#blush blush brainrot

[sammy-smiles-531]

Me when I scream

But in all seriousness I’m happy Ace won. From his Phone Fling he seems like a wholesome guy.

[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.

[katyakurae]

Lucifer has found a new way to get on Alastor's nerves.

They aren't dating.

(Yet)

There is a second part now.

[caelanglang]

injury recovery…

*break an arm or two out there kids!*

[chellodello]

“Sir… sir! The cleansing chalk bath pods are single occupancy only, you’ll have to wash your weird alien pet elsewhere!”

I like to think that once they find a liquid that won’t burn Zim’s skin off, bath-time is very relaxing for them.

[teabutmakeitazure]

randomly approaching alhaitham and brushing away the hair covering his left eye, giggling, and then walking away

alhaitham is, at first, confused, then feels heat creeping up his cheeks because what

[iwouldfightforfrenchie]

Thinking about Old!Billy Butcher.

You're doing such a Good job, babe." He says, his two fingers deep inside of you

"Common' use your words babe.” He says while you're moaning and trembling against the tip of his cock.

"Oh baby don't cry it's only halfway through.” He says as tears start falling of your eyes too overwhelmed to speak.

"You want to cum uh? You want mean ol' Billy to make you cum?” He says after denying your orgasms more times than you can count.

"Fuck love, it's like you were made for this.” He says spilling his cum so deep inside you.

"My little girl filled with my cum."

[ddarker-dreams]

yan scara’s biggest fantasy: resting his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair, then falling asleep to the sweet sound of you humming a lullaby.

[harmonysanreads]

aventurine and sunday have practically dragged me back into hsr brainrot help

aventurine’s all for the gleam and glow, the high life, price tags still hanging off his most recent — and undeniably expensive — purchase for you. he’s casual and flirty, but is there a point where he can get out-flirted? what would it be like to have the tables turn and see him flustered for once?

sunday’s responsible, caring, and overall has a look of complete and total perfection. the wings behind his ears are very pretty — would he allow them to be touched, given that the two of you in private? do they subconsciously move and react when he feels strongly towards things, or does he have better self control than that? or are they a bit ticklish, perhaps... (my friend told me that it’s supposed to be “be not afraid”, not “do be giggling and kicking your feet” 😭)

- 🕯️

My dear🕯️anon is cooking again

Aventurine is definitely one of the highest spending yanderes and by that, I mean to the point of being ridiculous. Even if he's not giving you gifts, he's throwing fresh cash at any chance he gets and you can't quite predict when he'll do it.

I've also been trying to figure out the general pattern of his speech and I've heard people mention he isn't an outright flirt and all the instances where he's come close to 'flirting' you'll notice it's him trying to turn the tables in his favor. He's a master at the art of speaking and holding a conversation with him is like walking on a thin rope while balancing five books on your head. I think, if you just don't give up when playing these mental gymnastics with him, he'll be charmed.

Sunday's wings are probably very sensitive and I think it's best you don't touch them without permission, just to soften his mood. I've also had this thought that Sunday would give you one of his feathers as a token of friendship/trust/promise in the early stages of your 'relationship'.

[dannydanoninoo]

This scene will forever be iconic

[pia55tri]

wide awake for carcar teammates au... oscar finds that he doesn't actually mind carlos as a teammate. maybe in a different world, where they'd be in different colours, they would be strangers. but in this one, they're...good. it's hard to dislike someone who takes their job very seriously, and also always goes out of his way to bully a smile onto oscar's face. it's hard to dislike someone who was dnf'd because of a bad collision but still comes over to celebrate his teammate's podium with a sincere congratulations and a warm hug. if only he didn't like to hold oscar around the waist so often... or tug gently on his hair... or call him my love like it should mean something...

[sscarletvenus]

the family when it is found or something along the same lines

[imactuallyreallycool]

I got a good one:

It's night at Halloween and Mike takes Will trick or treating, and they both go out as a wizard+knight together!💞

(As always there could be spelling/grammatical errors lol)

I don’t know how to write flirting lollllll

I also head-canon that Joyce taught Will how to sew so he can make his own/the party’s dnd costumes :))) (ALSO ITS THE FIRST TIME SEEING EACHOTHER IN THEIR NEW COSTUMES LOLLLL)

I HAD WAY TOO MUCH FUN ON THE BACKGROUNDS LOLLLLLL

Here’s a few close ups lol

[moonlightflower-queen]

Send me 15 dollars with a pigeon and i'll draw one for Thanatos.

My adress: Middle east. City with horrible infrastructure. Hilly street, tall asf white apartment building, first floor. Good luck. You have 15 days.

[justablah56]

hi guys ummmmmm gay robots <3

[emotionalsupportgoblin420]

Starting a new thing called the "Sunday Brainrot" where every Sunday I post a stupid video I made using a capcut template. Enjoy