#lovely moot 💕

[novacelestial]

Honk

[asmolllurker]

Meows in your askbox

BOOP

Meow!

Oh!

I’ve been booped!

[asmolllurker]

>:3

Y'all are amazing. Reblog to hug the person you’re reblogging from.

[candieduranium]

rb to throw a water balloon at a mutual

[ariannabananasstuff]

new tag game ! (i beg this doesn’t just like die here)

tag moots and add a picture of your eye ! (or say the color)

please join even if you aren’t moots with me ! it’s fun :)

(yeah i did make this for the point of asking WHAT COLOR ARE MY EYES)

@not-a-gay-fangodess @starrymoons26 @radiohead1scool @wrenswreath @glueandmorphemes @rainyyymoon @pip-on-the-moon @matildas-comet @h0e-zi3r @littlejumpingjoan @hyacinthstars @katnissinanotheruniverse @florence-not-italy @solarissuns @basically-a-vampire +anyone who wants to join !! -plz feel free to join

[arttrashking]

Can I just-

He deserves a flower

[a-clown-with-wings]

BEST FRIENDS!! THEY ARE FRIEMDS!! YAAAAQAY

They are friends,s

They hang out all the time huzzahhh ***

[Hijinks + Winged!Sun]

My babyes XP

(I like to think that different aus of Sun and Moon look the way that they do because they have alternative build models.)

Winged !Sun belongs to my lovely friend @crystalmagpie447 !! They are so cool, I love them! <3

Please enjoy as I embark on more adventures!

Alternate versions below!!

They are so baby!

[dustcrumbs]

for my very silly lad @gayhorrorsans who was my motivator and co-helper while drawing.

(He told me what I should draw cuz I had NO clue)

BIG horror sans.. grins

And ig Murder being a freak too

also comment from wife @k1llercrumbs that is silly

[novacelestial]

Did you know that you're one of my few followers that reblog my stuff a lot? O⁠_⁠o

I don't know if you know this but THANKS! you and @caretaleandotherstuff is AWESOME PEEPS.

UNO REVERSE!!!!

[asmolllurker]

you are cool :3

THANK U!!!!!!!

You are too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Platonic love to you, Lunar!!!!!!!!

[voodoochildthings]

Beach days

Sam x reader x Dean

This doesn't really have any plot. It's just you. And the boys. On a hot summer day at the beach. Wouldn't even count it as smut 😏

Word count: ~ 1K

Tags: 18+, poly, our boys x reader. Just one sentence of actual smut, the rest is very fluffy.

A/N: For my lovely moot @ambiguous-avery's Summer Snapshot Challenge! I swear I had this thing ready within 12 hours of them posting the announcement. That's how great the prompt was <3

Special thanks to @jollyhunter, the amazing banner definitely jumpstarted the writing!

“Dude. Those are way too short.”

“No they're not.”

“Any shorter and you'll get arrested for public indecency.” Sam's face looks serious, but his voice betrays him.

“Shut up,” Dean drawls. He looks down on himself, pulls the waistband of his trunks away from him with his thumb.

“You're just jealous. And little Dean here just loves the sea breeze.” He pulls his finger out and lets the elastic snap back into place, a broad grin on his face.

You bite down on your lip to suppress a chuckle as you stand there in the doorway, watching your boys. The stupidly cold beers you're holding are starting to hurt your hand, but you just want to savor the moment. Watch them for a little bit longer, not fighting, just bantering.

Forcing them to take this trip has been one of your finer ideas. Your last case hadn't been extraordinarily gruesome, or hard to crack. You had just noticed how the boys had grown more and more tired with each new hunt, and how they had been retracting, starting to become monosyllabic, the creases between their brows becoming deeper.

Initially, they had been against a vacation. Talked about responsibilities. But you'd made puppy eyes at them and dangled your skimpy new two-piece in front of them, and Dean had the car packed before you even could say scuba diving.

The air around you is hot and humid, condensed water drips from the smooth glass bottles, finding its way onto your hand. Everything looks like someone cranked up the color saturation.

Sam runs his hand through his hair. It falls back in place exactly the way it was before. He picks up a guava from the counter, takes a big bite. The only thing distracting you from the way a droplet of juice runs over his chin, the way the muscles in his jaw dance as he bites down, is his brother.

Dean's still playing with his trunks, testing how far up or down he can wear them, making that stupid V appear and almost disappear over and over again. He's the one who notices you standing in the doorway when he catches you staring shamelessly in the mirror.

“You think those are too short?” His eyes are big, sparkling like a kid's on Christmas. And he leans back, flexes his abs and wiggles his junk at the you in the mirror.

You laugh as you finally push yourself off the doorframe and walk over to him.

“Not nearly short enough. It's giving Tom Selleck and I love it, you really should think about growing a mustache.”

You stand on your tiptoes and press a kiss to the tan, freckled skin on his shoulder blade, then, obviously purely on accident, touch the icy cold bottle to his naked back. Dean flinches, has one hand on the bottle and the other around your waist faster than you can react.

He glares at you with those deep green eyes, playful mischief written all over his face.

“You need to be more careful, missy, or you're gonna get ducked later!”

You shriek when Dean sandwiches your face between his lips on one cheek and the cold bottle on the other, and you try your best wiggling out of his grasp without spilling Sam's beer.

You flee into the younger Winchester's open arms, let him lift you up to sit on his hips where he holds you close to his body. You blindly reach for the counter and barely manage to set the second bottle down without letting it fall to the floor, because Sam, apparently, is not in the mood for beer. Instead, his lips wander all over your face, peppering kisses onto every inch of skin they can reach. Closing your eyes, you let yourself be swept away by the sensation.

You hold on to him tight, tangle your fingers into his hair as your mouth seeks out his. He tastes sweet, just like the fruit you watched him eat, and salty from the sweat the ocean breeze has dried on his skin. You feel him carrying you over to the couch where he gently puts you down, lips not parting from yours. And you hear Dean protesting, putting his bottle aside as he makes his way over to the two of you.

“No way, get outta here, it's my turn,” he growls at his brother. Your eyes flutter open as you feel Dean's hand between your and Sam's faces, almost violently pushing his brother away. You have to laugh at the scene, at Sam's incredulous look as Dean drops to his knees between your legs. He's already licking his lips as he ruffles up the thin fabric of your pareo, pulls down your bikini bottoms.

“Dude, seriously?” Sam looks between you and his brother, still deciding if he should fight this battle, when Dean quips again.

“On second thought, you can continue upstairs. I'm going to be busy down here for a while,” and then he goes straight for the honey pot.

You have a hard time keeping your eyes open as he runs his tongue over your heat, but Sam's excited expression makes the effort worth it. He chuckles, sits down next to you, brushes a rogue strand of hair out of your face.

You want to say something, about how they shouldn't fight, about how there's enough of you to go around, about how they're best when they work together. But the words die in your throat as Sam pulls you in again, lips brushing over yours. So you close your eyes. Sigh blissfully. And let your men get to work.

[ivystoryweaver]

Congratulations on one year! You are such a bright light in the Tumblrverse. : )

Could I request a very soft dom Jake tying a fem reader's hands with his tie? Bonus if she's a fluffy lady. If that's not your thing I totally understand and no worries. I love your writing and I cannot wait to catch up with all of it. <3

Wahhh it took me so long, I'm so so sorry. Your message is so sweet and means a lot! I love this idea and I wanted to give it my full attention. I know Jake is supposed to be soft dom here, but gotta make her a little spicy too, hope you don't mind. But trust me, Jake loves it, in this case.

Tied Up - Jake Lockley

Pairing: soft dom!husband!Jake Lockley x curvy/fluffy!wife!reader Word count: ~1.4k *banner does not indicate reader’s race

Content: slightly tipsy consensual activities, bondage, Jake loves thighs, fingering, kissing, dirty talk, mention of m. and f. oral, mention of p in v, mention of a safeword, language, not beta'd

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"Happy anniversary," Jake murmured against your ear, unlocking the front door of your flat and guiding you inside with one hand firmly clasping yours.

As soon as the door was bolted behind you, he used his grip on you to spin you around, cinch you close and press his lips to yours urgently.

Dinner was delicious and you'd enjoyed just enough wine to feel warm and willing to melt into your husband's demanding embrace.

As his tongue coaxed you into a salacious, hungry kiss, his gloved hands pressed you against his body. Tracing over your curves, he groaned in your mouth as he gripped your hips and pushed you up against the wall.

"Not gonna make it to the bedroom, mi reina," he breathed against your mouth, fingers toying with the hem of your dress to drag it up over your thick thighs - his favorite part of you.

Grabbing him by the tie, you yanked him closer, if that were possible. "It's my wedding anniversary, Mr. Lockley, you better treat me right."

"Si, Señora Lockley," he purred, kissing you again before guiding you by the hand to the kitchen, of all places.

"Sit down," he ordered, pulling his black leather gloves off his fingers one at a time as you slowly complied.

"This chair doesn't seem very comfortable. Not when we have a brand new bed in the bedroom," you playfully complained.

With his gloves removed, he used them to trace along your cheek before leaning down close to your face. "You don't need to be comfortable to come all over this chair. You just need to do what you're told."

"Really?" You taunted. "A minute ago, it was 'mi reina' this and 'mi hermosa esposa' in the car, and now you want to boss me around?" Reaching for his tie again, you yanked, bringing his mouth to yours. Licking his lips, you worked his mouth open, kissing him deeply before biting down on his plush bottom lip hard enough to make him hiss.

"Mmm, hold this for me," he said, nonchalantly stuffing one glove in your mouth to silence you.

Your eyes shot open wide at his boldness, but you could feel dampness pooling in the lace panties you'd bought just for this occasion.

Standing back up, he unknotted his tie and slowly pulled it free from his collar. "Spread your legs for me."

You thought about defying him, just to see what he would do, but you were so intrigued, and getting so wet that you decided to comply.

You opened your legs wide which automatically pushed the skirt of your dress over your thick thighs, revealing your panties to your husband.

He licked his lips, but moved around behind you. "Be still for me," he murmured against the shell of your ear, making you shiver.

Tracing his fingertips down the length of your arm, he gently maneuvered both of your arms behind the chair. You gasped through the glove in your mouth as you realized he was tying you up with his tie.

He secured your wrists, but left your arms loose and comfortable enough to not distract from the inevitable incoming pleasure.

Easing back around to see your face, he wet his lips at the sight of you tied up, luscious thighs spread wide for him, dark, damp spot staining your gorgeous panties. And the tiniest bit of drool dribbled out the edge of your mouth where his glove was gagging you.

"You want this," he nodded, a self-assured glint in his dark eyes making you pull against your restraints, even as wetness leaked onto the chair between your thighs.

Kneeling down worshipfully, his eyes glazed over with lust as his hands touched your bare thighs. "You're soaked." His thumbs lightly massaged you as his fingers inched higher. "I can smell you."

You moaned through the leather glove, thighs practically shaking in anticipation. "How fast can I make you come if I put my tongue on you, mi reina?"

His fingers finally found the hem of your panties, teasing your hip bones, making you whimper, eyes begging for his touch.

He traced lazy, nonchalant circles on your bare skin, just underneath the soft lace, tracing closer to your aching center.

You whimpered his name, muffled by the glove. His eyes darkened with lust, locking onto yours.

Fingertips finally found the weeping, wet core of you, stroking your folds with a featherlight touch.

Your hips bucked against his hand, desperately seeking some friction, or anything besides his teasing. One corner of his mouth curled as he he cupped your mound with his whole hand, forcing you still. But even that bit of pressure from the heel of his hand on your clit made you moan, pushing your hips into him as best you could in this vulnerable position.

"Take what you want. I won't stop you," he taunted as you started pushing your hips against his whole hand, grinding on his palm, whimpering in slight relief at the friction.

"Fuck, baby...so hot. Fuck my hand. Take what you want."

Your hips bucked harder and faster, chasing anything you could get. Seeing you so desperate for his touch - your strong, broad hips working back and forth, your gorgeous, thick thighs spread wide for him, make Jake groan and push two fingers deep inside your pussy.

You sobbed in relief as he massaged your walls, meeting the rocking of your hips with expert curls of his fingertips inside you. It took a few more strokes deep inside and one swipe of his thumb over your clit for you to explode, pleasure completely blinding you.

Your muffled scream turned Jake on beyond belief, and he watched you carefully as tears leaked out of your eyes and drool dribbled down your chin. Your walls gripped his fingers, wetness gushing all over his hand as you pulled against your restraints.

"Fuck honey," he panted, watching as he made a complete mess of you in just a few minutes.

Your body shook with pleasure and overstimulation as he stroked you past your orgasm until you slumped back against the chair.

"You okay?" He asked, carefully removing the glove from your mouth and peering into your eyes.

You quickly nodded, panting as he touched his forehead to yours. With a quick kiss to your parched lips, he got you a glass of water and a towel to help clean up your mouth and tracks of mascara down your cheeks.

Once you had a minute to recover, he kissed you again. "I hope you're not too uncomfortable, because I'm not done with you yet."

"Is that right?" You shot back. "And what if I'm done with this damn chair?"

"You want out of the chair, all you have to do is say the word." He stared you down challengingly.

Of course you and Jake had a safeword. But it was a huge standoff between the two of you to never use it. You had pushed one another time after time, seeing who would break first. You had only said it once when you were really dizzy and disoriented one time.

He'd never used it, the fucker.

So you knew you were in for a long time in this hard chair if you weren't willing to give in.

Which you weren't.

Damn him.

"All right, tell me what I have to do, besides say it, to get out of this chair and into my new comfy bed so I can ride you the rest of the night," you said with a pretend yawn, in a bored voice.

Jake shook his head at you, but the corner of his mouth was curling in spite of his "stern" expression.

"Well for starters, you can come on my tongue," he began, "And then you can use that pretty mouth for something more than mouthing off."

"Fine, unzip your pants." You shrugged one shoulder, acting so nonchalant.

Jake's eyes flashed at the challenge. Your bare thighs, dress bunched up around your hips, mascara-smeared face and glistening pussy were enough to almost make him come untouched, but your smart mouth was going to be the death of him.

"You first," he answered, kneeling down between your legs.

It was gonna be a great anniversary, trying to see who would break first.

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[oldermenfucker]

Hi my darling, I hope you’re doing okay all things considered truly. I hope my little message can help take your mind off of things. 🩶🫂

Let’s make something shake and talk about Jack Abbot with prompt 11) cockwarming after a long day in order to calm down together. Cause yeah…NEED DAT! 🙂‍↕️

Thank you so so much!!!! Honestly anything can help at this moment, and I appreciate you and your support so much😭😭🫂 / tw: somno!!! / prompts

Jack’s exhausted to the bone, night shifts have recently begun to irritate him a little. So many assault cases, so many ungodly injuries that he must take care of as the attending during the twelve hours.

But when he comes to you in the morning, finding you snuggled under his covers — no underwear in sight — with only his shirt on, a bright idea appears in his head.

He tugs on his clothes immediately, stripping out of his scrubs in a hurry before he crawls into bed in front of you, grabbing your waist softly to cuddle you closer, resting your head on his shoulder while tucking your leg over his, opening you up enough for him to push his soft cock inside.

You moan at the feeling of him entering you, clinging to him as you adjust your hips to rest comfortably against him.

Jack doesn’t thrust, he doesn’t fuck you, he just holds you closer, feeling all the exhaustion fading from his body, ignoring the way his cock hardens slowly inside of you.

Later, he’ll give it to you later.

[ysrjune]

idc who gets annoyed with this. sam with girly reader with cptsd who is just trying to ask him if hes okay but he yells at her n she starts to cry and tries to leave but he is like “nooo my shayla…” and apologises and stuff

IDK IM TRYING JUNIE GRRRRRR

[ “ WE BOTH KNOW THAT IT’S NOT FASHIONABLE TO LOVE ME ” ]

#🎀🚬 #🖤🩷

ENJOY ! ♡

"babe, please," she pouts, tugging at the sleeve of her boyfriends shirt. "you havent been talking to me all day, are you okay?" she asks softly as Sam smoked a cigarette, watching TV. he gave her no answer, causing her to assume that she had done something terribly wrong to upset him.

"maybe he's mad because I asked Jared for help on the assignment." she thinks.

"sammy, answer me!" she taps his shoulder. sam groans and finally looks over at her. "can you shut the fuck up and leave me alone?! im not mad! I just want to relax, alright? you asking me if im mad is making me mad! you're so annoying!" sam yells and shakes his head. you flinched when he yelled, tears forming in your eyes as he continued. "oh.. sorry," you try saying without your voice cracking. it fell silent for a few moments before he spoke up again.

"I hate when you get like this, you know? can you seriously not go five minutes without talking to me? dont you get tired of not shutting your fucking mouth?" he doesnt yell, but his tone was harsh and mean. "you're so god damn needy for my attention, its embarrassing." he ends and you finally crack. the tears spilled from your eyes and you sobbed softly. "im sorry! I just! I like talking to you," you cry to him. his upset face immediately went away, turning to you as soon as he heard you crying. "I don't mean to be embarrassing, im sorry sam." you keep crying.

sam immediately feels bad and pulls you in for a side hug. "fuck," he curses under his breath. "babe im sorry." he sighs. "I didnt mean to get mad at you like that, princess." he sets his cig on the ashtray on the side of his bed. "this isnt your fault, beautiful. cmere." he positions you to lay on top of him, burying your face in his chest. "im sorry baby, I really am. I just had a stressful day, you understand, yeah? I just didn't feel like talking." he kisses the top of your head.

"forgive me?" he wipes your tears with his thumbs. "I dont know. you were being really mean." you sniffle, voice muffled from your face still being in his chest. "yeah, I was.." he kisses your head again. this wasnt the first time hes yelled at you. hes done this atleast two other times this month, but he really is trying his best to make it to none. he doesnt like to take his anger out on you. especially since you're always so damn nice to him. too nice, even. always giving him gifts, showering him with your affection. sam feels like a horrible boyfriend most of the time because he knows hes not treating you the way you deserve.

"come on doll, I didnt mean what I said." he whines. "im so sorry babygirl, I swear, I swear, I swear that I don't think you're annoying for talking t'me all the time, alright? promise you that even if I look like I'm not paying attention, I am." he lifts your face and kisses your soft lips. the soft lips that he loves to kiss. "pinky promise?" it sounded childish for you to want him to pinky promise, but you had been doing it since you started talking. it only started as a silly thing, but it had become a genuine thing in your relationship.

"pinky promise, dollface." he locks your pinky with his and kisses you again. "I love you baby. sorry that I dont show it enough." he runs his fingers through your hair. to make it up, he took you to the mall and bought you a couple cute shirts and other clothes. #samhashismoneyupnow #notbrokeAF #ehboyfriendbutWfortrying??

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[catcze]

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. ₊˚⊹ᰔ

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Been wanting to do this for a while, as some of you might know. For months I’ve been tired, anxious and felt out of place— like I don’t even know what I’m still doing here. I’ve been losing inspiration & my drive to be creative, and being on here just isn’t making me happy like before. I don’t want these feelings to spiral into something even worse, so I’m taking a step back.

I’m not deactivating yet. I might come back to get excited about new Sylus cards, but for the most part I’m taking a good long break to focus on myself and to think about what I want to do with this blog in the future. I’m sorry for all my shortcomings, and know that I love you all so much. Please be safe ‹𝟹

“ You don’t have to come with me, you know… I don’t even know when I’ll be back. I don’t even know what I’ll be doing while I’m away. ”

“ All the more reason for me to tag along, little cat. Being apart from you… I’d miss you too much. ”

“ …If you’re sure. Just— don’t regret coming, okay? ”

“ It’s cute that you think that could ever happen. I’ll be happy anywhere, as long as I’m with you— nothing in the universe can change that. ”

[novacelestial]

join meeeeeeeeeeee

shiggles im gonna Im gonna force you to play dandys world with me

-Someone who might be obsessed with Sprout

GUYS IM GETTING KIDNAPPED, SEND HELP-

*Gets dragged away... never to be seen again /silly /hold a funeral for me guys*