#I LOVE YOU IMMY

[cringefaecompilation]

what if imogen gets lucky and kills otohan by hitting her jetpack with a really strong lightning bolt and just turns her into chunky salsa. like they're all ready to attack her when the explosion clears but then otohan bits just start raining down on them and they all just stand there like

was it that fucking easy the whole time.

[cardi-c]

[llama--plumbobsims]

Immy's (Carys's) Lovestruck Faves

[normal-thoughts-official]

today's kiss moodboard

[paperglader]

When fcg was all judgy like “you were happy, you wanted to go there.” After Imogen’s dream, I just think that it’s such a shame that laudna wasn’t there cause she would’ve been full on:

No, for real. She would’ve been so supportive, always the first one to validate her feelings. And I’m just sad that that person’s so far from Imogen at the moment 🥺

[pinayelf]

HELP IM LITERALLY SCREAMING ?? ?? AND KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLINg?? ? ?? ? ?

[imaginetoomuch]

finished playing i2-4. i cried so much throughout the entire thing because line after line of dialogue just kept hitting me RIGHT IN THE HEART !!! it genuinely might be one of my favourite cases from all the aa games. not particularly for the case itself (which i did enjoy, but i pinned the Bastard as the killer as soon as he was introduced purely cause he was a Piece Of Shit) but for the CHARACTERS!!! the interactions between everyone was so fantastic, edgeworth's unwavering belief in kay never failed to make me tear up (i'm weak for dadworth content), kay's sprites throughout the case really spoke to me, edgeworth's entire development across all the aa games coming to a head, the constant reminder of blaise just being a horrible person finalised by his horrific cruelty towards his son, courtney's conficting reveal that she's been trying to take down blaise... there's so much i can't even summarise, this case just had so many emotionally hitting parts that made me SOB AND SOB AND SOB!!! and to top it all off. by the end of the case you're realising this is all simply a prelude to something much larger than you could've pictured earlier on in the game... it's a wonderful case really

[pinkierre]

detectives yukierre drabble | for my love @yukierres

Pierre is slumped over his desk as the Captain of the Police Department is doing his weekly ‘Monday morning’ update round. Normally, Pierre at least tries to fake attention to these talks, but he really couldn’t fall asleep last night. It was even more difficult than usual, seeing the clock hit 3am and then 3:30 until he finally left consciousness. It’s led to him being on his third cup of coffee even though it isn’t even 9am yet.

“And last but not least, we’re delighted to be joined by Detective Tsunoda, who has transferred all the way from Tokyo to join the Whitechapel PD.” Pierre hears his Captain say before his coworkers give a round of applause. The sudden wall of noise has definitely woken him up a bit, even if it’s just temporary.

“Off you go, let’s make London a better place than we left it yesterday.”

The people who’ve come into the office just for the update speech filter out of the room immediately, leaving Pierre lonely at his desk. He powers on his computer as he sinks back down in his chair. Coffee. He still needs coffee. A lot of it. He tries to justify walking to the Starbucks down the road, or if he’s just going to have a crappy cup at the office…

“Gasly.” The Cap says as he shakes Pierre from whatever sleep deprived train of thought was going on in his head.

“‘Morning, sir.” He croaks out as his gaze focuses on the figure hiding behind Captain Tost.

“Tsunoda is yours. I trust you can show him the ropes?” He says before walking off and revealing a brand new Detective Tsunoda to Pierre.

Pierre is frozen in his place, staring at an equally frozen Detective in front of him. The man looks… familiar. Very familiar, actually. As if they’ve met before, or even a couple of times.

“Hi.” The man in front of him croaks out, seemingly having recovered from being stumped a lot faster than Pierre.

“Hello.” Pierre stammers out, sitting up straighter as he’s taking in the appearance of his new colleague.

Where could I have seen him before? Pierre thinks to himself as the pair of them keeping staring at each other.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” Detective Tsunoda asks him. So it’s not just Pierre then, who has got this feeling that they know each other from somewhere.

Pierre stands up, extending his hand for the other man to shake.

When their hands connect, a jolt of electricity runs up his arm and ends up in his heart, making it skip a beat.

“Yeah, I think you do.”

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My beloved <3 Happy birthday! You know how much Fantasy Fest is kicking both our asses, but I couldn’t go without at least writing you a little something something in our ‘detectives yukierre’ au. This might become a scene or we might end up deleting it all, who knows! Can’t wait to eventually work this out idea out with the plan we’ve got!

Darling, I love you <3 I’m so happy to call you a friend of mine. I hope you’re having the loveliest day! 

[boysbeloving]

send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome ✨☀️

IIMMMMMYYYYYY 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭

thank you.....this is so sweet of you (and given what my life is right now, i could really use some reassurance that i'm nice and have a good heart lol)

[fuckyoutommie]

guys i’m SOOOO high 🤭

and i just love my friends soooo much !!!!

had the worst day ever but then i talked to my friend about it and she made me feel soo much better!!

the day ended super stressful at work but then i got home and felt at least a little better!

currently VERY high and thinking abt what this silly little band from christmas-capitol-of-the-worldsville has given me !!!!!!!! i never thought i would have such love and understanding surround me like it is. i’m so fucking grateful for my friends 🧡🧡🧡🧡

[general-kalani]

which muse is the trickiest to get into character for?

{ Prompt from here! }

---

I find actually most are REALLY easy to get into by playing their specific playlist!..

And then there's my Mordecai, there's my Dessler, there's my Claudia Grant-

Ones that DO have a playlist yet I find I have to take a day or two to get into the writing mood for them and even then struggle to do it.

All the muses I have on hiatus at the moment are the hardest ones for me to currently get into the writing urge for just because, despite having a playlist dedicated to them they just don't work for me so I had to put them to one side.

But specifically THE hardest one to get into?

Between Anton Ferner and Fritz Joseph Bittenfeld. One's got a playlist the other doesn't but they're SO difficult to write even though they both have no threads.

[soobinsonly1bf]

soobin + discord esex

warnings: nsfw, afab!reader, literally esex on discord, soobin's kinda subby here, mutual masturbation ig??, jerking off, fingering, they're teasing (more like mocking) each other nonstop, soobin's a pervy loser, it's cringy and they know it, dirty talk, use of pet words (pretty boy, good boy)

!!nsfw under the cut, minors dni!!

"god, i need you so bad right now..." soobin mumbled, phone in his one hand and his cock in the other one... he strokes his dick desperately while looking at the phone screen. "please, please show yourself... i need to see you. just- just your face."

"my voice is not enough to make you cum?" you tease and see soobin turning on his camera to show himself and his pouty face.

"baby..." he whines, not stopping touching himself. you chuckle as you turn the camera on too, showing your face to him.

"happy? and now maybe you should show me your stupid cock?" you ask, acting calm, but in reality you're rubbing your thighs together since the beginning of your call when the first thing you heard were his damn whimpers...

"so it's stupid now?" he rolls his eyes at your words. "i think it's not so stupid when it's deep inside your stupid pussy."

"oh, so it's stupid now? i think it's not so stupid when you're fucking drooling at the only sight of me naked." you mock him.

"alright, alright, you won..." he says as he flips the camera, showing the hard cock in his fist. you gulp, you can't help it. you just want his pretty cock inside of you so bad...

soon you can only hear his little noises and the sound of him stroking his dick, all wet from his precum. you slowly put your hand on your already just as wet cunt. you rub it gently through your sweatpants and your breath hitches. it doesn't go unnoticed by your boyfriend...

"i know what you're doing." he says with the smirk you can't see, but you know damn well it's on his face right now, because he made you needy too. "show me." he says, but when he sees no reaction he adds "please?".

you just sigh. "i'm not even really doing anything yet..." then you see he stopped moving his hand on his cock and you sigh once again. "wait a second." you say and he's stroking himself again.

it's embarrassing, but you quickly pull your pants down, staying in just your underwear. you touch it right where the wet spot is... it really is embarrassing, how you're wet only because of soobin showing you his goddamn cock... but oh so pretty cock.

"bet you're not gonna last five minutes once i show you myself." you tease, fliping your camera for soobin to see how you're rubbing the visibly wet stain through your underwear... you can't help but notice how his hand started moving in a faster pace.

"oh god... and you dare to call my dick stupid when you're so goddamn wet?" he teases back. "i want to fuck you so bad right now..."

"what the fuck soob, it was so cringe." you say, but in reality you can feel yourself clench around nothing... it's getting more and more embarrassing.

"yeah i think the fact that we're just having discord sex is more cringe... i don't mind tho."

"maybe because you're-" you can't stop the little moan leaving your lips as you keep on rubbing your pussy. "you're just used to being a cringe loser."

"you just moaned, didn't you? who's a loser now?" he says as you pull your underwear down, but flip the camera back at your face. "fuck, i am the loser! 'm sorry, i'm the loser, so please- please show me." he mumbles, immidiately changing his tone.

you chuckle and put your phone on the pillow in front of you, now showing your whole body laying on your bed, but also your face. "yeah? wanna see, loser?" you ask as you spread your legs for him.

"you're so beautiful, god, so pretty..." he mumbles, jerking off his cock desperately. you see the precum literally dripping down his slit.

you chuckle and spread your folds, showing off your wet hole. "you'd love to slip your cock in here, yeah? come on, stroke yourself like you're fucking into me." you say and can immidiately see the effect you have on him.

"shit, gonna cum- i'm so close, i-" he whimpers and the next thing you see is soobin cumming all over himself, now slowly moving his hand up and down to let everything out.

you slip two of your fingers into your cunt, the sight of his release turning you on more than you thought it would... you start fucking yourself with your fingers, imagining it's soobin's cock going in and out of you.

soobin can't help, but keep on stroking his already overstimulated cock... he whimpers oh so loudly, you can imagine his pretty lips now. you finger yourself, desperate to also cum. "fuck- you came so good for me, yeah pretty boy? should i cum for you too now? will you cum again for me like a good boy you are?"

you hear him mumbling and whimpering, you can't even understand what he says, but the way his cock twiches tells you enough. soon you feel your legs trembling and the familiar feeling in your lower abdomen... you let out a loud moan as you're cumming on your fingers, still fingering yourself through it.

your eyes are squeezed shut, orgasm overwhelming you... but then you open your eyes wide, kinda shocked at soobin cumming once again, not as much as before, but still a lot.

"what the fuck... what are you, fourteen?" you say, still kinda disbelieving that he came so fast after his previous orgasm.

"oh shut up, not my fault you're hot!"

"yeah and it's not my fault you're a pervy loser." you say, hanging up the call.

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a/n: @jistagrams WORK WAS THE ONE THAT INSPIRED ME TO WRITE IT (sorry for tagging😭)

especially this one ss!! guys go to her profile immidiately and check this out!!!!!!

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

immy, i love you, but your "storm" is a migraine

[llama--plumbobsims]

tomarang - day 17

aspiration progress:

aiden

Achieve Gold in a Neighbourhood Potluck or Pool Party Event

Become Good Friends with Your Property Owner

Successfully Break a Unit Rule

[fleet-off]

So how about Vegas' Pete fixation and his obsession with the mundane. Has he swooned at Pete tying his shoelaces yet? Has he insisted on watching Pete brush his teeth? Has he followed Pete around while Pete's watering the plants, like a weirdo?

Can Vegas be in the room during Pete’s medical appointments can Vegas taste Pete’s sweat after a meal can Vegas put his fingers under Pete’s nostrils while he’s sleeping to feel him snore how would Pete react if Vegas injected saline under his skin—

Thank you for the lovely question, Immy, you know this is a favorite topic of mine. 😅

I just think there’s a pervading amazement with the physical reality of having a Pete in the house and everything that comes with him. And sometimes, because it’s Vegas, that comes out in ways that are invasive and probably too much (not that Pete minds).

So for instance, sometimes Pete grabs his bath towel and Vegas says, “I’ll join you”—only he doesn’t mean sharing the shower, he just wants to sit back against the bathroom counter and watch Pete bathe as the steam thickens the air and makes a gentle labor of breathing. You know?

More broadly, Vegas very much enjoys watching Pete wash up and brush his teeth and shave and do all sorts of little hygiene things. Pete has multiple times found him leaning against the wall outside the bathroom, arms crossed to feign nonchalance, unblinking eyes bright and edged with fascination.

(Pete would not say that Vegas follows him around like a cat, but only because Vegas would sulk if he did.)

At some point—to Vegas’s delight and Macau’s dismay—Pete stops locking the bathroom door altogether.

Many such cases, especially in the early months. Vegas has an uncanny sense of what Pete’s doing in the next room, based purely on the little grunts and hums he makes as he goes about his day. Vegas hates Pete's cheap instant coffee but he fucking loves to watch him drink it, will stroke his throat to feel him swallow. Vegas sends Pete photos shot from a distance sometimes, specifically so he can watch the motion Pete’s fingers do when he zooms in on a picture on his phone. (Sometimes he takes Pete’s hand in his and imagines how his fingers look under the skin.)

Pete vascillates between feeling bemused, flattered, and slightly flustered about all this. There is something in satiating Vegas’s desires just by dint of existing in his presence. Pete’s only ever been worth what he’s capable of doing--never simply what he is and how he’s known.

[lipglossanon]

Radar Love

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A Little Savory tier commission for Immy<3

Word count: 1995

Thank you so much for the request! 💜

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, kissing, teasing, flirting, cockwarming, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, math homework 🤭

proofread! But apologies for any mistakes | may have missed 🫣

Title from Radar Love by Golden Earring

⌌⊱⇱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰⌏🌟⌎⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⇲⊰⌏

You didn’t think twice when Leon offered to help tutor you for the math test you were struggling to pass. And at the start, he was super helpful. Then, once you started doing much better at solving the problems on the practice sheet, he got a little more lenient, a little more intimate in his tutoring. 

“C’mon, little sis,” he grins at you, patting his knee, “sit on my lap and show me the problems you have left to work on.”

Biting your lip, you fidget with your skirt before finally moving to sit down on his lap with your back to his chest as you both face your scratch paper filled with equations. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs in your ear, chuckling when you shiver, “oh baby sis, you’re so cute.”

“Shut up,” you grouch, ignoring the arousal pooling in your belly at your close proximity to Leon. 

“Ooh, someone’s got an attitude,” he pokes your side with one hand while his other fiddles with the hem of your skirt, “don’t be so mean, I’m just trying to help my sweet little sister.”

“Uh huh, sure,” you snark, grinding down on his bulge, feeling his chubbed cock twitch against your ass. 

Hissing, he grabs your hip and slowly rocks up against you. 

“Such a tease,” he grunts, the hand by your skirt hem slipping underneath to tease across the gusset of your panties. 

His fingers quickly feel out your pussy to rub up and down your slit. 

“Mmm fuck, love this fat little pussy, princess,” he kisses the side of your neck, “gonna let me slide my cock in your tight, wet hole?”

Clenching the pencil in your hand, you grind back against his bulge, spreading your legs for him to tease your cunt through your damp panties even easier. 

“I’ll think about it,” you sass and he groans, fingers finding your clit and softly rubbing circles around it. 

 “C’mon, baby, just sit on my cock, don’t even have to bounce on it, just wanna feel that snug little pussy around my dick.”

You squirm as more slick fills your panties, “I don’t know.. I really need to study, big brother. I’m trying to pass this class.”

“Fuck,” he rocks against you a little quicker, “just cockwarm me while you study, princess. Promise I’ll be on my best behavior. Really wanna feel you.”

You hum, pretending to think about it although internally you’re pleased as punch that he’s begging you. 

You sigh good naturedly, “Is that really such a good idea? You’ve been pretty distracting.”

His fingers massage across your clit making your thighs jump as you bite your lip, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure bubbles up through your veins. 

“Pinky promise I’ll be good,” he kisses your neck again, “pretty please, little sis? With sugar on top?”

You giggle at that, “Okay, Leon. But if you really distract me, I’m kicking you out.”

“Thank you,” he enthuses in your ear, fingers quickly moving your soaked panties down and off your legs. 

Shifting your skirt, he pulls his sweats down to his knees, weeping cock now jutting up from between your thighs to rub against your slick pussy lips. He hooks his chin over your shoulder to look down at your lap. 

He lazily thrusts against your cunt, “Can I do this for a sec, princess? Looks so fucking hot.”

You nod, eyes glued to the fat tip of his cock as precum beads at the slit to dribble down his shaft. 

“Look at that chubby little pussy,” he groans, “fuck, ‘m the luckiest big brother, huh?”

“Uh huh,” you clench your thighs making him buck up a little harder, “so lucky I spoil you.”

“Yeah you do,” he readily agrees, cock rubbing against your cunt until you squirm against his lap. 

“Putting it in now, princess,” he murmurs softly, pushing the fat tip past your clenching hole until he’s buried all the way to the hilt in your wet heat. 

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he hisses, teeth biting into your clothed shoulder, “so fucking wet and tight, y’got the perfect pussy, baby sis.”

Your cunt spasms and clenches down on his dick at his words. 

“Go on, work on your problems and I’ll let you know if it’s wrong,” he chuckles, big hands moving to your hips to grip them tightly. 

Tamping down the moan you feel wanting to break free, you try extra hard to concentrate on the paper in front of you and not your step brother's fat cock deliciously stretching you open. 

Leon nuzzles into your neck, brushing some of your hair away so he can kiss and suck the skin in front of him. 

“Leon,” you grit out, pussy fluttering around his cock as it throbs inside your slick walls, “behave.”

“I am,” he coos sweetly, “didn’t think something this small would get to you, princess.”

He nips at your neck and you whimper. 

“I mean it.”

“Okay, okay,” he relents, settling back in the chair, “since you can’t handle it, I’ll just enjoy myself with—“

“I can handle it,” you huff out, “I can handle whatever you dish out.”

“Suure, princess,” he mocks, “you don’t have to pretend with me.”

“Go ahead, big brother,” you grind down on his lap making him hiss, cock kicking inside your soaked cunt, “I can study just fine.”

“Yeah?” he hums before chuckling and kissing your neck, “let’s see if you can.”

Nothing happens at first. Leon runs his hands up and down your sides, groping your hips before moving down to squeeze your thighs. It lulls you into a false sense of security and you easily go back to working on your practice test. 

A gasp parts your lips when Leon’s hands sneak under your shirt to cup your breasts. Glaring at your paper, you ignore him although the slow drag of his fingers up to the stiff peaks of your chest makes your thighs tremble. 

Cupping your breasts in his hands, he circles your hardening nipples with his thumbs, brushing back and forth and sending little electric currents of arousal straight to your clit. 

“I don’t see you writing anymore,” he teases in your ear.

“I’m stuck on this problem,” you lie to cover up the fact Leon is making your cunt throb from playing with your nipples.

“Ohh,” he laughs, tugging on your hard buds gently before squeezing your tits, “let big brother take a look then.”

He leans over your shoulder and studies the paper on your desk. Humming, he keeps circling your sensitive nipples as he reads over the problem. 

“Big brother,” you whine, hips swiveling down to feel his cock rut inside your pussy.

He grunts and pinches your nipples between his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger before soothing the hard buds by dragging his fingers across them. 

“It looks like you didn’t apply the correct formula, princess,” he breathes hotly next to your cheek, “try the quadratic equation.”

Body feeling like a live wire, you nod and go back to your schoolwork. 

“It looks like you’re pretty much finished though,” he kisses your jaw, “wanna move this to the bed?”

He tugs on your puffy nipples until you squeal and bounce on his lap. 

“I need to finish this, big brother,” you whimper as he keeps groping and teasing your breasts. 

“C‘mon, we can work on it later,” he tempts you, “let me rail your wet cunt until I fill you to the brim, little sis.”

It sends a hot thrill down your spine to hear Leon say that instead of just doing whatever he wants with you; it gives you a boost of confidence. 

“One more problem,” you compromise, “if you’re a good boy and don’t do anything else to distract me, I’ll let you take me to bed.”

“So bossy,” you can hear the smile in his voice, “deal, princess. I’ll be a good boy for you.”

That last part’s whispered in your ear and it makes you pull your shoulders up to your ears with a giggle even as more arousal pools in your belly. True to his word, Leon slips his hands away and holds onto your hips as he watches you work on your last math problem.

As soon as you set your pencil down, Leon is picking you up off of his lap, cock pulling out with a wet schlick that has you both moaning. He moves over to your bed, manhandling you back into his lap but this time facing each other. 

“Do good boys get to fuck that juicy cunt, princess?” He smirks at you, flipping your skirt up so he can rub his slick coated cock against your pussy. 

“Yes, big brother,” you lay your hands against his chest as you angle your hips and sink down on his cock with a whine, “good boys get my cute princess pussy.”

“Fucking hell,” he moans excitedly, “need it, princess. Sit on my fucking dick and ride me.”

Whining, you feel him bottom out as your ass meets his thighs.

“Pussy needed me to stuff her full, huh? Need big brother to wreck your perfect fucking pussy,” he rabbits his hips up into your squelching cunt, “tell me, princess.”

Your nails sink into his shirt, digging into the skin underneath, “Yes, yes, m’pussy needs big brother’s fat cock stretching her open.”

Leon kisses across your throat, sucking marks into the sensitive skin and making you squirm and buck your hips. With a snarl, he grabs onto your ass and bounces you faster on his cock. 

“That’s right,” he chuckles at your fucked out expression, “my sweet baby sis just needs her big brother to take care of her.”

He kisses you roughly, tongue and lips devouring your own as spit leaks down your chin. Mewling, you roll your hips down, grinding your clit against his pelvis and making you cry out into his messy kisses. Leon snaps his hips up, burying his cock deep in your throbbing cunt. 

“Wanna feel you milk my cock, princess,” he rumbles from low in his chest, “gonna give this hot pussy a nice creampie.” 

“Big brother,” you whimper, hands pawing at his chest as you rock your hips into his rough thrusts, the sound of skin slapping loud in the room. 

“That’s it, work my cock with that slutty princess cunt,” he hisses, one hand coming down to spank your ass. 

Squealing, you clench around him as he keeps slapping his hand down on your ass cheek.  

“Gonna make me cum, big brother,” you whine out, bouncing hard and fast in his lap, “gonna milk your cock so good.”

“Fuck me,” he groans, swapping to slap the other cheek, “such a tight cunt, princess. This little pussy’s just begging for a hot load, right?”

He angles his hips until his fat cock grinds against your g-spot on every thrust, tightening the band of arousal pooled in your belly.  

Reaching down between you, his fingers rub soft, quick circles on your clit. 

“Cum,” you mewl, “g’nna cum, big brother, Leon—“

A high pitched wail leaves your mouth, pussy clamping down on Leon’s dick— walls fluttering and milking him like crazy. 

“So good,” Leon fucks his cock up into your clenching hole, “milking me so fucking good, princess. Gonna stuff this fat pussy like she deserves.”

He curses under his breath and buries his cock into your soaked hole. Groaning loudly, his cock spurts rope after rope of thick, sticky cum inside your wet heat. Rutting his cock softly inside your cunt, he shoots off again and again, painting your pussy walls white with his load.

Once his dick softens, he pulls out of you with a sigh and you slump forward onto his chest. His sticky spend drips down your thighs onto his softening cock. 

“Mmm, wanna nap and pick it back up again?” He murmurs, petting down your back. 

“Sure, after we clean up though.”

He laughs, “You got it, princess.”