#Flirty

[mattstunsgf]

texts with flirty bff!matt

to feed everyone’s delusions (for everyone i mean me. i’m everyone)

suggestive!

first actual post kinda nervy 🤭🤭 be nice or imma kms

[socialbutterfly19]

I’m not ashamed

[kitchen-spoon]

Steddie strangers to lovers. They meet because they commute on the same train everyday. Eddie has the NYT crossword and he does it everyday. One day after 2 months of them riding together he asks steve for his help.

Eddie’s like ‘u look smart what do u think?’ And Steve who has been told he is an idiot or stupid or dumb every day of his life is like “its just the suit I’m not good at smart stuff like that.”

And Eddie is like ‘no way I bet you can help with the sports section at least. I mean look at me, if we’re going off stereotypes I’m hopeless.” It get’s Steve to blush and he cracks and helps.

Everyday after that they do the puzzle together, Steve eventually helping outside of just the sports section so Eddie can prove to him just how smart he knows he is.

[champagnexowishes]

[perplexi]

just a typical day in the office 💜💚✨

[temiree]

Another sticker for DexChillViber - the water was fun to work on!

[zilluzion]

feelin' flirty~

feelin' flirty~ monthly reward for Kobalstromo! thank you for supporting me <3

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Whump Dialogue #1: Delirious

"Has... has anyone told you that you're like... really pretty?"

"Clearly nobody told me you become flirty when delirious."

"I'm... imnot... deliriush...."

"Eat the damn soup."

[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (407)

“Who are you?” the villain said.

“I’m the person who’s going to bring you justice,” the hero said menacingly.

The villain raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that, sweetheart,” the villain said.

[mattstunsgf]

texts with flirty bff!matt

and flirty bff! reader 😁

sliiiightly toxic very shittily based on the request above

suggestive!

[socialbutterfly19]

Keep pushing

[seeminglydark]

And so they both got detention.

I’ve been chipping away at this for over a month, I posted some of the panels a while ago with color, but wanted to do a bit more with the scene, so I thought i’d headcanon their teenaged angsty-flirty-back and forthing, deciding to date, and swapping tokens of devotion and possibly a fun little lead up to this piece.

Look I never know how canon any of these things are, I just love making little scenarios so take that as you will. I like to think Principal B was annoyed by this pair of troublemakers, but never ratted to their parents cuz knew they’d both be worse off for it, and simply gave them 1000000 detentions instead.

Caro and Sully are from my comic Mil-Liminal on Webtoon and Tapas.

Dumb title for this thing cuz that’s the tag I’ve been using whenever I draw these two in their highschool days.

[k-wame]

PAAPA ESSIEDU as Jordan & HARRIS DICKINSON as Wes FEMME (Short 2021) dir(s). Sam H. Freeman, Ng Choon Ping

[perplexi]

alt version of one the cuddles from my last post (jic you need more warm fuzzies💖😘👌)

[skullvgirl]

flirty!chigiri ིྀ headcannons | PART TWO

PART ONE | PART TWO <- [YOU ARE HERE]

—w/: supa cunt chigiri

—warnings: school!au, fem reader, ooc, suggestive

-—authors notes: this was originally supposed to be for the 100 followers special but I thought of a better idea ≽ܫ≼ so stay tuned for that. this is for whichever anonie requested more to this, shout out to u ᡣ𐭩

—flirtychigiri who you somehow cant stay mad at, who doesn't even purposely try and make an argument unserious but does

"oh my gosh i hate you"

"i love you too" you puff your cheeks and turn away from him and he can only laugh at your childish anger,

he opens his mouth too speak but you beat him too the chase "not another word mister"

"yes ma'am !"

—flirty!chigiri who always makes the "couples heart" when sitting next too you, knees facing towards each other, close contact, essentially forming a heart shape most if the time its not even purposful

—flirty!chigiri who is naturally drawn too you, somehow always able to find you in a crowd or large area, like you two opposite sides of a magnet he somehow always finds you

—flirty!chigiri who like when reciprocat hus flirtyness back, especially when it's something as corny as bad pick up lines

"hey babe"

"what"

"babe", you turn towards him, he likes it when you look at him

"are you from tennessee?"

"no...why?"

"because your the only ten-i-see" he grins waiting for your cringed reaction but its never comes, instead you walk over hand place his hand on your chest.

"feel this?"

"yeah why—"

"it's made of girlfriend material, so next time you say a pick up line make it a good one, thank you"

he's gagged actually.

—flirty!chigiri who loves kissing! mwah mwah mwah, a kiss solves everything! your hurt? kiss! your sad? kiss! your happy? kiss !!

—flirty!chigiri who isnt subtle about when he wants a kiss either, at first glancing down at your own lips, then licking his own, slowly leaning into you trying and failing not to probe him tounge at your lips

—flirty!chigiri who kisses you ever so slowly, like there's molases between your lips keeping him from moving any faster, who caresses your body gently, as gently as possible slowly building up tension to distract you from him slowly doing circles below your waistband

—flirty!chigiri who jokes about hate s-x all the time, how hard he would fuck you if you'd just let him! just one chance, thats all he needs

-—authors notes: uhh u guys why can i not get down past 10 drafts (the rot creeps in)

[the-broken-pen]

Hello! Heard you were open for writing request? Had this idea in mind about a villain who's Russian and a hero who's falling for villain's accent? Maybe a bit of flirty banter as they fight 👀 your choice tho! Have a fun spring break ☀

The hero was pretty sure the villain was actually trying to kill them this time.

“Hey, don’t aim for the face, okay? It’s the money maker.”

The villain raised one eyebrow–and aimed for the hero’s face.

“Oh come on,” the hero groaned. “That’s just uncalled for.”

“Really? Is it now?”

If the hero had better judgment, they would have said something snarky back, or attempted to get the upper hand. Instead, in a move uncoordinated and wrought with embarrassment, they tripped over their own feet and blushed.

The hero was used to pretty. They were used to gorgeous.

But they had never expected to be attracted to someone’s accent of all things, and it was driving them mad.

“Yep, pretty sure it is,” they managed. They had to dodge halfway up the wall to avoid the villain’s next blow.

“You’re awfully chatty today,” the villain said, and the hero was going to lose their mind–

“Is this affection?” The hero blurted, and contemplated throwing themself off the building to spare both of them. “Because it feels like affection.”

“I don’t know,” the villain shrugged. Their mouth tipped up slightly, gone in a flash between one second and the next. “Do you want it to be?”

The hero froze. “You–I–” and found themself blinking up at the sky, the villain’s hand around their wrist. “Did you just judo flip me?” They wheezed, and the villain grinned.

“You’re blushing.”

“Yeah, because you just knocked the wind out of me. Excuse me for going red with oxygen loss–” the hero cut themself off with a cough, lungs protesting every word, and tugged the villain down to crash into the pavement beside them.

“Let me rephrase; You’ve been blushing this entire time.”

“It’s cold.”

“It’s July.”

“A very cold July.”

“If you’re going to lie,” the villain said, and truly, the hero was lucky they hadn’t had a knife pulled on them yet, “Do it well.”

The hero buckled the villain’s knees. Petty? Yes.

Satisfying? A good reprieve to try and get the blush that flared every time the villain spoke to subside? Also yes.

“Real smooth,” the villain rolled their eyes, pushing themself to their feet. “So, what is it.”

“Was that a question, or–”

“My winning personality?”

The villain was studying them with far too much care.

“Aren’t you supposed to be robbing a bank or something?” They said half-desperately.

“Smile? Laugh?” The villain paused for a moment, catching the hero’s punch as if it was nothing more than a mosquito–which was insulting, to say the least–before their face cleared of any confusion.

“Ah,” the villain said, and oh the hero was so screwed, because they knew that look. That look appeared regularly in their dreams. It was the villain’s signature ‘I figured something out and I’m going to use it to do nefarious things’ look. Their ‘I’m smarter than you and I’m about to prove it in an effortlessly ruthless maneuver’ look.

The hero saw it far too often.

“‘Ah’ what.”

The villain, damn them, grinned, releasing the hero’s hand.

“Accent.”

Any air that the hero had managed to regain after the judo flip escaped from them like they were a sinking ship.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“No,” the hero said, cursing every single moment of their life that had led up to this one. Maybe they really should have become a lawyer– “I’m just flabbergasted by how dumb that sentence was.”

Flabbergasted. Flabbergasted. Who the hell says flabbergasted?!

“This is cute,” the villain remarked as they drew a knife. They gestured with it towards the hero’s undoubtedly fire engine red face. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this flustered.”

“I’m not flustered, I’m–”

“Flabbergasted?” The villain suggested wryly, and truly, the fact that this situation was funny in a hopeless and pathetic way was not helping. The accent absolutely was not helping either.

The hero truly had nothing to say to that, staring at the villain, the two of them impromptu statues.

“You like me,” the villain teased. “And my accent.”

The hero was not proud of what they did next.

Considering their life, it wasn’t the worst thing they had ever done out of embarrassment.

A close second, though.

The villain smirked, and in a move far more elegant than they had ever thought themself possible, the hero slid under the villain’s arm, snagging the knife from the villain’s hand as they went—and planted it into the villain’s side.

The villain blinked, hand going to their side. The hero blushed—

Finally, in the single coherent thought they had managed in seemingly their entire life, they did something not embarrassingly pathetic.

The hero bolted away, into side streets and alleys, to the sound of the villain’s pained and endlessly amused laughter.

“Real smooth,” the villain called after them, voice echoing between the buildings. “You’re handling this quite well.”

The villain was never going to let them live this down.