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willowser · 1 year

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Dearest will, I would love to read your take on bkg’s confession to us 🥹 delicious pining, the time and nerves it takes for him to work up the courage to actually say that he has feelings for us !!! Or maybe he can’t even find the words and he just demands a date or something 😭 I live for that man’s emotional turmoil I want to eat him

his emotional turmoil is so important to me 😌✨️💕 LMAOOO lemme think !! gosh, i — can imagine this going so many different ways and. none of them are anything less than dramatic because he is SO akfjdjejal it's like pulling teeth, i swear smh

i feel like. he's only willing to say something if he kinda thinks you might be into him, too. if there's been no indication that you see him as anything other than a friend, he's taking that shit to the grave. god, i imagine that rejection must be so difficult for this man; after always being second-best to deku and everything with all might and now edgeshot, he is probably just teeming with feelings of never being good enough and he's probably horrified that this will happen again, with you, and he is just. a wreck 😭

(you have no idea what you just unleashed, this got SO long, i am SO sorry 😩🥲)

the first thing that comes to mind is that he's angry about it LOL and i hate to make it seem like i'm dulling him down to that, but i think he's most comfortable being aggressive, because that's the way he was for so long, and it's just how he's used to processing his emotions outwardly, if that makes sense. so he probably has some idea that there is a lil' something going on between you two and he's probably like. do i really have to say this why haven't you figured it out already you think i look at just anyone like this. i think he will say everything he possibly can—except the actual words LOL the emotional charades with this guy is like. unreal.

(he only ever goes out for drinks with everyone because of you. because you always make a point to sit by him and you laugh and put a hand on his arm and sometimes you'll look at him while everyone is talking and he'll look at you and he thinks i've gotta figure this shit out because he can't stand it anymore.

and then when it's time to leave, he's leading to his car so that he can drive you home, like he always does, but for some reason, this time, you're being a brat about it.

"no, bakugou, seriously," you laugh at the frown on his face—but you're not stepping any closer to his car so it deepens. "i'm going to start owing you gas money at this point, you take me home every time."

it probably shouldn't offend him as much as it does, but like hell he's gonna take money from you, especially when having you in his passenger seat means twenty extra minutes of time. will give him the chance to remember the order of words in the script he's practiced over and over.

but now you're saying no.

bakugou huffs, averting his eyes to a crack in the sidewalk so this image doesn't sear into the front of his brain. "'f you don't wanna, that's all you gotta fuckin' say."

"no," the pitch in your voice has his attention back to you, the playful pout on your lips. "that's not it, of course i want to." and his eyes must go a little wide because you grin, up to no good. "i love riding with you."

and—okay. he's been thinking about this a lot, every time he knows he'll be spending any amount of time with you; how is he going to direct the conversation, so that he can spit it out already? and, what do you know, he doesn't even have to, because you've brought yourself right here, directly at the precipice, exactly where he needs to be to tell you—

"well," he shrugs, grumbling, "why do y'think i offer?"

there's this little glimmer in your eyes at that, and your soft expression curves into something you have trouble keeping a hold on, but you clasp your hands together behind your back and take slow steps closer, too close, until you're close enough to probably feel the heat coming off in waves from his fucking face.

"i don't know," you shrug, too, batting your eyelashes like you haven't got a clue in the world what he's getting at. what he's been getting at for months. "why do you offer?"

"it ain't 'cause i want your damn money!"

"no," you put a finger on your chin, exaggerating. "i'm almost sure that was it."

and he seethes at that, you little shit, and juts his chin out and balls his hands into fists because he can't believe you're gonna make him spell this out. "i ain't gonna say this twice."

a shock of laughter spills from you, lighting up your face in a way that has his stomach twisting. "you haven't even said it once!" you close whatever distance there might have been, tugging at the lapels of his coat, dropping your voice low and meant just for him. "c'mon bakugou, you can tell me. secrets don't make friends."

"were not friends," he finally—finally—grits, ears hot, probably steaming in the cold weather. there's a stretch of silence as you smile up at him, all victorious, and it runs so long that he starts to worry he's being too much of an ass, or has put his foot in his mouth. "'least, i didn't—to me—"

"no, bakugou," you agree, soothing his worries as you lean up to press the ice-cold tip of your nose to his. "we're not just friends.")

but also !! 🥺 the thought of him actually deciding to tell you is like !!! okay. i, like many of us, absolutely love the idea of him being a secret, big fat shoujo fan. i think that he reads these romance stories and gets all butterflies in his stomach and really enjoys them, honestly, because he is interested in how open some people can be with one another. it intrigues him, has him wanting that, too.

so i picture him as a huge romantic that is just so terrible about execution LOL he'll have a whole plan for what he's gonna say and what he's gonna wear and where it's gonna be and the flowers he's gonna have and xyz BUT he's such a perfectionist that if even one thing is off, he's out. bailing. saving it for another day because this one is ruined PFFTT. and he probably makes excuses for himself, too, like maybe the mood is right and he has his chance but he just gets too choked up, just thinking about what he wants to say. his nerves eat away at him too much and so he calls the day a bust and moves on.

but then the time comes when he just cannot take it anymore. he's someone that has a lot of self-control, and when it comes to romance and like being nervous, i think he's probably able to hold out for a very long time LOL until he's just at his freaking wit's end with himself for dragging his feet when you are what he wants so bad. and so he just has to get over himself.

(it's just the two of you after hours in the support lab, making small adjustments to his gauntlets. and it starts out just fine, because he's enjoying his alone time with you and how stupid-cute you look when focusing so hard and there's not much conversation being shared, because you're working, and bakugou is okay with that because he's not good with his words, anyway.

and then you do something so simple; wiping a hand against your nose, unknowingly staining it with grease, before holding your open palm out to him.

"can you pass me that socket wrench, please?"

there's really no telling what exactly it is in that moment. maybe that you look so invested in what you're doing, enjoying your passions. maybe it's how comfortable the whole setting feels, the kind of thing he can imagine doing with you for the rest of—forever. or maybe it's just the sleepy way you blink at him, a little worn out from the day, before sending him a smile that has his chest hurting.

so instead of handing you anything, he just says: "you drive me fuckin' crazy."

a spark of life flashes in your eyes, fatigue fading away with your surprise. "uh, what?" and—he could have said that better because now you're nervous and you give him an awkward little laugh. "what did i do? were you using it?"

"no, dumbass, you just—" bakugou sighs, dropping the tools from his own hands to run one over his face. none of this was part of his carefully concocted plan, but he's just suddenly overwhelmed, by you, and if he doesn't get it off his chest, right now, he's going to implode. "i'm gonna walk out of here and go home and—" he pauses to gnaw on his lip, trying in vain to think of any of the words he'd ever planned out for this. "you're gonna be the only damn thing on my mind."

"oh," you breathe, quiet, though he's sure you're able to hear how hard his heart is pounding. hard enough to cause him a little unease. "me? what about me?"

"fuckin'—everything." he frowns, and he's typically not one to back down from a little eye-contact, but you lean forward at other end of the workbench, attention all his, and—he's suddenly very interested in the control panel on the table in front of him. "your—everything."

"well i have to be honest," you look down at your hands and your little jumpsuit, brushing stray hairs from out of your face. "this is hardly the version of myself i want you thinkin' about."

and there's something about hearing you say it that makes him fucking embarrassed all over, so he just curls a little further into himself, eyes glued to his work. "don't matter," he grunts, flushed down to his neck. "look just fine t'me."

you laugh at that, and when he looks up at you, you're gnawing on your own lip and your eyes are jumping all over the lab, like you can't stand the eye-contact either, like you're feeling just as fevered as him.

like maybe he doesn't leave your mind, either.)

and there is a small part of me that thinks he has to make his feelings known in a physical way—as in, still with his mouth but not with his words LOL because even though i think he can be a little wary of intimacy, especially with someone he's not actively dating, he's such a physical person that he just has to do something with his hands at some point.

(he finds you in the back corner, at the copy machine. only reason he came back here was to shove some old reports into the shredder, be done with them so he could finally go home for the day, but—now you're standing up from how you'd been leaning over the machine and looking at him with big eyes and a smile and, well, he's not in all that much of a rush, anyway.

bakugou is shit at making small talk, but you're much better at it, thankfully. can talk forever just like goddamn deku, though he's much more inclined to listen to whatever you'll prattle on about, even if it's just the weather or whatever else you need to do for mina today or—

"—and so now i have to make all these flyers." you shrug and stick your tongue out, like it's a bother even though he knows it isn't. "not anything fun i'm copying, unfortunately. not like—" a little beep sounds as your pages finish printing and you grab them and set them straight, laughing a little as you glance up at him. "not like—do you remember when all might fought that villain xerox? and there were all these photocopies of his face squished against the glass?" for emphasis, you press your hands to your cheeks, pushing them together until your lips pucker—and then you laugh some more, like you're just so goddamn funny. "i don't know if you ever read that one, i think that issue came out when he was in the states or—"

and—he really doesn't consider himself this kinda guy, some casanova or what-have-you, but in one step, he's grabbing one of your wrists to hold you still and slipping the other around your neck and just crashing his mouth onto yours.

and he really does not consider himself this kinda guy, because it's clumsy and probably a little too firm and it's quite literally just lips on lips, because he's not that smooth. there's a very brief, clouded moment of euphoria at the fact that he's finally done it, with his heart fluttering in his chest, and then he's suddenly all to aware that he's probably going to catch a sexual harassment charge from this.

but when he yanks back from you, you're looking at him with the same surprise on your face, though you're still comfortable with his hands on you.

in fact, you even very slowly tug your wrist from his, tracing your fingers over his skin before you run them up his arm, up to dig into the hair at the back of his neck.

you don't kiss him again—not yet—but you laugh some more and nod. "so i take it you have read that one, then?"

"uh, yeah," he clears his throat, wondering if you can feel how hot he's become. "i have."

"it's a pretty good issue, i think."

"yeah," he murmurs, giving in to the tug of your hand, until he's leaning back down into your space. "'s'not too bad.")

#i could really just talk about him forever andbsjana #what do i think bkg would do in situation xyz ??? well HOW MUCH TIME DO YOU HAVE #i am a firm believer that bkg is sexually attracted to nerds and he is MORTIFIED by it #this really went out of control i am so sorry lmao #but thank you for asking !! 🥺 lil' ol' me 🥺#this was so fun ngl !!#✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: bakugou

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yellowloid · 10 days

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so i think the most likely thing is they were doing something related to her music. THAT i can believe but the engagement photoshoot rumors......like have you SEEN that man he'd rather get kicked in the balls

#like what in the live laugh love #he'd be mortified to even consider it and i don't think she's type to do that #they're so artsy and alternative wannabe as a couple they wouldn't do something so lame.........i think #but then again he tends to take stupid decisions when he's in her company so. eh #but anyway even if they were doing smth for her music it would still be so funny bc miss girly has forgotten she's supposed to be a singer #for like years and now she remembers. and ngl him helping her with her projects always seems kind of like.... compensating #like paying for her stuff and trying to launch her non-existing career bc maybe he knows he's not the best bf #idk idk do you get what i mean. tell me you get it #they're so weird why are they so weird #ramblings

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apocalyptichearts · 5 hours

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i may be your weird friend, but would your normal friends make you a 20 slide canva presentation on ao3 tags and terms, featuring info graphics, diagrams, memes and gifs??

no? that’s what i thought.

#my friend i introduced to fanfic a while back kept coming to me mortified by the things they were reading #because she wasn’t understanding the tags #so obviously #i made a powerpoint for them #:))#genuinely kinda popped off #ngl #my love language guys #fanfiction #ao3 #fanfic

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swampdrive · 10 months

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I need to go home right now immediately ashfhfkd

#just gave 12 to a woman who i thought was homeless and am now beating up my brain bc im not sure if she actually WAS or if i just gave a #random woman 12 unprompted aehdbsj if so PLEASE let her have interpreted the interaction as me paying it forwa #ard at the cafe or smthn jesus christ #please dont misinterpret any of this i am just already mortified by like every social interaction i have anyway its not that i potentially #gave someone 12 dollars who didnt “need” it thats the issue its the idea of a botched social interaction thats grating on me #ngl i feel like im goingto throw up from anxiety now

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airenyah · 1 year

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i don't want new bbs special eps i just want to watch all of แค่เพื่อนครับเพื่อน BAD BUDDY SERIES (2021) live on a weekly basis for the very first time again

#take me back to when bbs was airing live #i miss those weeks so much #airenyah plappert #bbs #adrm #back than i was also still in drama school i miss drama school too #if it wasn't so expensive and time consuming i'd totally do another drama school ngl #i saw there's an english language one in vienna #i mean it would be cool to do an english language one in you know. an actual english speaking country....#but vienna would be more affordable so.......#god i really should go through the mortifying ordeal of getting a driver's license and start working for my brother huh #problem is i just really really really really really despise driving #at this point i think i'd rather touch a spider (i'm arachnophobic) tham sit behind the steering wheel

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emmaspolaroid · 1 year

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SOON I will be able to make my Ao3 account

#I mostly write cute shit ngl #but #there is one twiyor fic that I’m both mortified by and so proud of lmao

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porkchopsammie · 2 years

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#talking about sex with your partner can be mortifying #but also highly necessary #and rewarding ngl

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lovelyisadora · 3 months

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just realized i forgot to specify i wanted to meet over zoom with my advisor, really hope he doesn't expect me to be there in person because i am currently several hours away

#ngl im a little mortified rn #truthfully im so scared and nervous lmao like sir please dont be mad at me #im on the coast rn i couldnt be there to meet in person if i tried #grad adventures

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aphrodisiashana · 6 months

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audibly wet from just kissing them .........

#being no thoughts head empty high is playing a part but holy fuck #im soaked #honestly it's a little mortifying but also really hot ngl #wish daddy could feel how wet i am #link.txt

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teyamsatan · 1 year

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Okay imagine this. Neteyam and reader having a moment and get interrupted my tuk. Of course her being little doesn't know what she saw. Until its dinner time and she brings it up . Out loud ....infront of the entire clan.

i would actually die if this happened to me ngl

enjoy anonnie x

wc: 500 words

Na'vi words used: yawne - beloved, prrnen - baby, sa'nok - mother, tskmuke - sister

"Baby, you have to keep it down, people are going to hear you."

"Let them hear, yawne. What's wrong with everyone hearing how good you fuck me every night?"

Famous last words.

Suffice it to say you were mortified. It's not everyday your baby sister... or Neteyam's baby sister, in fact, but at this point, she might as well be yours... walks in on you... doing things... things that no child should ever see, things that no adult should ever have to explain to a child, things that were so beyond what you could reasonably justify. To be fair, though, the flap of the tent was closed, and it was the middle of the night, and you were making noises that pretty much every other human being over the age of like 15 would be able to gauge for what they were and keep a respectable distance. But Tuk... sweet Tuk, innocent Tuk, the-cutest-pie-to-ever-live Tuk, she was attracted by the noises that she thought were indicative of you being in pain. That, in addition to the fact she was rudely awoken by Lo'ak's incessant snores again and felt she would fare better sleeping in your tent, led to this horrifying moment of blind panic and haphazard movements, trying to untangle your limbs and cover your bodies in sheets and blankets.

"Are you alright?"

"Oh, my God, Tuk! What are you doing here, baby?"

"I thought you were hurt, you were screaming!"

Neteyam couldn't help the burst of laughter that escaped him, and neither could you help the scowl that you sent in his direction.

"Oh, baby. I'm alright, I just had a... cramp. Neteyam was on top of me because he was... helping me... massage the spot where it hurt."

The next morning, you forcefully placed a pack of nose strips that you stole from Norm in Lo'ak's hand.

"Here. Use them."

"Why?"

"Because your snoring will bring this family to its knees."

Lo'ak raised an eyebrow at your annoyed disposition.

"You don't even sleep in the same tent as us."

"Yes, but Tuk does. And she can't sleep because of you."

"Yes! I had to sleep in brother and sister's tent last night because of you, Lo'ak!"

You looked at Neteyam from the corner of your eye, praying that the conversation ends there.

"Oh, ma prrnen, did you sleep well at least?" Neytiri came close and knelt by her baby's side, patting her head affectionately.

"Not that well, sa'nok. I was worried for tsmuke since I didn't want another cramp to hurt her, she was in a lot of pain when I came in. But whatever Neteyam was doing on top of her seemed to help, so I thought I could help too if she had another cramp."

You groaned, feeling an actual cramp coming when all the heads in the room snapped in your direction, and as soon as Lo'ak and Jake started cackling and Kiri started making gagging noises, you knew you would never hear the end of this.

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meerkatsparrow · 2 years

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what i did yesterday now constitutes officially as an 'epic' fuckup, not just a normal one. i hate e-mails.

#it may or may not torpedo my relationships with a lot of my peers at one of my hobbies and i am not here for it #can currently not even cry about it because i am all dried up and had a murderous headache after bawling my eyes out yesterday #ngl i suddenly relate to miles 'chooses death' edgeworth a lot more because i too feel the urge to fake my death and leave the country over #an apparently minor thing #but alas i am going to have to face the music #there's going to be a buckload of drama and i am centerstage due to my own rashness and ignorance #and i AM going to get through it. somehow.#mostly because about two thirds of my regular social interactions stem from this hobby and i cannot afford to lose these friendships #and/or acquaintances when my mh has already taken a nosedive #plus my home city is not that big so i could always meet them while doing something else which would be mortifying #and i have alienated enough people aready for a lifetime i am over 20 i AM going to get through this #one of the few good things to come out of this is that probably nobody at my hobby is going to ask me to take on a #role with responsibility anymore. which is good because as time shows again and again i am not at a point to act responsibly for #anyone other than myself (and even that's a stretch at times)#okay #i THINK i have calmed down a tad so i am going to post this on my zero(0) follower blog as a lil vent and then am going to try #my best to get through this. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh #okay maybe not my best but i am going to try #vaguing with a vent-geance #<-- new tag for myself in case i need to type some more frustration out and/or on the offchance that this all blow over in the near future #and i can read it and hopefully have a laugh over my catastrophizing here.

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nervocat · 2 months

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NEEVO ❗️ CONGRATS ‼️

May I request —

Prompt 1 with yjh :’) yk bc he regresses ;;

I’ll leave the details up to you but feel free to ask if you need any :D

Congrats again !!

“Yoo Joonghyuk, Just Why?” (extreme blood, death, offing oneself, hinted spoilers but not rlly? - wc: 540, heavy(?) angst/romantic/platonic, gn reader)

You don't quite understand Joonghyuk and the concept of Regression, but you understood that concept seemingly all too late. You only had a mere grasp of it, and now you feared what would happen to your very existence.

“Joonghyuk.. what are you doing?” you ask as you grip your weapon. You two had been through so much together including the others — just what was he planning?

All you wanted to do was go with Joonghyuk to get some needed items and maybe complete some sub-scenarios for coins. What happened?

You walk up to Joonghyuk, his blood staining your hands further and mixing with the blood of your now defeated enemy as you grasp his shoulder. He only shrugs you off, not making eye contact.

Your brows furrow as you hold your own side wound, though less severe then his. The battle didn't seem like it would be hard, but you suppose you should be more careful. “Hey, what's up. You're obviously thinking of something,” you try to urge him to talk, but get a groan in reply.

Joonghyuks wounds were severe, but you could get him back to the others and they'd know what to do, right?

“[name]..” comes a gurgled, weak call from him. Blood has only just started to drip from Joonghyuks mouth, dripping onto the ground. Your eyes widen slightly.

“Hey, hey, you'll be ok, right? No regressing?” the silence that followed only sent you further into despair. “Joonghyuk, look at me,” you say firmly, grab this shoulder again.

He doesn't look, and only grabs his sword.

“Wait, Joonghyuk? Joonghyuk, why are you..” he pushes away again, though gently, and brought the blade close to his throat.

Mortified, you ignore the pain in your side as you grab into his wrists, desperation growing by the millisecond as you look his in the eyes. His hair was all disheveled as he finally looked at you, the blood of his still dripping.

“Hey, Joonghyuk, remember that promise you made to Dokja? Not to regress? Come on, we can still-”

“Stop.”

“Remember that promise you made to me? Joonghyuk, please,” your desperate attempt to stop him seemed to make him freeze up, remembering just what you were saying.

But it turned out futile as he impulsively drove his blade into his neck, coughing up and spitting out even more blood.

“Joonghyuk!” you yell, grabbing him. It was a horrific sight, really. “You.. why?! Why are you breaking the promise you swore not to? Why!?”

It hurt Joonghyuk to do this, but his wounds were too lethal (to him). Who knew if he'd see you or the others in his next regression. “I..” he garbled, spitting out more blood. “Sorry, [name]. Maybe.. next regression. Couldn't be helped..”

You don't know what will happen to your existence now. The desperation of yours made it even worse for him to do what he did. You still wonder as you can only watch as Joonghyuk dies before your very eyes, in your own arms.

“Yoo Joonghyuk,” you sob, the wound in your side forgotten. “Just why? Why do you want to regress so badly when you leave so much behind?”

He hates how that was the last thing he had to hear before regressing.

notes: did I do too much for this? Probably 😭😭 BUT DUMBIIII AHH TYSM!! It's pretty exciting for me to be this close to 200.. I was also pretty vague with this and I probably could've toned down on like. The blood aspect of this and stuff but yk. Um. Hope you like it tho Dumbi bc idk how I feel abt it 🙏🙏 I also got this done faster than I thought mainly bc I have nothing better to do so uhhhh I don't think I'm very good at writing ansgt ngl and this is my first time writing for him so :pp IF I MISSED TO ADDRESS ANYTHING I'M SORRY

#🗯️ ͏— ⌗stars' tales . ★#— ⌗early 200 event . ★#🗨️ — ⌗dumbi . ★#orv #omniscent reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv x reader #yoo joonghyuk x reader

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hor3nee · 2 months

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twiddled my bean to the Leon imagines. you should write more Leon imagines you do it right. also sub leon is best leon. and puppy leon is best leon. sub, puppy, leon especially i- *spreads folds*

TWIDDLED YO BEAN?!? AJUSHUF?? 😭😭 TY I THINK?? IDFK WHAT TO SAY LMFAOO. Ngl you real asf though, sub Leon IS the best Leon!!

cw: suggestive! nsf/w! pet-play! sub! Leon!

Leon being in a cute collar, a dangly little bell at the front of it, jingling every time he makes the slightest of moves. Blue to match his pretty blue eyes, ugh. He'd be gorgeous, and a fuzzy pair of faux fur puppy ears headband on, hidden by his scruffy hair of matching colour. All the while he's whining and nude by your knees? God, it's cloud 9.

His face would be bright red. Bro's mortified. He knows he looks absurd right now, dolled up like a dog, if he had a tail it'd be flat in embarrassment. Literally cannot believe he's doing this, but Leon's an obedient mutt, and for you, he'd happily lick at your boots if it meant getting you off.

"You gonna be a good boy for me Leon?" Your voice is enough to have any sense of humiliation wash away, 'good boy' those words make all blood burning his cheeks red go south and you've got him shamelessly humping at your leg. Droopy furred ears falling along with his head as he nods at you.

"I'll be good.." He's pleading, like a bitch in heat. Nosing your thigh with heaving breaths, his hands, paws digging into the carpet below. He's toned as fuck, hefty chest thrumming against your shin as his breathing heightens in desperation, and he's humping your shin, the way you want it.

"Promise I'll be good.. Been good, been a good boy." He mewls in soft whines, cause he wants to hear you say it, wants you to affirm him. Precum dripping all over your leg as he ruts. Cause as mortifying and pathetic as he is right now, playing a puppy for your little kink, it's all worth it if you touch him, and call him a good boy in the end.

And how can you say no to him? When he's indulging you in every single depraved way? Wearing that cute collar and floppy-eared headband, nudging and begging you like a well-trained dog. Golden retriever and his collar dangling along with his rocking body.

Tug his leash, pull him up to your height. Give him what he fucking deserves for being so good, wrapping your hand around his cock and relieving the tension he's been building up.

"A-ah! Oh I'm close, I'm close. Gonna- Gonna cum, can't hold it, please, please O-Owner," Owner? Oh he's fr gotten into it, his brain mush with your fingers pumping him and he's at this point completely resigned himself to being your bitch. Splurting into your palm while you continue stroking him through it, murmuring the sweet words over and over into his ears, "Such a good boy, good boy. Cum for your owner, yeah? Good puppy."

110% would be willing to do it again, as long as you let him mount you next time.

#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #thirsts!#asks!#gender nuetral reader

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