#yup she's still here!

[multimuseticles]

Treasure Chest Opened! You Acquired a set of Noire's clothes tailored down to your size, Uni! If she's still around!

"Woah! What a find! Now I can look just like sis!" Uni will carefully pack that away. "I'll have to go try that on and show it off to her! ...O-or maybe I keep it for myself in case she makes me get rid of it."

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Thought this looked familiar... 😏🥹

[nightmarearian]

blood dripped from Poseidon's mouth, red.

red.

the day they overthrew Kronos, child-eater (stomach acid crawling around them, after maw of teeth grazing his small, child body), his golden ichor bled red.

god blood, degraded into a mortal's.

the day Typhon, father of monsters (as big as their father was, as big as the Titans with sharp claws and teeth) ripped out Zeus' tendons, his blood was red.

Poseidon, god of the tides, son of Kronos, looked up at the dark shape stood above him, his own golden trident in his hand, the teeth like prongs drenched in red.

Odysseus is a mortal. was a human.

sharp webbed ears spread out on the side of their head, scales grew around their neck and arms, shining like a coral reef, illuminated by their growing red eyes, that were shrunken to slits.

Odysseus' teeth glinted in the lightning, showing their unnaturally sharp point.

monster.

[deus-ex-mona]

winter 2k24, huh~~~~~~ _(:3 」∠)_

[stormears]

My friend from hs and her wife were going to go on a trip with me to Japan next spring. We agreed on this in April. No money was spent yet, but we both had been saving, I had hotels picked out, I checked airfare prices every week or two, was planning our itinerary and locations to visit. I would have all the savings I'd need (airfare, hotels, food + spending money) by Jan 2025, maybe Feb.

Friend just told me they can't afford it by next spring like they thought but "maybe" in the fall.

I know it's tougher for them to save than me despite them being a dual-income household. But I was excited for what I believed for many months was a solid plan to have a girls' trip to Tokyo in spring with the cherry blossoms ugggGGHH

[mimiatmidnight]

Emma's Oscar is looking more and more locked in, which is good because she was outstanding in her movie, but sad because Lily was outstanding in her movie. And somehow at the end of all this, I'm afraid I must tell you all I have found myself officially rooting for Sandra, who was (get this) outstanding in her movie 😩

[wiredsmi1e]

hi yes ive got sm to do today istg i just wanna

[doubleedgemode]

There's a post that explains it way better than I do but. I'm currently thimking about A.B.As frankenstein influence

Aside from the obvious "concept art refs frankenstein by name, so one could assume the head key worked as her electrodes/bolts" I don't see many people mention how her strive boots are black platforms a la creature's movie depiction's (roadworker if I'm not mistaken?? I probably am) boots. Also yknow they have lil bolts

[milo-is-rambling]

I wish I had friends near meeeeeee to distract me from my brainnnnnnnnnn

[lunaetis]

so i’ve been testing a certain genshin muse on discord bc i didn’t feel confident enough about writing her to bring her to tumblr just yet. tho i am having fun exploring her character with close friends / mutuals on discord with a few discussions of plots, scenarios and interactions ! and i think i’ve formed quite a solid foundation for her as a muse. i might consider adding her as an on-request muse on here soon !

hint :

[theheadlessgroom]

https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/710019365046763520/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

“​I don’t think it’s silly at all,” he smiled, delighted to know that she had enjoyed the show (even if it was simply the orchestra) as much as he had, as well as admiring her desire to see what he and the rest of the audience saw during a performance. “It’s wonderful to watch-I-I would enjoy watching an opera with you, were we ever afforded that chance.”

What with her being the leading lady now (and would hopefully be the leading lady in many, many productions to come; he had a feeling her future as the opera’s star was within reach), the opportunity for both Randall and Emily to sit down and watch a show together seemed not quite in the cards at the moment (not unless Emily could be in two places at once), but he still liked to imagine that, someday, she would be afforded that chance. Under what circumstances he did not know, but it was a day he liked to think was possible.

And what a day that would be! The two of them, seated in Box Five together, watching and enjoying the show in their own private box in their evening best...perhaps he would see about getting them some fancy chocolates to enjoy during the show, or something to drink (he wasn’t a fan of any of the alcohols available in the café; he’d tasted a few out of curiosity and decided very quickly that they were not for him, instead favoring sparkling, non-alcoholic ciders and the like instead)…she would have the best seat in the house, and he would have the best company...

(He wished most of all, however, that Emily could see what he saw on opening night, when she made her grand debut: He wished he could see how magical she would be onstage, how she would wow the audience with her beautiful voice and emotional performance...she could see how amazing she really, truly was, how gifted she was as a performer!)

“What opera would you most like to see?” Randall asked her curiously, brows raising in interest behind the mask.

[rosmcrinus]

Normal person: ...there’s something wrong with that baby- Yurie, holdng up some squid person, looking super confused: Not at all, she is the most perfect being on this plane

[overnightheartbeats]

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[koushirouizumi]

Just t ROPICAL AREA Things

Sink: Sanitized Table+Counters: Sanitized Arm rests of the chair the bug went under: Sanitized Dishwasher: Full+Ready to Wash My arms+hands: {Feeling like Dead}

[rieamena]

"mama!"

your seven year old daughter climbed onto your bed, bouncing on the mattress before settling into your warm embrace under the blankets. running a hand through her pink hair, you answered softly, "yes, sweetheart?"

it was almost like your genes didn't put up a fight at all. your child, chikara, was the spitting image of her father, your husband, ryomen sukuna. same hair, same face shape, same facial features, the only thing that seemed to be your contribution was her personality, and even then, sometimes you'll see your husband's characteristic scowl on her little face

"how did you and daddy meet?" "well, it was–"

"what's goin' on in here? conspiring against me?" sukuna's voice filled the room as he leaned against the door frame, a cheeky smirk on his face. you saw your daughter's face brighten up as she jumped down to run to her father, "daddy! daddy! mommy's gonna tell the story of when you first met!" sukuna immediately looked at you, his index finger barely being fully wrapped by his daughter's hand

"she asked me to. guess watching all those romantic dramas with her rubbed off on her." you giggled, earning a scowl from him. "shut it woman. you know i hate them." "yeah..., that's definitely why we watch 90 day fiance every sunday together." "you got a problem with— stop tryna move me brat!"

"but daddyyyyy," she whined, still pushing against sukuna's body, "i don't wanna miss mommy's story!" "we're literally seven feet away from her."

your daughter pouted and stopped trying to get her dad to move. letting go of his finger, and leaving him at the doorway, chikara plopped herself down at your side with wide, eager eyes, "go on, mommy, tell me! i wanna know everything."

you smiled, looking at sukuna, who rolled his eyes but gave a small nod. "alright, sweetheart. it all started one day in the park when i was watching over megumi, and your dad was taking care of his younger brother, yuuji…"

"yuuji?" chikara interrupted, her face lighting up. "uncle yuuji was there too?"

"yep, yuuji was just a little kid back then," you said with a soft laugh. "he was running around, being his usual energetic self, when he tripped and scraped his knee. your dad, being the great caretaker he is—"

"—i was plenty good at it," sukuna muttered

you shot him a look and continued, "—didn't seem too worried. he told yuuji to stop crying."

"i did not say it like that," sukuna cut in, pushing off the doorframe and coming closer to the bed. "i told him to toughen up. gotta learn how to handle a few scrapes."

your daughter giggled, clearly entertained by the back-and-forth. "but mommy's a nurse, so she went over to help, right?"

"exactly. i couldn't just sit there watching, so i went over, knelt down, and started cleaning yuuji's knee. and i told your father—" you paused, giving sukuna a mischievous smile, "—that he should care more about his son instead of telling him to stop crying."

your daughter gasped dramatically, eyes wide with anticipation. sukuna groaned, running a hand over his face. "i knew you'd bring that up."

"and what did daddy say?" she asked, leaning in as if she could hardly wait

"he looked at me and said, 'that's not my son, that's my brother,'" you mimicked sukuna’s low, irritated tone. "i was so embarrassed!" sukuna chuckled at the memory, shaking his head. "you should've seen your mom’s face. all high and mighty, like she was about to call child protection services on me or something."

you couldn't help but laugh, too. "anyway, i patched yuuji up, and to make up for the misunderstanding, your dad suggested we set up a playdate for yuuji and megumi."

"a playdate?"

"yup," you nodded. "though i think your dad might've had other reasons for giving me his number." sukuna scoffed, folding his arms. "that didn’t happen."

you raised an eyebrow at him. "oh? so your eyes didn’t sparkle when i smiled and told you goodbye?" sukuna groaned again, this time louder. "my eyes did not do that."

chikara giggled harder, clearly enjoying the banter. "i think daddy liked you right away!" you smiled softly. "maybe he did. i mean, why else would he take me to a skate park for our first date?" sukuna rolled his eyes. "you said you wanted to learn how to skate. i was just being nice."

"uh-huh. sure," you teased. "and he was so good at it, zooming around, showing off. i'll admit..., he did look kinda cool! i, on the other hand, spent most of the time falling."

"which is why i had to keep catching you," sukuna added, sliding into the empty space next to you on the bed. "mommy fell? did daddy save you?" chikara asked, her face lighting up at the idea

sukuna ruffled her pink hair. "more like i had to stop her from breaking every bone in her body." you rolled your eyes at him. "i wasn't that bad."

"yes, you were," sukuna said, smirking. "you almost took me down with you half the time." smiling at the memory, you leaned in to kiss your daughter's forehead. "but it was fun. and after that, we went out for ice cream, and your dad actually smiled for real that time."

"daddy smiled? really?"

sukuna shot you a half-hearted glare. "i smile."

"not back then you didn't," you teased, poking his arm. chikara turned to her dad, beaming. "i wanna learn to skate, too, just like you and mommy!" sukuna chuckled, wrapping an arm around her

"maybe one day, brat. but you’re probably gonna fall as much as your mom did."

"hey!"

gulp... sorry if sukuna is ooc, im tired and im on my period but i really liked this request so...

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[p4ranormaluv]

BABY, BE MY GIRL (p.sh)

♱ ; for as long as he can remember, sunghoon has seen you as the sweet and innocent type— he would have never guessed what he would accidentally stumble across on your computer.

PAIRING: sunghoon x f!reader GENRE: smut, childhood bff’s au CONTENTS: porn, masturbation, protective!sunghoon, dom!sunghoon, pillow princess!reader?, petnames (angel, princess, baby), corruption kink, praise, light degradation, subspace?, fingering, hair pulling, overstim, mentioned squirting, sunghoon fucks you on his lap 🥺, ‘rough’ sex but also soft, no protection, light dollification, choking at the end WC: 2.4k

NOTE: thank you to this anon for giving me this idea! here’s a lil somethin while i’m still working on my long fic <3

for as long as sunghoon has known you (which is since you were 9), you were always the sweet, innocent girl he felt a strong need to protect and keep safe. even now that you’re both young adults, your naive image hasn’t dulled. your aura is still shining a bright, pure white in sunghoon’s eyes— and if anyone makes that adorable little smile on your face drop, he won’t hesitate to make them pay for it.

maybe that’s why he’s so shocked when he sees a tab from porn hub amongst the ungodly amount of other tabs you have left open on your screen.

this…isn’t what sunghoon expected to happen when he came over to your place to borrow your laptop for just a little bit— after his broke right when he has an important assignment to finish. his eyes nervously glance over the entirety of your living room where he sits, making extra sure you’re not in the room despite the man knowing you’re taking a shower. and knowing you— you’ll probably be doing that for the next hour.

for a while sunghoon just sits there and stares at the tab, not even opening it as he thinks it over.

it’s not like he assumed you’re a virgin, but you’ve just…never made any suggestive joke or even a comment ever before. when you’re watching a movie with sunghoon and an actor makes a sexual joke or there’s a suggestive angled shot— your sparkling eyes just stare purely, like you don’t have a clue about what’s going on. and sunghoon’s always found that so fucking adorable.

but now that he knows your brain isn’t just full of puppies and rainbows and you watch porn hub of all places— well, he still finds you adorable, but he’s also about to pop a boner at even the thought of you googling something like that.

what do you watch, sunghoon wonders…and before he can feel guilty at the invasion to your privacy he’s about to commit— he’s clicking on the tab.

sunghoon’s eyes widen as the video is paused at the image of a man with his cock shoved deeply into a girl’s throat— said girl’s hair being grabbed in the man’s fists as he appears to be face fucking her. and sunghoon asks himself, is he really being as rough as it looks? surely someone as soft as you wouldn’t be interested in watching something like that…right?

he clicks the arrow on the screen.

yup. the man on the video is indeed fucking the girls throat— roughly. lewd noises are forced out of her mouth as his huge cock is plunging down her throat again and again, the girl just sitting there obediently on her knees as she looks up at him with eyes that say she’s living every moment of it.

sunghoon finds his hand twitching to grope over the bulge in his pants as he starts to imagine what you would look like doing that— taking his cock down your throat. would you moan? or are you the quieter, whimpering type? sunghoon doesn’t care either way— his mind is creative enough to imagine all the different ways he could get you to make pretty little sounds for him, and this video only fuels the fire.

again, without a second thought he’s clicking on your history— and it’s like he’s entered into a whole new world— aka, your dirty thoughts and sexual desires.

‘hard fucked and squirting’, ‘eating her out until she cries’, and similar titles flood the screen. but the one that catches sunghoon’s eye and finally as him breaking down with a groan to palm over his clothed cock is a video called ‘my best friend stayed the night and couldn’t resist’.

and when he selects and hits play, it’s exactly what he hoped it would be.

a girl laying on her back, legs spread open and bent as the guy plows his dick into her. the girl’s crying out in pleasure as the sound of skin slapping is the only other thing blaring out from your laptops speakers. and sunghoon can’t help it.

he can’t help how he thinks of you splayed on your back and taking his cock into your sopping wet pussy like a good little girl, begging him to fuck you harder— that you don’t care if you’re supposed to be best friends, you just need him inside you.

he can’t help how he tugs his pants down just enough to get his cock out and starts touching himself to the thought of you, spreading the pre that’s collected from his tip and fucking into his fist.

he can’t help how the fact that you’ve probably touched yourself to this same video turns him on—

and he can’t help that because of all this he doesn’t hear you walk into the room until you gasp, eyes wide as you recognize the sounds coming from your laptop and staring at sunghoon’s big— angrily red cock as he roughly jerks himself off in his hand.

“h— hoonie?” you breath out, sunghoon smirking at how even when you speak to him you don’t pull your eyes away from his lap.

“look me in the eyes, angel.” he says with an air of gentle authority that has you snapping your head up to look him in the face, your hands moving behind your back sheepishly like you were the one caught touching themselves in their best friend’s living room.

“what— what are you…watching?”

sunghoon isn’t sure— or no, he does know where this assured confidence has come from, and he shows you when he turns the laptop to face you.

it only takes one glance, in which you see the word ‘best friend’ on the screen and you know exactly what he’s found— you’d just fingered yourself to the video, thinking of sunghoon the entire time until you came all over your little fingers, wishing it was him instead.

“i…hoonie, i’m so sorry—“

“oh, don’t apologize, princess. were you thinking of me when you watched this?”

your whole face feels like it’s on fire with embarrassment, looking down at the floor and nodding your head. sunghoon literally coos at you, loving how you’re too good to even think about lying.

“c’mere, angel.” he says softly, setting the laptop on the coffee table as he pats a hand on his thigh invitingly.

your steps are little but on the inside you’re so eager— hardly able to believe it when you hesitantly move to straddle his lap, hovering over him as you’re too scared to sit fully down when his cock is still out.

sunghoon smiles as he lifts a hand to ghost his fingertips over your cheek.

your skin is soft and you smell like the faint fragrance of your shampoo— which he’s always been able to easily identify as strawberry scented. a baggy tee and loose fitting shorts are covering your body— easily accessible, the dark voice in sunghoon’s brain thinks.

“are you…do you want this? can i touch you and make you feel good?”

you don’t hesitate in nodding your head ‘yes’ again, and sunghoon laughs softly at how endearing you are— even in a moment like this.

“gotta say it, sweet girl. use your words.”

he says it so encouragingly yet almost mocking at the way he has to remind you to do something so small— and it has your mind turning into pliable mush and your tummy warm and fluttery with butterflies.

“please touch me, hoonie. wan’— want it.”

the primal urge inside sunghoon is too much to resist anymore when you speak so sweetly and look up at him like that. with a muttered ‘good girl’ under his breath, sunghoon wraps his arms around your middle and pulls you into a kiss.

his lips are soft yet move commandingly against yours— like he’s kissed you a million times before— like he owns you.

you whimper and sunghoon doesn’t miss the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth— his sigh of satisfaction brushing against your cheek.

your hips twitch forward slightly, the movement accidental as you feel yourself getting wet and needy embarrassingly quick— and that’s when you remember that hoon’s hard cock is out when you feel it standing up stiffly against your stomach. sunghoon groans at the teasing stimulation and you wrap your arms around his neck with a whine.

“please. can…can i have it, please?”

“have what, angel?” sunghoon breathes against your lips, his question genuine as he’s a little lost in the feeling and taste of your sweet lips against his.

“your— your cock..”

sunghoon’s pretty sure he feels himself pulse at your shy request— with the cruel urge to tease you despite how desperately he also wants to give it to you over and over.

“aw, y/n wants my cock? where, princess— in here?”

sunghoon taps two fingers against your bottom lip and you pout them out pleadingly, begging for mercy.

“no~. no, hoonie. here.”

you bravely take his wrist and lower his hand, down your body and inside your shorts. his breath catches in his throat when he feels your wet lips slicking up his fingers.

“fuck, angel…” he sighs, pulling you into a kiss at the same time that one of his long fingers slips easily inside your needy cunt, pressing in a second just a moment later.

you whimper against his lips as he starts finger fucking your pussy, squirming in his lap as though you want to get away while at the same time humping into his hand, your clit rubbing against his palm with every small wave of your hips.

sunghoon pulls on your hair— just a little bit, remembering the first video he saw on your laptop. and you react perfectly, crying out as he feels you clench around his fingers tightly and speeding up your hips.

“hoonie, please. wanna cum on your cock, n— not—“

“you will, princess. be a good girl and cum around my fingers first. wanna feel you come apart in my hand.”

you whimper and sunghoon knows you’re submitting to his request, watching your pretty eyes squeeze shut as you begin grinding down into his hand with more purpose. you look so pretty like this— all whiny and sexy, sitting in your best friend’s lap while he fingers your little pussy through your shorts.

sunghoon presses a third finger inside and a jumble of sounds that were meant to be words tumble out of your mouth— but sunghoon knows what you’re trying to say.

“that’s it, princess. cum for me, go ahead, baby.”

you tremble as the man feels you drench his fingers, your face dropping to hide in the crook of his neck as he whispers and groans sweet, dirty little words of encouragement into your ear. you’ve completely sunken deep into submission at this point, and sunghoon thankfully seems to recognize that as he maneuvers your body and takes all your clothes off, keeping you in his lap the entire time.

“still want my cock, angel?” he asks gently, making sure you can handle it when you seem so sweet and soft.

you whine out needily and nod your head, staring at him with begging eyes that aren’t even needed— sunghoon would give you the moon if you asked.

“yes, hoonie, please? fuck me hard.”

“shit, y/n. okay, baby. hoonie can do that for you.”

sunghoon’s arm presses at your lower back, causing you to arch as he grabs his hard cock with his other hand. he rubs the glistening head through your slick folds a few times before lining it up with your entrance.

“sure you want it rough, angel?”

“sunghoon, just do it!” you impatiently cry— but it turns into a loud moan when sunghoon shoves his dick all the way inside in one swift movement. the hard muscles of his arms are pressed flush against your body as he holds you right where he wants you and starts fucking up into your pussy. you can only remain still and take it, your hips slightly lifted up but otherwise not having to lift a finger as sunghoon uses you like a useless little doll.

and that’s what you feel like— sunghoon’s huge cock feels like it’s about to split you open in the best way as it reaches deep inside you. you swear you can almost feel him in your stomach. your brain is rendered useless, your only thoughts being sunghoon, sunghoon, sunghoon. he talks to you as though you’re his porcelain doll but he’s fucking you like a slut, and you love every bit of it.

he swears he sees a drop of drool leak from the corner of your mouth when he pulls at your hair again, admiring how pretty and cock drunk you look as your head tilts back and your tits bounce with the power of his thrusts. he loves how you feel around him, he loves how dirty and wrong it feels to be ruining you like this— his sweet little girl, who he’s sworn to protect, now drooling and crying in pleasure as your pussy is molded around his big cock.

“dirty little girl, you had me fooled. didn’t think an innocent thing like you would want your pussy to be f— fucked open like this.” sunghoon growls, doing his best to hold off from busting as he pulls you closer by the hair to suck hickeys into the expanse of your neck.

“fuck, please— more!” you cry, feeling so close to the edge but needing an extra push. sunghoon keeps one hand in your hair while the other moves to rest just below your neck and he catches how your eyes flash. with a careful touch, he slides his fingers to ghost around your neck, and you’re nodding your head desperately.

“fucking filthy.” sunghoon shudders, squeezing possessively around your throat a moment later.

a choked sound escapes your throat as you feel euphoria wash over you, feeling fucked dumb and owned as you cream around sunghoon’s cock.

he’s thoroughly ruined you— turned you into his whore as he watches your eyes roll to the back of your head as he keeps a firm hold on your hair. you shake and twitch as his cock keeps pounding into you, but sunghoon keeps you still by your throat, loosening his grip when your high finishes, but still keeping his hand there.

“h— hoon, sunghoon, it’s s— sensitive.” you whimper breathlessly as he continues to use your pussy, hips never letting up their bruising thrusts.

“i know, baby. still got one more video i want us to reenact.”

“huh? what— what’s that?”

you still manage to look and sound so naive— sunghoon doesn’t know how you do it. who knew you’d get even cuter with a huge dick inside you.

“m’gonna fuck you until you’re squirting around my cock, princess. think you can take that?”

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