#*blushes hard*

[tarrielrae]

🍅 kiss me, moonlight // sasuke uchiha icons pt. 14 🍅

[kkelsey--spring]

ken sato, the beautiful man you are

[dxckgrxsonx]

uhm. jason todd who absolutely needs to jerk off in his car after taking you out on a date and kissing you goodnight for the first time.

he can’t wait until he’s home to finish. too worked up by you. so hard it aches. hips pushing up into his hand. fucking his fist. gasping your name. mouth parted. eyes rolled into the back of his skull. he’s almost disgusted with himself. jerking off in his car outside your place. all from something so goddamn simple. but it hurts.

he can’t help himself. you have no idea what you do to him.

[flowersdiceandlove]

I am 100% completely convinced that on Mount Yujun when Hua Cheng burst into thousands of butterflies that he did not mean to do that. That man was freaking out so bad at finally finding Xie Lian again and holding his hand and helping him and Xie Lian being right there that when he finally saw just the slightest glimpse of Xie Lian’s face and the thought of Xie Lian seeing him that his nerves took over and he burst into thousands of butterflies. All throughout the walk, Hua Cheng was trying his damnedest to keep it the fuck together (literally) but he just couldn’t anymore. You cannot convince me otherwise. He held Xie Lian’s hand all through the walk, but then he shakes Xie Lian’s hand off the next time they meet? Yeah, he’s scared he’s gonna explode into butterflies again and that would Not Be Cool and Ruin His Image he’s curating for Xie Lian as this cool reliable guy he can come to for help and depend on.

[asmodeusamaryllis]

YIPPEE STRAIGHT UP USAGE OF THE WORD LOVE FOR THE LOVE TRIO YAYY!! 💚💙🩷

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!

[heartbeats-exe]

A rogue cultivator sneers at Shen Jiu during a summit: “Your reputation precedes you, Peak Lord Shen. Cold. Cruel. Unlovable.”

Shen Jiu, folding his fan with a sharp snap: “Oh? And yours doesn’t precede you at all. Likely because no one cares to remember you.”

He tilts his head, smile like a blade, voice smooth as poison and twice as fast-acting: “Tell me—did mediocrity feel like destiny, or was it a surprise? Or are you simply proud of having clawed your way to insignificance?”

The man opens his mouth. Shen Jiu doesn’t let him speak.

“Please, spare us your lineage. I already know it. A long, prestigious line of disappointments, each more forgettable than the last. You speak as though your opinion bears weight, but even your presence barely casts a shadow.”

He walks closer, circling once like a cat toying with a bleeding bird. His voice drops, every syllable enunciated with scalpel-precise contempt.

“You call me cold? That’s laughable, coming from someone who’s never burned hot enough to be remembered. Cruel? If I were truly cruel, I’d pretend to respect you. And unlovable?”

Shen Jiu leans in, smile gone—eyes narrowed, utterly, devastatingly unimpressed.

“Fool. Men twice as worthy have begged to crawl between my knees for a fraction of my attention. What have you ever inspired besides boredom and pity?”

He turns his back without ceremony, flicking his fan open once more like a judge pronouncing a death sentence.

“If you want relevance so badly, next time bring a blade, not your tongue. At least then we’d have a reason to remember you.”

The rogue cultivator looks like he aged a decade. One of his sleeves might be damp from silent tears. No one breathes.

Liu Qingge, in the back, visibly sweating: “Is this a duel or foreplay ??” Yue Qingyuan, staring glassy-eyed at Shen Jiu’s mouth: “I fear I may have developed a condition.” Mu Qingfang, flatly: “Do you need medical attention?” Liu Qingge: “Yes. For… heart demons.”

[heartfeltcherie]

i’m completely and utterly in love with the concept of reader developing feelings for alastor, but she knows he’s aroace so she doesn’t know how to communicate/doesn’t wanna cross any boundaries. so the next best thing? distance and close herself off from him.

when they’re in the same room she will not look at him or talk to him in case it slips that she’s head over heels.

she even goes as far as standing on the other side of the room because being too close to alastor sends her into a nervous frenzy.

but alastor, being the very observant demon that he is, notices how closed off she’s being when he’s used to her standing close to him. used to her soft and calming voice. used to having her presence around him all the time.

does he miss it? yes. will he ever admit that out loud? absolutely not.

so alastor confronts her about it. and maybe it takes a bit of poking and prodding to finally get reader to admit everything and she’s so terrified because “i don’t wanna lose you to my stupid and idiotic feelings”

but then… hehe. alastor just says;

“my darling, i love and cherish your company more than any of the others here. it’d be a downright shame to not have a beauty like you on my arm”

[silversoulsociety]

“I love you. I love you. I love you”

[freakshaped]

THE PITT 1.03 | 9:00 AM

[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.

[jaredwalkersam]

Jared Padalecki | Fanexpo Vancouver

[msmimundo]

In which Perry finds a way to slowdance (and succeeds they make out right after)

[meggeradraws]

my silly part 2 to this! I love post dsod kaiba corp bonus!

[spookeart]

Are they fighting?? Or are they flirting?

Yes, another Jegulus one because I’m simply obsessed with them.

[nanihirunkits]

Can I walk you home again?

THAMEPO | EP6