#for 🌧 anon

[l3viat8an]

im BARELY anonymous at this point but im back 😈

i can't get this imagine out of my head of spanking mammon, teasing whine while he whines and begs for more.

"bet my little slut could cum just from this~"

and to your shock, he does. he squirms on your lap as your eyes widen in shock.. you're unsure whether to punish him or reward him 😳

-🌧️🍄

Nsfw content MDNI

Welcome back and damnnnnn- not really my thing but 👀

Looking at Mammon, the shock still visible on your face before you smirk at him, “Looks like I was right.”

Mammon’s face being that adorable shade of red and he can’t actually meet your eyes…because yea…he could and just did.

He might not be into degrading…but something about being called ‘your slut.’ well….he is yours…just like you’re his :)

You just keep your eyes on him for a minute before asking, “So what do you want now Mammon?” you know what he’ll say, but it’s always nice to hear it~

Mammon mumbling the word as quietly as he can and you frown, “What? I didn’t hear you. Speak up pup.” you definitely did hear him. But he has to speak clearly, you grab his hair and tug just a little.

Grinning to yourself when you hear the little whine leave Mammon’s throat as he repeats himself “More. Please…I need more.”

now how could you say no~?

#🌧🍄 anon! #kehekhskshsksj bottom #ro rambles #obey me #obey me! #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon smut #obmswd mammon x reader #om! #obmswd #om! smut #obmswd smut #obmswd mammon #om! mammon #om! x reader #obmswd x reader #obey me smut

[merakiui]

RAAA STEP BRO CATER 👹👹👹 he would ask his step sibling to do suggestive things and assures them it’s just an innocent trend :33

-🌧️

YES YES OMG MANY THOUGHTS!!!!

(cw: yandere, nsfw, stepcest, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stalking, non-consensual photography, obsession, cater’s so creepy and gross >_<)

Sb!Cater who’s the first to swoop in when you’re brought into the family, if only to get to you before his sisters do. He doesn’t want you to become yet another sibling of his who he dreads seeing when he must return home from NRC. You take to him immediately, warming up to his friendly, “cute” personality. Of course his sisters also adore you, seeing so much potential to ruin you—or that’s how Cater views it. His sisters shower you in clothes they think you’ll love, and each outfit must be cuter than the last. Cater would feel sorry for you, but he just can’t when you seem so genuine in your gratefulness. Are you really okay with his sisters shaping you into something you might not be?

Most days, you spend your time being shown around the town by Cater. He introduces you to all of his favorite, most photogenic locations. He even takes a few selfies with you to commemorate your arrival! This is the most excited he’s been for anything. Maybe it’s because you’re interested in his photography. Or maybe it’s because you actually listen to him and treat him like a person rather than some dress-up doll. At first he sort of hated the idea of getting another sibling (especially if you’re a girl; that would mean yet another sister). He can hardly handle the two he has now, so the fact that you’re much more of a relief compared to his sisters is like the biggest blessing ever.

Cater finds he’s restless on the days his sisters take you out. What are they showing you? What are they telling you? Do they talk about him? He wants to be the one to share things at his own leisure. He’s supposed to be the cool brother! That image will be ruined if you come back knowing his life’s story. >:( when you aren’t home, Cater finds himself poking through your room. It was mainly curiosity at first, but then he’s opening your drawers to look at your belongings and to see just what kind of clothes you wear. It’s nothing bad, he thinks while he’s running his own internal assessments. Your clothes are cute, but are they really you? Do you like this sort of stuff, or is it just the influence of his sisters?

He mainly snoops. That’s all he really does aside from scrolling through his phone to look back on all of the photos he’s taken. The two of you went swimming last week, and he zooms in to look at all of the skin that’s not covered by a swimsuit. It’s silly to think this, but you really are cute. He spends the hour compiling an album of photos with you, cropping the ones that include other people. He’ll add more to this album soon.

The next time Cater’s in your room, it’s to steal your underwear. You won’t miss it; and even if you do his sisters will overhear and insist they take you shopping. So he gets to be greedy and pick from the selection. Grossly enough, he fishes through your dirty laundry instead of the drawer filled with clean pairs. He’s gone before you come back from the kitchen, and you’re wearing that pair of short shorts he likes so much. Maybe his sisters’ influence isn’t so bad this time…

Cater’s added more photos to his collection. Some taken of you when you fell asleep on the sofa watching a movie. Some taken of your silhouette against the shower curtain. Some taken of you as you’re getting ready, your back turned when he stuck his phone through the small crack in your door after it was left slightly open. He’s gotten daring with each photo, straying too close to being caught. It’s dangerous and wrong. You’re supposed to be his step-sibling. He shouldn’t have these thoughts about someone who’s meant to be family. But he thinks you’d be even cuter if he had a chance to ruin you. You don’t need his sisters’ influence. You need big brother Cay’s influence (sure, he’s only older by a month or two, but that still makes him your big brother)! :D

He’ll teach you all about the pretty parts of your body you rarely touch. And he’d know because he’s watched you for months and snooped through your things in search of sex toys. It’s a little exciting to wonder and theorize. Have you even used your fingers yet? Are you truly textbook virgin (like his friend Riddle. Oh, if that’s the case he must introduce the two of you!)? Have you even taken a cock before, whether silicone or not? It would be super cute if he was your first time! There’s a floor-length mirror in his room. He can spread you open when he slides you down on his cock to show you just how widely you’ll stretch to accommodate him. And of course he must record it! Good memories should be captured in permanence, right?

#twisted chit chat #🌧 anon #tw: stepcest #n/sfw #i need him… orz so many cater thoughts #cater introducing you to riddle and making the two of you fuck because ‘virgins lol’ #omg he probably got you drunk or gave you an aphrodisiac so now you’re all over riddle #and riddle’s ready to short-circuit #the thoughts are so scattered but i’m having a Cater Vision

[revasserium]

WAIT ARE YOU WRITING A COFFEE SHOP AU ZORO FIC STOP I'M GONNA CRY IM IN LOVE WITH UR WRITING AND ZORO AND AAAAAAA <3333

HELP YES I AM LMFAO and thank you!!!! <3

just for that, here's a sneak peak:

“Y’know, if you guys just made out I feel like it would fix a lot of this unresolved tension,” she says, even as you nearly choke on your drink.

You’re still coughing when Zoro joins you by the finished drinks counter.

“I’d rather lose an eye than make out with someone who drinks decaf.”

Nami sighs, shooting you a meaningful look as she slides the double espresso toward Zoro.

You wipe your lips with a napkin before leveling him with a glare.

“Well I’d rather gouge my own eyes out than make out with someone who never grew out of his middle school emo-phase.”

“At least I don’t try to use sugar to fill the gaping hole in your life where a real personality should be.”

“At least I don’t make that gaping hole my entire personality.”

“Princess.”

“Edgelord.”

#opla #one piece live action #one piece netflix #roronoa zoro #opla zoro #opla x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #anon love #i have NO excuse #i started writing this literally 2 weeks ago on the plane ride to australia and LITERALLY have had zeROOO time to finish writing it #but 2nite i've got a bottle of red wine and jetlag to beat so. here we GO FRIENDS. #🌧 raindrops

[pluviophile-imagines]

i can't help but wonder about the "i'm gonna marry you but i don't want kids" with gojo. because he probably would be the one to bring it up

omg im sorry this took so long but,,,,, here we are 👀 as always linking the usurper!gojo tag and the masterlist for this au warnings: the no kids talk!

it’s hardly subtle.

he doesn’t ease you into it; he isn’t coy. he all but storms into your chambers, after dark but before you’ve snuffed the candles keeping the room light enough for your reading.

he doesn’t bother to tell you why, but you know—instinctively, because you know him and you know his advisors and you’re well used to his moods when they’ve been particularly nagging about his duties as king—what’s set him off. the indication that it’s worse than typical is that he keeps that odd eye jewelry perched upon his nose, chain gleaming yellow in the light of the flames as he stalks over to your lounging form upon the bed.

his arm finds your legs over the nightclothes you wear, wraps around them firmly to move them just enough for him to perch on the edge of your mattress. they don’t leave, even as you set aside your book—you expect him to lay his head on it, anticipating the typical song and dance of his pouting and whining as you push him away only to relent and let him hold you as you both drift off into slumber.

instead he hovers. even sitting he looms over you, hand tightening on your thigh and thumb rubbing soft, meaningless patterns through the fabric of your dressing gown that soothe the nerves set on edge by your inability to see the look in his eyes.

a beat passes. you wonder if he’s calmed.

but when he speaks it’s terse, low, with the kind of simmering rage he keeps close to his chest for only those pitiable few he despises utterly, and he dips his head to look over the frames of those onyx lenses and regard you with irises dark with something terrible.

“i will not give you a child.”

the statement bowls you over. your breath hitches, if only because of the way he stares—deadly serious,

“wh—what?”

“i will not allow you to bear my children. i might be amenable to a ward, if you so desire. but i will not seed you,” his grip tightens on your thigh, “and it should go without saying that once we marry neither will any other.”

you haven’t a clue how to respond to such a thing.

he speaks as if it’s a confession; as if he’s betrayed you somehow. he holds you like you’ll disappear, or flee—and perhaps, had he told you this months ago when you’d been flighty and diffident with his affections, your rigidity might have led you to. but it is now, and you haven’t fled yet, and your beloved is nothing if not unconventional and shameless in his eccentricity.

you ponder on that too long.

“say something,” he demands, sounding almost small.

“why?” spills from your lips without thought; not petulant, or angry, but confused. not just by him—by you. you ought to be devastated, no? you ought to be angry. you assuredly are not.

“my bloodline as it has been for generations is a scourge,” he tells you readily. “i will do everything within my power to wipe it out. therefore, i cannot have an heir. not even one.”

not even one. not a single child. the thought washes over you like the temperate water of the lake on your grounds back home, the very one you’d once played in regularly as a child. the very one your mother had once mentioned taking your own children to, someday; children who you never fantasized about, children who never had faces or names, children who you never set aside letters or dresses or trinkets for to gift on birthdays.

not even in those teenage years spent with your current betrothed, the only man you’d ever thought of kissing and caressing you, had you once envisioned a life with children. they’d only appeared once you’d been brutally introduced to reality, and had to accept the promise of a life with a rich man who doesn’t love you.

a life which your king has gallantly shattered, and replaced with something far brighter.

“i will bear the burden of prevention,” he tells you soothingly, as if your silence has been about the effort of this request. “you needn’t worry that pretty mind over it. over any of this, my queen—“

“i am not yet your queen,” you interrupt, instinct bidding you to speak where your mind remains miles away.

“my bride,” he amends, ”look at me.”

you do.

“i want you,” he says, as if it’s some known truth of the universe, written in the stars. “i want you fervently, ardently. i won’t have another. but i will not give you my children. if you cannot take that slight, then so be it.”

the emotion that has been welling within you since the first words he'd spoken has become so intense it’s impossible to listen properly. you cannot name it without ruminating; you lay beneath him, eyes widening, not quite seeing—or hearing the words he continues to say—as you let it all sink in.

but when his hands fly to cradle your face, you’re snapped from the daze, attention suddenly brought back to the man before you.

“oh, oh, precious girl, don’t cry.” cry? his thumbs wipe away tears from your cheeks. you hadn’t even realized they’d been falling. “don’t cry”—he almost laughs, yet his voice breaks—“you’ll break my heart.“

“no,” you gasp, “no, my king, i’m hardly sad, i’m… relieved.”

that’s it. you’re relieved. he’s removed a heavy weight from your chest and you hadn’t even known of it. you will not have to bear him children. the assurance floods through your veins like liquid joy. not ten, not five, nor two nor even one; none whatsoever.

“relieved?” he repeats, blinking in surprise.

you’d never even considered the possibility. from the moment you’d known of your place in this world you’d resigned yourself to the role of childbearing. only now do you realize how much you had been dreading such a thing. only now do you understand the fear, and the relief.

“i… don’t believe i want children either.” the statement feels so final it ought to be terrifying, but it settles into your bones with a tangible rightness.

your betrothed regards you in shock. his hands fall from your face—and then they latch to your body, one on your thigh again and the other behind your neck, pulling you up and flush against him as he kisses you harshly.

“you’re so perfect,” he breathes into your mouth, unreactive yet pliant against him. “made for me, just for me, i swear—“

you kiss back, making his rambling cut off in a strangled growl as he only tugs you in closer and deepens the embrace. he’s still speaking, but it’s unintelligible; praise, certainly, muffled compliments and manic devotion. he’s relieved too, you realize. foolish to think him confident in this declaration. foolish, you’re coming to understand, to think him sane in any circumstance which might take you from him.

(if you are made for him then he is made for you, surely. this relief would be impossible for any other to give you.)

he pulls away when he realizes you’re still crying. you catch your breath, blink back the tears, let him fuss over you until your voice is solid enough to speak.

despite the relief, there is lingering hesitance; lingering fear. “you say you will bear the burden of prevention, but what of the burden of blame? they will talk, as the months go by. they will call me barren, unfit to be by your side; they will demand you take on a mistress—“

“i won’t,” your betrothed snarls, grip on your thigh almost painful with how fiercely his fingers tighten, “i would never, and i’ll cut down all those who speak ill of you.”

your laughter is disbelieving, wet with the traces of saltwater. “hardly a sound plan to run a court, my king. unless its intent is for running it to the ground.”

“for you, my heart? anything. i would raze this kingdom if it spoke your name without awe.”

that shouldn’t be comforting. it ought to be terrifying. instead you reach up to hold his cheek, and his eyes flutter closed at the contact.

“kiss me again,” you command.

#ask.🌧 #anon #usurper!gojo #char.🌧 gojo #mine.🌧 #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

[petrichorium]

i am not vic but ohhhmhyyogofr your post about gojo and his greatest fear of getting you (us???) pregnant is making rounds in my head. if u would like to share more of your thoughts please know i will be SEATED!!!!

I will not lie the thing I have written is more about his mother and how he projects her onto you wrt his fears abt getting you pregnant so it’s v much a gun Ive cocked and aimed at vic specifically LMFAOOOO

But there’s many angles to his refusal to have kids imo so I’ll ramble abt a few of them. If this is going to hurt ur feelings DO NOT open the read-more it’s not a happy take on motherhood

he does not believe he’d be a good father point-blank. I think his dad was p much nonexistent in his life—in fact I can’t decide if I think he even knows who his dad is/was—and in general he keeps too much of an emotional distance between himself and everyone else for him to be comfortable with the idea of being responsible for raising a whole child. His role as a teacher is not paternal to me, in contrast to chars like Aizawa or Qifrey who are paternal in their roles. JJK is very explicit in its depiction of sorcerers as people who do not have long lifespans, and the majority do not make it past high school. The teaching role in that sense is less a father figure and more someone raising cattle for slaughter. He can’t afford to become too attached to his kids; the vast majority are going to become Haibaras or, if they’re strong enough, Getous. It’s a hard life. He firmly believes he’d treat his own kid the same way. You are the exception, and sometimes he still has to distance himself from you—a kid doesn’t deserve that from its own father.

he is RADICALLY oppositional to everything that has to do with the old conservative way. This includes providing his clan more breeding stock—because frankly, that’s what his children would be. There’s no chance of him passing his powers down (only one person can have Limitless at one time, a power that isn’t even that enormous without the Six Eyes and he’s the first person in 600 yrs to have them both) and he’s also aware that either he or his kids will die first, and if it’s him there’d be nothing to stop his clan from just taking them away to use them to breed another one of him. Idk how any decent person would be comfortable having kids knowing that or assassination would be their fate, but hey I’m kinda an anti-natalist so I’m pretty biased LMFAOOOOOO

BUT FINALLY. THE PART WE RLLY CARE ABOUT (and the most important part to him—again those first two points are why he’s always been terrified of having kids but this one shows up when he realizes he wants you for the rest of his life) if there’s anything worse than being gojo in a situation where he’s had a kid, it’s the poor soul he impregnated. Because like. He’s GOJO he’s untouchable but you, no matter who you are but esp if you’re not a particularly strong sorcerer/a non-sorcerer straight-up, are absolutely touchable. Like the odds of you being outright assassinated (during the pregnancy by other clans or after the pregnancy by his OWN as a power grab) are so high that the chance alone would be enough to make him get snipped. But having his children would erase you. You’re no longer you the moment it happens; suddenly you’re the mother of gojo satoru’s children, and you bear the burden of everything that entails.

You’ll be blamed when his kids are powerless even though everyone knew it would happen. You’ll have them stolen from you the moment you let your guard down. You’ll be ridiculed and shamed and dehumanized until you’re a shell of who your used to be. And it won’t matter that unlike his father he’ll stay by your side, because ultimately he’s the one who did this to you. It won’t matter if you do everything right, their lives will still end in tragedy. It won’t matter if you truly genuinely wholeheartedly always wanted children and always loved them… you’ll end up resenting them. And him. And yourself, for your resentment. And if you’re like his mother………. you won’t be able to take it. Nobody would be able to take it.

He cannot allow it to happen

#ask.🌧 #anon #trying to keep the details abt his mom secret but!!! it’s hard!!! #again I think the fear is tied to his mother and a desperation not to let the same thing happen to u #but I have smthn cool written already that I await vic asking for 🙏🏻 if they manage to see it LMFAOOOOO #no children

[neochan]

cuddling with jeno or chenle but it quickly turns to you helping him slide his dick into you so he can slow fuck you/cockwarm.

-🌧

it doesn't take long for them to realize what you pushing your ass back against them means, so hurriedly they help shove your pajama shorts to the side so they can slip into you. the difference between the two is jeno will cockwarm and respect your wishes to just cockwarm. chenle promises no such thing and it usually ends up with your face being pushed into the pillow, subject to him roughly fucking you.

#https://neochan.kr ┊ ❪ დ ❫ sweetbox #🌧 — [anon] #chenle smut #jeno smut #nct dream smut #nct jeno smut #nct chenle smut

[gurlwthluv]

Why not me…

#anorexcya #th1n$po #🌧 anon #motylki #anorexik #skinny #skinny girl #thin #diet #i wanna be skinnier #i wanna be tiny #i wanna lose weight #i wanna be weightless #i wanna be perfect #I wanna

[strawbubbysugar]

Do you.... perhaps have a sona?

- 🌧 anon

Since this is a pseudonym account I didn’t have a sona, but you inspired me to make one! :D this is also my way of telling y’all you can call me Bubby!

#my art #ask #bubby #mmmmbubby #🌧 anon

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Me ? Coming over ? Lady I'm innocent

But c'mon picture this, a spirit have been tormenting you for the past months, doing many things to you; stealing your panties -or your clothes in general, now oops no other choice but naked, even better if it's right when you get out the shower-, putting your toys in full display to encourage you to use them, making the person you were about to sleep with run away, or even your boyfriend, touching you in very inappropriate ways in public/with people around to the point that now you have developt the ultimate poker face etc etc

Now you're tired, you can't keep him around; no matter where you move, he follows, so it's definitly YOU the target. So you do everything to get rid of him but nothing works !! That cocky bastard even get you the materials for the rituals. And who nows, maybe at each failed attempt he spanks you good for trying to put him away, cue, the reason he gives you the materials because he likes doing it

Anyway, I don't see why I'm in trouble

-🌧️

I kind of love this idea a lot

#ask #billy russo #🌧 anon #ghost!billy russo

[l3viat8an]

FUCK MAN THE HORNY IS TAKING OVER

i literally CANNOT stop thinking about mutual masturbation with levi.... like imagine using a vibrator or something on yourself and making levi watch while he touches his cocks 😳😳

-🌧️🍄

Nsfw content MDNI

You can’t just send this to me and expect me to act normal 😩

Obviously establish relationship and Levi isn’t that shy in this- 

You definitely planned this, don’t get me wrong!! Levi loves the idea but he’d never bring it up-

Levi watched you intently, feeling his cock throb just at the sight of you. He couldn't believe this was happening, but he also couldn't look away….. his eyes widened whenever you moved the vibrator against your sex.

"Wow...T-that's...wow….." he stammered, his hand moving along his cock(s).

He couldn't help but admire the way your body moved, the little gasp that escaped your lips and the pleasure on your face as you used the vibrator on yourself. He eagerly followed along, stroking himself to match your pace, his own soft moans joining yours.

"Oh...oh, Levi... feels so good.” you moaned, making sure he knows you’re thinking of him….even as your eyes eagerly watch his hands moving along his cock(s) almost hypnotically…..the pleasure inside of your building. Levi could feel himself getting close too, and he knew that he wasn’t going to last long….not if you kept moaning like that~

"I'm almost...almost……" Levi muttered. "Can I...can I cum with you?" he asked, not wanting to finish before you.

“Yes…p-please Levi” you gasp out moving the vibrator up and rubbing it over your clit as you work yourself closer to an orgasm

Levi nodded, his hand starts moving faster on his own cock(s) as he watched you. The room was filled with your sweet moans, Levi’s higher whines and the soft, wet sounds of your combined movements

"F-fuck, you're- you’re so beautiful…” Levi whines, his eyes still locked onto the where the vibrator and you hands moved against your sex.

Between Levi's words and the steady stimulation from the vibrator, you just couldn't hold it in anymore. Your body trembled as you cum, waves of pleasure shooting through you. Levi followed soon after, spilling his seed all over his hands with a low groan.

Both of you were left panting and covered in sweat, a content smile on your face as Levi moves to cuddled you close. "That was...amazing…..” he whispered, lips brushing over yours.

#🌧🍄 anon! #fuck I hope this is okay- as always I’m writing at 2am and idk 🤠 #obey me! #obey me #om! #obmswd #roro writes #obey me levi x reader #obey me levi x you #obey me levi x chubby reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me leviathan #obey me levi smut #obey me leviathan smut #obey me levi #obey me imagines #obey me ficlet #obey me x reader #obey me x chubby reader #obmswd levi #obmswd levi x reader #obmswd leviathan #obmswd smut #om! smut #om! leviathan #om! levi #om! x reader #levi <333

[merakiui]

Ok, but like…Idia with an Idol darling (Plus points if they’re like shizuku Hinomori, look up if ya don’t know) He’s already obsessed with them so what about if an idol group visits NRC a for a partner up with vil?? Whatever thoughts you have is up to you ^^ (also, if it ain’t a bother can I be 🌧️ anon?)

We’ve seen how passionate Idia can get when it comes to his favorite idols and how fiery he gets when defending them, so him with an idol darling is always so fun to consider! He puts you on such a high pedestal, likening you to some untouchable deity who is too sweet and pure for this world. But even Idia knows you’re not perfect and that most of your career is built on lies. Some idols aren’t allowed to date as per their contracts and company’s policies, and so it seems that way on the surface. But most of the time these idols have partners they keep secret from the media. After all, idols are only human. You’ll want to be with someone you like; that’s only natural. Idia chooses not to think about the things you sweep into your shadow so that the rest of you can shine and enthrall.

Idols are marketed to be accessible, to only have eyes for the fans. There’s a certain immersion they aren’t allowed to break by doing things that are considered normal outside of the idol sphere. Dating, drinking, and even sexual relations are all normal facets of human behavior, yet when piled onto an idol they become heavy burdens and sins that darken the supposedly pure and saccharine existence of an idol.

Idia hates it whenever anyone slanders you or tries to sully your name by coming up with outlandish lies to make you seem like a monster. He doesn’t care if you’re filthy and broken behind your innocent idol veneer. He still loves you! He could spend hours sitting in front of his monitor, watching you dance and sing, piecing together bits of your real personality when he rewatches old interviews. He knows you’ll never know of his existence. He knows that every hand you shake, every piece of merch you sign, and every concert you perform are meant to appease the fans as a whole, never individually. And yet when you speak to the fans, it’s always “you.” Saying things like “I love you!” and “Thank you for your support!” always feel so singular to Idia—as if you’re thanking a particular fan. Sometimes he believes it’s him you’re addressing. He can pretend you only think of him when talking to the fans up on stage, but deep down he knows he is but a mere speck of sand in a vast ocean of people. Is he just a number in your eyes? Another digit added to a growing fan base? Are they all numbers to you? Is his worth based on how much he spends on you—how far he goes in support of you?

Idia’s greedy. He wants you all to himself. He wants to take you away from the hateful world you’re trapped in and keep you locked safely away in confinement. It may be impossible to bottle a star, but he can certainly try. If not in real life, he’ll bottle you in his mind as you occupy his every thought. One day he’ll have you. One day you’ll no longer have to suffer behind the scenes. Idia’s sure of it, but then he’s also terribly bewitched by you. Parasocial relationships are dangerous, especially between celebrity and fan. When Idia wins signed merch in a lottery, he’s certain you specifically picked him as the winner. That’s not how it work, but he likes to be delusional sometimes, if only to never break the beauty of the idol immersion.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #i may have gotten carried away and strayed from the concept you presented me with >_< #but i’ve always thought idia falling for an idol is so !!!!!! #and you may absolutely be #🌧 anon #i look forward to seeing you in my inbox more!! :D

[revasserium]

Congrats to 3k ! You deserve every single follower ! Your writing is awesome 🥳✨💓

thank you so much darling !!! <3 i do think it's a bit inflated bc i went on a massive hiatus for like 2.5yrs but i'm still so very thankful for everyone who's found me since then! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) muah!

#🌧 raindrops #anon love

[pluviophile-imagines]

Give ✋🏻✋🏻✋🏻✋🏻

Extended argument from this drabble, which i cut for length; reader is gn but implied to be shorter than alhaitham (tho not smaller or by any significant amount)

“You stole my book.”

Your voice echoes in the vast, airy private room Alhaitham has squirreled himself away within. He remains silent where he sits in a plush chair, piles of similar books around him, and your footsteps are sharp as you approach.

“Nothing to say for yourself?” You cross your arms as you finally get close.

He doesn’t look up from the scroll he’s reading. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re not even reading it, asshole.” You wave towards where the one you’re searching for lays, unopened, atop a stack nearly to your waist. His gaze follows your hand and he gives a little grunt of acknowledgement when he sees what you’re talking about, as if he hasn’t been acutely aware of what you wanted the moment you walked in.

“And when will you return to your actual research, then, instead of this little sidetrack?”

You pause. “I’ve been researching.”

Eyes sliding back to you, he tilts his head just barely, and you can see on his face that you won’t be getting the book—no, he’s decided to pick a fight. “Nothing of importance to your thesis.”

“Celestia’s sake, Alhaitham, I’m not doing this with you today. Give me the book.”

“How many times must I tell you that the Akademiya does not exist for your selfish, ever-changing whi—“

You lunge for it, entirely certain you’ll fail, and you do—he’s launching himself out of the chair faster than you can blink, grabbing you by the waist to slow you down just enough for him to snatch your book from the top of his pile before you can. His touch has your breath hitching, your mind acutely aware of how thick his arms feel around you and the warmth of his broad chest against your back.

Just as quickly, though, he’s gone. Those arms yank away from the hold on you like they’ve been burned as he raises to his full height behind you. Whatever lingering fluster you’d still been feeling is replaced swiftly by rage.

“You’re so childish,” you hiss, spinning around to face him. “Just give it to me.”

“Unfortunately I need it for my own research, which is why the librarians released it despite you hoarding it from others.“

“Hoarding it? That’s rich coming from the man who used his title to steal the book I asked them to hold for me just to piss me off.”

Those eyes narrow at you. “I would never abuse my authority as Scribe of the Akademiya in such a way.”

“Bite me,” you snarl, and instead of snapping back he casts his gaze aside. His jaw flexes, mouth pursed with a suppressed something you dare not think about.

“If you truly need this book so desperately,” Alhaitham begins, slow like he’s only just thought about it, “perhaps I would be more amenable if you asked politely.”

“I asked politely in the first place, you picked this fight.”

“I’d hardly call storming into my study room and making demands polite.”

Huffing, even less convinced you could possibly succeed, you make another attempt at grabbing your necessary research material that fails entirely when he just lifts his arm above his head and behind him. You end up stumbling into him instead, all but falling onto him, and pull back to save yourself the embarrassment of him having to catch you.

Though you don’t put too much distance between the pair of you. You remain close enough to lift a hand and poke your finger against his chest.

“Give. Me. The book.” You punctuate each word with a prod, rising further up on your toes every time. He stares down at where you’re touching him, then lifts his chin as he meets your eye and raises the book even higher, the corner of his mouth curling up just slightly in the hint of a smirk.

“I might consider it if you begged.”

“Wh— you—” You sputter for a moment before using the hand already at his chest to shove him away, acutely aware of the heat blooming on your face, not entirely registering how he uses the momentum of your push to fall back into the chair you’d found him in. “You’re impossible.”

And with that you turn to storm off.

#ask.🌧 #haruchiyos #anon #mine.🌧 #char.🌧 alhaitham #genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader

[petrichorium]

whats an ermine

Lil weasely dudes. Incredibly shaped.

Ermines r specifically w the white winter coat & can refer to a couple diff weasel species that go white in winter but in this case these r all stoats. They have a brown coat most of the time

#ask.🌧 #anon #JUST SOME LITTLE GUYS

[cinnamonbitess]

#c 🦋 #🦋ed #🦋.txt #🦋 tips #🦋meme #🌧.txt #🌧 anon #🌧memes #c 🌧 #e 🌧

[neochan]

“A night to remember” + Jaehyun

-🌧️

𝗔 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 — 𝗝.𝗝𝗛

in a world of monotonous routine, your life as a call girl has become stagnantly boring. the same customers, the same kinks, the same old management. until one night, you're met with a new client - one who prefers to keep his name to himself and only books you for a single night, and shit is it one to remember.

𝗦𝗡𝗜𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗧 | "if I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?" the ice in his drink clinks against the side of his glass when he raises it to his lips, eyebrows mirroring your surprise.

it was common for you and your clients to share intimacy outside of the bedroom if they booked the full girlfriend experience - he should know that.

"yes, i suppose i could." you pause for a beat, "we are in a sex club right now, i don't think it would be out of place."

"would you be opposed to giving them a show?" he speaks the words slowly, as if he was afraid he'd push your boundaries and you'd flee.

you look around the room at the variety of people, most covering their faces more than their body. your own mask sits precariously across one half of your face. the anonymity would make it easy, but there was almost one hundred people crowding around the bar and lounging on the couches.

"i'm not sure, it's completely situational. that's a lot of people."

he starts nodding before you finish your sentence, "understandable." settling back against the leather couch, he props an ankle across his knee, and points a finger, "what about just him?"

following the direction he was pointing in, you see an insanely tall man leaning across the wall and sipping a drink. he didn't have a mask on like everyone else, and his shirt was missing too. abs of steel and deeply defined pecs sit on his chest, and when he catches you staring, he gives you a lopsided smile.

"who is he?"

a low chuckle slips through the lips of the man in front of you, and when you turn back to look at him, his eyes are dark, "that's my bestfriend."

"am i allowed to know his name?"

he shrugs, "it's johnny.

#🌧 — [anon] #jaehyun smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #jaehyun x reader #i have smth like this in the planning stages #not with jaehyun #but you never know