#so yum...

[wuntrum]

all paint is beautiful and amazing. but there really is somethin about oil paint...

[such-a-daydreamer]

And then they explode

[mimilllion]

call me npc, cause i'm not playing! 🧍‍♂️

[ollyrewind]

Look at him. I would die for him. I would kill for him.

Either way — what bliss.

[corrodedparadox]

All better!

[roocii002]

[petrowriting]

the revelation that claudia’s rebirth was such a twisted and horrible moment, with louis dragging her like she was a thing, a stranger who neither of them knew but he kept saying over and over “our daughter, our beautiful little daughter” to lestat, really solidified the way she was never the main character of her own story. she was always an accessory to some or the other of louis’ whims: his guilt, his loneliness, his conflict of being a killer, his rocky relationship with lestat. there was love there, love from both her fathers, but it was never enough. lestat saw her too much as a wretched mirror held up to his own self, and louis was always too steeped in his own feelings to care enough about hers. claudia’s story truly was the greatest tragedy in this tale, treated horribly by every man around her, even her fathers, relentlessly exploited and brutally ignored, always second and never first. the only one who loved her the way she deserved to be loved was madeleine, and the moment she truly had her, her happiness was torn from her. and just before she died, she got to see someone actually choose her in her entirety, not for what she can be but for who she is, and it still wasn’t enough. she still burned alive in the sunlight. the love was there, but it wasn’t enough to save her.

[britishneonjello]

WHAT IS THE NAME OF BORIS AND ARISTOTLE'S CHILD PLEASE THEY ARE SUCH A CUTE FAMILY 😭

They put it to a vote. :) <3

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tone deaf

[normalaboutmediaa]

Sorry I'm still on The Implications of severance and religion. Because Innie Burt has a different faith from Outie Burt. The only God Burt G has ever known is Kier, the only doctrine is the handbook- which he broke. By the circumstances of the world he lived in he is a capital 's' Sinner. He cannot beg forgiveness - from Kier or anyone else. He cannot atone. He was punished with non-existence for holding a man's hand and he is gone now. Is he judged by the doctrine of God or the doctrine of Kier? In either case, does he actually make the cut? Is his soul only released once his body dies or is he already in whatever afterlife Outie Burt hopes is waiting for him?

Do you think Burt Goodman prays for his Innie? Do you think he fears he's damned them both to hell?

[hannibalised]

*thinks of a new idea*

me: oh this will make a good fic—

my 292739 wips in union:

[allkindsofhot]

So Hot! Mmmmm! 😍😋🔥

[beachsideufo]

a strange internet phenomenon

[h0onviv]

PARK SUNGHOON...૮₍ •̄⁠ . •̄ ₎ა ୨୧!!

.ᐟ .ᐟ ⭑.ᐟ genre :.. smut, fluff a lil angst. warnings ¡ ;; reader being burnt out and tired :: hoon being needy and begging for sex :: soft?sex?? Idrk.// wc:…962

Notes ⤷ reuploading bc the last one flopped badly heh..."( - ⌓ - ) like and reblog if you enjoy!! (or else).. MDNI

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Maybe today was just not your day, but then again this whole week hasn't been your week. You'd reassure yourself that tomorrow was going to be a better day- a fresh start. But the days just start to blur together , all ending with a sore body and mind way too overstimulated for your own good.

But now-there's no thoughts occupying your brain- except how you have sunghoon's thick cock sitting heavy between your thighs. His stomach flush against your backside- 'you gonna let me make you feel good pretty girl?" The words rang in your ears, the heat creeping throughout your body, overwhelmed by the heat gathering at the pit of your stomach-

you nod, skin tensing when he brings his hand down to rub at your waist with his thumb. 'Poor baby'- he coos, eyes looking at you through the mirror 'You must be so tired hmm?' the smell of his perfume intensifying the more you lean in to his touch.

He hesitated before bringing his hand down to the waistband of your pants- not pulling, but just hovering. Letting you feel the hardness of his cock when he leans in closer, examining you through the thick glasses perched up on his nose. Before he finally lets his lips meet the skin on your neck.

You whimper as he gently grazes his teeth across your neck-chuckling to himself when you squirm. -'your so sensitive, you need me to help you relax?' you nod immediately, desperation consuming your body when you whimper out a 'please'.

He continues bruising your neck as he drags the fabric of your pants down your legs, the cool air of the bathroom causing goosebumps to erupt across your thighs. 'look at me' he mutters out, fingers brushing against the bow on your panties. You look up into his eyes and see a mix of desire- and something else, need.

'please' - you whimper out. Your clit throbs against the soft cotton of your panties. Gosh you don’t remember the last time you’ve been this pathetic for sunghoon. But it doesn’t matter. Not when the tip lining up against is your hole is enough friction for you to push back again him.

He doesn’t seem to mind either, he.. he kind of likes the way you rely on him. Maybe even gets off to it, but he would never tell you that. And surely he won’t remember to now. For fucks sake you just put his tip in.

Doesn’t even think twice to shove it all in one go— fuckk you feel so full. -‘f-fu- hoon slowly it hurts’ But he doesn’t stop, he just shakes his head- he wants to prove to you that he can make you feel good, no matter what.

Full isn’t even a way to describes how you’re feeling, it’s more like your being ripped in half- but maybe, just maybe it’s all worth it when your clit bumps against the cold sink, and maybe it does feel good to see how eyhis eye cross when you clench down. You’re starting to think you like him this way. You do.

Too lost in the feeling of your pussy sucking him in he doesn’t even realize when you close your lips around the tips of his finger. Whimpering out a -‘aaa, don’t do that I’m gonna cum’ glasses barely even on his face anymore. Fogging up from his heavy breathing.

Your close— he can tell when you arch back against his pelvis. Warm you be sucking at his fingers harder. Too lost to even focus on what’s going on, eyes rolled back- a whole mess he’s made of you.

All thoughts and doubts and worries fading away as you feel your stomach fluttering aggressively with his deep strokes. Your flesh turning white from his fingers gripping at your hips- spots of your neck turning a slight shade of red. Hips meeting yours in a rushed passionate pace, so close to relief.

‘Hoon, I’m so— ‘ ‘gonna come for me huh? Make a mess on my cock?’ You whimper at his words, a small blush creeping on your face. You don’t even notice when your eyes roll back.

Not until sunghoon pulls all the way- leaving just his tip. And plunges back in with force ‘look at me, I wanna see you cum’ the world feels as if it stops when you catch sunghoons reflection in the mirror. Desperation and darkens in his eyes, sweat clinging to his body. Looking at you with a sharp edge in his eyes- he snaps his hips harder.

Everything fades into the background- blurred behind the anticipation at the pit of your stomach waiting to snap. ‘You gonnna cum hmm? I got you baby just make a mess’ -. And all it takes is one last thrust that leaves you shaking.

It washes over you violently, crashing through your bones. Loud cries escape your mouth as you take in the feeling of finally reaching your awaited orgasm.

Moments later still sensitive you feel the weight of your back lift off of you. Wincing when he pulls his softened cock out of your spent pussy. Furrowing his thick eyebrows.

You hadn’t even realized how much of a mess you were until you looked up at the mirror, sweat collecting at your chest and face red. And when you lift yourself from the counter you fell it- cum dripping down your legs.

Sunghoon takes off his glasses and places them on the sink before slowly turning and turning the knob of the bathtub, turning back to you he nods his head to the tub. -‘get in’ he says like it’s the most obvious thing. Waiting by the tub until you finally drag your body and step your feet into the hot water.

Sitting all the way down letting the warmth take over your body. Breathing deep- catching your breath- trying to steady yourself from the chaos, to let all of it fade away. Just focusing on the warm dull lights casting a shadow on the curtain, focusing on how your eyes start to get droopy.

Tense skin softening when your brain finally decides to give you a break of all the impending thoughts scurrying about. And before you know it- your eyes closed for a moment, and you feel a stern body dip beside you on the bed.

[whoskimii]

can we just take a minute to appreciate how cuddly megumi would be when he's sleepy :(

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > megumi x you. pure fluff!! he's so soft. tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

poor megumi would be so tired. like, hey ! it's not that easy to be a grade two jujutsu sorcerer and a student at the same time.

he needs some rest. and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to take little nappy naps in your arms. yeah, he's just that needy when he's exhausted.

"hey, where you goin'..." he mumbled into the pillow as you were about to leave the bed. "i'm thirsty, meg—" he cut you mid-sentence. "drink later."

of course, you obliged and laid back down. you didn't want to irritate your sleepy boyfriend. he already had too much weight on his shoulders, and adding some more wasn't the best option on the table.

he instantly nuzzled his face in your neck, eyelashes fluttering against your skin. "m'tired..." he mumbled. "i know you are." you replied quietly, caressing his dark hair.

sometimes, you forgot how needy he could be. but you didn't complain. never. maybe that's why megumi loved you so much. but the funny thing is that he'd always deny how clingy he was. he just didn't want to admit it because you always teased him. but deep down, he knew you were right.

he couldn't help himself. how could he ? you were just so soft, so warm. you felt like a dream. sometimes, he'd even say the most romantic, adorable, heart-wrenching thing before going to whatever thing he was doing. he was just so clueless. "y'know, being with you feels like home. i'm home." he said before going back to brushing his teeth.

but you wouldn't trade him for anything in the world <3

ahhUHHGH megumi is so cute i wanna eat him up

⋆˚࿔ kimi 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[roocii002]