#when the prettiest being would be there

[monameh]

PLEASE SOMEONE TELL MY MOTHER THAT I AM GOING TO ISKCON TO STARE AT KRISHNA NOT OTHER MENN

[bacchuschucklefuck]

Riz has counted four casseroles this week alone. Five, if one goes by the method of cooking, but Yelen's scary when she's crossed, and calling her burek by its proper name is important to her, so Riz does her the courtesy and doesn't include it in his mental tally.

He holds the tupperware over his head to keep it out if the way as he takes careful steps over the piles of notes in his path. The dockman case just closed, relevant documentations handed over to relevant personnels, evidences dealt with as needed; all he has lying around now is just record of the process and traces of himself thinking through it. Unsurprisingly they still haven't invented a surface more convenient for people under five feet who like to pace to put pieces of paper on than the ground.

Actual records go into the case folder with the other documents. Anything else with at least one side still blank is going to the school kids in the block - they chew through an astounding amount of paper just learning arithmetic. The rest is for the recycling basket.

Later. It's his mandated lunch break right now.

Riz sits down in front of the corner file cabinet. In an office often overrun with papers and strings and sometimes even thumbtacks, he's never really managed to clutter up this exact square of surface like every other ones. Ever since the bottom drawer rattled for no discernible reason a day long past, his eyes have always just kinda decided to slide across the space without acknowledging it.

It's years out, now. Riz doesn't know why he thought it such a big deal anymore, back then. He wasn't scared, he doesn't think. Not anymore. Maybe just uncomfortable with the idea that certain things persist despite all efforts to change.

He opens the tupperware. Dame Carabelle's experiment greets him with enough spice in the aroma alone to knock out a small mammal. When he chopped the vegetables for this casserole he couldn't really imagine the eventual heft of it, evident even through just these few ladles' worth, maybe weighing heavier for being still warm. His folk eat more through the smell and the textures and the aftertastes than the taste itself. His folk's meal is really the cooking rather than the eating. The eating is the meal's end.

"Hey," he tells the file cabinet's bottom drawer. "Um."

It's the anniversary. Riz doesn't know the exact date of his dad's death; nobody currently alive does. He and Mom both use the date of the funeral, though as he moved out to Bastion and then got more directly involved with Interplanar he hasn't really been going to Dad's grave as much. Doesn't seem like very efficient use of his time, catching a train or borrowing a car or spending a whole spell slot on going somewhere he knows Dad isn't at. They're sorta coworkers now. They talk on and off every other week between missions. When he goes now, it's just to clean up the place, keeping the landmark tidy and respectable.

Without that work to mark the date he doesn't really know what it serves anymore. But he still remembers it. Still takes note, absently or not, when it comes around.

There's not really a good way to tell the drawer that. Riz looks for another way to start the... conversation, hopefully. The question at play, he'd guess, is why he's doing this. He's been pretty content ignoring all the rattlings and the knocks from inside and the times it sits slightly ajar without him ever opening it himself; hell, he still uses the three drawers on top of it. Space is fucking precious in Bastion.

Precious enough to finally fix this damn drawer so he gets his turn to use it? Riz asks himself. Is that what we're getting to? Then he dismisses the thought - he didn't manage to fix it the times he actually tried, let alone-- now. When he doesn't really care that much to.

That's probably a good place to start. "'s fine if you keep being in there, turns out," Riz says.

The lunch hours are quiet in the block, sleepy and bright with the brief window of sunlight that manages to break through roof overhangs and extended balconies and laundry lines and climbing vines. Riz's work isn't loud here (the loud parts happen away from his office, if everything goes right), but the fragment of early summer heat reflected in the steady warmth his meal still carries compels him to lower his voice even more. It makes the words feel intimate, in a way he's never been familiar with - if he says something he just says it. He doesn't whisper. If he gives his friends something, he gives it open-palm. He's found out, along the way, that people usually don't think of rituals and courtesies the way he does.

Small voice for a diminished monster. "You know why I think so?" Riz asks. "Because almost two decades ago you kidnapped me and almost killed me, and now you rattle a drawer in my office."

It doesn't sound as much like a taunt as Riz wanted it to; the drawer has made a lot of noises again this morning when he checked the calendar, and he was definitely annoyed at it. Now, though, facing it like this after cooking the whole morning with more grandparents and peers from the block than he can count on both hands to cater for a tenant union meeting, he thinks the annoyance has morphed. Changed shape.

It has the shades of something like pity. Riz is not prone to pity, and especially not at these kinda matters. It's slightly maddening that he coheres perfectly outside of this one spot. That he commands his spaces, except for a drawer.

He puts the tupperware onto the floor between himself and the cabinet. "I know we're aware it's the anniversary," he says at the drawer. "You do this every year. You make a ruckus every time I decide to go do my job instead of mooching off my friends' aircon, and every time I get an invitation to some stupid social thing I want to turn down, and every time one of the old people tries to introduce me to a child or a nibling, because being a bachelor over thirty is weird," he pinches the bridge of his nose. "I have three fucking jobs. I love doing my fucking jobs. I'm forcing funds into infrastructures. You're never leaving, are you."

The drawer vibrates lightly. It's a very, very mild acknowledgement, considering the history of reactions Riz has gotten from this thing. Riz thinks it's emanating joyous agreement, or satisfaction.

It only sharpens the pity. Riz doesn't like that, but it's how it is. That's, ultimately, the lesson he's been taught over and over and over again, just by existing as himself, turned every which way by space after space that don't see him eye-to-eye: it's not like he'd quit living over any of it. It's not like any of it can sand off these fundamental pieces of him.

He's outgrown a lot of things, he's found out. Again, and again, and again. A childhood home, a yearly trip, a monster.

"'s probably scary for you, huh?" He asks. "Because I left."

He thinks he hears joints creak that sound like you did. Probably the way a scorned lover would say it, in a movie or a yellowback. He has no more connection to the idea than he did as a kid. Less, because it doesn't even scare him.

"That's what it is, right? That it's the anniversary, and I'll never be like Dad." He raises a knee from the floor, pulls it back closer to him. Slings an arm over it. "You love to remind me. The thing is, Dad also left. He loved Mom and he loved me, and none of us wanted it to happen, but it still did. Because love does fuckall to make anyone stay on its own."

He's long past being bitter about it. It's just the facts. Once upon a time he looked into the future and the specter of his friends' happily-ever-after casted lightless, fathomless shadow over him. Love, marriage, that kind of devotion, to a fifteen-year-old with more solved cases than friends seemed so eternal. Final.

But you can only watch your friends build up apps' worth of jilted lovers for so long before getting over it.

"You know what I learned?" Riz tells the drawer. "Love doesn't make anyone stay. Project management does."

He stands up, and picks up the tupperware of Dame Carabelle's casserole, that he helped make, that he helped share with a block's worth of neighbors and members of a community he's at home with, and goes sit at his desk to eat. "Last chance to get any," he drops an offer over his shoulder as he walks away.

He doesn't eat all of his share in one go. What he's spared he leaves on the desk when going outside for a smoke break. Baron looks the exact same as when he saw them last, when he catches a glimpse; they haven't grown at all. They aren't there when he comes back inside, but the leftover has gone days-old cold, like someone's sucked the future out of it.

[dapper-lil-arts]

had a hilarious thought on my hormones doctor appointment

[bookwyrm-art-stuff]

I analyze fandoms the same way I analyze the media they're built around and that should concern all of you

[likethexan]

Oenone as a character deserved her own Medea ending, she deserves better than to die for the coward who abandoned her

[arthur-lesters-spinal-cord]

Rip Noel you were just too pretty and Kayne couldn’t deal with the competition

[longagoitwastuesday]

Kusakabe, dear, you're too beautiful to be saying that kind of stuff

[sexynetra]

Olivia Lux is collecting selfies with my favorite queens tonight like they’re fucking infinity stones

[bhaalsdeepbat]

Keep thinking about the .00001% chance my Durge has a kid, and how impossible the circumstances would have to be, but also how both posh and feral a child raised by Durge and Astarion would be 😭

Like this baby is so good at using their baby charms to get everything they want but sometimes it's ridiculous shit like. You have this super spoiled child who is kind of a brat sometimes, but secretly a huge softy and is actually VERY well behaved for their parents & extended family...for the most part.

Sometimes a feral streak will hit them and they'll get the combination Dhampir/Bhaalspawn Zoomies. They're running around yelling about paving a path in corpses, Astarion is moving at top Vamp speed to keep up, Storm Sorc Durge flying over every which way trying to prevent shit from breaking/falling. But this is still just a child so at a certain point they overdo it and Astarion & Durge just fucking find them passed out with some squirrels they drained then slaughtered.

But also imagine the hunger this poor child would experience. Like they're the creation of two people with nearly uncontrollable appetites. The "Pets or food?" Dichotomy to an extreme. Living beings are literally their life source and their offering to the God whispering violence in their ear day in & day out. Cus you know Bhaal would be giving that little Bhaalspawn Special Attention. Cus he's petty af.

Like it would be so tragic, but could be such a good "resisting hunger & urges" story to explore esp with having to live their lives with both bc Dhampir Bhaalspawn baby wouldn't have Withers to take Bhaal's blood from them

[yoihino]

I see your 'Jax is an npc' theories and I raise you 'the one who actually is an npc is not Jax but Ragatha instead'. Because I think it being Jax is way too obvious (as we are only at the 2nd episode, if it was obvious at later in the season it would be understandable) and Ragatha would have much more impact on Pomni and everyone else on the cast than anyone else (drawing a parallel with Gumigoo, as well as Pomni not feeling so alone because of both of them).

[xumoonhao]

the day kpop companies realize not every group needs a rap line and when producers realize not all songs need a rap part is the day we will know peace. unfortunately, until then we will continue to suffer 🙏🏻

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I just had an interview at a pet store and when the manager took me upstairs to the office there was a CAT and I lightly gasped and said, "Oh hello!" And the manager said, "That's Ravioli, guardian of the office," GOD I hope I get hired

[freakalot]

"did you just spank me?" ☆

choso has wide eyes in the mirror's reflection as they meet yours. glossy and blown out with lust, but wide—nervous, like a deer stuck in headlights. you're bent over, back arched down as your boyfriends hands rest gently on your hips. there's a sting that lingers over your ass, and choso is holding his hand out like he's committed a crime with it.

it's not like he's vanilla—you're being fucked ass-up in front of a mirror so that you can watch him take what's his—but he's frozen still like he's appalled at his own actions.

"oh," he's flushing a gentle pink. "i'm sorry, i don't know why i did that. it was just so much and you were so—i mean... i wasn't thinking and—"

"do it again."

he's still balls deep inside of you—hips pressed tight against the flesh of your ass: his cock pulses inside of you, each veiny ridge filling you out like you're made for him. "why would i do that?"

“because it feels good,” you shrug, pushing back onto his cock a little. "cho, baby, i'm asking you to spank me, not commit a war crime."

"might as well be," he mumbles under his breath, looking down at the curve of your ass at his face scrunches up into an expression you've never seen on him before. is that... restraint?

your poor choso has never been all that good at controlling his wants and whims. he's a man whose body often betrays him: he couldn't hold an orgasm back to save his life, nor can he ever stifle those pretty moans of his. much like how he couldn't stop his hand from smacking against the flesh of your ass.

so, of course, you goad him on. clenching tight around his achy cock as you meet his gaze in the mirror. "i want you to spank me again, choso. be mean. make it hurt when i sit down tomorrow."

"i don't want to hurt you."

"don't you? you spanked me first, cho. i think you want it even more than i do."

his eyebrows furrow. its devastatingly cute for a man balls-deep inside of you. "shut up," he says with no real bite. "i didn't mean to."

"your hand just slipped and landed on my ass?"

"...yes."

you roll your eyes, and offer choso a smile in the mirrors reflection. “you look all embarrassed. just like that time you came just from kissing m—fuck!”

a sharp sting radiates over your ass cheek, and once you blink the shock out of your eyes, you’re met with a very sudden snapping of chosos hips into yours. he somehow manages to fuck you even deeper than before. with every thrust he sends you forward on the bed, until you’re no longer holding yourself up with your arms and your face is pressed right into the mattress.

“you always-” smack! “-make me feel-” smack! “-so nervous around you.”

your face screws up. “what?”

he stills, leans forward to take the sheet away from your face so you can look back at him properly. “i’m punishing you.”

“for what, giving you butterflies?”

“yes.” the sweetest of smiles pulls at his lips—you’d think it endearing if not for the way his hand slaps down onto your ass again, and he resumes his mean pace.

live and let cum, you suppose. choso drills into you in such a way that you’re cumming both quicker and harder than you ever have with him. your orgasm, the sweet way your pussy grips him in pleasured need, sends choso over the edge right after you. “mmm iloveyouiloveyouimsorryforspankingyouiloveyou”

of course with another mean spank to your ass, choso pulls out and exhales the prettiest moan you’ve heard from him as he releases all over your tender ass. you’re spent, and fucked so dumb you don’t chide him for then using his fingers to rub his cum around in soothing circles over your ass. you won’t admit it, but it feels kinda nice.

“sorry,” choso whispers as he reaches for something to wash you down with. “you should slap me as payback.”

“you’d probably like it.”

“…yeah.”

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ plug!gojo doesn't give a damn about drugs. not even a little. but he does give a damn about the prettiest girl in the world, so there he is, being financially irresponsible and buying up every stash he can get his hands on.

it all starts when he overhears you're looking for a new connection, his expert stalking skills finally paying off for something other than knowing your favorite brand of tampons.

apparently, your old dealer was getting greedy with those prices. for the most part, though, gojo just needs a pathetic excuse to get you in his orbit.

lovesick as fuck and utterly hopeless with money, gojo only deals to you. why would he sell to anyone else when he's blowing his cash for you in the first place?

you roll up to his messy dorm once a week, needing your fix. and every time, he insists you stay longer, for a smoke sesh. "just one blunt," he purrs, that predatory gleam in his baby blues. "it's on me, sugar. 's good shit."

gojo's always been a man of his word — it really is always the good shit. besides, who are you to say no to free pot?

so, you sprawl on his tangled sheets, a flimsy blanket barely covering your bodies, pillows shoved haphazardly behind your backs. you watch him expertly roll the joint, and for a guy who supposedly doesn't partake, he sure handles it better than you ever could.

gojo flicks his lighter, the tip glowing orange as he torches the end, letting the first sweet scent of cannabis fill the air. he always lets you take the first hit. it is for you, after all.

your eyes glaze over, a low, satisfied moan escaping your lips. oh, and another thing?

these smoking sessions have a nasty habit of devolving into raw, sweaty fucking. if blowing his entire paycheck to get you high is the price of admission to that sweet, tight pussy, then so be it. gojo is a willing fool.

gojo's never had sex with you sober, but even high, it feels amazing, like he's in heaven. his hips roll languidly against yours, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, with every thrust.

your eyes, red from the high, squeeze shut, back arching. no matter how many times he has forced his length into your snug cunt, you're still suffocating him, clenching by all means.

he presses a sloppy kiss to your calf, legs thrown over his shoulders. you're bent in a cruel mating press, but it's not as if you have the energy to protest.

he places the blunt between your swollen, from kissing, lips. "inhale," gojo commands, eyes trained on you, as you attempt to take a drag, but your breath hitches, too fucked-out.

he snorts, tapping it twice against your mouth. "sugar, try again."

he can't let all this go to waste, right?

[madamechrissy]

Pornstar! Sukuna

pairings- Pornstar!Sukuna x Pornstar!fem reader

warnings- explicit sex, filming porn (duh lol) spitting, smacking, oral (m and f receiving) Sukuna being mean to Gojo LMAO, creampie, obsessed Kuna

This was a request for the Sukuna in my Pornstar!Satoru fic, Baby You're a Star, where Sukuna is down bad for his co-star (you!) hehe, just a drabble for them, I hope ya'll enjoy, lmk if you would enjoy some more!

Pornstar! Sukuna loved licking his pretty co-star's yummy, soaking wet cunt up, fuck he feels it all over his face, how wet you get, the sweetness coating his taste buds when you tug at his hair. He's rutting his thick, leaky cock on the bed, groaning as he tastes you, fuck he loves it - but what he'd love it even more if Pornstar! Satoru wasn't there at all. Whiny, annoying, pouty Satoru was irritating him as he devours his favorite meal up. You.

Pornstar! Sukuna can't help but have a favorite co-star, one he tries to constantly star in films with, not that he would admit that to you or to anyone, you just assume that Sukuna and you have similar shooting schedules. You can't help but cry out as his long pink tongue swipes up your slit, ignoring the bright lights and cameras, all you see is his ruby eyes, his wicked mouth causing you to drool as your hand jerks Satoru's cock, but your focus is solely on that pink haired man between your thighs.

Pornstar! Sukuna grimaces as the director yells 'cut' and interrupts his meal, he glares ruby eyes up to see Pornstar! Satoru is having some melt down. A real diva that one. You giggle when he keeps nipping up your inner thigh, while the set takes a break, for a moment you brush his hair back and it feels a little too intimate. Sukuna was your favorite co-star, you're not sure he knew - but you always ask to star with him too. 'Should we stop? take a break?' you ask softly, he leans over you now, flipping you on the bed as the room disperses, smacking your bare ass and making you moan. 'I don't need a break, do you brat?'

Pornstar! Sukuna slips his cock deep inside you when you're arching back, soaking against his tip. It's always the biggest fucking stretch, his cock was by far the biggest you've had, that piercing dragging on your g spot and having your walls quivering around him, walls gripping so good he can barely hold it together, sooty pink lashes fluttering shut as he grasps your hips. He loves being buried inside you, the tightest co-star... the prettiest... the yummiest... fuck he's almost busting just sinking inside you, inch by inch. 'Sukuna!' you're whining out his name, as he pummels your pretty cunt to the hilt, hearing the squelching of your soppy little cunt.

Pornstar! Sukuna would love it if you were his only co-star, it's like you two were the only ones in the room. Sukuna pulls at your hair by the nape of your neck and brings your ass to arch up, to take more of his thick, veiny cock, while you whine out helplessly, his name over and over in a little whimper. When the director stops and gets his attention, he is even more fucking irritated, shoving his cock so deep he hits your cervix, mid conversation- 'the fuck you want?' Sukuna demands, raising a brow and earning the director's mouth being open in surprise, but why was he surprised? Everyone knows how irritated Sukuna gets when his favorite girl is here. Sukuna's manager glares at him, but he can't wipe the satisfied grin off his face, when the manager spouts off a nervous - 'we need to prep for the threesome scene'

Pornstar! Sukuna doesn't like sharing you, though he's never really been that way. When he's got you and another girl in a scene, of course he pleasures you both, but he can't help but sneak sharper thrusts with you, to suck on your clit a little longer. Now, during the scene with his annoying co-star Satoru, he tries not to even look as you're sucking someone's cock, knowing his is the perfect fit for your throat. And when you suck him, your eyes are all he can focus on, cursing his co star for existing while you slobber all over him, your nails pressing against his thighs. When you swallow him so good, and he spits in your eager, open mouth after, he can't remember anyone else has ever been in the room, it's really just you.

Pornstar! Sukuna always makes sure you have aftercare, even if he comes off gruff, he makes sure to clean you up. The two of you frequently end up grabbing a drink or chatting, but tonight it's hard for him to hold back, when you're inviting him over to your place. It takes about two steps into the warm, inviting apartment before he's got his mouth all over you, tasting the wine on your lips, lifting you like you're nothing in his strong, buff arms, you cling to his neck, giggling against his lips. You don't ever really fuck off set, but you can't help but make an exception for him.

Pornstar! Sukuna is a favorite of all your friends for a reason, if it's not his mouth it's his cock, and if it's not his cock it's how he treats his co-stars, fucking them till they're dumb and drooling. 'Wanna do a private video, brat?' he teases softly while you're in your room, and straddling him. You heat up, nodding, earning his moan, his black nails pressing into the plush of your ass later, as he aims the phone at your full length mirror, watching you ride up and down it from the back like a fucking expert. God you could work a cock, you could take so much even though he knows you struggle you always try so hard to take him all, like a good girl just for him. While the two of you stream - making a ridiculous amount of money together - he makes you cum so hard you're gushing down his cock, making a mess for the camera - but he shuts the stream off before he kisses you, whispering 'wanna fill that fucking cunt up, have it dripping'

Pornstar! Sukuna never came in a co-star, fuck he never came in anyone, and once he does inside his favorite girl, it's so good he's busting loads inside your slutty little hole all night. And that's when Pornstar! Sukuna realizes, while he's filming the white ropes pouring and lapping it right out of your cunt, that he's completely fucked. Cumming in you is too addicting, kissing you and spitting his cum into your throat is just too much, he's afraid his pretty co-star is not going to be able to make her next shoot, as she's littered in bruises, bites, and hickies, still under him the next morning. 'Sukuna, I can't go to set like this!' you whisper, sore and throbbing from him, and he smirks, raising his arched brows. 'Guess you'll have to film with me instead, huh?'

Pornstar! Sukuna reads the comments as you're knocked out, sprawled across his chest and snoring from the multiple rounds, even a top pornstar like you can't keep up with him, and he can't help but smirk when he reads Sukuna must be her favorite co star! Did you see her with Gojo? She really didn't pay him any attention! and the grin doesn't leave his face even as he passes out with you, his favorite star.

I may do some Suguru from this story too hehe

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[valiasims]

Wisteria Whisk - Part 1

Hey everyone!

First of all, I’m so sorry for being a bit later than usual. I mentioned earlier that I had a work emergency for two weeks, which left me with little time for this collection and even led to a bit of burnout. However, in the last few days, I've been working nonstop to bring this set to you. Thank you everyone for you patience! I appreciate how nice you all are! And in the meantime we're now over 17 000 followers! So thank you!

The idea for this set came from my experience creating Baker's Kitchen last year. At that time, I wanted to make a proper bakery set, but I was so excited to explore different styles that I postponed it. When I finished the Cozy Cabin Collection, I decided to start on a bakery collection, and then the news of the new pack came out—I thought it would be a perfect fit! So, I made sure to include objects that work well with the pack.

My main inspiration came from Japandi-style interiors with touches of nature. Initially, I wanted to create a floral composition, but it evolved into a set of wisteria, which inspired the name of the collection. The wisteria looks best outdoors; indoors, the shader isn't the prettiest, but it works like in-game plants and changes with the seasons (depending on the world you're in). In winter, it only has bare branches.

Since I made a full kitchen set I didn't have time exploring my ideas but I needed the islands for the bakery and I wanted to make cabinets so you'd have everything for a kitchen.

When the new pack came out, I took some time to study how the new objects work and noticed that the Sims team created specific displays for selling items in small businesses. It took me a while to figure out a way to make displays that would work with the new pack while also being compatible with retail stores. I saw that some modders made invisible small business items, which inspired me to create display trays. Anything you place on these trays will automatically be for sale. However, if you prefer a retail store setup, you can still use the larger displays without the trays.

Plus, all the display items in this set will help keep your food fresh for longer!

Sorry for being this long, I felt like I wanted to explain everything. Now I'm onto the next part as quickly as possible! I want to focus on the baker side of the shop now!

The Set Includes

Cabinet

Counter

Island

Refrigerated Display (2 sizes)

Refrigerated Display Case

Display Tray With Price Tag (Businesses & Hobbies)

Wisteria (7 variations including wall and ceiling)

-DOWNLOAD HERE- Public release on the 18th of April 6PM CST