#he was a perv about it

[sarafangirlart]

Hephaestus making big beautiful palaces for the Olympians and for them to still laugh at his disability (and for Aphrodite to cheat on him in their own HOME AND BED) I would’ve turned into the joker if I were him.

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[jesuistrestriste]

Do u think Patrick would make fun of art of he let the m word slip infront of him.... i think he would BUT then he'd jerk off thinking about his best friend moaning mommy for the next three weeks

well yes !!

like pat and art and you are hanging out after the two of them just finished a recreational doubles match, and art’s all over you. smiling with low lids and melting into your hand on his lower back, shuddering subtly when he feels your fingers dance just under the bottom of his tee shirt and against his sweaty skin. he kinda forgets patrick is even next to him for a bit.

and so when you kiss art goodbye and give him that tender smile that he always sees above him in the bedroom, he kinda slips half-way into subspace and instinctively responds with a “bye, mommy..”

it comes out all syrupy sweet and slides right off his heavy tongue. he doesn’t realize what he’s just done until patrick starts sputtering and then bursts into a fit of laughter the second you’re out of earshot..

he’s doubled over, hands on his knees, tears in his eyes, as he howls and pushes at the blonde’s shoulder.

“oh my god, you dirty little freak!” he teases between gasps of air, straightening up to look at his best friend, “you dog!”

and yikes. maybe he made too big a deal out of it?

art’s hand is over his eyes and his bottom lip is wobbling with embarrassment as he pushes out a harsh fist and punches pat in the back, “fuck off.”

patrick can see the way his cheeks are burning pink. it makes his stomach flip faster than he can process it, and then he’s quickly done laughing at his buddy’s slip-up. now he’s completely transfixed.

oh, art..

he’s always the prettiest when he’s feeling shy.

and now the brunette knew something new about him.. something downright filthy; something that was so predictably him.

like of course art’s into that. why wouldn’t he be?

so patrick clears his throat and chuckles weakly before he mumbles another teasing remark and then slinks off to his car. he’ll apologize later, now he has bigger (more urgent) problems to deal with.

speeds home and shoves his hand down his shorts at every stoplight, palming himself and biting his lip when he thinks about the way the word fell so damn naturally from art’s hot mouth. he then starts to think about all of the gross, pervy things you probably make art do in your guys’ spare time.

you probably force him to hold back his orgasms until he cries. you probably slide your fingers over his tongue and force him to lick up any drool that spills out. you probably fuck him with a strap-on.. and patrick pictures the way art’s body probably jolts with every slap of your hand over his ass.

.. ohh, god yeah…

pat’s just barely turning the corner to his apartment before he has to pull over to the curb and slam on his breaks. he moans and curls over the steering wheel, his hand getting covered in a mess of sticky warmth as he bucks his hips into it to prolong the prickly and perfect sting of aftershock. he drinks in every moment of it. his mind torturously replaying a symphony of “mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy” in art’s dumb, needy voice.

he’s heaving air in and out of his lungs as he comes down, and he knows he’ll be thinking about today every time he wants to get off for the next, hmm, month..? year? it’s hard to say.

[kalashnikovlobotomy]

two page pervert comic under cut good morning

[creamsiclemelt]

Jonathan Drouin | Jan 04, 2025 [x]

[uinferno]

Looking back, Breeze and Allrienne's relationship is actually pretty good, especially for an early Sanderson romance, and that's in large part because he wrote it as "young woman down bad for a man twice her age" and "middle-aged casanova terrified he's emotionally manipulating a girl he's smitten with."

Like you know what? That's genuinely funny. Especially with the twist that she's been using zinc on him the entire time while he's not even dared to use brass after establishing he's pretty liberal with it overall.

Even with much of the fault of Sanderson's writing, especially with gender and romance and it once again being an early Sanderson work, it's a genuinely funny and honestly wholesome subversion of the "medieval noble is into a woman way too young for him." Not to mention with it being between more minor characters he doesn't suffer from the fumbles of Sanderson having to actually write romantic scenes.

With Sanderson wanting more women in any potential adaptation of Mistborn, I think an interesting take would be giving Allrienne a greater role, beyond some of the direct changes to the pre-existing cast.

[faunandfloraas]

Seeing someone say seungmins spoiled and lazy for not being obsessively in the gym to get abs has gotta be one of the most ????? Things I've ever seen lmao

[heavenbarnes]

I’ve seen you talk in the tags about older bf!Simon and that you get inspiration from your boyfriend? Is he like Simon or is it partial inspiration? ❤️ Love your older bf!Simon btw!

he serves as my inspiration only in part (firstly he’s only like three years older than me), but he can also partly inspire my characterisation of johnny too

he’s like simon in the sense that he has a flip phone, doesn’t like social media, good with his hands, occasional grump, likes only me and the lads, and secret sook

he’s like johnny in the sense that when we first started dating, i jokingly told him off like a dog (“ah ah no, drop it, good boy”) and he told me i had to stop unless i wanted him to get hard

[xxplastic-cubexx]

chat he follows where you look ........

bonus erik's lil smile with his Magnetic Steps emote ....

[trainer461818]

i love how unironic ingo and emmet are about being identical twins, like they just share an identity together and theyre proud of it, their dynamic is not self aware in the slightest theyre just like that fr, and thats why i think they get off to it after work maybe they even do it secretly from each other

[icecoldmarquees]

@blitzbuckz

"Of all the SHAMELESS, INEXCUSABLE CRAP YOU'VE PULLED THIS HAS TO BE ONE OF THE MOST REPREHENSIBLE! HOW DARE YOU LOOK UP MY ROYAL GARB WHILE YOU WERE BEING SENTENCED?!"

"HAVE YOU NO SHAME?!"

[whorrorbvby]

Hi Kikky!! 🥰🖤 How are you doing with the covid/flu?? Better ?🥺 Any news about those nip piercings??

i’m doing a lot better actually! i’m still hacking up a lung but apparently that doesn’t go away for a while 😓 i was actually gonna go this past weekend but i forgot there was a convention and both my main piercer (who said he would do the piercing me 🤩) and the guy i went for my philtrum were both there so the plan is to go this weekend so long as nothing comes up 🎉

[b1mbodoll]

perv jake… he is so special to me. Okay Wait What If I Said Perv Heeseung

[kaijugolisopod]

red dead redemption game devs did a great job of making Lemoyne one of the most miserable video game locations of all time

[sourpeachsayshi]

(minors / ageless / blank blogs dni - all characters are 21+)

you assumed that yuji's older brother was protective of you because you were yuji's best friend. figured that choso's possession stemmed from a place of care, and not anything else. but choso definitely has some yan tendencies towards you, has a thing of wanting to open up his home and make you feel as comfortable as possible.

a sleep over turns into him offering you to stay for the weekend. a weekend stretches to days when he reiterates that their before house is basically yours and you're welcome anytime. they know you don't have family in the city - that your apartment is small and sad and quiet. but he welcomes you with open arms, and you find comfort in accepting.

but that just gives him access. more chances to encroach into your space. to touch you how he likes. to eat you out at his pleasure. he's not really good with dating, too introverted to put himself out there. but you - you just walked right in. all he has to do is smother you with attention, and you open up for him like a blooming flower.

[rexscanonwife]

OK I'm watching this video about the tumultuous history of the infamous Foodfight and...I've been sitting here this entire time like

My mind is ACTUALLY blown cause all this time I thought it was just a BAD movie. One with no thought or care put behind it.

Come to find out that a lot of people actually TRIED to put their heart and soul into it, only for their efforts to be TARNISHED AND TORN ASUNDER by the fucking director?? If anyone here's a fan of long video essays and batshit rabbit holes then here ya go