#i love anon mail

[slutdge]

when you die you will suffer and burn forever in the worst place imaginable for your sins

Check out this idiot that thinks you go to Florida when you die

#fan mail #me. two posts ago: i love florida #me when this idiot is in my anons: kys florida is the ninth circle of hell #every floridian has a love/hate relationship with the state. its floridian culture. #asks

[inkykeiji]

Sukuna def calls you princess if he decides you belong to him. <3

oh absolutely, and it’s a term he uses both condescendingly and lovingly. he is the king of curses, after all. it’s only natural you’re his princess.

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, daddy kink, master kink, rough sex, marking, toxic relationship, mention of spanking, fem!reader words: 738

you’re his stupid little princess when you do or say something so adorably dumb, gazing up at him with absolute idiocy smeared across your face, contorting your features—mouth open and downturned, brow scrunched and heavy—as you whimper out but Daddy, why?, head quirked cutely to the side and confusion reflected in your eyes. because i said so, he usually responds with a condescending little pat to your head. oh, you don’t have to worry your pretty little brain about any of that, princess, he promises you. Daddy will take care of it all, Daddy will do all of that pesky thinking and contemplating and deciding; you don’t have to think about a goddamn thing. 

you’re his pathetic little princess when you’re sobbing after being split open by his cock and spanked raw by his hand, face buried in folded arms as salt stains your cheeks and claws pierce your hips, holding you high, holding you still. is your Master’s cock too big for you, princess?  he’s murmuring in your ear, the words hot and breathy as they curl around the shell, his question infused with a smirk. does Daddy’s cock hurt you, princess? he’s cooing out, sick and sadistic and sardonic, against the back of your neck, forehead pressed flush to the base of your skull as his hips pound, cockhead ramming against your sensitive cervix. can you take it for me, princess? he’s laughing as he nuzzles his nose against the hinge of your jaw, placing a chaste kiss to the bone. he wants you to show him how well you can take it for him; he wants to watch the way your sweet lil cunt struggles and stretches and swallows his girth. 

you’re his pouty little princess when you don’t get what you want, when he doesn’t give you what you want, eyes glittering with a thick coat of tears and lip jutted out in a trembling scowl, so deep it crinkles your forehead and puckers your chin. aw, is the poor little princess going to cry? he coos out through his own over-exaggerated pout, brow warped with false worry. is she going to stomp her feet and throw a fit because she isn’t getting her way? he kind of hopes you do, you can tell, can see it glimmering bright and sharp in his eyes, a sort of exhilarated anticipation that begs you to take on his challenge; go on, give him a reason to punish, make his fucking day, baby.

you’re his precious little princess when you stare up at him with adoring eyes, awestruck and shimmering with stars, and murmur out about how much you love him, delicate little fingers tracing his markings in clumsy caresses. the words are melty with affection, gooey and thick with spit as they dribble from your lips after he’s fucked you past the point of lucidity, mind turned to pleasant pink mush under immense pleasure and immaculate pain, body gone pliable and painted in strokes of him—ragged lines of red, blooming blotches of blue, purplish indents carved so deeply into your flesh that they’ll never fully heal, the tiny craters overflowing with sticky crimson. i love you too, princess, he tells you, the words quivering with quiet sincerity even as a sour sickness twists behind his sternum, true and real even as they are unfamiliar and unnatural.

you’re his pretty little princess when you giggle and twirl and strut for him after every single shopping trip, putting on a little fashion show and modelling all of the luxurious lingerie he bought you, lace clinging daintily to supple flesh, silk straps curling lovingly around all of your curves and edges, pieces encrusted with jewels and sparkles that catch on the light as you twist and turn for him. unblinking eyes watch you with a sort of conscientiousness, pupils blown huge and gaping, pitch black and ready to swallow you whole in a single glance. a smirk smears across his face, lopsided, leaning to the left and steadily spreading, as he relaxes back into his favourite armchair, thighs spread wide and a crystal glass of sweating amber dangling from his fingertips. c’mere, pretty princess, he demands gently when he can hardly take it anymore, when you’ve tried on several sets, when his smirk has grown into a grin and his cock is starting to ache, a large palm patting thick muscles. come give me a kiss.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #ryokan sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna smut #jjk smut #sukuna headcanons #hehehehehehe i love this anon #hope ur having a fab weekend!!! stay safe!! #inky.sukuna #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[sqirtle]

i NEED to know nille's reaction to the whole. yknow. looping in time thing. shakes you /lh

(after a few hours) "the dying bit was kinda punk rock though how many times did you die?"

#sqirtle.art #isat #isat siblings au #isat au #in stars and time #isat nille #isatbonnie #isat siffrin #siffrin #isat isabeau #isat odile #isat mirabelle #HI ANON HELLO I LOVE GETTING ANONS. anons are like letters to me you understand. like im getting real life mail. it rules

[wishluc]

Can I request yandere Malleus?🛐🛐

i want Malleus to be my tutor please. Please

Malleus likes your company more than he'd like to admit.

It's strange, even to him. You don't compare to him in terms of experience, knowledge or skill, and he knows there are other things he can busy himself with than to spend his time helping you understand the notes you've scribbled down or praise your efforts, but he finds that despite it all, you've carved out a little space for yourself in his heart. You've won him over, and completely entranced him with the mundane details.

His eyes linger on your frame while you tell him about the test you had just sat for in between sighs and groans as you reflect on how you did.

"Sorry, Malleus," your voice is uncharacteristically small, "you stayed up all those nights to help me, too..."

"It's nothing to be upset about," he assures you.

You sigh again, and glance up at him with furrowed brows and clenched fists. His hand goes to stroke your cheek, relishing in the way you relaxed under his light touch, practically melting onto his fingers He wants to gently coax out the worries clouding your mind, wants to hear you admit to him your troubles so he can revel in the pride of earning your compliments and praise.

He doesn't say it, but a selfish part of him is thrilled that you've not done as well as you hoped. After all, it entailed him having to spend more time with you later, more nights spent below dim lights as he taught you the history of ingredients and curses, more of your awed gasps and intrigued questions as he performs the simplest of spells, enough to fill you with wonder and fascination and enough to earn him your unwavering gaze.

He doesn't normally take this much effort for others, especially when it includes carefully reminding himself on how much time had passed before visiting you again (human days go by so quickly, after all, but seeing you so often is worth it). He gently corrects your mistake and lets the ghost of his touch guide you, watching as you shift towards him with a soft smile. He didn't even complain when you caressed the scales on his forehead, biting back any embarrassing remarks as he indulged in your delicate touch (and he remembers, too, all the lovely things you said, all your kind compliments and your sincere praises).

He finds that he doesn't mind, no matter how many mistakes you make; the time you changed the color of his shoes by accident, or when you forget the words to the spell he had just taught you. He thinks to himself, 'foolish child of man,' but there's no malice in the words, only a peculiar sense of fondness. If it means that you'll stay a moment longer by his side, looking up only at him with clear interest in your eyes, and melting into his touch, he'll listen to all the mistakes and the blunders and encourage you when you blank out.

As long as it's only him you rely on.

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#[I love him your honor!] #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus draconia #yandere twisted wonderland x you #yandere malleus x you #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x reader drabble #mail. 🌀 #anon mail. 🌀 #asa.writes 🌀 #malleus. 🌀 #twst. 🌀 #cw yandere #drabble. 🌀 #drabble request v01. 🌀 #requested work. 🌀

[tired-biscuit]

general!kiba’s surprise when you initiate sex for the first time. watching him train that day had you thinking all sorts of thoughts about him, his speed, the way he moved so effortlessly. so gracefully. the way he manhandled his troops when they were sparring. has him growing desperately hard when you sit on his lap and whine about how bad you want him when you go to your room for the night. let’s you fuck him. which is an entirely new experience. let’s you set the pace as you bounce up and down on his- *gets yanked off stage by comically large cane*

- 🐀

BRING LITTLE MOUSEY ANON ONTO THE STAGE, BRING THEM BACK RIGHT NOW!!

18+ fem!reader / royalty AU

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he tries so hard to let you have control.

but goddammit, it's hard. it's really fucking hard to just watch you ride his cock and hold you by the hips so that you can try and take him better, deeper, and simply do... nothing.

he watches your face as you straddle his lap and hold the tightest grip he's ever felt from you on his shoulders. he's reclining in the armchair that's positioned in one corner of your shared bedroom; the one that's big enough for you to sink your knees in now that you're riding him, and that he sometimes just plops on to people watch whilst they tend to their chores in the courtyard below.

feeling how soft the cushioning is underneath him as you slowly bounce up and down, kiba thinks it's borderline bizarre. he still isn't quite used to owning a house this big and with so many riches stored inside it, even less to having a literal princess, blue blood coursing her veins and everything, sitting on his dick.

but he certainly won't complain about it.

no, the pay is too good to grumble about, even if he has to risk his life to acquire it from time to time. the expensive furniture, limitless supply of food and drink and comfort are all worth it, too. so he watches in silence. continues to sit in his brand new armchair like he's a king lounging on his throne, despite the fact that that's what your father's job is supposed to be.

and as for the king's daughter, well... the general just finds you adorable. the pace he's let you decide on is slow; careful. he wants to go faster, to take you in the usual fashion he prefers, which is in a much rougher way than this. wishes to ravage you until there'd be nothing left of you and he'd simply pass out from exhaustion right after and wake up in the morning feeling like his soul isn't stuck inside his body quite right. but alas, he can see that you're struggling, so he remains dormant.

and it's evident, your struggle. you've only taken a little more than half of his length and sweat already covers your brow in a layer so thick that it makes your skin gleam. one sleeve of your nightgown hangs loosely off of your shoulder, revealing your collarbone, which he's since littered with small bruises and bite marks, as well as the curve of your breast.

there are plenty of them, the love bites, because you've been at it for a long while. he's never been a patient man, but the moon that now sits high in the starry sky and drapes you both in its gentle light, can serve as his witness that he's still letting you do your thing.

though, his patience has pretty much run out by now.

because god, you're still so tight even after all this time; almost unbearably so. he knows it's because of the fact you're overthinking this entire thing, but the way your pussy squeezes him whenever he pushes into you by another inch makes him want to bare his teeth to the world and growl like an animal. to lift his hips and ram himself into you until you'd be so full of him that your little hole wouldn't even be able to leak a single droplet of his cum.

but he can't cum yet. silvery strings of your arousal and the saliva he's spat between you to make the job easier for you, now bridge the narrow gap between your bodies the moment your clit finally kisses the tuft of dark hair below his waist. he looks down at the contact and sure enough; there's a prominent ring of milky slick around the base of his cock when your hips stutter and you try to go back.

it's a small victory you've just achieved, albeit terribly short-lived for his taste, he thinks.

he supposes he understands the reason as to why; it's only been a short while since he's taken your virginity, after all. your most intimate parts are still sensitive, and the deep angle the position provides, as well as the way his thick cockhead now strokes some inner part of you that feels soft and awfully tender - too tender - proves to be something that greatly overwhelms you.

he holds you in it, however, the position. with his hands still on your hips, his grip suddenly turns tenacious and his knuckles flash stark white as he fights against you to keep you exactly where you are. it seems like he's done playing your game.

"hold still," he says, his voice slightly breathless but firmly gruff. it's the same assertive tone he uses when he's talking to his soldiers.

and it's also the same tone he spoke in whilst he'd been on the training grounds earlier today; shirtless, golden skin dewy from sweat, body moving effortlessly despite its great size. his jaw had been set, and you definitely noticed a rather intense look flare up in his dark eyes when he'd spotted you watching. even his presence alone had become more intimidating in mere seconds.

perhaps it had been because of the focus, or the pesky need to impress that tends to gnaw on him as of late. nevertheless, he looked just about ready to crush the skull of the unlucky rookie who'd had the balls to take him on either way.

and lucky him, it seems that he did actually manage to impress you by the end of the sparring session, because you're here now; doing this. you've offered yourself to him by taking charge right after you'd kissed him passionately by stepping onto your tippy-toes and pulling him in close. until he was groaning into your sweet mouth and grabbing greedy handfuls of your ass right over the nightgown.

you couldn't help yourself. something about the way he looked so graceful whilst fighting and teaching the younger men had lit some wicked urge inside you which you just couldn't ignore from how ceaselessly it kept clawing at the walls of your mind. the way he fights is like a dance, despite that he's made it clear to you that he won't and never will spin you around the ballroom of your father's castle.

he's just so-

you mewl, your body squirming as if trying to get away from him when he lifts his hips up to test out your newly-updated limits and abruptly breaks your train of thought. a pout forms as you say, "th-that hurts."

"it'll pass," he tries to console you coarsely. his throat feels like it's on fire, god you just feel so good. "just... ah, just give it a moment."

your whining fills the room in an instant at the way he brushes you off, and it grows louder by the second. his eyes want to roll into the back of his head from the sensation of being entirely inside you at long last. meanwhile, your own want to nearly pop out of your fucking sockets because of the overbearing fullness he makes you endure.

minutes pass; long minutes spent by panting and exchanging messy kisses. you listen to his request as you stay still and try to cockwarm him, as he calls it. he's deep in your belly, throbbing and growing even bigger, hotter. it makes your pulse skyrocket, especially when he readjusts on the armchair and eases his grip.

the tip of his nose bumps against your chin as he makes you tip your head back so that he can kiss your throat. his tongue is warm as he licks the sweat off your skin. the amount of salt that he tastes now only makes him feel guilty for straining your body to its limits like this.

"ride it," he urges you softly. unlike before, his voice is a mere coo now. "when you're ready."

"how?" you ask, swallowing hard. you sink your nails into his shoulders again as if readying yourself for the ache, but when you roll your hips to test it out, it's almost gone.

"however you want," he mumbles, smiling faintly at the little gasp you let out when you repeat the same movement for a second time. his face is nearly buried in your tits from how closely you cling onto him. he could die as a happy man like this, truly. "just fuck yourself on my cock until you cum... i am at your disposal."

heat sears your face because of his lewd language and the way he offers himself to you so freely. you doubt you'll ever get used to it, but it's nice to know that you've got the big bad war general wrapped around your finger. "...but i don't know how."

he chuckles at your sudden timidness. "i'll help you."

and just like that, his hands guide you to a slow, sensual rhythm again. up and down, up and down, up and down - you're taking him entirely this time. pride washes over you despite the loud squelching noises the wetness that you emit now causes, especially when he grunts out a quiet, "good girl... good lil' princess."

and when his thumb circles your clit, it's like heaven opens up just to swallow you whole.

#i know i've said it before but i love writing about our beloved general sm jfjdjdjdj #like i feel so inspired idk how to explain it #once again my face is just like 🥺 #kiba x reader #kiba smut #naruto smut #biscuit drabbles #🐀 anon #biscuit mail

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

Omg so what if like the hell fire club meet bimbo reader for the first time and They’re just in like complete shock that she and Eddie are dating considering how different both of them and they are like complete polar opposites<3

>0< omg.

"y-you..and..her?" dustin gawks--the club is staring at you both in shock, but eddie has a smug grin on his face.

he's sitting on his 'throne', smoothing over your lower back with his hand. you, on the other hand, have an excited blush gracing your cheeks, your hands clasped together in front of you shyly as you giggle.

eddie had told the club a few days ago that he had a girlfriend, but none of them believed him. and they especially didn't believe it when eddie said who it was. y/n y/l/n for goodness sake. you were popular and girly and a bit of an airhead and..just so..so pink. just, everything you wore or had was pink and delicate and pretty in some way.

eddie was the complete opposite of that. firstly, dustin was the one who was very skeptical about this whole thing.

first of all, eddie was well out of your league, and..not even your type.

you usually dated jocks.

also, dustin thought that eddie would like a more 'punk-rock' sort of person. not..ditsy, hyper-feminine you. not that there was anything wrong with that but,, well you were you and eddie was eddie and you both were extremely opposite.

so, when eddie had told everyone at lunch that you would be making an appearance at the campaign meeting that Friday night, everybody thought he was completely full of it.

that was until your perky self bounced into the theater room, squealing when you saw eddie.

all heads turned. disbelief growing amongst literally everyone..even eddie.

he couldn't believe that you fell for him.

just as much as he fell for you.

well, he thought that he fell harder, but whenever he said that to you, you would cry so he kept that to himself. it hurt you when he said he loved you more than you loved him because there was no way he loved you more than you loved him!!

eddie was already standing up, his hands on the back of his 'throne' as he guided the campaign. so, he was fully ready when you immediately threw yourself in his arms. his arms wrapped around your body. you giggled as he smiled a wide, adoring grin; a small, "hey, princess," leaving his lips before you pulled his head down and crashed your lips against his, moaning into his mouth softly.

he squeezed your ass from under your tiny skirt, wet, slobbery sounds echoing throughout the room as the group (grimaced) stared in absolute disbelief. you were on your tippy toes, whimpering when he groped you roughly.

the club looked at each other, not understanding just what was going on..

"no. fuckin'. way, dude!" dustin was the first to speak.

his voice pulled eddie out of his trance (just barely), but your eyes were still on eddie, whining when you didn't feel his lips on you.

instead, you nipped at eddie's neck.

"fuckin' way, man," he replied laughing, giving you one last kiss on the lips before he sat down. "why don't you introduce yourself, baby? who are you?"

"eddie's girlfriend!" you giggled again, and the metal-head smiled up at you, smacking your ass as you yelped, blushing.

"that's fuckin' right, baby.." he laughed, pulling you onto his lap.

let's just say that half of the boys in the club (Gareth, Jeff, and Kevin) were all just staring at you,, Mike, Lucas, and (especially) Dustin just losing their minds.

when the meeting ended, you waved at the group, eddie guiding you out of the school doors with his hand on the small of your back.

he could still hear the boys fighting: "she waved to me!" (that was Gareth), "noo, she waved to me, dickwad!" (Jeff), "boys, boys, let's face facts; she waved to me!" (Kevin)

eddie had to fight back a complacent grin the next day at lunch when everyone was just staring at him in amazement.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x bimbo!reader #mail 💌 #i love this idea so much #literally him n i #<3 #yeah <3 #stranger things #my writing sucked on this one a lil but thank u anon i love u

[ncteez]

which 5 members of svt do you think would enjoy you riding them?

Just 5 members? ok, ill go ham on these five member then.

Seungcheol: i know im a sub idol enthusiast but i think cheol would be so accustomed to being on top, that when you finally take the control and start riding him, he would literally turn to jelly. would grip your hips, stare directly between the two of you to see the penetration and control your rhythm. would kiss all over your chest too, obsessed with the way you move on your own when he lets you. Only then realize that you're fucking good at riding, and you don't need his hands guiding you. (not that he thought you'd be bad at it, he's just used to you moaning under him, thought u needed some help n all)

Mingyu: obsessed with seeing you tower above him. Mostly because throughout the day doing mundane things, he's the one looking down at you. Loves praising you while you sit on him like his cock is a goddamn throne. Obsessed with the way you roll your hips in tight circles, cock warming him so you can rub your clit against his abs <3 your pussy milks his cock well enough anyway. he works out for a reason babe, use those abs or he's gonna start crying about it.

Vernon: BRO WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK TO DO BUT HE LOVES IT. Would legit probably be obsessed with the way you look up there, tits in his face and stuff. fr, if you want a pussy drunk vernon, ride him and you've got the man in the palm of your hand. He would constantly ask every time the two of you have sex too, like "pls ride me, babe, please."

Soonyoung: 100% you're not even riding him, he's holding your ass and fucking up because he's in love with the way your body moves when he slams into you. Only when he runs out of stamina does he really really love it though. Your pace is slower, more sensual, and it almost always draws out the most ungodly sounds from him.

Wonwoo: tell me this fucking loser wouldn't looooove to be ridden?you ride him one time and he's telling all of his friends on discord about it. fr, he even got a little insecure the first time like "did i not fuck you good enough?" and it's like, he did. But he looks really good when you ride him, with his hair fanned out and his glasses all crooked on his face. for real tho, he would adjust his glasses mid-fuck because he needs to see those titties bounce in 4K. but that's also an issue bc he would come really really fast when he does that lmao

#[mail] #[anon] #[m] #[h.hours] #[mingyu] #[seungcheol] #[soonyoung] #[vernon] #[wonwoo] #MORE OF THIS!! I LOVE DOING THESE!! #[svt]

[iwaasfairy]

atsuko would def hump your pillow when your away on vacations with kawa and sleep on your side of the bed bc he misses how his mom smells and gets such good sleep with the scent of you surrounding him each night. he gets lonely though and sometimes spams you with calls when he’s either horny or missing you, and it pisses kawa oFF. ‘suko thinks it’s fun though, seeing his dad all upset over stealing you away, and will continue to spam you with a bunch of useless shit. like, how to microwave things you’ve forgotten you’ve taught him before, asking you annoying questions that are irrelevant, or literally just calling you to hear your voice because he misses you. you’re very aware of atsuko’s difficulty with the constant need for attention, (much like his father ofc) so when you’re tanning on a beach in jamaica and find that he’s called you twelve times in last four hours, you simply shrug and smile to yourself about your clingy boy.

don’t even get me started on the amount of  unsolicited dick pics/dirty audio you get within this span of two weeks…

sceAMING and crying anD convulsing!!! you're so right this isn't even a headcanon it's just true. he's so horny all the time and needs attention (your attention specifically), and if he can get a rise out of his dad because of it?? all the better. i know he calls you right before you go to sleep to "hear your voice" but really it's also because he knows you're cuddled up in tooru's arms and you will still take the call, and if he starts spewing some filth about how lonely it is in that big nice house and he can't stop thinking of you and how he'll save up his cum to fill you up completely as soon as you get back,,, it's another stroke to his ego that he'll hear tooru huff and puff from behind you.

(it's all fun and games until tooru makes you pick up the phone when he's balls deep in you though. watch the boy get his feelings hurt lowkey bc he wants to be your one and only)

#tw.incest #i love tHE BOY I LOVE THIS MESSAGE AND #i LOVE YOU ANON #bLESS YOUR BRAIN NOW Im thiNKING OF IT sO MUCH HHHHH #💫oc.atsuko #honey mail

[itoshi-s]

I think you know enough hq characters at this point so, who do you think in haikyuu would fuck their step-sis and why is it tsukishima (also ushijima but hes more lowkey)?? - 💔

🥲 if u were to crack my silly little head open and take a look inside. this would be the only thing u see. just pure hell pure chaos nothin else. NONNIE.. do u really want me dead :(

cw stepcest, dubcon, timeskip tsukki n ushi

sob sniffle sister fucker tsukishima. i am literally going to lose my mind thinking about him. he’s so mean, shrugs all your tears and whining off whenever the sibling banter pushes a few too many buttons. it’s just how he is and you’ve grown used to it — his snarky comments and how he could spark all sorts of deepest insecurities w just a few teasing, light hearted comments. but kei nii doesn’t rly mean that, and you know it. it’s just how he is, with the kindest heart buried somewhere deep under the cocky demeanor — that’s what you think, until you come home from uni for holiday break and go out one night.

you take a few shots too many, those airhead friends of yours that kei never really liked busying themselves w some random guys, and you end up calling him to pick you up. there’s some creep at the club that just doesn’t let up, you’re a little scared, and your phone is almost dead. he’s the only person you really know that’d actually pick up at this late hour and come get you — he’s your brother after all. and yet, you regret ever calling him in the first place as soon as you get in the car, listen to him calling you even dumber than he’d thought of you, jaw slack and eyes firm yet tired behind his glasses as he drives. you hold back tears on the way home, and for the very first time in your life, you feel like kei nii might actually hate you :( and that he meant every single jab he’s gave you throughout all these years. he tugs you inside the house, unaware of your silence, and grumbles something about u being lucky that mums not home to see you this fucked up. you sit at the edge of your bed, shaky fingers struggling to undo the straps of your heels, and kei lets out an exasperated sigh as he crouches down in front of you. he slaps your hands away, works on unclasping the straps and tells you you’re hopeless. you’re just so annoying with how reckless you’re being, he’s got practice tomorrow morning and yet its 3 am and he has to deal with you — careless as always. he sets your shoes aside and is about to get up and leave when he hears the choked little sound. a tear or two falls on his hand and he looks up — breath hitching in his throat upon his step sister crying. he’s seen it so many times before, being the very cause for your tears more often than not, and yet this time, he’s confused. you wipe at your eyes, a poor attempt to hide the heartbreak, and swallow back little muffled cries. you tell him you’re sorry, that you never wanted him to hate you. you’re sorry that you’re annoying, sorry that you’re being a bother as always. kei watches in sheer astonishment as your bottom lip wobbles, still glimmering with your gloss. just don’t hate me, nii chan. he almost feels bad, for the first time in forever, as you sit there in your tiny black dress, with those pretty long falsies on, and cry your heart out — for him. its the exhaustion, he thinks, it has to be as he reaches a hand up and rests it on the back of your neck. he calls you silly, wipes a thumb below your eyes and furrows his brows a bit — he could never hate you, why’d you even think that? you really are a dumb thing. he’s just tired and not thinking straight, kei’s sure, as he leans up to press his lips to yours and taste you. your tongue is heavy with intoxication and shock, and he makes out the faint vanilla of your lip gloss and remnants of liquor as he kisses you, languid and sloppy, something to slow down the haywire in your mind. he could never hate you, he repeats, easing you down on the bed and hiking your dress over your hips — groaning when you give him the prettiest wide eyes, glossy with tears still but oh, so hopeful. kei nii is a good brother, despite his sharp tongue and teasing nature — and makes sure you never, ever doubt his love for you again :(

ushijima though,, he’s a whole another story you’re so right. i’m p sure he doesn’t even give you any remotely dirty thought — anything that would be immoral considering your relation. you’re his little step sister, and there’s nothing more to it. sure, he’s never been too close with you — always solely focused on his career — but he does appreciate you. you’re nice, sweet and caring with the way you always pick him up from the airport or fly over to some of his games. (you always cheer for him the loudest, and grin wide as you tell the couple sittin next to you that the ushiwaka is your older brother.) you always welcome him with the warmest hug, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck, and laugh as he squeezes you — welcome back, nii chan, i missed you lots. he’s no fool and sees how you’ve grown into a beautiful young woman, too. he’s aware of all the looks you get when you two walk down the street and how it’s hard to keep count of all the boyfriends you’ve mentioned before. for some reason, none of them lasted, though, and yet you’d always brush it off and give him a small smile when he asked if you were okay. wakatoshi doesn’t know a lot about girls in the first place, but you’re a whole another enigma. like i said, i think he wouldn’t even dare think of you in any other way than purely platonic — and so, you render his entire giant frame putty when you first crawl into his lap with that pretty little glint in your eyes. barely a minute earlier you were just scrolling down your phone, w your legs in his lap as he goes through his calendar — next thing he knows, his little step sister is grinding down on him, breath minty on his lips as you moan. large palms rest on your hips and it takes all your willpower to stand your ground, considering he wouldn’t even have to put any work into pushing you off. he fixes you a confused look, eyebrows knit together and voice low when he asks what are you doing, why are you— you cup his handsome face in your hands, a manicured thumb pressing to his lips and it shuts him up ridiculously quick n effectively. s’alright, nii chan, it’s nothin’. you need him bad, you tell him, and prove your point by the sinful roll of your hips against his hardening cock. you see he wishes he could deny you, that he could tell you that it’s wrong and fucked up and that you can’t be doing this — cause you’re siblings, blood bound or not — but his silence gives him away. always so blunt and straightforward, your nii san now sits completely quiet, and you know that the cogs in his mind must be struggling, but if he had any second thoughts abt all of this — he would’ve already told you. but he doesn’t tell you anything, doesn’t speak at all before he exhales and pulls you flush against him, lips finding yours with way too much ease. toshi nii doesn’t have to speak at all — his actions do it for him, as he has you all spread out n making the prettiest noises for hours on end that day </3

#✧.* ✉ zari’s mail: 💔 anon #nghhhh THIS HAS ME SLOWLY GOIN INSANE SHSJJSXHXJSI #kei especially </3 he’s got me all choked up i love love looooove him he’s so mean #ushi bein all ffed up in this head of his he’s so cute. i wanna bite him #but in all honestly some of the others i’d think would ABSOLUTELY dick down their stepsis are #kags.. 10000% you cant tell me otherwise #AND last but def not least the one and only oikawa tooru. NGHHHHDHDHDH #everyone always bein head over heels for him but they don’t know he only has eyes for his lil sis </3 najdhakshsksksjsj STOOOOP #he’s so deranged . this clicked in my mind sooooooo quick u get me ??? she’s always there to give him all the praise he needs #there’s no one else that matters for her. only tooru nii #always </3 and he goes completely n utterly dumb on the ego trip #thx for comin to my ted talk. if anyone wants to elaborate feel free #now brb gonna go sob abt this #haikyuu smut #hq smut #tsukishima smut #ushijima smut #haikyuu x reader #ushijima x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #★ ‧ ₊ after hours

[inkykeiji]

What sex positions do you think would work best/would they enjoy more in a trio between dazai-chuuya-reader??

ANONNN oh my gosh ahaha well!!! i think they’d enjoy spit-roasting the most (aka where one is in front, fucking your mouth (probably chuuya more often than not), and the other is behind you, fucking your hole (probably dazai more often than not), and you are on your hands and knees in between them)!

they love that they can both see your whole body beneath them, being stuffed full from either end—cunt gorging on dazai’s cock, cute little hole stretched so wide that it’s fluttering; gentle little pulses that have dazai chuckling, such a tender motion contradicted by the way he’s fucking you raw, producing a sweet symphony of squelching and slapping, cock shimmering with your slick; throat choking on chuuya’s, lips straining around his thick shaft, the prettiest jewels of drool collecting in the corners of your mouth, more and more and more until it’s too much, and then they’re rolling down your chin in fat, glistening streams to drip off your jaw, stringy and sticky, or be caught by the pads of chuuya’s thumbs and smeared across your skin.

their pumping hips take turns shoving you back and forth in perfect rhythm, like a pretty, precious, mindless little doll; chuuya’s cock rammed down your throat, dazai’s cock slamming against your cervix <3

such a position also enables them to see each other, too, allowing them to use their eyes and expressions to communicate with one another—those infuriatingly simple yet mysterious looks that say so much with so little—and coordinate accordingly. a quirk of chuuya’s head has dazai’s fingers finding your clit, grinding fast and hard ovals into the swollen lil nub; the raising of dazai’s eyebrows has chuuya tangling slim fingers in the hair at the crown of your head and yanking, so far back that dazai can see your pretty, pained expression, too.

it’s a sort of hellish heaven, being stuck between the two of them, and your body is wrecked and ruined—utterly used—by the end of it, skin a stained canvas of their names, their claims, signed and splattered in blotches of violet and navy across your hips and jaw and ass, but you wouldn’t have it any other way <3

#dazai smut #chuuya smut #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #HEHE thank u for ur question anon!!! #lots of dazai and chuuya asks lately #i have another to post but it’s angsttt hehe #anyway!! have a lovely night bb #and stay safe n hydrated!! #clari gets mail #inky.bsd #inky.chuuya #inky.dazai

[queermasculine]

I know you probably won’t see this, but I just wanted to say thank you. I’m a transmasc lesbian, and sometimes it feels like that identity is a paradox even though I feel it more deeply than anything else in the world. Thank you for creating a space that uplifts and celebrates transmasc butches.

it's rigid boundaries around transness and gender in general that can make trans butchood (both the transmasculine and transfeminine kinds) seem like a paradox but it's really not. once you accept that transness is and always has been a gradient of infinite variations and mixtures of different identities, it all becomes very simple... but even if it were contradictory somehow to be a trans butch, i honestly think i'd be fine with that. being a "gender paradox"... yeah that fucking rips actually

#thanks for the kind words anon & much love to you! #i too feel my transmasc butchness more deeply than anything in the world... #butch #lesbian #mail

[buwheal]

Hey, Spamton!

Just wondering about something.... what's your relationship with the Addisons?

#He's specifically talking to these few anons btw lol #you guys are fine #[you've got mail!] #spamton #spamton g spamton #deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #gif #ask22 #3/3 #last one today lol goodnight #thats SEVEN asks done today!!! and most are animated!!! eeyipes!!! #i was having fun though!! gotta love it when i get a good drawing streak on

[kisses4kaia]

could you do a charlie one where reader is crying over how they look in a cheer uniform and he tries comforting them? also is it okay if i could be 🧸 anon?

omg this is too cute and of course !! ily and ill look out for your reqs, love🧸⭐☺ also i'm gonna start posting shorter blurbs so i can get more requests out quicker !

perfection🎡- c, walker ,,

"oh my god! thank you so much!" you exclaimed as the captain of the cheerleading team, stacy, handed you a cheer uniform, informing you that you'd made it onto the team.

it'd been your passion for years. you weren't sure you'd be good enough for the team, but every feeling of insecurity was squashed in that moment...

...until you got home.

your body image had been something you'd struggled with forever, but things like this brought them all to the surface.

you stood in front of your full-length mirror with a frown on your face as you stared into your reflection.

the uniform was gorgeous, but you didn't think you were.

you turned to the side, hating how your body fitted into the little red outfit.

as hard as you tried to hold them in, you couldn't help but begin to cry. it was so hard to not hate everything about you. it's the worst feeling, self-hatred.

as salty tears streamed down your cheeks, your boyfriend entered the room with a stack of dvd's in his arms.

shit, you forgot it was movie night.

"hey, pretty girl. you made it onto the team? that's amazing, i'm so proud of you!" charlie exclaimed, still not having seen your face.

"thank you," you tried desperately to not sound as though you were crying, but the crack your voice provided was inevitable.

"baby? what's wrong?" he came up from behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"i hate the way i look in this, it doesn't fit right anywhere. my waist isn't small enough, my ass-" you rambled until he cut you off by turning you around and landing a soft kiss onto your lips.

"you are perfection." he stated.

this made you giggled through your tears. "i thought you didn't believe in 'perfection'?"

"that was until i met you. you're the only thing on this world that could get a 10/10 rating from me,"

you smiled, but he wasn't done. "i love you, y/n. you look amazing in everything, especially this uniform. i might actually go to the school games if it means i can see you in that," he joked.

"no, you wouldn't," you scoffed, the smile on your lips not able to escape.

"no, i wouldn't. but you get what i mean, right?"

"yeah,"

he kissed you once more.

"now, let's go celebrate this accomplishment of yours, perfection."

tags; @wannabe-indie-sleaze

#🧸 anon #nonnieees💗 #kai's got mail <3📑 #charlie walker #charlie walker fluff #rory culkin #love this #me when my ex was like this whenever i was insecure😿 #fluff #kaia writes charlie

[dustofthedailylife]

Tbh I like the sagau where reader is just happy to be in the world and avoids everyone, just to live their life happily.

But this idea has been stuck in my head. Imagine as reader is dragged to the execution, a ruin guard charges at one of the characters. Reader manages to wiggle out of their grasp and take the blow.

Because I love angst I imagine the guard charging at Xiao, creator reader is tossed aside and the adapti and archons spotting the golden blood and reader's body goes limp.

Just as some of the healers rush the them they burst into a million golden crystals.

Not even moments later reader appears unharmed in a flash of lights. Just giving an awkward smile. "Huh I didn't think that would work"

While I haven't dabbled in SAGAU myself yet, I love the concept in general and have read a few fics here and there. This idea is fantastic.

Like, can you imagine how shocked Xiao would be?

Seeing the ruin guard charge at him, he is just about ready to dodge out of the way and deal the final blow. He is used to this so he could get rid of it efficiently. Practically a piece of cake for him.

He didn't calculate that you would jump between him and the ruin guard to shield him. In his stead, you're the one getting hit by its large hands which in turn fling you against a rock with a loud crack. Everyone present falls silent as they look in your direction.

I could imagine after Xiao's instincts kick in he would quickly deal with the ruin guard only to then rush over to your limp body. He would just slowly drop to his knees by your side, without ushering a word. His eyes blown wide in shock. In disbelief that you'd give yourself in order to save him. You may have been executed either way but he did not think you'd go in such a way.

The dawning realization of who you really are as everyone spots your blood and the turmoil that ensues as soon as your body bursts into a thousand crystals before ultimately appearing again unscathed as if nothing ever happened.

Everyone would reverently kneel down and bow their heads in front of you, ushering their sincere apologies.

#🍁 dust mail #🍁 garden visitor: anon #genshin impact #I was considering to make a full ficlet out of this #but I am not confident enough to write SAGAU (yet anyway... I won't say I'll never try) #but I love this brainrot and idea!! #thanks for sharing nonnie!! #🍁 dust brainrot #genshin sagau #genshin imagines #genshin brainrot #genshin x reader #xiao x reader

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Could you write something with number 21:

A character is being held by an unsub and thinks about the team they are sure will save them. 

Like I know a lot of people on tumblr write this storyline, but I just love it sooo much😩😩 I’m thinking that reader is being held by the unsub and it affects Spencer the most, and then you can decide the rest🫶🫶🫶

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Hi lovely Anon! 🌼🌼🌼

I would love to write this fic for you! I hadn't thought of this idea with Spencer, and I love it. If you are willing to say in another ask or dm would you like it to be fem!reader or gender neutral!reader? And do you like earlier seasons Spencer or later seasons Spencer? If you don't have a preference I'll just go with what feels right, but I want you to have some say as you asked .

It may take a while for me to write this, but I already have the idea brewing in my head. I do have an Emily fic to finish and then I want to write a hurt!Aaron fic, then this will come next after those, fic wise at least. Near the end of the semester, I always start to feel overwhelmed and sad, so I'm just taking it more slowly with posting on Tumblr. I'm still checking in every day to see how my friends are doing. I appreciate everyone who encourages me every day though. Y'all are amazing. If you are a student, make sure you're keeping track of your work and talk to your teachers or profs if you feel lost. That's why we are here. Please take care of yourselves today - Love Levi❤️

Special shoutout to @ssahotchnerr for reminding me that breaks are necessary sometimes. ILY

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[diaryofaprettyprincess]

i saw a post that said "she's a 10 but she needs u to tell her how obsessed u are with her at least once a day (im she)" and i immediately thought of eddie and bimbo!reader or eddie and crybaby!reader (or both eheh)

 i just saw this post!! but so true (i am also she) <3

pairing: eddie munson x crybaby!bimbo!reader

CW: this is disgustingly cheesy, HEAVY PDA, kissing, groping, making out

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you'd be sitting on his lap during a D&D campaign, your face right in front of his as he rubs your waist softly, kissing you gently and repeatedly on the nose, lips, forehead, corner of your mouth, etc.!!!

"you love me, right?" you whimper as he kisses your pouted lips, your fingers tangled in his wavy hair.

eddie's eyes are hooded with so much love, all he wants to do is kiss you and basically eat you up, you're so adorable.

"baby," eddie speaks gently, his hands moving up to your face to drag his thumb across your swollen bottom lip (swollen because for about two hours straight (really since the campaign started) he's been nipping at your lips, you both literally made out fully in front of the Hellfire Club members about thirty minutes ago; spit swapped between one another, groping, and small whines n whimpers coming from both you and eddie as you exchange your love (you both were heavy on PDA)(you couldn't ever get enough of one another!)), his fingers cupping your face so nicely that you melt into him. "i love you so much, i'm obsessed with you, i only tell you everyday." he hums, kissing away your little tears that drip down your face.

he loved how sensitive you were.

"i know, jus' wanted to hear it again, eds," you sniff, leaning forward and kissing him on the mouth once again. "love you." you kiss him again as he hums, embracing your body.

the club grimaces and grunts in slight disgust, slight jealousy (mainly the older members).

"okay, you nerds need 'ta stop making out, you're making me nauseous," Erica says from behind you, but you both don't hear it, too caught up in passionate kisses and sweet words exchanged on each other's lips to notice. "bleh." she gurns, looking away.

Finally, Dustin speaks up, "Eddieeee, yoo-whoooo!" he whistles, trying to get the metal-head’s attention, but eddie just smiles against your lips, not hearing Dustin one bit as you giggle against eddie's lips, wet noises sounding from both of your mouths as you massage one another's tongue with your own.

"Mmm," eddie moans softly, and everyone in the group groans in disgust.. Pure disgust. Eddie adjusts your seating on him to where you're straddling him, and Lucas covers Erica's eyes.

"Yeahhh, maybe we should uhm, you know, postpone..." says Jeff, and everybody nods in agreement.

"Ew! they're practically humping each other!" Mike winces.

And that's everybody's cue to leave immediately.

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