#he is FLUSTERED to all HELL

[willowser-but-nsfw]

love island bakugou is pretty reserved when it comes to expressing himself, only very rarely vocalizing how he feels in the confessional and to you, when he's certain no one else can hear. the one time everyone really sees how down bad he is for you is in some silly challenge, one that has you in a gimmicky, skimpy outfit to fit the theme, has you jumping into his arms for a big kiss, pushing him to sit down on something so you can make a show of grinding on his lap.

and he's completely red in the face LOL everyone's screaming and whistling and he can't even be mad about it, he's just trying not to smile akfhska and then in the confessional, he's all suntanned and shaking his head, running a hand across his face, still blushed up to his ears.

all he says is, "man," ducking his head to try and hide his grin, teeth digging into his lip. "she's somethin' else."

[seiwas]

you wear katsuki’s clothes to bed.

among all your cotton and silk pajamas, you prefer the thinning fabric of his faded tees. there are holes in some of them, just a few more seams away from their undoing as they fit far too large on you—but that’s why you love them.

they’re comfy and worn; lived in with love from the man that you love. when katsuki is gone for days or weeks at a time, you find his warmth intertwined within the threads of his t-shirts. when the fabric presses against your back, the bed doesn’t feel nearly as empty as it is.

(though it can never replace him. nothing can, you fear.)

“hoggin’ all my shirts,” he tuts, but you know it means nothing. the roll of white fabric is neatly folded unto itself, its crisp corners unfurling once handed over.

you giggle, shaking off its folds and fitting the hem right over your head. from the corner of your eye, you see katsuki’s gaze, watching you wrangle the fabric over you as the towel wrapped around your body slowly drops to the floor.

he turns away then, a little too quickly, a little too abruptly. if you look at him now, you’re sure you’ll find flushed cheeks and crimson eyes burning in shame for wanting you so inopportunely.

“guess you’ll just have to take me with it then.”

[chr0n1c-ag0ny]

if Sigma worked at the ADA dazai would call him pet names relentlessly, doesn't matter when, where, or who's listening:

"Hey pretty bird~ could you..."

"Oh, birdy can handle that, can't you, birdy?"

"Me and pretty boy are gonna go check out the crime scene,"

"Come on sweetheart, please, pretty please do my paperwork?"

"Morning darling~"

"Who decided to put their hands on our little bird," (no one touches Sigma. the entire ADA agree's on that one)

"Want to join the rest of us for lunch angel?"

"Good job, love,"

"Go get'em princess~"

"Hey hun could you help me with this report?"

"Come on beautiful, can't be late to that meeting or Kunikida's gonna have both of our heads,"

he doesn't stop, ever, and it starts spreading to the rest of the office.

Yosano will jokingly use the pet names when they're off the job or making fun of Dazai, but honestly takes to using them at work as well after a while, they're really pretty when they blush, wat can she say? (transfem!Sigma x Yosano yuri.... I think maybe)

Kunikida, after months of yelling at Dazai for being unprofessional and Sigma telling him "it's fine, really, it... it's not that much of a bother", will deadpan the pet name's with a very tired "I can't believe this is what my work like has come too" tone, esepcially cause Dazai will only refer to Sigma as said pet names in his reports (which Sigma and Kunikida always revise) and in the office groupchat/email chain.

Ranpo uses them in the gc.

Fukuzawa is tired of getting the reports from Dazai where a birdy is missed by Kunikida and Sigma's tireless revisions.

everyone else knows exactly who's being referred to when they hear those pet names, even if they don't use them themselves, just like Sigma pretends to not like it, but responds every time he hears one of his many titles.

they become his monikers in the field. Dazai is elated.

[quinns-art-box]

AND ONE LAST THING a redraw of a silly doodle i did a year ago that i felt the need to revisit, kaito jacket-sharing is important to me

[mrstsung]

Ah yes. I love drawing shang tsung all blushy and flustered. (Not easy but possible)

Shang basically rejuvenated and was gone for a while. I thought something bad happened to him. And was worried. Not noticing that he is not old man anymore. At least at the moment.

The sorcerer being all blushy at the fact of this sweet notion.

Also it's probably been a while since he's had to comfort someone like this. Hee hee. Poor shang. Its not the first time with me. Just the first time probably it would be super clingy and touchy touchy. Like full on hug and crying into his chest type of thing.

Just a fun idea.

I love taking powerful and dangerous "bad guys" and making them fluffy,sweet,and soft. Especially in a genuine but endearing situation. Fave pastime. <3

Anyways. Shang tsung all flustered.

Good stuff.

[spaciebabie]

Hi hello I’m the one who sent that angsty Springtrap ask a while ago and I would like to know your favorite tropes because I may or may not have,,, made an ao3 acc.

MY favorite tropes??? 😳 honestly in regards 2 springtrap if hes in any amount of pain i enjoy it. a bit sadistic of me yes, but i hate him.

but on a more serious note, i enjoy most tropes when it comes ta him truly!! monster who only has a soft spot for the person of his affections? good. oooh the a fell first b fell harder trope is something i think would fit him too (where he falls harder). i dunno! theres a lot 2 think abt X3

uhhh i dont really think abt characters in tropes so im sorry if this wasnt helpful hgfhgfhgvkhkh

[ccaptain]

I feel bad (as in; laughing) for H:SR Kaeya's partners who have a slight fixation on his chest or neck, because in all honesty those are his most exposed points, and once he notices that they like those parts he'll show those off trying to be subtle but managing to come off as endearing in the attempt at seduction.

[alteregozowie]

hm...

"Alastor and Michael sitting in a tree--"

does Alastor know this rhyme...? wait.... how does Lucifer know it....

// google says it originates from 1840 so Alastor may know it

"Sh-shut up Lucifer!!! I hope you trip over a hotel rug today!!!"

[rocky-road-to-london]

What was your first impression of Lord van Zieks?

thats a good question.... hes a public figure a lot so i dont think i remember??? i definitely did know of him before the whole reaper thing. i want to say i saw him at quinns?? or maybe another pub. but he was there with this goofy-looking blond guy with hair a lot like mine and they were super drunk and arguing about physics.

i dunno if that was the first time i met him but i do remember thinking he was kinda adorable. i was just a kid at the time? mostly just following my brother around. in hindsight that was probably professor harebrayne with him?? but they were having fun!!

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Can we get a MacMillan and shy fem s/o scenario? I feel like he deserves nice things

you're damn right he deserves nice things!!

Sometimes (Name) worries that she and MCMILLAN are perhaps a little too similar to be together.

He’s not quite so bold as some other men, that much is certain. However, it becomes increasingly clear the longer they’re together that between the two of them, he’s at least the bolder one. He’s friendly and personable, even if he sometimes doesn’t know exactly how to approach people.

If nothing else, he knows how to approach her. He’s always hesitant, but he doesn’t let that stop him the way she might.

Not even the fact that the two of them are trying to study in the library is going to stop him, apparently. (Name)’s nose is buried in the book, and so is McMillan’s… until such a time as he pokes his head up over the top of her book. Those glasses of his only serve to make his doe eyes even bigger as he gazes at her in the most sickeningly sweet adoring manner she’s ever seen anyone look at her.

“What are you reading, again?” he hums.

As if he’s pressed some button to fluster her just by speaking to her, her cheeks are instantly dusted in pink. “U-um… it’s… for my history assignment.”

He tilts his head. “Oh, history? Here I thought you were reading something for a science course.” Despite the fact that he can plainly see the title of the book on the cover.

“Oh… er…”

He’s nothing if not merciful, putting her out of her misery with a quick kiss. “Haha! Because, well, there’s so much chemistry between us? … Ah, I thought that would go over better. You’re so smart, I was sure you would get it right away!”

Funnily enough, as soon as the line registers in her head, (Name) is blushing much deeper. She’s seized by the distinct urge to hide her face behind her book. Of course, that would unfortunately hide her from her partner. That would be a shame; he’s very clever.

“A-ah, don’t feel bad, though! You were just so absorbed in your reading, you tuned everything else out. A woman who has an intense sense of focus is rather an attractive thing!” McMillan leans to give her another kiss, and his hand slides over to twine his fingers with hers.

When her face goes even redder, he laughs against her lips. “Oh… goodness… I wonder how many more times I can make you blush before it’s time for us to go to class!”

[tiredtriedfailures]

i was so over Noragami but goddamn i keep going back to how Kazuma fucking kills people and tortures people and controls, subjugates, dominates people and he DESIRES his god and he can do all that without them being sins because he's fully convinced in his actions being justified and his insane love for his god overcomes all, gods can do wrong? KAZUMA can do no wrong by the power of his own will. god bless.

[whisp3roftheheart]

I really am the most embarrassing person when I like someone lmao

[bcneheaded]

thinking about my tiefling cleric of kelemvor uuuhh tempest domain tav...... thinking about how he secretly thinks its a little funny that his god is kelemvor and his Thing is Electricity. If frankenstein exists in faerun..... he's absolutely read that as a child and was like.... c o o l... but reverse frankenstein.... thinking about my lolth sworn drow tav and how he is technically evil, but not a monster. he's deeply devout to lolth in maybe a like... simultaneously deeper yet Calmer(tm) way than most, and how before he finds out about The Truth (AHEM..) he instantly hates Minthara and thinks of her as a traitor for essentially being a heretic and betraying Lolth (but then feeling a little bad about it later when AHEM AHEM yknow. truths. if only because he's an absolute dummy and despite being evil Lite he also found her very pretty and ambitious and dominant jufydFGD)

also thinking about my half-orc draconic bloodline sorcerer, Roselyn, raised in baldurs gate in a very healthy happy family but ended up very self-conscious and sweet and sincere despite being Very Large and Scary and Strong. thinking about how shes very pretty and soft hearted and stuff but people see a half orc and. Stare. yk. and growing up, she ended up very self conscious about the scales on her face and used to try to cover them up <:' ) ended up anxious because of her magic. the whole ''learn to wield it or literally die'' thing iujghdgdf THINKING about how the big ol amazonian ass woman will literally melt into a puddle if you call her Rosie or compliment her bc she doesnt know how to take it, so she just ends up giggling and blushing like an idiot and then gets internally frustrated with herself jusdhfjdgfdGD 'GODS ROSIE you're sO EASY UGH' yk ykyk gfdgfdhd

thinking foREVER about my dragonborn durge bard, Fel (happy accident, that name).... because...... good route.... lots of praise and ''proud of you'''s. no spoilers jgjfgjfg but my favourite playthru handsdown.... oog

[lex-n-weegie]

Finished rewatching all of Owl House with some friends (we were helping one of them catch up) and

Uh

Maybe I like Darius way more than I thought

[spinchs-field]

i'm sorry i'm literally a chaser for catholic men i don't know what happened.

[designedparadigm]

[overstimulated] : john keeps making 09 Simon orgasm 

   it's  natural  that  simon  would  come  seeking  john  when  libido  got  high.  explaining  it's  once  again  the  shot  playing  up  on  him,  that  irritating  need  itching  at  him,  unable  to  get  his  focus  right.  he  never  was  that  great  at  dealing  with  it  himself.  just  ge'  i'  t'  stop  buggin'  me  -  please.  words  he  meant  -  and  words  he  didn't  regret,  left  clinging  onto  his  beloved  captain  as  thick  fingers  work  him  over.  his  head  buried  in  john's  shoulder,  those  strained  mewls  passing  his  lips  as  his  breath  hiccups  in  between.  he  doesn't  show  any  shame  in  the  way  he  bucks  his  hips  into  john's  fingers,  losing  himself  to  the  way  he's  worked  over. 

   the  curl  of  fingers  hits  the  right  spot,  and  there's  no  let  up.  it's  sudden,  and  has  simon  arching  his  back,  clinging  desperately  onto  john.  “hey  -  hah  -  ah  -  h  -”  his  grip  tightens,  knuckles  white,  as  eyes  flutter  closed,  mouth  hanging  agape  as  it  hits  him  without  any  warning.  he  wasn't  anywhere  near  ready  -  as  far  as  he's  concerned  -  but  it's  still  a  relieving  flood.  his  entire  body  shakes  as  the  heat  rushes  through  him,  squirting  all  over  his  partner  without  any  control  over  himself. 

   he  comes  down  with  a  shudder,  leaning  himself  into  john  again,  letting  out  a  soft  whimpering  sound,  trying  to  catch  his  breath.  he  should  know  better  than  to  think  it  stops  there.  it's  the  feeling  of  fingers  coming  out  that  sets  his  body  to  relax,  just  for  a  familiar  cock  head  to  press  up  against  his  folds,  sending  a  jolt  through  his  spine  and  a  soft  whimpering  mewl  to  come  past  him.  “john.”  he  whines  the  name  out  -  only  to  earn  himself  a  cock  shoved  inside  of  him. 

   in  seconds  he's  full  and  he  jolts  upright,  brown  eyes  wide  and  fixated  on  his  captain.  his  mouth  opens  -  and  all  that  comes  out  is  a  rather  loud  moan.  he  can't  be  angry.  he  can't  even  complain.  he  lets  himself  be  laid  back  out  on  the  bed,  john's  body  bearing  overtop  of  him.  simon's  hands  come  up,  just  to  be  moved  above  his  head.  he  trusts  john.  he's  told  him  his  wants,  things  he  likes.  he  knows  it's  being  played  into.  his  eyes  close  as  he  feels  john  start  to  move,  simon  left  squirming  underneath  him. 

   too  much  -  too  much.  (not  enough).  the  sting  of  tears  enters  his  eyes,  and  he  lets  them  fall  down  his  face.  there's  no  mistaking  his  enjoyment  from  the  loud  moans  that  rip  past  his  lips.  “made  for  me  -  made  for  me  -”  simon  hears  his  own  voice,  broken  up  and  repeating  the  same  sentence,  the  sentiment  running  through  his  mind  as  he's  overwhelmed  once  again.  he's  far  too  sensitive  and  his  body  rocks,  shuddering,  before  his  back  arches  and  his  beloveds  name  is  torn  from  his  lips  -  and  he  lets  himself  release  again.  he  knows  he's  released  all  over  john  for  the  second  time  now  -  and  he  swears  he  hears  a  chuckle.  maybe  he  does.  maybe  he  doesn't.  the  world  is  spinning  and  his  ears  are  ringing  -  and  there's  no  signs  of  any  of  it  stopping. 

   “j  -  ohn  -”  the  name  comes  out  on  a  broken  mewling  moan,  simon  sinking  his  body  into  the  mattress,  just  to  find  he's  chased  by  the  inescapable  thrusts  of  john's  cock  deep  inside  of  him.  his  legs  come  up,  knees  bending,  feet  in  the  air,  toes  curling  -  he's  shaking  and  he  knows  it.  he's  crying  and  he  knows  it.  a  sob  chokes  out;  but  there's  no  safe  word  uttered.  he  opens  his  eyes,  and  levels  a  begging  gaze;  something  that  gets  answered  with  lips  on  his,  and  his  arms  released.  there's  no  hesitation  in  the  way  simon  grabs  so  desperately  onto  john,  holding  him  in  a  vice  grip,  parting  his  lips  to  let  john  in,  to  give  him  more  of  simon.  as  if  he's  not  getting  more  than  enough,  driving  simon  to  the  brink. 

   i  love  you.  he  prays  beyond  everything  else  that  the  emotion  is  conveyed  in  the  way  he  kisses,  in  the  way  he  clings,  despite  the  break  of  the  kissing  to  take  shuddering  breaths  and  let  out  those  soft  mewls,  those  soft  sobs  as  it's  still  too  much.  he's  still  so  fucking  sensitive  -  but  he'll  be  damned  if  this  stops  any  time  soon.  he's  safe  and  he's  well  taken  care  of.