#sounds fucking epic really

[the-maddened-hatter]

I'm ngl the Soul Train platform seems like it'd be the chillest and funnest potential Asphodel ever, like you just dance to fun music forever with no pain or fatigue because you're dead, either helping people who need to move on to a different destination make the transition and accumulating friends who stay and dance with you

[pigswithwings]

pig i need you to know i had a dream last night where i played a game that was a really violent and bloody first person shooter and the bosses were all angels but all the angels looked like cutesy pastel anime girls except when they reached the final phase of their boss battles the anime girls peeled in half like a gory banana type thing and revealed a glowing ball of light with infinite arms and legs that like unfurled from it as it shed its skin. anyways thought you’d like that

OH LORD... that's incredible

[front-facing-pokemon]

[ruthytwoshakes]

Think I forgot to post this before but boom!! Kid fortress designs!!!!! I’ve got a whole au planned and written out for this bad boy and if I ever stop coming up with new projects maybe I’ll get the chance to work on it!! Yippee!!!!!,,!

Woah here they are! In stunning HD! And JUMPSCARE JUMOSACE ITS MY TF2 OC ,, ,,THE GLIDER,, 1000 NIGHTMARES FOREVER!!!!!

anyway engineers design is absolutely taking inspiration from Kid Cosmic, the best animated tv show ever,, and one my partners said that the that colander soldier is wearing reminds them of the Flying Spaghetti Monster religion,,,, , so do with that what you will. Demomans name is a reference to the film The Sea Beast, whose main character is also a black orphaned Scottish girl lmao. Go check all of the things out, ,, if you wanna. (Using my evil autism powers to make you watch kid cosmic oooooOoOooOoooOo)

[gingerbreadmonsters]

organ music + writing about vampires is a classic for a reason

[hwanswerland]

at the rate this is going I'm seriously debating not even going to the tour

[edge-oftheworld]

help i'm listening to an orchestral arrangement of holiday by green day and i can't deal with it

[cryptvokeeper]

So I’m finally listening to that odyssey musical bitches keep making animatics to

or rather I’m TRYING to but it’s a mess of tik tok clips and suffering after the first 9 songs

so can anyone tell me what the deal is with that can I actually listen to this album or is it not finished

[lovinggreeniehours]

i don't know what anna and jorge put in that penelope song but dear fuck it is making me cry

[echotunes]

turns out listening to the ordem OST while studying is a bad idea because now I just want to watch ordem instead

[mbat]

ITS SO INFURIATING FOR SOMETHING TO BE SO OBVIOUS TO ME BUT OTHER PEOPLE DONT GET IT AAAAAAAA

[kimmkitsuragi]

btw me and my a1.1 german language skills are hilarious fr. i mean ofc i write about things i like to improve my skills that's literally what i do with every language i learn. but the things i like at this exact moment? like succession? 💀 bro i just wrote a whole page about kendall roy with a1.1 vocab and grammar this is so FUNNY

[s0dium]

Warning: Riding monster form! Sukuna on his throne, fingering, virginity loss, lots of cum

Sukuna honestly wonders if you can take him in his monster form. Like, really wonders.

He knew it would only be a matter of time before he was done with Yujis body and his true form would appear, monstrous and large. So he wondered, could a cute human like you, handle him? Or perhaps the better question is, could you handle being fucked by him? Yes, the question lingered in his mind ever since he laid eyes on you through Yuji's body.

So when the time came, and Sukuna ate the last finger, he knew he would have to put the question to the test. The transition was swift and unsettling—a violent surge of power that reshaped megumi's body into Sukuna's true, towering form. Needless to say, you were, well, shocked. The world around you warped, the reality bending as he whisked you away to his domain, a realm where shadows clung to ancient stones and the air thrummed with untamed power.

Despite the overwhelming force of his presence, fear didn't take hold of you as one might expect. Instead, a mix of awe and apprehension filled your chest as you were suddenly pulled into the heart of his shrine where a throne lay in the middle. Sukuna, now fully his ten-foot-tall self, seated you on his lap with an ease that belied his monstrous size. One of his four large hands cupped your chin, gently but firmly tilting your face up to meet his gaze. The sheer intensity of his four eyes could have frozen a lesser soul, but you, no, you only trembled slightly—not from fear, but curiosity?

The fact that you didn't flinch or cower seemed to both surprise and intrigue him. His grin widened, sharp and dangerous, as if your bravery added an unexpected flavor to a game he thought he had mastered.

"Interesting," he murmured, the word rumbling through his chest and into your ears. His movements were deliberate as his hands reached out, the air tense. Each gesture was measured, almost reverent, as he carefully began to peel away the layers of your clothing.

You don't even know what going on until you have been stripped completely, all the way down to your bra and underwear. You watch with wide eyes as he parts his robe and pulls out...

Holy shit.

Your heart drops and your brain goes blank. To call Sukuna's dick huge would be like calling the ocean a puddle; it's an understatement of epic proportions. An average 6 inches? try 11. There's no way that could possibly fit in you. Your hand couldn't even fit around it alone.

"I don't… what are you doing? What, I don't…" you babble, utterly overwhelmed and flustered by his sheer size. You thickly gulp when you see his fat angry red tip twitch and you move your hips away to retreat, but one of Sukunas strong hands keeps you secured on his leg. Sukuna chuckles, a deep, resonant sound that only adds to your confusion and embarrassment. His amusement at your reaction is evident, making you feel even smaller in his grasp.

"What, you scared?" He coos mockingly, hooking a thick finger under the hem of your panties and pulling the thin fabric down your legs. "But look, you are already so wet."

You hated how much he was right, but you couldn't deny the pool of arousal at the base of your underwear. Slowly, Sukuna slides one of his long finger inside your wet cunt, your pussy instantly squeezing at the foreign intrusion. Jesus, his singular finger is almost as big as an average dildo. You whine when he curls his middle finger to his palm; hitting places you could only dream of hitting yourself. Two trembling hands grab onto Sukunas robes to keep yourself steady as you grind your hips on his hand; desperately trying to get more out of the pleasure.

"Don't worry, I'll get you ready before the real thing."

Your about to say something when Sukuna pushes the back of your head forward until his lips capture yours. His tongue, unusually large and powerful, invades your mouth with aggressive fervor, leaving you breathless and unable to resist. You whine against his mouth and from the pleasure, his palm rubbing nicely against your clit. You can faintly hear the sloshing noises down your sex from Sukunas ceaseless fingering. It was warm, everything was warm; your face, your tummy, Sukuna’s hands, and wet mouth on you. Your legs were trembling and you couldn't think so much as breathe. But just when you are about to fall off the edge, Sukuna pulls away and stops all ministrations from your body.

Fat hot tears clouded your sight and started to spill down your flushed red face from the pleasure that had been snatched away from you. “No no no no please I-i-i’ll be good please dont s-stop.” You attempted to grab Sukunas hand and pull it back to you but he quickly swatted it away.

"Didnt I tell you? Im preparing you for the real thing."

Sukuna grasps either end of your hips with two of his four arms, lifting you just above his lap. You find yourself straddling him, but he keeps you hovering over him, so your entrance is aligned with his tip.

"Wait woah wait wait-"

It's too late. You let out a choked scream at the feeling of his thick hard member forcefully spreading your tight insides, and oh my god you have never felt so fucking full in your life right now. You squirm and writhe against his hold, desperately trying to get away from the massive length penetrating you. Fat hot tears stream down your face as he lowers you onto him. Sukuna grits his teeth, maybe he underestimated how small your hole would be, you are only halfway down his dick and he cant seem to lower you any farther. Furthermore, Sukuna gravely underestimated how tight, warm, and gummy your walls, like molten honey solidifying into a vice, trapping him in a relentless, clinging embrace.

“Shit your tight, loosen up a bit would ya?” He tries to push you down even more but his tip is already smooshed against your cervix. The pressure on your cervix and the stretch of your walls around his dick knocks the wind out of you, and Sukuna groans at the way your pussy tightens in an attempt to push out the foreign intrusion.

Sukuna’s about to pull you out to thrust into you again, when he notices a trickle of blood from your pussy drip down his balls, the realization of what it meant making him grin.

“Shit your actually a fucking virgin aren’t you.”

Your too lost in the pain and slight foreign pleasure to register the question, and he takes the silence as a yes.

“Good.”

You let out a scream when he pulls out and thrusts back into you. The sudden thrust makes your eyes roll back from the dull painful pleasure coursing through your veins. To be fair a part of Sukuna told him to go slow, to be kinder on you since you were just a small weak human. But from the way your hot sticky walls sucked him in, and how you looked at him, Jesus, how you looked at him, like he was your god, made him lose control.

Your drooling now, as his lifts you up and down his dick like a fucking sex toy. It was dizzying, the curvature of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, scraping against your vaginal walls every time he slams you down on his length. The friction is incredible and it made pain quickly turn into pleasure. Waves of overwhelming sensations surged through your body, filling you completely and sending waves of euphoria cascading through every nerve, making you shudder with an intense, almost blissful delight.

"Shit, feel better than I expected." Sukuna grunts. "Gonna have to do this every day, all the time."

And suddenly—you feel it. What you’ve heard about from friends or seen in porn.

Its like all your bodies energy centers are activating at once and your left utterly helpless to the feeling of tingling ecstasy wrapping your brain and stomach.

You dont know how to tell him that something is happening, not when the pleasure is too immense your barley breathing full breaths. But Sukuna understands the words you tried to desperately to communicate.

“Do it slut. Cum. I’ll fill you up, and if it spills ill fuck it back into you.”

As of on command, the knot in your stomach bursts, and you are thrown toward a euphoric grave.

“Sh-Shit, shit, fuuuuck~” He chuckles into your ear, choking over his words as his hips sputter inside of you, hot cum fills you as much as you can hold inside of your stuffed cunny. Theres so much of his cum that is rolls back down the base of his cock and on his balls.

"Fuck, you did good, so good."

[happy74827]

One Call Away

[Wade Wilson x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: During one of his "jobs," Deadpool gets a call from his favorite gal [GIF Creds: jdsheart]

WC: 1970

Category: Fluff, Major Comedy {TW: Deadpool’s Humor/Nonfiltered Personality}

This man is so hard to write. I’m always stressing the noggin when it comes to planning and plotting 😔

『••✎••』

"And away we go..."

One neck crack and a couple of hip twists later, he was off like Aladdin and his fucktoy carpet, scaling the building similarly to a chameleon on LSD.

The only thing that was missing was some epic music.

He'd been chasing this baddie around the city for almost two days now. Some big-shot mob boss with ties to Hydra, or the Mafia, or the Yakuza, or some other three-letter-acronym organization. It was hard to keep track of them all at this point. They were all the same, except for the name.

They all had their own agenda.

Kill him, keep him prisoner, pay him off...

Wade never cared enough to listen because it was always the same. He just got hired to do the dirty work, and the pay was good.

The killing was better.

This one, however, was particularly good at eluding him. He'd been trying to get his hands on this man for a few days now. It wasn't as though he was trying to be stealthy or anything, either. He'd walked right up to his front door, knocked, and was greeted with a spray of machine gun bullets.

So, the usual.

But then the guy ran and didn't stop. It was like the fucking Roadrunner met Sonic the Hedgehog, and they decided to fuck around and find out.

Wade was getting real sick and tired of being a Roadrunner, too. He had a reputation to uphold. He wasn't known as the Merc with the Mouth for nothing. He was supposed to be the one doing the running and the killing.

Not the other way around.

Finally, finally, he managed to reach the roof where the guy was currently taking cover behind a small brick shack. The sun was rising, but it was still dark, and there were a couple of floodlights shining on the rooftop. It made him think of the night he'd had that heart-to-heart with Blind Al, even though all she really wanted was for him to bring her some of that special brownie mix.

What a night that had been.

But anyway, this monologue is starting to get too long, and we should probably move things along, eh?

Right.

So, the baddie.

His name was something long and non-English.

Salvatore, or Santino, or Salvation... Whatever the fuck it was, it didn't really matter. What mattered was that it was time to make him dead.

He stepped around the corner and was met with a spray of bullets, all of which lodged themselves into his Kevlar vest.

"Oh, come on!" he yelled over the sound of the gunfire. "This is real leather, you know. I'm tired of all the offscreen sewing and shit."

When the spray finally ended, he took a moment to catch his breath.

"…ow," he whispered to himself.

"You shouldn't have followed me here," the man said.

"Yeah, whatever," Deadpool replied. "Look, I'll make this easy for you. You drop down and give me fifty, and I'll let you keep that hideous mustache you're sporting."

The man's eyes widened in surprise.

"It's not that bad, is it?"

"Yes, yes it is," Deadpool assured him. "You got a squirrel living in it or something?"

"It's just a little bit of gray, you dick," the man argued. "What about you? What's with the mask? Are you hiding a mustache under there, too, or something? Maybe some acne scars?"

Deadpool shook his head and stepped forward, his guns drawn.

"Don't come any closer!"

"You know, this would be much more intimidating if you didn't look like a cartoon mouse."

"Stop it with the mustache!"

"Alright, alright," Deadpool said. "Enough with the mustache. But what is it about your hairline? I can't put my finger on it."

The man sighed in exasperation and pulled out his pistol, aiming it right at Deadpool's face.

"Hey now, don't point that at me," Deadpool scolded him. "That's not a very nice thing to do."

He ignored him and pulled the trigger, a loud boom ringing out as the bullet fired. It whizzed by him but missed its mark.

"You really are a dick," He grumbled before aiming his gun right between the man's eyes. And he was going to shoot, honest.

He really was.

But then his phone rang, and he was well-reminded of the current song playing through his head.

I'm a buff baby that can dance like a man. I can shake-ah my fanny, I can shake-ah my can!

Needless to say, he was distracted.

He lowered his gun and looked down at his pocket, where his phone was still ringing and still vibrating against his leg.

"Shit, hold that thought," He said to the guy, and he holstered his gun.

"Wh-what the hell are you doing?!"

Deadpool put his finger up to shush him before pulling his phone out of his pocket to answer it.

If you're an evil witch, I’ll punch you for fu—

"Heyyyy," he said in a sing-songy voice, "you've reached the phone sex hotline. For kinks and fetishes, press one. For booty calls, press two. For your favorite mercenary, press three."

"Ey, pendejo—" His opponent started, but he cut him off by snapping and raising his finger.

"Cut it, Tuco Salamanca. Breaking Bad called and wants its meth-cooking mustache back."

"Wha-I-you-"

"Anyways, this is your favorite merc speaking. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"

"Is this a bad time?"

Wade's eyes widened in shock, and his jaw dropped open when he heard her voice on the other end of the line.

"Baby girl! Is that you? Oh, how I've missed your voice. It's like hearing an angel, or an angelic chorus, or a whole bunch of angels, but you're the most important one. Like, the lead singer or something."

"I literally saw you last night." Your voice was always drenched with the most amazing kind of sarcasm, and he'd missed it.

"And?"

"It's only been a few hours."

"And?"

"That's a short amount of time."

"And?"

You sighed, but he knew you weren't really annoyed.

"Anyways, you sounded busy," you continued, "so I'll just let you go."

"What?! No! Don't hang up!" He shouted into the receiver. "I've only fiddled with my pistols! Nothing interesting is happening right now!"

"Your pistols, huh?" You asked a hint of mischief in your voice.

"Well, yeah. They're the most important part of the mission, you know."

In the corner of his eye, he could see his target making his way towards the edge of the building. Quickly and efficiently, without dropping his attention from his conversation with you, he lifted his gun and fired a shot at the man's knee.

"Ah, fuck!" the man screamed in pain. "My knee!"

"Hey! Language!" Deadpool scolded him. "The lady of the house is listening!"

"Lady of the- what the fuck?!"

"I said language, you mustachioed rat!"

"Mustachioed rat?" You asked.

"Sorry, babe," he replied. "You know how excited I get when Downtown Abbey is on."

“There’s gunshots in Downtown Abbey?"

"Gunshots? Oh, no, no. That was… uh, a car alarm. Yeah, the neighbor's car alarm was going off."

"Uh-huh," you said, not sounding very convinced. And, of course, that was right around the time the guy's gun went off again, this time hitting him square in the shoulder. It made the phone fall out of his hand and clatter onto the ground, but the call was still connected.

"Dammit!" He yelled, looking at the fresh blood dripping down his arm. "That's gonna take forever to heal!"

"Who are you talking to?" The man demanded, his gun still aimed at Deadpool's face. "You're working with someone?"

"Hey, now, I don't remember giving you permission to talk," Deadpool told him, holding his bloody arm up to his face. "Look, I've gotta call you back, babe. I know it's been so heartbreakingly long—"

"Again, only a few hours," you said.

"—but duty calls. Love you, bye."

"Love you, bye."

With that, the line disconnected.

"Ugh," he groaned, his heart aching for the loss of your sweet voice. "I miss her already."

"Ey," his opponent growled, drawing his attention. He started speaking in rapid-fire Spanish, which Deadpool didn't really understand, but he didn't have to. The guy was just ranting and raving.

"Alright, alright, chill," Deadpool said. "Just calm down. It’ll all be over soon, little buddy."

"I am not little! I am a giant!" The guy protested, and Wade could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. "And I will not chill!"

"Well, can't argue with that, I guess," Deadpool said with a shrug, and he took aim. But before he could pull the trigger, the guy was running again.

"Hey, what did I tell you about running?!" He yelled, but his voice fell on deaf ears as the guy reached the ledge.

"I am a giant!"

"No, you're a giant asshat!"

"I will not be bested by some masked buffoon!"

"Buff? Me? Why, I never!"

"You're the biggest asshole I've ever met!"

"You know what? I am a big ass! A big, round, bubbly ass." He paused for a second. "Hey, what's your favorite flavor?"

"Fuck you, you red-clad imbecile!"

"You know, I'd ask you out to dinner first, but we're kinda past that now."

"Argh!"

"Alright, enough stalling," Deadpool said. "It's time to end this."

"Yes," the guy said, turning his gun back on Deadpool. "It is."

Of course, Deadpool being the smart-ass he was, he'd already taken a step to the side. As the bullet whizzed past him, he reached for his gun.

"Now, where did I put that thing? Oh, there it is."

He aimed the gun and fired, and the man fell back onto the ground. The bullet hit him right in the middle of his forehead, his blood splattering all over the concrete.

"Ha ha! Fatality. Deadpool wins!" He said, his voice taking on the deep, grounded tone of the narrator from Mortal Kombat. "Flawless Victory."

He stood over the body for a few seconds, reveling in his victory, before he felt the presence of another.

The gun on his right side got ripped from its holster, and the barrel was aimed back into his face, as it always seems to be.

But, he already sensed it was coming, so his fingers wrapped around his other and aimed that right in the golden spot… and let’s just say, The Golden Girls was a little less golden and a lot more crimson.

"Wow, this has got to be a record," He said as he bent down to stare at the new one’s anguish. "Two dead ugly mustaches in the same day. You can call me Sweeney Todd because shit… I just shaved you the fuck up."

He didn’t give the poor bastard a chance to even whimper before he fired another two shots into the man's head. All in all, this had been the easiest payday he'd had in a while.

He picked up his cell phone and slipped it back into its pocket before bending down and scooping up the mustache man's pistol.

"Ooh, lookie here, a nice, shiny new pistol," he said to himself. "Just what I've always wanted. Well, I don't actually need it. It's not like I have any other holes in my body, but you know what they say. The more the merrier."

He stuffed the gun in his holster and turned around, heading back the way he'd come.

"Time to get back to the good stuff," he said. "I have a date with my favorite girl."

He hopped up onto the ledge and looked down, his eyes locking on the window to his apartment.

And when he arrived, bloody and battered, you could only smile while holding up little ole Mary Puppins in all her drooling glory.

God, how he missed his girls.

[madamechrissy]

☆ Hypnotic taking over me ☆

☆ Pairings: Inumaki Toge x Fem reader

☆ Content/warnings: 18+, explicit, oral sex (f and m receiving), first time (for Toge) rough sex, freaky sex outta nowhere lol, normal world AU but that speech still does things

☆ Word count: 5.2k

☆ Summary: You have been gaming buddies with Inumaki Toge forever, and you have had a crush on your silent friend. You speak through texts on your phone, and you let it blurt you think he's hot during a game sesh. You then hear him speak, and... well the gaming is done for the night.

☆ A/N: This was an anon request for aged up Inumaki Toge x F reader <3 They're twenty one here. Cute smutty fluff, they're shy and awkward. Hope you like it, Anon!

You and your best friend and gaming buddy, Inumaki Togé- otherwise known as the ‘Silent Slayer’- are currently side by side in your gamer chairs, in your fortress of solitude (aka your living room), armed with controllers like two valiant knights preparing for battle. The mission? To conquer yet another level of the bizarre, pixelated universe that you both enjoy navigating.

Inumaki has always been the quiet type, he rarely spoke at all, but you enjoyed the quiet, especially as your work has you on the phone all day. You all had met online, gaming, and had gotten to know each other through typing mostly, and fuck if he wasn’t absolutely hilarious on there. When you first met up in real life, you expected him to be outgoing, wild…

But he was quiet, so quiet he rarely would speak, opting to text you non stop instead and smile at you slyly, with black swirling tattoos on his cheeks and tongue even that made you…

You like him, you really like him, this boy next to you in his big hoodie, with his ash blond hair glimmering under the lights of your living room, of his pretty smile, and his violet eyes. You find yourself lost in them at times, and he’ll shoot you a silly text, which you’ll laugh at.

Toge: You slackin’, lil homie.

You glare at him, and he just grins.

“Me, slacking? Nah, you’re just running in the middle swinging that damn sword! I’m playing the smart game!” You retort, and he smirks.

Toge: You scared?

“Scared, me? Pshh.” You stick your tongue out at him, and he texts you again, sticking his own out and… doing things to you, shit.

Toge: You’re off today, bruh.

You roll your eyes, sighing as your thumbs roll over the soft rubber pads of the controllers and narrowing your eyes, focusing on the screen again, ignoring the odd heat in your core. You had not much experience for being twenty one, but you’d done some things, you’d had a boyfriend back in the day you’d had awkward sex with once upon a time.

You masturbated, you weren’t some super innocent girl, but… you feel that way, with him, like some high school butterflies in your tummy. When he hugs you tight, when he ruffles your hair, when he puts playful kisses on your cheek. When he tickles you, when you all play fight, you all really were the best of friends, if only you could ignore the gnawing ache he leaves.

You have no clue how to tell him, as you’re so far in the friend zone it’s ridiculous, you both can spend hours together slaying dragons, leveling up, and engaging in epic quests. And he has never really spoken, you haven’t even heard his voice, you wonder at times what it sounds like…

But you were perfectly content with the silence, there was Inumaki’s ridiculous trap music blaring, and of course his soft laugh, which you did enjoy to hear. But things keep getting more muddled in your mind the more you all hang out. Tonight he was staying at your place, as you all were sipping on some wine along with the pizzas you’d ordered.

Maybe that was it, him staying the night, that makes the air feel charged, like static electricity before a storm. Or maybe it is the little bit of wine in your system, is that why you’re feeling particularly giddy and light-headed? Or is it that he’s now taking off his hoodie, laying it on the back of the chair, and you can see lithe muscles under a thin white shirt?

Toge: Ya staring, haha caught ya. I’m hot, huh?

You snort as you read your phone, but then you take a sip for courage, and finally say it. “You’re very hot, Toge.”

He pauses then, you expect some silly, goofy text, but he’s… blushing, a pretty pink flush on his cheeks, as he looks down nervously, clearing his throat, opening his lips as if to speak. You clutch the gaming chair arm with one hand, nervously sitting up then, sucking in a breath at the idea. But then he turns away, rubbing the back of his neck.

You panic.

“I am so sorry, oh my god. Wine I guess? Um… please ignore me.” You get up then, heart pounding in your ears, so embarrassed, he clearly just wanted to be friends, he’d never even complimented your looks, it was always friendly banter. “I’m sure I’m not your type.”

Your grumble under your breath isn’t missed, though you think he must not have heard it, and you’re back in the kitchen, pouring more white wine in your glass, blinking back tears. You’re going to ruin your friendship, because you’re hopeless for him, for your quiet gamer buddy who’d shown you no interest. So hopeless you turn down dates to game with him.

What’s up with you?

You jump then, as his hands touch your shoulders, and you turn to look up at him, you feel his body heat behind you, enwrapping you, making you tremble with intense need that rocks through you. Toge gently brushes your hair back then, and you look up into his violet gaze with shocked eyes, as it feels so intimate, not like what you’re used to.

“Pretty.” He says, and you suck in a breath, as he starts to cough then, looking away as he does, before sucking in a breath. “You’re pretty.”

That’s his voice!?

This deep, sexy voice in this little gamer body? You’re hot between your thighs now, shifting them, as he takes a deep breath, clearing his throat again. You step a little closer, as your matching converse sneakers touch each other just so, and you find your hand sliding up his chest, making him blush again. But he doesn’t stop you, he just watches, eyes going lidded.

“That’s your voice, Toge?” He nods, and you exhale. “It’s so… hot. I’m sorry your voice is hot.”

He laughs softly, shaking his head, as you drop your hand, but he puts it back on his chest, and something… shifts. He doesn’t speak with his words again, but it’s something in how he’s looking at you, in how his hand is gently holding your wrist, in how good he smells, how his lips are parted just so.

“You think I’m pretty?” You ask softly, and he nods eagerly, pulling out his phone then and typing.

Toge: You’re so pretty. I thought you knew that lil homie?

“You’ve never said that before.” You say then, and he sighs, brows together as he types once more.

Toge: I didn’t wanna make it awkward, read the room bruh.

“Read the room, I was hitting on you. Ugh.” You step back, turning away again, sipping the wine, tart on your tongue. “I am being dumb, I know we’re just friends. Maybe wine makes me horny.” He coughs then, and you look back to see his eyes wide, making you blush now, looking away. “I’m sorry, I’m on one huh? Let’s go pick a movie?”

He just nods, and you sigh.

“I’ve made it awkward. Promise I’ll be your homie.” You ruffle his hair now, and he frowns a bit as you move the chairs out of the way, tossing him the remote.

“You pick something, I’ll get more snacks!” Inumaki Toge may be staring at your ass currently, no let’s be real, he is staring, you’re wearing your little soft gym shorts that drive him crazy, but he can’t tell you that, can he? That all he does is stare at you when you’re not looking.

That he thinks of you as he strokes his cock at night, of licking your pretty pussy as you’re gaming, just to distract you and make you fuck up. You are a better gamer than him, he could really throw you off. Or he imagines you surrounding his cock, just making you sit there as he’s thrust inside you, and you’re whining and whimpering as you throb around him.

How does Inumaki tell you when he can’t talk? And even when he does, he feels so nervous, he’s so much better through texting, through typing to you on that game. Fuck even typing he knew you must be beautiful, your mind, your personality, how sweet and shy you are, when you’re such a knockout.

He hungrily eyes your thighs as you bend over to get something out of the fridge, and his cock gets hard under his sweats, straining against his boxers as he pictures shoving his cock between them. Inumaki was a virgin, however he would try his best if he ever got a chance with you.

Look at you, look at your breasts bouncing in that tank that’s a little too tight on you, look at those nipples perking up since you have no bra. He gulps, his throat already sore from speaking, but he would take any pain for you, if he could grab that waist, those hips in his hands. If you were on him.

After you’ve returned with snacks and sat down, you’ve settled in, the awkwardness is still lingering, something feels a little different. Toge’s pretty eyes keep darting over to you, and you pretend not to notice, popping popcorn into your mouth, tossing one playfully at him.

You’re both leaning against the armrests, creating an invisible barrier, until you get to a particular scary part, and you squeal, burying your face in his shoulder. You’re covering your face, and he laughs, that breathy, soft sound, his hand sliding around your waist. You tense up, but his eyes are on the TV, as if he’s not even aware of what he’s doing.

But you’re aware, fuck you’re aware.

You stay that way now, exhaling nervously, tentatively leaning against him, your hand on his thigh as you’re snuggling against him on the couch. You’re so aware of every breath he makes, of his heart thrumming, and you’re aware of his thumb, making gentle, lazy circles on your waist, under your breasts, where you’re bare with your cropped shirt.

You swallow hard, trying to focus on the movie, the women running and screaming from the masked killer, but his hand feels like it’s burning through you. It’s not too far, he just watches the movie, caressing you, and soon you relax into it, eyes fluttering shut for a moment at how good it feels.

Now his fingertips are brushing up and down the side of your waist, leaving little goosebumps in their trail, and you don’t say anything, you don’t want to ruin this  moment or make him stop, it feels so, so good, as you sink into him, against your soft gray couch. So you sit there, with his hand on you, doing things to your psyche, like his caresses are sending signals in your brain.

You lean your head on his shoulder, surprisingly strong for him being slim, you notice he’s so strong as your hand slides up a bare bicep, and he tenses then, you internally curse, wondering if you shouldn’t, but then he relaxes. You hear him gulp audibly, as his hand begins sliding up your back, to your neck, playing with your hair, his breathing even out.

His fingers massaging your scalp feel so good you damn near purr like some fucking cat, it’s so quiet, it always is with Toge, but his hands speak more than anything else could. As the movie plays on, you feel your own walls crumbling, that resolve to stay friends and not be awkward is failing. Fuck you just want to kiss him, your breath is on his neck as he keeps his gentle caresses up.

He starts running his hand up and down your back, his thumb circling the base of your neck, sending shivers down your spine, desire hot in your tummy, and you can’t help but lean into him more, closing your eyes and letting out a content sigh, before saying fuck it. You kiss his throat, feeling his hot skin under your lips, and he jerks then, making you back away.

“Toge, I’m so sorry. Shit. I’m stupid.” You pull back, covering your face, legs trembling and knees knocking just from that little bit of touching. “I don’t know what’s wrong with-”

“Come here.” You gasp as he speaks once more, and you nervously feel your cheeks heat up when you see it, a bulge under his sweats. And fuck if it’s not a big one too.

“Come here?” He nods then, clearing his throat, pulling you onto his lap, and your head falls back in pleasure as you press against him where you’re so hot and eager. “Embarrassing.”

He shakes his head, as if to let you know it’s not, his full lips glossy, running his hands up the sides of your body. You roll your hips, making him suck in a breath, his violet eyes dilated, pupils pinpoints, making them so bright you just melt, as you lean forward, placing hands on his shoulders.

“Is this okay, Toge?” You ask, and he nods eagerly, pushing your hips down now, hands on the sensitive skin of your upper thighs, and his bulge is sliding right between your puffy lips. “Mnh!”

“Fuck.” He whispers, and then you lose it, hearing his hot voice cuss is maybe the sexiest thing that you’ve felt. You gasp, then grind again, hearing his soft moan under his breath, and that’s just what you want, you want him.

You eagerly lean down, and he leans up, hands now grabbing your ass, as your lips meet for the first time, and you’re drinking him in, now tasting him, salty and sweet from your snacks and drinks. He’s so delicate with you, how he kisses you, how his tongue swirls in your mouth, dancing with yours as he bucks his hips up, his tip bumping your clit.

“Fuck!” It’s your turn to cuss, as your head falls back, leading him to kiss down your throat eagerly, his tattooed tongue hot and eager on your throat, making you wildly wonder what else it does, making you even wetter. You cry out when he bites your skin between his teeth. “Mmm!”

He exhales, and you pull back, hungry for him, kissing down his neck, rubbing his length, and you get between his knees, sinking to your own on your soft carpet, untying his sweats. He halts you, grabbing your wrists then, and you get just a glimpse of his pelvis, soft hair right above his cock, two v cuts of muscle on either side, and the sight alone makes you soaked.

“I wanna suck you, please?” You ask, eyelashes fluttering as you look up at him, and he gulps, not letting your wrist go. “Fuck, is this too far?”

He opens his mouth a few times, before he whispers- “Virgin.”

“Oh, that’s okay! I have only been with one guy, so not too experienced. Um, do you wanna wait?” You ask, and he brushes your hair back gently, caressing your face, his thumb brushing your lower lip. He shakes his head then, and you smile, pulling his sweats down, eyes widening as you reveal him.

His cock is way bigger than you thought, it doesn’t even make sense anatomically on his body, Toge isn’t tall and he’s skinny, but his cock? Jesus. It’s pretty and long, with a pink tip leaking precum, your hand is so tiny it’s not even covering half of his cock whatsoever. His hand grips your hair, pulling, then he lets go at your whine as if he’s scared.

“No, I like it, Toge.” You put his hand back on your hair, flicking your tongue on his tip then, and he gasps, his hand tightening in your hair again, making you even wetter between your thighs. “Do you like it?” He nods, and you lick him again, watching those long blond lashes lower over his pretty eyes, then they squeeze shut for just a moment as you take him in your mouth.

You suck the tip of him, rolling your tongue along the ridge, tasting the salty precum mixed with his skin, and you look up at him as you stroke him with your hand, sucking him up and down now. He’s moaning, huffing, his cheeks reddening just a bit, yanking you down more, shoving his cock up. You gag a bit and he pulls back, you see his face full of worry.

“You can do that, it’s okay.” You say, and he shakes his head again, caressing your face gently, and you smile softly, taking him back into your mouth, up and down, but he’s gentle in his movements, careful. You suck him down your throat then, his hips buck in response, both his hands in your hair now.

You keep sucking, as his tip hits your uvula, and you fully intend to suck him off, one hand reaching down to slip under your waist band, feeling your swollen clit, just begging for attention. But if Toge is a virgin you figure he may want just his for now, but soon he’s shocked you, yanking you up and flipping you on your back, his pretty face over yours.

You’re breathless then, as one of his hands slides under your waist band, as if he’d seen you play with yourself, making you furiously blush. “Toge I can make you cum, you don’t have to- ah!”

Toge finds your clit then, rubbing it tentatively, looking at you for guidance, and his finger feels so much better than yours could. You whine out softly, so wet it’s embarrassing, taking his hand then, and rubbing in little circles with him. He kisses down your neck then, before yanking up your top, gasping as he sees your breasts, and you lean up to pull it over your head.

“Beautiful.” He says softly, before coughing, and it touches you so much your eyes water, your throat constricting with emotions as he gazes at you so in awe, as he rubs his throat.

“Oh… thank you, Toge.” You say softly, and he kisses a tear that falls, frowning. “It’s good tears, promise. Mnh! You’re good at that.”

He’s rubbing his finger in quick circles now, kissing down a peak of your breast, sucking it into his mouth then, hot and eager, you can’t stop the whimper from your throat, growing wetter against him. Your nipples are so sensitive you can’t take it, the insane pleasure.

He’s sliding your shorts down then, and you’re exposed, so nervous, but his gaze makes you feel just that, beautiful, as he leans back down, taking your other breast into his mouth, and your hands brush against his undercut, enwrapping in his silky ash hair. Your back arches for more of his kisses, as he goes between the valley of your breasts, kissing and nipping.

You cry out when he’s kissing your soft tummy, when he’s gripping the jut of your hips, fingers pressing into your hip bones, and you’re grinding up for more, your hands now gripping his shirt. You yank at it, and he looks up with a little smile, kneeling and taking it off, and you drink in him shirtless, cut to perfection.

“You hide all this under your hoodies!?” You watch him blush again, smiling softly as you run your hands down his abdomen, watching the muscles flex, then he’s turning you, until he’s the one kneeling between your thighs, and you flush. His breath is right against you, as his eyes feast on your pussy then. “Toge…”

He moans softly, licking his lips, running a gentle finger down between your slit, and his eyes go wide as he studies it, as he pulls your lips apart with his thumbs, making more wetness drool out of your little hole. You’re losing it with every further moment he’s staring, his breath against you tickling your sensitive skin.

“Um, do you want to finger me? Or… oh fuck! Toge!” You’re moaning loud and wanton as he presses a kiss right on the hood of your clit now. He licks a stripe up your slit, making your legs tremble, cunt throbbing around nothing, looking up at you again. “That feels so good, Toge, yes… please.”

He exhales again, tickling you, licking up you again, and it feels so good you’re falling back against the couch, as he spreads your leg further up, your heels pressed into the couch. He tilts his head, hair tickling your skin softly, violet eyes glimmering, full of desire as he licks just under your clit now, holding the hood up with his thumb, and you scream out.

“Oh my god… y-yes. There, please.” You whine out, and he smiles against your pussy, you feel it, before he does it again, the little flick of his tongue faster and faster against you. “Ah- Toge- you sure you have… haven't!?”

He’s shutting his eyes as he tastes you, as he drinks you, of course he can’t really answer, but he gives you that answer by devouring you now, pulling you by your ass to bring you even further against his mouth. Your cunt is dripping down embarrassingly, as everything he does makes you so sensitive you’re losing it, it feels so much better than anything you’ve felt.

Toge’s so concentrated, when he sucks your little clit into his mouth, you scream then, shuddering as you start cumming, falling apart, clutching onto his hair so hard you’re pulling it, and he’s moaning against you, vibrating your clit. You’re riding out that orgasm right on his face, shamelessly rocking your hips on him, his chin against your entrance, his teeth scraping it.

He’s lapping you up now, against your entrance, as you gush out, so much wetness it’s shocking, you’ve never been so messy. He fingers the sticky mess with wonder, you’re a shaky, twitchy puddle of nothing now, as he then slides a long finger inside of your eager little cunt, and your eyes roll back, mouth wide open.

“Yummy.” He says then, and you cum just from his finger, barely moving, from his goddamn voice saying that, it washes over you and makes you weak,

“I… I am?” You whisper, and he nods, licking his lips, covered in you. Fuck his chin is even glistening from your arousal. He’s fingering you deeper, looking at you curiously, and you struggle to take a breath. “I already came, I’m good. Mnh!”

He keeps pressing up, shaking his head, and you look at him in shock, before your eyes flutter shut in pleasure.

“Okay, you’re freaky, fuck. Um… press up, ah! There, there, shit!” You scream out again, and look to see him grinning with white teeth, licking his lips with that tongue that you now know does the best things, the swirled tattoos only enhancing your pleasure, your desire. “You have done this… no way…”

He shakes his head, just looking up, curling his finger up again, then you’re pulsing around his finger again, as you hear your wetness squishing in the room, as somehow your ass had knocked the remote off, and it’s quiet. Aside from Toge’s sweet little sighs, as he’s lapping you up with his finger, and then you see glittery stars, fucking blackness.

You cum so hard you can’t breathe, yanking him up then, tasting yourself on his usually silent lips, lapping your sweet arousal off them. You pull back, gasping, cupping his face then and looking at him, at the clear hunger in his gaze. “Toge, are we… are we… do you wanna…”

He just looks at you, seriously, urging you on.

“Together?” You ask nervously, and he nods then, eagerly, kissing you again, again, again. You melt into his kisses, as his hands caress you, making you shiver at how sensitive you are from cumming so much. “Toge… do you um… wanna…”

He nods again.

“Fuck, okay, come on.” He helps you to stand, and you lead him to your room nervously, sitting on your bed then, and he cups your face, brushing your hair back again, bending over you. “Um, I don’t have any protection…”

He just grins, picking you up with surprising ease, shoving you to the center of the bed, and then he’s hot and hard between your thighs, fingering your pussy again, with two fingers this time. He’s scissoring those fingers in and out of your cunt, and you’re clinging to him, nails leaving little marks in his skin, as you cling to his back desperately.

“Toge…” You feel tears prick your eyes as he makes you cum again, then he’s holding his cock at the base, leaning up and sucking you off his fingers, making you so wet you’re slippery. “Um… here.”

You gently hold him, stroking and watching his face contorted in pleasure, then he hisses as you press him to your entrance. He looks at you in shock, and it feels so intense you can’t take it, after wanting him for so long, and he’s right here. It feels so intimate and different than before, and when his tip presses in just a bit, you almost cum again from that.

He’s huffing, gripping your waist now, thumbs pressing into your rib cage, and he presses further, stretching and burning your skin. Even though you’re so well lubricated, it’s been a long time since anything has been inside you, and Toge is big, so it burns so much when he slides in, you wince in pain. Toge pauses, eyes darting to yours, and you shake your head.

“It’s okay, um… you’re just big.” You whisper, and watch him flush a bit again, but he then pulls out just a bit, slamming into you then, and you feel him hit your cervix, something you can’t even describe. It’s so much pain you scream, but it’s so good, too, your walls are fluttering around him.

He stiffens, chest heaving with his breaths as he feels you tightening, and his eyes shut for just a moment, leaning over you, pulling back and thrusting again, drawing out more wetness, squelching in the room. He’s brushing back another little tear, drinking you in with his gaze.

“It’s good, it’s so good. Just let me um… adjust?” You say softly, and he nods, gripping you tightly, kissing your forehead sweetly as he sits there. “Mmm… okay. Okay, I can take it.”

He laughs softly, blowing the baby hairs by your forehead, then he’s fucking into you, firmer, gripping you so tight it hurts, but you want it. You want his cock shoving inside of you, over and over, that tip dragging on your walls, and you feel it building again, but more intense than his talented tongue, more intense than anything.

You’re clinging to him desperately, kissing him, drowning as he fucks you so goddamn good, rolling his hips and slamming into your cervix. You feel your heart thudding in your ears, pulse racing under him, his fingers dancing along your collarbone now, thumb pressing on that pulse.

“Toge!” You cry out when he flips you over, bringing your ass up, and smacking it then. “Toge!?” He exhales, smacking the other cheek, and gripping it so tight. “Do you um, like my ass?”

You peek back to see his giant grin, as he nods, and you giggle a bit, but then it’s shut up completely as his cock shoves in, dragging on your g spot with the curved, thick tip, making you scream as he buries himself to the hilt. You cum again, shattering around him, and earning a husky groan, as his hands grip your ass cheeks and spread, and now he’s looking as your cunt sucks him in.

Toge can feel you tightening around him again, making him so sensitive, he eases back and looks at you, at your waist so tiny and your ass so perfect at this angle, as he pulls you up even more. Your legs are shaking, as you press down into the bed, your head against your silky pillows, and he watches your tight little hole stretched by him.

It’s the sexiest thing he’s seen, and fuck you’re the best thing he’s felt, no dream could have ever been this good. You’re so perfect, so wet, he sees it just pouring down your hole, already swollen from his cock. He’s hitting you raw, the best thing he can imagine, as Toge imagines cumming so deep in you daily, he imagines how good it’ll look dripping out between your folds.

You scream out as he slams back in, and he’d be worried he hurt you, but as you grip those sheets, he can tell, you like it.

You’re so close, so close, as he slams into you now, like he’s been fucking forever, little fiend that he is. His hand slides up your spine, making you shiver and cling more, before he pulls your hair, bringing your head up. He’s wrapping it around his fist gently, pulling and using it to fuck you harder, harder.

“Oh my… Toge… I’m gonna cum, ngh!” You whimper pathetically, and he leans forward, pressing his cock in deep, grinding against you.

“Cum.” He whispers in your ear, and you do, as if he could command you with one damn word, you cum so hard you can’t breathe, squirting out wetness everywhere around his length, dripping down him. He pauses then, resting his head against your back now, sweaty with your exertions, you can feel him throbbing in you.

“Cum in me.” He stares at you, as you look back, and he’s cupping your chin in his hand. “Please, I want you to.” You say then, and he moans, so sexy, nodding, and fucking you so good it hurts, skin smacking with the thrusts he’s giving.

Toge shoves in one more time, cumming inside of you then, hot cum pouring inside of you so thick, and fuck there’s so much. He’s shivering behind you, slowly pumping it more, as you’re weak now, as you’re so full. Your arms collapse, and your head falls on the bed, as you try to catch your breath, as you blink rapidly, so overheated, your mind ruined.

“Oh my god. F-fuck.” You whine out then, and he’s pulling out, making such a mess as both of your fluids are pouring out.

He leans back, pulling you apart and sighing, watching as his white sperm is pulsing out of your little hole, and you feel yourself blushing everywhere, as you struggle to lean up. You peer back at him, at his lust filled gaze, and he licks his lips again, tattooed tongue darting back and forth, as if he’s hungry.

You squeak when he dives back down, lapping his own cum out of you, and you freak out. “Toge, w-what? I’m good! Toge-”

“Again.”

So… Inukami Toge is a freak.

And now he’s your boyfriend. <3

Hope you all liked this, I've never written him before!

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I have such intense feelings for your bingyuan roommate au, it’s unreal. Binghe would be the BIGGEST green tea bitch/pick me girl but only towards sy, no one else. encountering lbh in the wild first and then experiencing him next to sy would be a fever dream of epic proportions. actual dozens of women would want to behead him and rip out his guts. bc lbh would ditch them on their birthday, an actual medical emergency, or anything critical at all just bc sy vaguely implied he was hungry (lbh now HAS to cook for him, it is not a want, it is a NEED)

And sy would be worse then evvvver, lol. “That’s my little didi binghe, he’s so sweet and sensitive, girls are always breaking his heart :((( If I were his girlfriend I’d get married to him next week and bounce on him silly style. Too bad no one will ever appreciate binghe like I do :(((((” and it is only after MANY of those thoughts that he realizes that he might not feel all that brotherly towards lbh

on a hornier note, I’m at a toss up between thinking that lbh would bring his hookups/girlfriends back to his and sy’s home and fucking them there (bc in lbh’s mind he can’t cum right without the reminder of his gege… and what if gege walked in 🤤… maybe lbh can get him to join…) or him absolutely refusing to let any of them so much as glance at his gege (no one should look at sy except him)

EXACTLY EXACTLY EXACTLY you get it anon.

It's literally like

Woman: let's have a threesome with your friend

Binghe: the idea sounds so appealing but I don't want some stranger getting his hands on him! I don't want to share him with someone who doesn't show him the love he needs. I'm the only one who knows him well enough to be in a threesome with shen yuan

Woman: thats sex. You're just describing regular two people sex. You want to fuck your best friend.

In my head for this au I imagine them as long time friends.. shen yuan found binghe getting bullied at a park or something when they were kids and told his bullies to fuck off. Then he listened to binghe cry about how he's so worried about his sick mom being overworked and begged his parents to hire binghes mom. With way better pay, hours, and work environment, her health improved a lot and she's good friends with shen yuans parents.

Binghe tells himself he acts like shen yuans guard dog because he'll always be grateful for what he's done for his family, but really, he fell in love with his Yuan ge at first sight the second he saw a boy standing up for him instead of ignoring his bullying.

Someone: say something nice about your best friend

Binghe: oh I have so much to say! He's so sweet and intelligent and adorably nerdy ! He saved me and my mom and-

Someone: say something nice about your girlfriend

Binghe: um..... uh ...... well.... sometimes she... hmm......

The poor women he dates. They'd go through SO much suffering trying to "fix" him and then when they finally give up after going through hell itself, they see bingge and shen yuan get together and suddenly the most negligent terrible boyfriend in the world is buying flowers and posting corny pictures on Instagram and proposing a few months into the relationship.

Shen yuan: I can't believe I managed to bag someone as handsome beautiful and loving as binghe. He wakes up at 6am every morning to get started on breakfast so he can feed me in bed. He's so attentive I worry I'm taking advantage of him. How did he get broken up with so often? No one appreciates people like binghe

Everyone else binghe has ever dated: I told him I got stabbed and he left me on read