your eyes, putting your hands on your hips.

"I swear, the four of you have a hard time sharing even though you're old enough to know how. It's cute when it's a movie or comic book but not when it's me. Can we please just have breakfast in peace? Together?" You sit at the breakfast bar and the turtles responded "yes" in unison, a smirk playing on your lips. Leo served your huevos rancheros last, giving you the freshest of the food he cooked. The four of you eat in silence, enjoying Leo's cooking.

After breakfast, the five of you end up cuddling on the couch, each turtle entangled with a part of you in some way, giving you adoring nuzzles as you watched Space Heroes together.

"You know we love you, right?" Leo whispers, stroking your hair and giving you a quick kiss below your ear, making you flinch.

"We love you lots, princess..." Donnie grins from your lap, looking up at you, then reaching for your palm to press his lips against it. Not quite a kiss, but a romantic gesture nonetheless.

"Love you beyond the moon and back, honey..." Raph reaches for your other hand, kissing a trail up to your bicep, then nuzzling into your shoulder. Mikey turns around to look up at you from below, where he usually sits when there's no room for him on the couch. He leans in to kiss your knee politely, a grin on his face as he stares up at you in wonder.

"Nothing will ever make us stop loving you, ice cream cake! You're ours forever!"

You pull your hands back to cover your face, feeling embarrassed, but heart so full. You're glad you slept over the lair and spent time with your silly turtle boyfriends.

[kenslilove]

speak 🎙️

😞 oh boy here we go…

TW KIDNAPPING

shuji who decides that spicing up your sex life includes kidnapping you. He’s insane bb. One day he’s just pinning you to the wall, and you think maybe he’s gunna fell you up and instead you feel a piece of tape over your lips :(( he restrains you real quick despite your squirming and he’s grinning like a mad man the whole time “cmon dolly, let’s go on an adventure~”

He’s got you in his car and he just drives around aimlessly, while you squirm, whimper and thrash about. Oh, did I mention he’s got a vibrator tucked in you? A lil bullet that’s steady and making you wet and needy by the minute. And shuji knows your fear translate to desire. That you trust him wholeheartedly, that he’s not actually going to hurt you. And that makes it all the more enjoyable for him. He likes to push you like this, put you through insane situations just to feel your pussy still damp and fluttery every time he does it 😞