#cause this guy is so gorgeous

[speakofshinee]

240712 NeverNever Fanmeeting - Taemin Guilty ♥︎

[xxplastic-cubexx]

maybe controversial take, but i like to think of erik being mostly a huge ladies’ man (look at all the bitches he gets canonically, he can’t NOT love the ladies) but charles is just...... this HUGE exception, lmfao. for a while he was totally oblivious to the fact that he was into charles like that but then one day it smacked him HARD across the face that their Very Special Friendship is actually romantic. he’s since embraced being a bisexual disaster but before charles he had no clue.

would be even funnier if erik and charles had already fooled around a couple times before erik actually realized he was attracted to him. who among us hasn’t fucked their completely platonic bro??

it cant be a controversial take if youre onto something my friend .....

[monkee-mobile]

ough god, I cried over this

[jichanxo]

ref

[vulpinesaint]

did you guys know that the gay bar is so awesome actually

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

idk if it's just because i'm a raging bisexual but i actually didn't mind cecile and mark's (once he learned to SHUT UP) additions to the flash

i actually adore cecile. was she kinda op??? yeah...but i honestly didn't care. and mark was definitely annoying at first but once he stopped, i liked him just fine. now this might be because i haven't read the comics (and don't plan on it so shush) i don't know, but from a cw-only perspective, i liked them as characters and what they brought to it, but then again maybe i'm just blinded by how pretty they are

[raddestrose]

Actually Im eating my words,

I really want to rewatch Violet Evergarden again

[rosurie]

dunno if any of you have seen Hotel Del Luna but Jang Manwol was a BIG inspiration for Damsel

LITERALLY LOOK HOW SHE'S DESCRIBED

she's so Damsel core honestly

[iholli]

this has no right to go this hard. god it's perfect for him too

[mysteriouswolf]

GUYS.

GIRLS ARE SO PRETTY.

RAKGKAKVAKFKALGKEJ

AESTHETIC ATTRACTION IS REAL AND GODS IT'S AMAZING

[peachetteprice]

To the cold caller from Battersea Cats and Dogs who knocked on DURING Halloween night... you were really hot please come back :(

[tevans-tits]

needed to add @rosyhoneydew ‘s tags

has anyone thought about newly turned 40 y/o tommy’s coworkers hiring a firefighter stripper as a gag gift for his birthday and in walks 26 year old evan “they call me firehose” buckley all long and lean and limber all over tommy’s lap who whines in his ear when their cocks brush mid lap dance and who makes tommy come in his pants. cause i’m thinking about it

[gojosconsort]

hi hi!! i loved ur older bf toji and kento headcanons so much would you possibly write for older bf!satoru? <3 I NEED HIM SOOO BAD

OLDER BF!SATORU ♡ // HEADCANONS

⁀➷ CONTENT. you're satoru’s controversial younger girlfirend.

♡ PAIRING. afab!reader x older bf!satoru

♡ WARNINGS. mdni. age gap, size difference, creampie, oral sex (f and m), hair-pulling, spanking, blindfolding, orgasm denial, mirror sex, double penetration (with toy), vid recording, degradation, praise, tummy bulge, threesome (m/m/f), added some links for funsies

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s a little greyer now but still has so much stamina—wakes up lazy some mornings, tugging you back into bed, “c’mere, pretty.” wraps you in those long arms, nuzzling your neck ‘til you’re both tangled and giggling, then fucks you slow and sweet under the covers.

OLDER BF!SATORU who sets up his phone to record you two, then watches it later while you suck him off. “look at us, babe—fuckin’ porn stars,” he says, zooming in on your wrecked face, then cums down your throat while the video loops.

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves teaching you things—sits you on his lap, hands guiding yours while he shows you some random thing, “see, babe? easy when you’ve got the best teacher.” ends up distracted, kissing your neck, “fuck the lesson—want you instead,” and you’re already riding him right there.

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s too damn big every time—slides in slow, smirking, “relax, princess, you’ll take it—always do.” and loves watching your face twist as he fills you, pressing on that tummy bulge, “feel me up here? fuck, you’re tiny—gonna break you one day.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s obsessed with double penetration using toys—loves sliding his thick cock into your pussy, then grabbing a dildo to stretch you even more, smirking, “feel that, babe? fuckin’ stuffed to the brim for me.” keeps going ‘til you’re screaming, juices dripping down his hands, “yeah, that’s it—take it all, princess, gonna ruin this tight little cunt.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves marking you up—bites your neck, your tits, your thighs ‘til they’re covered in purple welts, grinning, “my little canvas, huh?” flips you over, spanks you raw, then licks the bruises, muttering, “fuckin’ gorgeous all messed up for me.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s got that older guy patience—takes his time with you, sprawled on the couch after a long day, letting you ride him at your pace. “go on, princess—take what you need,” he murmurs, hands on your hips, eyes soft, “fuck, you feel good—always worth the wait.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s sometimes away for work for some days, leaving you missing him in that big, empty penthouse. he shows up unannounced, grinning like an idiot, holding a massive bouquet of roses he probably overpaid for, “miss me, princess? got these ‘cause you’re too pretty to be sad.” doesn’t wait for an answer—drops the flowers on the counter, scoops you up, and carries you to the bedroom, “been gone too long—gonna make it up to you, yeah?” and kisses you silly.

OLDER BF!SATORU who wakes up, pulls you flush against his chest, and slides in deep from behind, murmuring, “not leaving this bed, princess—you’re mine today.” keeps you there, fucking you lazy and long, “gonna fill you up ‘til you’re dripping me—nobody else gets that.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who still gets a kick out of spoiling you—comes home with some dumb, expensive gift, saying, “for my favorite girl.” later, he’s got you on the bed, peeling off your clothes, “gonna treat you even better now,” kissing down your body ‘til you’re melting.

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves orgasm denial—edges you for hours with his fingers, tongue, and cock, smirking, “not yet, princess—beg me first.” and keeps you right on the brink ‘til you’re crying, then finally lets you cum so hard you black out, “fuck, you’re so loud when you cum.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves to blindfold you. “no peeking, princess—gonna fuck you ‘til you’re guessing where o’m at.” teases you with featherlight touches, then slams into you out of nowhere, loving how you gasp and claw at him, totally lost.

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s tall as fuck and loves how you look tiny next to him—loves picking you up with one arm just to toss you on the bed. “c’mon, princess, climb this dick—let’s see if you can handle me.” then fucks you deep, grinning at the bulge in your tummy, “shit, look at that—way too big for you, huh?”

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves fucking you in front of a mirror, bends you over in front of it, and yanks your hair back. “look at yourself, pretty—watch who’s fuckin’ you good,” pounding you from behind ‘til the glass shakes and you’re staring at your own sloppy, cum-streaked reflection.

OLDER BF!SATORU who brags about you to everyone—leans back at some meeting, saying, “yeah, my girl’s half my age and twice as fun—jealous yet?” comes home later, scoops you up, and murmurs, “missed you, babe—let’s make up for lost time,” fucking you gentle but hard on the living room floor, because he missed you really so much, hates to be away from you.

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s obsessed with eating you out—spreads you wide on the kitchen counter, sunglasses pushed up, and dives in like it’s his last meal. “fuckin’ sweet, princess,” tongue flicking fast and sloppy, “gonna cum again? good girl.” then keeps going ‘til you’re shaking and he’s licking his lips clean.

OLDER BF!SATORU who doesn’t give a shit about the age gap—when someone side-eyes you two, he just laughs, “what, jealous i’m railing someone half my age?” later, he’s got you bent over the sink, growling, “scream my name, pretty—let ‘em know who’s fuckin’ you this good.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who teases you about watching someone else fuck you, but he’d never share. or would he? “only one i’d ever let touch you is suguru—nobody else deserves this pussy.” you agree, half-joking, and next thing you know, he’s got suguru on the phone.

OLDER BF!SATORU & SUGURU who double-team you without mercy—satoru’s got his cock down your throat, gagging you ‘til tears stream, while suguru’s behind, gripping your hips, slamming into your pussy raw. “look at her—fuckin’ drooling for it,” satoru says, pulling your hair, while suguru growls, “she’s clenching so damn hard—gonna milk us both.”

————— ୨୧ —————

⁀➷ masterlist

[kamitv]

Higuruma’s the kinda guy that has no idea how the hell he pulled you so every time your eyes linger on him a little bit too long, he gets nervous as fuck. Sweat will trickle down the back of his neck and he gulps loudly enough for you to hear it, to which you start smiling at him.

Those wide-set eyes of his carefully drag back over to you and he notices the way you’re staring at his nose. You always gush about how much you love that part of his face and ever since then he can’t control the twitch beneath his slacks as he replays exactly why you love his nose so much in his head.

And hey, it’s no help that you’re sitting right on top of him right now. Your manicured nails that he paid for grazing all over his skin, touching his neck, his jawline, and soon his face too. Then you lean in and kiss the bridge of his nose so softly that it makes him grunt.

“You’re so perfect Hiromi,” You’d hush out to him in that tone you know drives him craze.

Higuruma is left slouching further back into the couch and spreading his legs further apart with a not-so-subtle roll of his hips upwards against you. “Please. That’s all you, sweetheart.” He tries to play it off as if he’s not complete putty in your hands but lord knows when you start trailing your touch down his breath his hitching in his throat.

You smile—a sight he can never get enough of, truly. “Take the compliment, Hiro. I’m bein’ serious…” Your fingers are wrapping around his tie now and his eyelids are all low on you.

Still trying to play it off, this time with a chuckle, he hums. “…Thank you, love.” He’s such a gentleman too, all easygoing and relaxed for you.

Which says a lot considering the kind of man he becomes while he’s fucking you.

Higuruma isn’t exactly mean, nor is he much of a talker during sex but… His cock damn sure says a lot as he later fucks up into you just to hear those sweet praises you give him.

You just love complimenting your man and he loves being complimented—honestly the perfect match for each other.

Every moan of his name that leaves your lips only drive him deeper and deeper inside you. He’s so stupidly in love with you and most times it shows through sex instead of words. Despite how he’ll have you bouncing up and down on his left curved cock for hours, this is the most passion you’ll get from the overworked man.

And when he does open his mouth to speak, your cunt is fluttering around his thick head. Whispering a crisply husk utterance of, “Fuck. Ride me, love. Ride me juuus’ like that. Y-Yeahhh. Shit. Love these fuckin’ hips, don’t stop movin’ ‘em.”

Your moaning grows louder by the second and he’s guiding you up and down his dick, eyes rolling to the back of his head with every perfect slam of your ass down onto him. His groans are so deep that they practically bounce off of the walls of your living room, leading you to clamp around him tighter than before.

Higuruma especially loves your nails for some reason. He can’t get enough of how they feel ghosting his skin every time you move your arms or whenever you move to grab ahold of his face and lean down to kiss him. That’s why he’s always paying for them (even though he secretly loves spoiling you too).

Then, when you get a bit more confident and slip your hands down to hold onto his arms, he groans again. His grip on your hips would tighten and there’s just one wet plop after another while you ride him in earnest.

Which is what prompts filthy words to pour out of his mouth like, “Uhuh, fuck yourself on my cock, pretty girl. C’mon, you can do it. Make yourself feel good. Use me baby, use me.”

Again, he’s not much of a talker but sometimes you cause the words to just spill from his lips. While he’s spewing filth out to you, you’re getting closer and closer to a messy release. It’s right as you’re about to cum that he demands you look him in the eyes (no matter the position) so that he can watch them gloss over as you cum all around his girthy cock.

You look so fucking gorgeous when you come undone too—it’s a sight Higuruma simply can’t get enough of. Half the time, he ends up fucking his cum up into you just because of that look alone. You wouldn’t even be able to move or run from his deep thrusts, feeling every inch of his carry against your walls until his cum is fucked all the way in to the point that it’s dribbling out of you.

It’s messy but, he loves it. He loves you. And even after sex, he still doesn’t understand how the hell he’s managed to bag a beautiful woman such as yourself…

[cupofmilkyway]

Laios' Art

Haven't seen any posts talking about this and it's one if not my favorite Laios detail so I HAD to share|

I noticed when I was reading through the manga that this drawing was silly for more reasons that the obvious, like how the chimera body looks fine but then the human Falin is all stick arms and goofy expressions.

It's so easy to chalk it up to Laios just not being great at drawing, cause we have seen him draw himself in a previous chapter (the one with the living paintings) and it was a very simplified shape too.

BUT THEN ON THE SAME CHAPTER A BIT LATER-

HE GOES AND DRAWS THIS GORGEOUS CERBERUS(?) LIKE HUH?? SIR?

And near the end of the manga they show us his (probably pretty old but) OC monster and it looks cool too!!!

So he IS a good artist!! He just. Does Not Care about humans. So he can't draw them. Which is SO funny because, same, for a good while when I was young I didn't have any clue how people worked so I drew my humans with paws and like, snout looking noses.

Guy who's autism won't let him draw anything that isn't related to his special interest trying to draw it regardless

Laios my beloved keep drawing your quirked up creatures like you're supposed to <3

[angrythingstarlight]

Can see this being roommate!Bucky

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRcGCfkW/

Tell me why I saw a comment that said: I've watched my husband down a whole team just cause they downed me first. He definitely got the gak gak that night. 😂😂

-gif/idea anon

Roommate Bucky is always ready to defend you. And you—you're about to learn firsthand why gamers are notorious for being good with their fingers.

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky x Reader

WC: 2K

CW: Size kink, Beefy Bucky being absolutely massive, praise, degradation, choking, hand kink, fingering, overstimulation, hint of voyeurism, video game violence.

AN: Written on my phone, unbetad. This isn't based on any game in particular. It's just an excuse to write a little bit o' smut.

“No. No. Nonononono.” 

YOU’RE DEAD flashes across the screen mocking you as your avatar’s bullet-riddled body fades into the abyss. You slump in the oversized gaming chair, tossing your controller on the desk. Jeers ring in your headset and you rip it off, throwing it next to the controller. She was so pretty. It took you ages to find one you liked and could pair with the cute outfit you picked.

The guys on your team didn’t even give you a chance. Who takes out one of their own? These jackasses apparently.

"You okay?" Heavy footsteps resound behind you. Glancing up, you see your roommate strolling into the living room. Your heart races at the sight of him. He’s gorgeous. No one should look this good.

Deep blue eyes framed by long lashes. Beard neatly trimmed, enhancing his jaw. He's wearing a pair of loose grey sweats that cling to his muscular thighs, long brunet locks, damp from the shower, curl around his nape. No shirt of course.

Your eyes follow a bead of water that rolls down his massive chest and goes into the valley of his ridged abs. It hits the band of his navy blue boxers peeking out from his pants and your mouth goes dry imagining what's hidden under those layers of cotton.

While you’re busy ogling him, he notices the mess you left on his desk and the start over screen on his gaming computer. “What happened, bunny?” 

The reminder of that stupid game has your frustation and anger returning in droves and it overtakes your burgeoning lust. You explain how the guys, his gaming buddies, decided to fuck with you by taking you out in a flurry of friendly fire when they realized Bucky wasn’t in the room. The longer you speak, detailing all the nasty things they said to you, the more his features harden, a muscle ticking away in his clenched jaw.  

“Huh,” he mutters under his breath. Bucky ambles over to the chair and lifts you out of it like you weigh nothing to him, considering what he benches for fun, you know you don’t. He sits down and arranges you over his thick thighs, your back resting against his warm, bare chest. He leans forward, picking up the controller and headset.

 It's not the first time, you've sat on his lap during one of his gaming marathons, Bucky says you help him play better.

“What are you doing?” You ask, canting your head back, his body wash, fresh cedar and vanilla, wafts over you and it takes everything in you not to drop your face into his chest and just inhale him. 

The corner of his lip lifts into a smirk. “You’ll see.” 

Adjusting the headset, he takes the controller in both hands, his corded biceps that are bigger than your head brush against the sides of your breasts.

If he feels the shiver that wracks down your body, he doesn’t comment on it. He never does.

The controller looks so small in his large hands, your gaze follows the veins lining the back of them as his fingers nimbly manipulate the buttons. A rush of heat spreads through you when he rests his chin on your shoulder.

You try to clench your thighs to quell the ache beating between them, but your legs are dangling over his and you can’t.

“I—I’m not.” The lie is obvious even to your ears. He hums noncommittally, but you feel his arms press closer to your body, pushing your tits together. 

You shift on his lap, freezing in place when you feel his chest rise and fall against your back, his deep, knowing laugh rolls across your skin. He teaaes, “don’t tell me you're needy already, bunny?” 

Sometimes you can't tell if he's teasing or not. You asked once and he just grinned like tie answer should be obvious.

“Sure you’re not,” Bucky casually retorts after a man appears on the screen. His guy is more menacing than your avatar, tall and flanked in dark green camouflage, face concealed by a skull mask. Weapons rotate next to him, eventually stopping on a machine gun. Static crackles through his headset and he’s dropped onto a rooftop. “I’m back fuckers.” 

Various greetings trickle through, only to be cut short when it becomes apparent that Bucky is going on a rampage. He storms across the building. Player after player goes down. Some you don’t even see until they fall to their death. 

“Aw c’mon.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Seriously, what the fuck Barnes–” 

He’s ruthless. Headshots. Stabbing. More headshots. Your already damp panties are drenched when you point out the one that shot you first, and Bucky’s guy stomps the fuck out of Walker6969 before snapping his neck. A slightly undignified giggle slips past your lips when you hear his obnoxious complaint about Bucky not playing fair. Oh. Fucking. Well. More curses filter through his headset as he absolutely decimates the field. 

Bucky tilts his face towards you with a blithe smirk, taking out another player without missing a beat. “I warned you shitstains that you better be nice to my girl.” 

It’s not long before there’s no one left. Bucky tosses the control down, and wraps his arm around your belly, and leans back, taking you with him. “Feel better?” 

“Yeah,” you reply sincerely, both impressed at his skill and pleased that he was so willing to defend you. “Thank you.” 

“You really want to thank me, Bunny?” he whispers in your ear, nipping the lobe with a soft bite. 

Your breath hitches. His hands curve under your knees, placing your legs over the armrests. “I asked you a question,” Bucky states, his tone domineering and dark. 

You struggle to find any answer, but you can’t think with your roommate’s warm hand sliding down your shorts and cupping pussy and all you can do is whimper.

“You’re soaked,” he teases, tracing a finger down the middle of your clothed cunt. His touch is light, so light, but it sends a zap through your clit. “Could feel this hot little pussy throbbing on me. Practically begging for my cock,” Heat fans up the back of your neck and spreads to your face. He could feel that? Before you can drown in embarrassment, he’s kissing his way across your shoulder. ”Need me to get rid of this ache, don’t you?”

You want your roommates hands on you more than anything in this world. You’ve thought about this so many times, you can’t believe it’s happening. His touch feels better than you dreamed. His other hand travels a leisurely, gradual path up your shirt, moving your bra out of the way so he can roll your sensitive nipple between his rough fingers. 

Another slow sweep over your pussy, just skimming your pulsating, swollen clit. It’s not enough. “Please,” you whine out, grinding down over his growing bulge. He’s getting bigger and bigger under you. 

“Please what? Hmm, bunny, please what?” He cruelly taunts, pinching your nipple until your back arches off his chest. “Use your words.” 

You cry out, the spark of pain fades into a heady, warm pleasure. “Touch me.” 

You feel his lips curve into a smile, his teeth scrape over your throat. His thumb presses down your clit and goes still. “I am touching you.” 

This is unbearable.

You’ve never been so wet in your life and he hasn’t done anything. You need him so badly it hurts.

Your pussy clenches down on nothing, you feel so empty.

“Bucky, I need you, need your fingers inside me, please fuck me,” you babble, willing to say anything to get more of him. 

He doesn’t make you wait long. Without warning, he pushes your panties aside and a thick, calloused finger slides inside you. 

“Tight little thing, aren’t you?” he remarks, adding another. Bucky used to everything being small compared to him. You are no exception. He doesn’t give you time to get used to the stretch before he starts scissoring you open, working your hot, wet cunt until he can give you one more finger. Bucky crooks his fingers, and he finds that elusive spot, the one you swore didn’t exist until now. He finds it again. And again. And again. White-hot sensations make you curl in yourself, your thighs trembling. The rough pads of his thick fingers languidly working that sensitive spot as he moves to your other nipple, plucking it into a hard peak.

“That’s your spot huh?” He asks with a cocky rasp. He knows. You told him by the way your moans went all breathy and softy and you started grinding on his cock like a greedy slut being to be filled. Judging by the way he can barely fit three fingers inside you, he knows his cock is going to split you in two. He can’t wait.

“Oh god,” you breathe out, clawing deep marks in the leather under your hands.

The wet schlick schlick schlick of your pussy with every knuckle-deep thrust of his fingers is pornographic.

Right around the second or third time, you clench down around him; he decides he’s going to film you, put your pretty pussy front and center on his flatscreen across from his bed, and make you watch as he fucks you the same way you’re fucking yourself on his fingers, your hips rolling back and forth, grinding your ass over his throbbing cock. Gonna make you watch as you struggle to keep every inch inside you, make you watch him fuck you stupid. 

“Look at you making a mess all over me. Should make you clean it when you’re done. Gonna have you keep my cock warm while I finish the game.” The debauched image of you sitting on his cock while he plays flashes through your mind and a desperate moan builds in your throat, spilling out of your parted lips. “Yeah, you’re going to let me use this sweet cunt any time I want, gonna turn you into my personal fuckdoll.” 

His thumb swipes over your clit, once, twice. Sensations burn through your veins, your body feels so hot and tight, like you’re on the edge of imploding. His hand leaves your nipple and grabs your throat, the sudden pressure makes your head feel light. “Oh god." Right there, fuck he just has to keep doing that, you’re so close, he just has to stay right there. 

It’s like he can read your mind because he does, going harder and harder, giving you everything you need. “C’mon bunny, let me have it, give it to me.” 

“Fuck yesyesyes, don’t stop please don’t–” you sob, the start of your orgasm sparks inside you. 

“Not gonna tell you again, cum for me right the fuck now,” he rasps in your ear, squeezing tightly as he slams into your cunt, his thumb circling your clit faster and faster. His fingers catch your spot again, the pressure so good and so right that it sends you over the edge. Your orgasm barreling over you, wringing pleasure from every nerve in your body, and you gush around him.

“There it is, that’s my girl,” he praises, his words lost over the steady roar in your ears. He fucks you through it, drawing it out, only stopping after your vision blurs and you let out a pathetic noise, somewhere between a whimper and a sob, but you feel too good to care how you sound.

You’re a mess—limbs trembling and weak, still so lightheaded, you can't lift your head, letting it loll lazily over his broad shoulder. He gently takes his fingers out of your pulsating cunt and holds it up, the evidence of your release dripping down to his wrist. He brings his long index finger to his mouth, sucking it dry with a grin. “Damn, you taste good.”

"I–fuck Bucky that was amazing." You grab the armrests and push yourself up.

“Where ya goin’? I didn’t say I was done with you,” Bucky says, his hand loose around your throat as he brings you back down. "I was jus' getting you warmed up."

Oh.

He grinds against your ass, his heavy cock digging into you. He's so big. Despite the fact that you're still on an orgasmic high, you want more. You want Bucky.

“You still gonna thank me Bunny?"

And I—

Roommate!Bucky has returned!