#and flirty and sexy and knowing it. like grow up my god.

[thewingedwolf]

deeply annoying when people say quinn would target leah over her not reciprocating his crush, he already knows that and he’s known it for weeks. i think people are being overdramatic about leah, i think it’s certainly a,,, idk mean strategy to just gaslight him about how she hasn’t been consistently talking shit about him, exaggerating what he says to make him seem worse, and saying she’s gonna nominate him, but like…so is the rat game quinn was trying to play, so is blindsiding people, like it’s a mean game, there’s a reason most people need therapy after this game even during seasons where nothing Genuinely Awful happened.

but targeting her Specifically bc she doesn’t return his crush IS douchey, and it’s also Not what he’s doing or would do if he found out what she’s been saying bc again he already knows she isn’t interested in him romantically. what he doesn’t know is that she has no interest in working with him & seems to dislike him enough that she doesn’t even want to be in jury with him. i don’t think either of them have done anything wrong, they just don’t vibe the way turner & jasmine didn’t or the way bowie jane didn’t vibe with the rest of bbb, and “we don’t vibe” is a perfectly legitimate reason for them to be targeting each other, you don’t want your fucking opps in the jury now do you??

[quokkie]

i NEEED hamzah x reader to get into a heated argument and then end up having STEAMY makeup sex ...

makeup, makeout?

cw: smut, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, small argument

not proofread

hi lovelies! i’m back! erm sorry ab this one it’s kinda bad and rushed😔

mdni!

htf

its friday night and you and hamzah had been looking forward to a quiet evening at home. but, as fate would have it, your guy friend, invited you out for a drink. you knew Hamzah wasn't particularly fond of said guy friend. in hamzahs eyes, he was a bit too flirty with you, but you assured your boyfriend that it was totally platonic and that you'd only be out for an hour or so. hamzah agrees reluctantly while expecting you to actually be home in an hour.

you freshen up before meeting your friend at a bar. a couple of drinks turn into a more, and before you know it, you're laughing and joking with him and you completely lose track of time. your buzzed brain suddenly remembers hamzah when you check your phone and see several missed calls and texts from him.

oops!

you quickly reply, assuring him you're on your way home. As you walk through the door, you're greeted by a very unhappy-looking hamzah. "where the hell have you been?" he demands. "I told you I'd only be an hour or so," you reply, a little defensively. "it’s been three hours!" he exclaims. "I was worried sick. And with that friend, of all people..." his voice trails off, but the anger in his eyes is clear. "he’s just a friend," you insist. "I told you, nothing is going on between us."

hamzahs eyes softens a little, seeing the sincerity in your eyes. but his frustration is still evident. he takes a step towards you, his tall frame towering over your figure. "i know, baby, i’m sorry. it’s just that... I can't help but feel a little jealous. he has eyes for you, and it drives me crazy." he pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly against his body. "i’m sorry I worried you," you murmur, snuggling into his chest. "i love you, and only you."

hamzah chuckles softly "i know, baby. It's just that i can't stand the thought of anyone else having you. you’re mine" His hands begin to roam over your body, pulling you tightly against his growing erection. you moan softly, grinding yourself against him.

"oh, you like that, don’t you?" he murmurs, his eyes darkening with desire. "you like knowing that i wanna mark you as mine?" without waiting for an answer, his lips crash down on yours, kissing you deeply and passionately.

his hands slide up your thighs, lifting your skirt as he goes. his touch sends shivers through your body, and you moan into his mouth, wanting more. hamzahs fingers find your clit, he groans at how wet you already are for him. "such a good girl," he teases, circling your clit with his finger. "getting all turned on when I get jealous."

"it’s not my fault," you pant, rocking your hips against his hand. hamzah chuckles, a deep sexy sound that sends a thrill through your core. he picks you up, sitting you on the edge of the kitchen counter. he pushes your thighs apart, feasting his eyes on your glistening pussy. leaning forward, he laps at your swollen folds with his tongue, sucking your clit into his mouth and teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

you cry out, your hands tangling in his curly hair, holding him to you as his beard tickles your sensitive flesh. "oh God, hamzah...right there," you moan, bucking your hips as he sucks and licks at your dripping core. he looks up at you, his brown eyes smoldering with desire, and sticks two fingers into his mouth, getting them nice and wet before pushing them deep inside you. Your walls clench around his digits as he curls them upward.

"fuck...hamzah..." you cry, your body trembling on the edge of release. "that’s it, baby, cum for me," he urges, his tongue working your clit while his fingers pump in and out. it’s too much stimulation, crying out his name. he laps at your juices, growling with satisfaction as he devours your essence. but he's not done with you yet.

standing in front of you, he quickly undoes his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His hard cock springs free, and you can't resist reaching out to stroke its length. "God, i need to feel you inside me now," you whisper, stroking his length.

he groans, taking his dick from your hand and guiding it to your entrance. with one smooth thrust, he sinks balls-deep into your sopping wet core. you both groan at the sensations, feeling yourself stretch to accommodate his girth. holding still for a moment, he lets you adjust to his size before beginning to move.

Slowly, he draws out, feeling your tight walls massage his sensitive length, before slamming back into you, hitting that sweet spot deep within. "Oh fuck!" you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to move in earnest, setting a fast, hard pace. The sound of his hips slamming into your ass fills the room, mingling with your cries of pleasure.

hamzah bends his head down to suck on your sensitive nipples, swirling his tongue around the hardened peaks as his cock pistons in and out of your tight sheath. "you feel so damn good, baby," he grunts, his breath hot against your ear. "made just for me."

"yes...right there..." you moan, meeting his thrusts with your own, riding him like a wild thing. your orgasm builds again, that delicious coiling sensation deep in your belly. he reaches between your bodies, rubbing your clit in circles as he slams into you. "cum with me, baby," he growls, feeling his own release building.

your body tenses before you explode around him, your walls clenching and pulsing like a vise around his hard cock. "that’s it, take my cum, baby," he groans, his balls tightening as he empties himself deep inside you. his thrusts slow, his body collapsing onto yours as he savors the aftershocks of your shared pleasure.

kissing your forehead, he whispers, "i’m sorry I got jealous, baby. but, making up like this is so much fun." you giggle, snuggling into his strong embrace. "anytime you want to make up like that, i’m down."

[luniarix]

FAVORITE FOLLOWER

ᥫ᭡synopsis : you have a mysterious follower who has been swiping up on your stories to flirt with you, and when you finally stop hesitating to reply back, he’s quick to make sure he sweeps you off your feet. if you let him, of course.

ᥫ᭡NOTE : the texts are a bit cut off, and i rlly don’t know how to fix it since it’s an app thing so :’))) (and don’t mind the dates on the texts(´；ω；`) it was too much of a hassle to change em LMAO) but just know that toji is complimenting you in each text you sexies <333

CW : fem!reader, chubby!reader, shy!reader, fluff, flirting, gentleman!toji, biker!toji, reader being an overthinker, slight angst (reader’s inner thoughts), talks of insecurity and reassurance, long distance!au, texting!au (with some cheesy texts), toji pining after u first o(｀ω´ )o, the bff is up to interpretation of your own gals :-)

a prequel to *⁀➷ 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜

“did he swipe up again?” your best friend asks, taking a bite out of the fruit bowl she was indulging in. you chew on your bottom lip, a way to try and suppress your lingering smile as you glance at her. “uh—yeah.” you breathlessly say, staring at the dms between you and another user.

toji was his name. you knew that much by his user and the way friends addressed him in the comments. he was a mysterious person, because although he posted himself, it was never much of his face. he was a biker, and he’d usually post the late night drives he went on. so that means, his helmet was all you could usually see.

but oh god, even if he didn’t show his face, everything else about him was so sexy. you just knew that he was so, so handsome. your best friend never fails to mention that huge possibility when the topic of toji himself is brought up—and intrigues you even more about who he really is.

“what’d he text you?” your friend asks, raising a brow as she sees the way you’re trying to hide the growing smile as you’re staring at your phone screen. you clear your throat, trying to act nonchalant. “nothing, he just said that i look pretty from my story.” she stares at you with a knowing look.

“let me see.” she gets up to walk over to you, curiosity and excitement written all over her face. you bashfully hesitate to show her your screen, but when you do—she’s practically geeking.

“girl why haven’t you replied to him yet?!”she scrolls up to see that he’s been consistently replying to your stories for a while, and you’re looking away from her piercing stare.

“2 and a half months of him flirting in your dms? and you’ve only been liking his texts?babes c’mon!! you should answer him!” your friend playfully hits her hips with yours and you groan. “well i would but—but i just haven’t had the courage to.” you place your head down, folding your arms under your head as support. your friend scoots closer towards you and places your phone right beside your elbow.

“just start by responding to his most recent flirty text to the picture you posted the other day.” you raise your head up again and grab your phone, glancing at your friend anxiously. she winks back at you in reassurance. you huff and slowly straighten your back, staring at your screen as you try to think of how to finally respond to him.

spring had just started rolling around, and the picture you posted on your story was of you in a long sleeve body con dress. you didn’t look anywhere near extravagant, as it was simply supposed to be an outfit out for a arcade night with your friends. but the way toji complimented you, you might as well have been wearing a dress to some gala.

he always had a formal way of complimenting— and if you were being honest, you liked it so much more than what other men were complimenting you with.

u fine asf. u send? and yo u sexy, let me hit pls aren’t exactly what a girl wants to hear as a conversation starter.

you suck in your bottom lip, chewing on the soft skin as you begin to type. you wanted to respond at one point, but with how highly he praised you, you shied away from flirting back as you felt a bit intimidated by him— more so because he was so mysterious and the way he carried himself was intriguing. you wanted to get to know him, truly.

but if you didn’t live up to what he was expecting? if you end up making him pull away somehow? if he wanted more than you could give? if you weren’t enough?

the overwhelming thoughts of overthinking chipped away at your eagerness to reply back, and so you’ve been putting it off. but with the push of your friend, you decide that it’s time to finally pull up those big girl panties and text the man that has been complimenting you in ways that has you swooning over and over again.

you decided that it’d be best to respond with a simple thank you, as you were still nervous as to how to start a conversation with him.

you stare at the screen as you groan, cringing at your own texts as you believed that maybe you should’ve said something different. you began to debate if you should just delete the text and say something else, but the more you thought about it the more you got into your own head. it wasn’t until you see the words “seen” under your texts that you begin freaking out.

“oh my god he’s texting—what the fuck!!” you panicked as you threw your phone across the table and began to fan yourself. your friend stares at you before cracking up, grabbing your phone as she hears a ding. “he texted you back already? girl he want you so bad. hurry up and reply!” she tosses your phone back to you, and you groan as you try to calm your nerves.

this was so stupid, it’s not like this was the first time someone was sliding up your dms—but it was different with him. toji was someone who you’d started crushing on the first time he swiped up. so like, freaking out was a normal reaction no?

“hurry up and check what he said!!” your friend ushers you while laughing to turn your phone back on as you playfully swat her away. you go back to instagram, and you can’t help but get flushed all over again.

you wince in shame. of course he would ask you as soon as you replied back—after all, you did keep him hanging for 2 and a half months while he was basically flirting with the wall in your dms. but he can’t blame you! you liked all of his texts, and you were just too shy (more like hesitant) to respond back until now! he’ll understand, right?

you sigh at the utter arrogance of that thought process. but you had to be honest with him, you knew that. but starting off a conversation in which you explained your insecurities and overthinking with him wasn’t a good first impression for yourself for a man that could blossom into someone more than a stranger—so you decided to give him a short yet truthful answer.

maybe, if (when) you two had the chance to grow into something more in the future, you would answer him in full.

if you were being honest, it’s quite endearing to know that toji’s clearly been waiting for your responses, and he’s now typing back. you tug at your oversized shirt as you let out a sigh of relief.

it was an exhale that you didn’t even know you were holding in.

you softly laugh at your silly overthinking, realizing how much you let the thoughts consume you that you hadn’t even given yourself the chance to get to know toji.

it seemed frightening the longer you pondered the interaction, and you probably should’ve done this a while ago.

after all, the things that frighten us within our minds tend to be less scarier when we’re actually faced with them.

“so how’s the convo with mysterious biker going?” your friend's soft-spoken voice brings you out of your inner monologue. you turn your body slightly towards her as you place your phone down to calm your nerves. they were good nerves, though. you were excited to finally get to talk to him.

a small but glowing smile forms on your lips as you prop your elbows on the table, resting your chin on your palms. "it's going good—and we're getting towards an actual conversation." your friend doesn’t miss how your eyes twinkle with giddiness, and she grins at you. “okay girl, see—i told you you should’ve texted him way sooner.” she gives you a pointed stare and you avert your gaze embarrassedly.

“i know,” you sheepishly shrug your shoulders, grabbing your phone again to look at what toji said. “i might have been holding myself back from letting him in—even if it was for just a moment.” you admit, words slowly dying out as you stare at your screen.

oh my. did he just call you mamas? and he’s been wanting to get to know you? he’s been wanting you? this whole time?

you almost let out a loud squeal, but you cover it up by keeping your fist near your mouth, muffling the giddy noise you made. was it even possible to fold this fast in a conversation? because surely, you knew by now that you didn’t want to stop here.

you almost didn’t even notice the change of texting toji had because of how exhilarated you felt, but you found it so cute as you believed it to be him getting more comfortable with you.

oh, you should’ve—really should’ve—talked to him much sooner. but you shouldn’t dwell on it anymore, as you still ended up talking to him. you begin to type, cheeks hurting from how hard you’re grinning, and your head in cloud 9.

“so,” your friend starts, having you turn your attention to her once again. "i see that you and toji are hitting it off pretty well, huh?" she raises her brows at you teasingly. you laugh, nodding your head in response.

“yeah… i—” you cut yourself off, trying to figure out how to put your thoughts into words. “i thought that it would be really intimidating if i ever talked to him, but i realized that i was just… afraid, i guess?” you timidly shrug your shoulders, because admitting how you felt out loud made you realize how trivial your hesitation actually was.

“now you know, hm?” your friend gives you a warm smile, knowing that the realization had hit you. she doesn’t tease you about it, nor does she make any more comments besides that.

no one should be forced to step out of their comfort zone if they aren't ready to do so anyway.

you give her a toothy-grin, nodding energetically. you were ecstatic—to say the least. “i’m not sure where this’ll go but i really want to take that leap—he’s super sweet and so cute.” your friend whistles in agreement. “look at what he’s said then!”

and so you do.

a sudden surge of warmth blooms and spreads throughout your chest, reaching up your neck and spreading across your face. you were warm, but it (mostly) wasn’t because you were swooning for toji once again—it was because you felt like this was the start of something new.

you had a gut feeling that this was going to be a long, and most definitely exciting new journey. and this time; you weren’t hesitant.

feel free to leave ideas in my inbox or a comment ♡ if i made any grammar mistakes that i missed, lmk! and thank u so much for reading (●´ω｀●)

[peterman-spideyparker]

I NEED MATT MURDOCK BENCH PRESSING HIS LOVER SO MUCH PLEASE!!!

This idea is absolutely amazing and now that I’ve settled into my new job, I’ve had the time to actually write! I hope it lives up to what you wanted!

Bench Me (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Warning: Fluff, Matt being cheeky and flirty, established relationship, implied smut

“Looking good, sexy,” you hum, walking into your shared apartment. Matt is in the middle of his workout regimen. You managed to convince him to invest in some weights and other material so he wasn’t always going to Fogwell’s if he just wanted to do a light workout. Not only was it a way you were able to see Matt a little more often, but you never were opposed to the sight of him in a sleeveless tank and sweatpants, glistening from the exertion of his exercise.

“I could say the same, angel,” Matt smiles, putting down the weights and wiping his face with his towel. Moving over to him, you place your hands on his shoulders and press a sweet kiss to his lips, enjoying the stick of his skin. “I missed you today.”

“Missed you, too,” you say, kissing him again. “And my, my, what a nice treat to see first thing home.”

“I thought you were past objectifying people?” he teases.

“Hey, you do the same thing to me,” you chuckle before you begin to mimic him. “Mm, baby you smell so good today. Mm, angel, you’re so soft. My God, I’m not sure if I love your ass or your tits better.”

“Those are compliments! And I don’t sound like that!” he laughs.

“You do so!” You smile as he holds you tighter in his arms before he leans in for a kiss, making you arch your back to accommodate for the depth of the embrace. “And if you can pass those off as compliments, then think of my little remark one of the same breed.”

You feel his lips twist into a big smile against yours, the kind that make the lines by his eyes appear deep with joy. “I still love you, even if you are a bad impressionist,” he murmurs against your mouth, pecking your lips a few more times before he lets you go to resume his workout.

“Hey, Murdock. I have an idea,” you say, unable to help the smirk that curls at the corner of your mouth.

“Do you now, angel?”

“I do,” you say as you move toward him. “I want to help with your workout.”

His brows furrow in confusion. “Like you want to spot me? These aren’t really the kinds of weights for tha—.”

“No, Matty. Bench press me.”

“What?”

“Bench press me,” you repeat. “I know you for sure can pick me up, and you have those gorgeous arms of yours. Why not bench press me?”

His mouth hangs slightly, his brows raised, and you can see how his mind races. “You can think of it as extra special quality time,” you add on. “But do know whatever way you choose to lift me will definitively commit you to whether you like my ass or tits better, so choose wisely.”

“Just because it will be easier for me to lift you with a hand on your ass doesn’t mean it’s my favorite,” he counters with a sassy smirk, lightly raising his brows and cocking his head to the side.

“I knew you liked my boobs better.”

“Tie up your hair and get over here, will you?”

With a big smile, you do as he asks, feeling the tips of your ears and you cheeks grow warm with excitement. After he lies down in the proper position, he perks his head up and waves you over with a goofy, mock seductive curl of his finger. You laugh as you walk over to him, and as you turn around to get in position, you feel his hand cup your ass almost immedately. Involuntarily, you suck in a little gasp and feel a heat spread across your neck.

“Get you mind out of the gutter, angel. It’ll make it easier for the both of us,” Matt instructs as he adjusts his hands to where he needs them. “Now, relax a little, and let me get some reps in.”

You chuckle softly and do as he asks, letting your eyes close as you let him lift you up and down, over and over.

“Doing good, Matty?” you breathe as he continues to follow the rhythm he set.

“Yeah,” he grunts as he pushes you up, giving your ass a squeeze.

“How about you take a rest?”

“‘M good.”

“Matt, c’mon.”

With a sigh, he brings you to his chest and readjusts his hands, placing you on his lap.

“You okay?” he asks, sitting up.

“Very,” you assure. “You?”

“Mmm,” he hums with a smile, his eyes half closed. “I guess it’s just not how I’d prefer you going up and down over my body.”

You giggle and feel your cheeks burn hot, leaning forward to give him a soft kiss. “Dork,”you tease, kissing him once more.

“Yeah, well, I’m your dork.”

“That is true . . . And right now, you’re my sweaty dork.” Your fingers play with the hem of his sweat-soaked shirt, and the twitch of the corner of his lip and the slight quirk of his eyebrows give you all the permission you need to peel the fabric from his skin and toss it aside.

“How about you help your sweaty dork wash up?”

“It’s like you read my mind.”

[shroomboi67]

Welp i havent posted in a while so lets have some of my headcannons to celebrate the new version of the sexy blonde bioweapon.

Wesker wears his glasses constantly due to his light sensitivity and unnerving eyes he keeps his glasses on even when inside if he needs a break from wearing them he closes the blinds in his office for a momentary reprieve from the metal indents in his nose. If you did go to his house for whatever reason you'll find its rather dark his walls a seal grey with dark oak furniture but its cozy in some retrospecs.

Wesker suffers from chronic insomnia spending nights at his work desk drinking coffee and filing forms even if he does end up going home he ends up cleaning his house top to bottom and over again until he's exhausted all his options and either goes for a walk or goes to bed. Most pills and drugs have little to no effect on the man due to the progenitor virus in his blood stream so no amount of sleep aid helps. He's just glad his glasses cover the bags under his eyes so he's not seen as weak. Small mercies and all that. But if you do want to get him to sleep lay him down gently and lightly run your hand up the arch of his back to his shoulder blade amd back down and that man is putty.

There is literally no startling or surprising this man. Don't even try as its a futile attempt this man is stone cold you can try anything and his face doesnt budge just don't try startling him he'd choke the life out of you in seconds.

This man is an excellent cook he can make you a four course meal effortlessly cooking everything perfectly with a flick of his talented hands his favourite things to cook are wine infused meats. Delicious.

He definately had some previous dancing experience with that slim, hour glass figure, built chest and lithe easily lifted body he makes the perfect partner for an elegant salsa dancer.

Despite how it seems Wesker is awful at romance he can cook you a nice meal, give you a dance but it ends there he cannot woo anyone he can be quite flirty when it suits him but flirt back and this man melts he is so weak when it comes to someone whos interested in him which who would be? An uptight blonde with a god complex? Yes please.

But if he does get into a relationship he is distant at first but you can bet this man is possessive as shit he would kill someone for you always wanting to hold you in his arms, touch every inch of you, kiss you breathless his favourite pass time is to climb on his your lap and just bury his face in your neck inhaling your scent till he's dizzy.

Due to Weskers past of being treated like a weapon and growing up in a laboritory things can trigger him like nightmares or occassional things like needles. He will immediately break down into sobs and trembling limbs. Avoiding and distancing himself from anyone using.. other methods to stablise himself that is less than ideal but with no family he has no one to go to but find ways to ground himself.

Anything else you want me to mention or anyone else you want headcannons for please let me know! Thank you my lovelies ♡

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Grell Sutcliff Headcanons (UPDATED) Slayyyyy Yandere Queen

[Hello, My sexy Muffins, on archive of our own and maybe Tumblr I have an outdated one of this! I am updating this for Pride Month! Cause Trans Women are Women and Trans Rights ARE Human Rights! If you do not respect my trans muffins then I will have a problem with you! Anyways please enjoy this chapter here!] 

(Disclaimer 1: In CANON Grell is a Trans Woman, but she is in the 1800s so she has no access to anything she can to medically transition. She does refer to herself as a woman and has done gender-affirming stuff, Such as growing out her hair and wearing clothes that make her feel like a woman (All the red clothes and female coat. 

Disclaimer 2: Not all people have to fully transition to match their body to what gender they are. They are still trans, Grell is a woman with a penis but she is still a woman! 

Hashtag Trans women are Women 

and 

Hashtag Trans Rights Are Human Rights!

Disclaimer 3: Grell is a woman in canon but she is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Thank you, and happy pride month!) 

-Base Remade Yandere Headcanons with Grell Sutcliff from Black Butler- 

.Grell is a flamboyant woman, who was born with male parts. 

.Yes she is a trans woman who ended up becoming a Grimmreaper 

.She did not know who she was for a long time, even saying that God had made a mistake by making her born male. 

.If she could she would want to change her body to that of a woman. 

.She is boy-crazy for the most part, loving hot men. 

.But with you, it did not matter if you were a man, you are the type of person that just stole her heart and she becomes you crazy instead of boy-crazy. 

.She adores you with all her heart and knows that her love for you is forbidden because she is a Grimmreaper and you are just a human. 

.She would do her best to protect you and make sure she is the one who collects your soul, so she does not lose you. 

.It might be selfish but she would do her best to make sure that you become a grimmreaper like she is. 

.So that way she and you can be together for as long as possible. 

.She is a very flirty yandere and loves to be close to you. 

.She would want to explore what it is like to be with you and maybe even have sex with you. 

.It does not matter that she has a penis and it makes her not feel like a woman, she will use it on you to make you hers and will also have you top her. 

.She is so a switch! 

.she would also be the type of yandere that is very forward with how she feels. 

.She is also the one that is the jealous type of yandere. Like if she saw you being close with someone else, especially if it was another woman. 

.She does not share and she would be the one to cling to you. 

.She deals with rivals, by first trying to tell them to back off! 

.But if that does not work she would use her death scythe on them. They had no right to have a life with you! 

.Not when she cannot have that life with you! 

.If she cannot have it then no one can! 

.She would also come and see you as much as she can. 

.She is very clingy and affectionate with you, also a little spicey in her desire for you~ 

.She loves the color red and loves seeing you in red. 

.She would get you clothing that you like, but in the color red, so you and her are matching ~ 

.She is very impulsive and has very little patience. 

.So she would likely kidnap you at some point. 

.And also she would be likely to snap and kill someone who got too close to you and did not stay away. 

.She would confess to you in a grand, outspoken, and flamboyant way. 

.To show that she loves you and that she wants to be your wife. 

.If you accept her love, she will pick you up and kiss the heck out of you, she is just so overwhelmed with all the passion she has for you and that you are the love of her life. 

.If you say no she will be heartbroken and then she will lose it. 

.She will either kidnap you right then or there or kidnap you later once she is disgusted with what has happened. 

.If you try and fight her on it, she will punish you. 

.She does not want to punish you but if you act up she will and she will make sure that you love her and her alone. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done, I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

[s1ithers]

rt posting // finished ch3. love the torture elves, hysterical 10/10. obsessed with how the game pits altruism against your responsibility to your people against the culture around your character. do something good & compassionate by player standards/treasonous in-universe, get absolutely kicked in the teeth for it, and have your companions call you to account afterwards... exactly what i want from an rpg, thank you

like i'm sure it has another way to get you through the plot if you don't agree to help Y, but i was thinking while doing it, hm. this is an action i am taking with videogame protagonist-like disregard for consequences bc i personally want to, despite how hard it would be for my char to justify, even if /she/ personally wants to! & then to just eat shit for the rest of the chapter. v satisfying. love a game that doesn't let you tramp all over its internal consistency to be a hero. love a world that pushes back <3

almost wonder if i got some sort of bug with the romance being weirdly (not) integrated? with H going from v sweet to Mad as Hell. (and like thank god they voiced that bit in case the text didn't fully convey how blisteringly he despises you for this lmao x_x christ alive. the VAs are gr8). but honestly only needed like one or two lines of transition bc it's a great conflict. what if your existence was only excused by your purpose & your purpose was fighting one enemy but the one person who treats you as more than that keeps falling for that enemy's lures. what a knife in the heart. bc the dismissal of your function is a dismissal of YOU but at the same time....you've already bitten the hook of that same mercy, haven't u :3

honestly would've liked a chance to say sorry i got us all trapped in the torment nexus. bc it's ultimately my responsibility right, yrliet doesn't command this vessel. i'm gleaning that admitting that to the group might be a somewhat uh avant-garde leadership style for these ppl but twould be nice to say it to ur lover what with the torture n all

reconciliation scene could be so good bc like what if we were two people with something tender & fragile growing between us. but also a traitor to humanity & an agent of the inquisition. but also a psyker who laid powers on the absolute ruler of the sector etc etc

and perhaps some dialogue option wherein you ask /why?/ and i could say it was out of friendship with a xenos. absolute super mega heresy. handing you the weapon to destroy me to prove my sincerity but like. like. the power play of knowing you won't use it.

could be sexy.

(but then ofc power play is the only language we speak, so maybe what i really want is to trust you. it's about the plausible deniability it's about the misdirection)

anyway. forcing me into a public judgment of my other not-lover in a way that also functions as a proxy trial for my own failings in That Whole Situation, both undermining my authority & creating the chance to shore it back up IF i give the rest of the crew their pound of flesh (realigning the emperor's chosen with the path of righteousness & oh so conveniently, with him over her), an hour after we /finally/ tore each other's clothes off is sooo. fun n flirty. peak shit. because as we know! the most important element of a healthy ship is trust :)

[kithtaehyung]

An Ode to 3Tan BBQ

………………………..😶😶😶😶😶😶

AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That was….They were…Yoongi was…

*shakes head to refocus*

Okay, okay! I’m here, and I think I have mustered up enough coherency to react to the BBQ THAT WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY.

Firstly, I really truly have no idea how you did it so absolutely perfectly, but you captured that wholesome but incredibly sexy magic of young summer love. That feeling of being invincible, like you’ll never grow old, like anything is possible, like winter will never come and fun is here forever to stay. So fresh but so nostalgic. I could smell the sunscreen and the smoke from the grill. I felt the butterflies in reader’s stomach while she was watching him from afar. I felt how flirty and fabulous she felt in that little dress under Yoongi’s gaze. How did I so potently feel like I was in that backyard? I was taken back to high school when my crush and I would secretly flirt amongst all our friends by the poolside…only this time, the it was Min freaking Yoongi! 😫🫠😍 Reader-insert fics can often offer an experience, but damn, I didn’t know I could be taken back to some really magical and beautiful moments and emotions with this drabble! 🥹💕

I also absolutely loved her moments with Trish and Tae. The conspiratorial role Tae is now playing has been squealing with glee, and the conversation with Trish has me so soft for Reader, who is so apparently coming into her own.

Also, the line where Tae compares reader to Yeontan had me in freaking stitches 😂💜😂💜

And, excuse me, but was that a potential Dom and Shiv moment I saw there? Ummm…I freaking ship it????

…And Yoongi. THIS Yoongi?? THIS M@TH$RF&#KIN’ YOONGI??? Excuse me, ma’am, but do you have a permit to write such a DANGEROUS CHARACTER??? 🥵🥵🥵

This line:

“Hell no, he needs to keep those broad shoulders covered or else you’re really gonna fucking lose.”

Had me thinking:

And then this line:

“He rakes wet locks back before slowly walking to the edge of the pool, wiping his face before aiming a smirk of revenge at your menace sibling.”

Had me like:

You wrote all of the little Yoongi-is-babe-of-epic-proportions details so well! Like how his teeth are dashing???? Like, they are but how do you so aptly zero in on everything that makes him so attractive???

So, anyhow, thanks to this menacing new helping of 3Tan Yoongi I am currently exceedingly unwell and entirely unable to function.

The silent war you waged between Reader and Yoongs was the absolute tits - so cute and steamy at the same time! My heart exploded at the part with the paper towel roles!!! 🥰 But then other parts had me straight up tomato-faced BLUSHING!

This line?

“Even if his chains are currently caressing your back…”

When I tell you I was SCREAMING. Literally. Screaming.

And after building the sexual tension to the tightness of a freaking bowstring, the sneaky intimacy they managed to so recklessly cram in was SO EFFING HOT.

This drabble is definitely my new favorite of the 3Tan canon…like, seriously, you keep outdoing yourself and at this point I believe you can move mountains if only given a pen! 😆🙌 Thank you so much for gifting us with this one, it is an absolute gem and is going to get me through the drudge of the work week with many a reread!

After indulging in this absolute MASTERPIECE far be it from me to ask for more.

…buuuuuuttt….

IFYOUDROPPEDTHESMUTI’DREADTHEFUCKINGSHITOUTOFITOKAYILOVEYOUBYE

💜💜💜

DFKDSHF VIOLETSIREN !! oh my god this ode is amazing and i will definitely head under a cut to respond so here we go!

………………………..😶😶😶😶😶😶 AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That was….They were…Yoongi was… *shakes head to refocus* Okay, okay! I’m here, and I think I have mustered up enough coherency to react to the BBQ THAT WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY.

THE BBQ THAT WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY I CANTTT yes. yes, they were. yoongi was. all of this is correct can we get an F in the chat to pay everyone respects lololol

Firstly, I really truly have no idea how you did it so absolutely perfectly, but you captured that wholesome but incredibly sexy magic of young summer love. That feeling of being invincible, like you’ll never grow old, like anything is possible, like winter will never come and fun is here forever to stay. So fresh but so nostalgic. I could smell the sunscreen and the smoke from the grill. I felt the butterflies in reader’s stomach while she was watching him from afar. I felt how flirty and fabulous she felt in that little dress under Yoongi’s gaze. How did I so potently feel like I was in that backyard? I was taken back to high school when my crush and I would secretly flirt amongst all our friends by the poolside…only this time, the it was Min freaking Yoongi! 😫🫠😍 Reader-insert fics can often offer an experience, but damn, I didn’t know I could be taken back to some really magical and beautiful moments and emotions with this drabble! 🥹💕

all of this took me back so far omfg!! the way you also captured all the feelings of summer so well? by just mentioning what you remember? wow. summer love is fantastic.. and i'm so happy that i was able to convey some of those vibes in this drabble! working on it poolside definitely helped, even if i had to shield my eyes from the sun ahaha. gahhhhh all the butterflies!! being in that backyard: i was THERE! i felt it! if you felt the same then i am immensely satisfied.

I also absolutely loved her moments with Trish and Tae. The conspiratorial role Tae is now playing has been squealing with glee, and the conversation with Trish has me so soft for Reader, who is so apparently coming into her own. Also, the line where Tae compares reader to Yeontan had me in freaking stitches 😂💜😂💜 And, excuse me, but was that a potential Dom and Shiv moment I saw there? Ummm…I freaking ship it????

TRISH!! i have been waiting to incorporate trish into the series so i'm happy to have her here, even if we don't know if this is canon yet. she's a thoughtful person and someone i am very happy that is in reader and bro's lives. as far as tae... we all love that damn man lol. i wanna protect him with everything i have! AND DOM AND SHIV AHAHAHA YESSSS

…And Yoongi. THIS Yoongi?? THIS M@TH$RF&#KIN’ YOONGI??? Excuse me, ma’am, but do you have a permit to write such a DANGEROUS CHARACTER??? 🥵🥵🥵

LMFAOOOOO I ASK MYSELF THAT ALL THE DAMN TIME

This line: “Hell no, he needs to keep those broad shoulders covered or else you’re really gonna fucking lose.” And then this line: “He rakes wet locks back before slowly walking to the edge of the pool, wiping his face before aiming a smirk of revenge at your menace sibling.”

SDKFJDSKF the gifs you sent!!! i love them. i love love love them and now i'm in pain all over again.

You wrote all of the little Yoongi-is-babe-of-epic-proportions details so well! Like how his teeth are dashing???? Like, they are but how do you so aptly zero in on everything that makes him so attractive??? So, anyhow, thanks to this menacing new helping of 3Tan Yoongi I am currently exceedingly unwell and entirely unable to function.

godddddd i literally don't know. my fingers just type and i cry on my keyboard. that's literally how all of this has worked so far lmfao

The silent war you waged between Reader and Yoongs was the absolute tits - so cute and steamy at the same time! My heart exploded at the part with the paper towel roles!!! 🥰 But then other parts had me straight up tomato-faced BLUSHING!

YESSS. i had a blast writing everything and the war between them was everything. the paper towels!! alexa play u got it bad by usher LOL

This line? “Even if his chains are currently caressing your back…” When I tell you I was SCREAMING. Literally. Screaming.

YOU KNOW I GOTTA MENTION THOSE CHAINS ITS LITERALLY PART OF MY BRAND ATP

And after building the sexual tension to the tightness of a freaking bowstring, the sneaky intimacy they managed to so recklessly cram in was SO EFFING HOT.

how can they be so intimate and yet i'm blushing?? how can this happen. why are they always doing this to me??

This drabble is definitely my new favorite of the 3Tan canon…like, seriously, you keep outdoing yourself and at this point I believe you can move mountains if only given a pen! 😆🙌 Thank you so much for gifting us with this one, it is an absolute gem and is going to get me through the drudge of the work week with many a reread!

WAIT WHAT. ITS UR NEW FAVE?? that's amazing! we don't know if it's canon yet but omfg if it's your fave that means so much to me! i didn't exercise as much brainpower as i usually do for the main parts so the writing may not have been like,, my best. but i'm still happy you enjoyed<3 thank you for reading and i hope you had an okay week!

After indulging in this absolute MASTERPIECE far be it from me to ask for more …buuuuuuttt…. IFYOUDROPPEDTHESMUTI’DREADTHEFUCKINGSHITOUTOFITOKAYILOVEYOUBYE 💜💜💜

AHAHAHAH ITS COMING BABE ITS COMINGGGG THANK YOU FOR BEING INTERESTING AND ENCOURAGING ME TO MOVE FORWARD WITH IT!

[lunas-otome-blog]

Luna's Review: Cupid Parasite

Official Summary:

What's love got to do with it? In this divine romantic comedy, play as Lynette Mirror, Cupid Corporation's top bridal advisor and none other than Celestia's Goddess of Love, Cupid! Determined to prove that love is more than bows and arrows, she meets her biggest challenge yet — the infamous Parasite 5.

But in finding love for the Parasite 5, will Cupid find love herself?

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Luna's Thoughts (Spoiler Free)

I needed a break between the stupendously long playthroughs of Jack Jeanne (review coming soon!) so I picked up Cupid Parasite for a more casual, less involved game.

In Cupid Parasite, the MC, who is literally the goddess Cupid, descends to earth as human alter-ego Lynette Mirror in order to stick it to her father and prove that human algorithms are better than forcing people to fall in love with her magical bow and arrow. She joins a dating agency and quickly becomes their top advisor. Due to her success, she's forced to take charge of five bachelors who are having trouble finding love because they suck.

I'll say it upfront. Cupid Parasite is very stupid. The plot is goofy and very loosely constructed. There is a roomba. The MC is a powerful demigod and her first move upon coming to Earth is to rent a shared apartment and get a bachelor's degree. The B-button produces a honk sound. These were the highlights for me, actually. I don't mind a stupid game as long as it spells that out upfront, and Cupid Parasite definitely does.

Where this game really stands out is where it embraces the stupid and allows itself to be fun and silly. But it suffers from inconsistency, leaving me unsure of what to think. Some routes are very serious and others are incredibly unserious.

It took me a really long time to warm up to this game for a few reasons. First, Cupid Parasite feels like it's aimed at a younger audience, as everyone in the game, including the protagonist, is immature or undeveloped in some way.

This game was also just way too sexy for me, and extremely heteronormative. The romance and ideas portrayed are very traditional. Lynette has some fairly antiquated views about love between men and women, ranging from boring to slightly offensive. A lot of it didn't sit right with me.

It was also a little difficult to get through the common route because I truly didn't like a single one of the dating options lol. I know the premise is that they're undatable but man...they are insufferable at the beginning.

The interface, while colorful and quirky, is too "busy" and thus difficult to navigate. It was a little laggy for me. The whole experience felt clunky and unpolished.

If you like flirty, silly and sexy otoges, you'll probably be really into Cupid Parasite. But unfortunately I am not the target audience for this game. There were certain aspects of each route I enjoyed, though, so find below my thoughts in the order in which I played each character.

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(Spoilers) Ryuki Route

I genuinely liked Ryuki's route, which was surprising to me because I really DID NOT like him in the common route lol. He warms up to Lynette right at the end of the common, and his affection grows from there. He's not a true tsundere, but he fulfills the "has trouble being honest" role in this game for the most part.

He's the youngest of the love interests at just 19 — not that age matters much when the PC is an immortal god— so I didn't feel too great about the sexy scenes with this barely legal kid lol. But they don't sleep together on the route, which I was grateful for.

Ryuki's driving force is in learning how to be a good designer, and Lynette is charmed by the attention he puts into his designs. It turns out he always wanted to design clothes for women, but nobody has allowed him to do that, so he's just lived with this repressed desire his whole life.

His interest in Lynette comes from how she treats him like a normal person, rather than flee from his rudeness or put him on a pedestal like most people, as well as how she's the first person to tell him he can do what he wants. Ryuki's attraction to her felt natural and the pace was good. When he realizes that you naturally find the person you're in love with more attractive, he freaks out in an adorable way.

Once he accepts that what he's feeling is love, his entire attitude changes, and he instantly becomes an attentive and kind partner. He was already warming up to Lynette, but the switch proves how much he was holding back on his base instincts to cherish her. Realizing he's in love gives him the freedom to do what he's always wanted, just as Lynette gave him the freedom to design women's clothing.

Proposing to Lynette instead of asking her out was silly, but he's 19, so I actually felt like it was in keeping with how a teenager would act with his first love.

Overall, I felt Ryuki's route was very successful. I hope Lynette reels him in a little, hehe.

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(Spoilers) Gill Route

Man this route sure was...something.

It's so hard for me to judge Gill, because every time the game gives you a reason to like him, they add in another reason to dislike him, too.

He's an insufferable sad sack in the common route. Then you start his route and realize he took such good care of Lynette at the beginning when she didn't know anything about the human world. Then you find out he literally stalked her in college and calls her his "baby bird." Then you find out he did technically ask her out (though she never got the letter) and thought he was formally rejected. Then you find out he took his job specifically to spend more time with her.

Toward the end of his route, he reveals he has a folder of pictures of her on his phone, taken secretly over the years, including some of her sleeping. This is treated as romantic and sweet, but as someone who has been stalked before, I can assure you it is not. It's creepy and frightening. And no, Gill is never told this behavior is not ok. The game actually treats it as not only acceptable but as demonstrative of how dedicated he is to Lynette. Gross.

Gill's route also had a lot of contrivances and some downright weird stuff, such as him being kicked out of his apartment due to rotting blue cheese, and a voice change app that exists to create a convenient misunderstanding. This is already a very silly game, but it felt like a few too many coincidences.

He also swoops in to save Lynette by literally building a transforming car and flying to the heavenly realm where she lives, culminating in a giant robot battle with Lynette's father, Mars. What.

This route gets really weird toward the end, and just goes on forever. Every time it seems to be coming to a good stopping point, there's yet another chapter or plot thread we must unravel.

You do get some fun background on Claris, and I did like Gill's backstory, including his family and interest in cars. But this route was too long, too weird and just thoroughly unromantic. Rather than give Gill an opportunity to learn from his mistakes, Gill is allowed to do whatever he wants and is praised for it. I did not like this route.

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(Spoilers) Shelby Route

After playing Gill's route with all its craziness, I was worried about Shelby's route, but it ended up being fine. There were some contrivances and pacing issues, but it was an okay story.

This whole route reads like a fanfiction. It's a fake relationship plot complete with mutual pining and a drunken confession that is forgotten the next day. I actually love these tropes so that wasn't an issue, but I would have liked it a lot more if it didn't drag on as long as it did.

Lynette is a complete moron in this route as she steamrolls past her boss's concerns and basically invites herself into his life as his fake wife. While she works hard to make Cupid Corporation a success, Shelby is taken by her positive attitude and dedication to spreading love. And when she's in danger, he immediately clears up the misunderstanding, even to his own detriment.

I think my biggest issue with this route is that there was no tension. When Shelby admits he was pretending to have a wife, we are immediately reassured that everything his fine. His employees are cool with it. Other CEOs are cool with it. The guy who forced him into the misunderstanding publicly announces everything is his fault. It was complete overkill.

And then later, when you finally get backstory as to why Shelby wants to be "SS" at everything, it's immediately resolved. We get a flashback to his middle school days and we find out a few kids made fun of him for not being the best at academics, and that there was a shitty rich kid who attracted everyone's attention and stole the girl he liked. So he decides that he will become the best at everything because that's all people care about, apparently. Idk, it was kind of a leap.

Then we go back to present day at his middle school reunion. (Really not sure why they didn't just go with high school reunion, which would be a lot more normal.) Everyone remembers Shelby as the cool kid, and he realizes he never needed to be great at everything for people to like him. Oh, and the shitty popular kid is all washed up now. Basically everything resolves super neatly, without Lynette being involved at all.

There is a scene where Shelby is able to shoot a gun with pinpoint accuracy at another guy's gun, shooting it out of the assailant's hand. Lynette is shocked that he can do this, at which point he just calmly says he's SS so of course he can do it, which was very funny. I do wish we got to see more of his "SS" skills though. Allegedly he has a lot of them, but we only get to see the gun and a little bit of cooking. There's also a very silly scene involving Lynette's father and a Roomba, which I enjoyed.

Ultimately, I think this route was a little too neat. I would have liked to see some more consequences for Shelby's lying, and I wanted Lynette to be more involved in him figuring out his own problems. But it wasn't too bad, and I love a good fake relationship trope.

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(Spoilers) Raul Route

Raul seemed to be the most airheaded out of the Parasite 5, so it was nice to get a peek into his head and learn via his thoughts that he does take acting seriously. I also enjoyed learning that he looks coldly on people who pretend to be interested in mythology to get close to him.

I had high hopes for this route toward the beginning, as Raul argues that there's nothing wrong with casual sex, and even offers to show Lynette that you can sleep with someone without it meaning anything, which she accepts and agrees with at first. I thought it was kinda cool. I'm ace, so the idea of casual sex is very spooky to me personally, but I understand that it's very normal for a lot of people. So it was kind of refreshing to see Lynette accept that sometimes it's ok to just have fun with someone without it being serious.

However, after she sleeps with him, she just bans him from casual sex in general, telling him that he'll never learn about love if he does it. She keeps insisting that it's better to have sex with someone you love. I'm not really fond of this holier-than-thou attitude.

Most of the route is generally fine, consisting of the pair enjoying their time together, with Raul trying to piece together why he enjoys spending time with Lynette and Lynette trying her best to ignore her own feelings.

However, like Gill's route, it just kept going on and on. There's a long scene with them getting stuck in ancient ruins that was entirely unnecessary, as it's just a plot device to get them to Celestia, and then a MASSIVE FUCKING PLOT TWIST that I actually thought was pretty interesting. But the plot twist should have been revealed halfway through the route, with the rest of the route being resolution, as opposed to just tossing it haphazardly at the end.

This was not my favorite route, but it at least made a little more sense than Gill's route so... 6/10 lol.

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(Spoilers) Allan Route

I was actually pleasantly surprised by Allan's route. I tend to dislike flirtatious characters, so I figured he'd be my least favorite. But that was all blown away pretty quickly as you realize he really is just putting on a persona in order to conduct his incubus activities.

Allan is a man with complex feelings. His confidence is largely for show to cover up his deep shame and feelings of disgust toward himself for being a demon in the first place. Lynette doesn't make it any easier for him by being a precious angel baby who isn't bothered by him at all. I thought their relationship was sweet, well-paced and actually pretty innocent at times.

While Cupid Parasite doesn't formally have a true ending, Allan's route felt like one. It honestly makes all the other routes seem shallow by comparison. I LOVED the description of Heaven as basically an angel incubator from which new gods are pulled. It was treated as sort of natural, but it's honestly pretty horrifying — in a good way.

There is certainly some of what I call "magic bullshit" in this route. What I mean by that is there are contrivances in how the magic system works in this universe that are clearly created for plot reasons, so they felt a bit forced.

There's also an absolutely giant time skip in the middle of the route that I felt could have been handled better simply by using different sprites, backgrounds, etc. I understand budgetary constraints, but to say that Lynette, after reincarnating as a human, would look exactly the same and also have the same name was lazy writing.

I'm also furious that we didn't get to see a demon version of Lynette or Claris. Claris I kind of get, because why bother drawing a whole new sprite just for one scene in the underworld, but the game actually dares to tell me Lynette has grown a tiny lil tail and I don't get to see it in a cg???? Unfair.

Overall, while I do think this route suffers from contrivances and some pacing issues, it was probably my favorite route of the game. Allan is a true baby muffin and it's heartbreaking knowing what he has to go through while the other routes are happening.

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(Spoilers) Secret Route

I won't name the love interest in this route just in case. But this is a route that explores what happens if the gods send Lynette down to Earth themselves, rather than her escaping. It starts off much the same as the regular game, minus a few small changes.

We FINALLY get an explanation for Lynette's divine beast companion Chii in this route, which I was grateful for. I felt like most scenes with Chii were largely a waste of time, so it's nice to know there was a deeper meaning to his presence. I didn't realize how big Chii was supposed to be until I saw him in a cg. I thought he was hedgehog sized lol.

While this route is treated as an alternate reality, it competes with Allan's route for a suitable true ending. Everyone plays a role. This is the route that showcases what I wanted the whole game to be — a fun mix of romance, silliness and serious plot. It was pretty well balanced and a good way to end the game. I just wish more of the game was like this route.

[drawingangel666]

Supernatural Bingo Challenge: Someone makes a bet (Smut)

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Summary: Your friend makes a bet with you, to hook up with the two hottest man in the bar the same day. It seemed like a good idea until things stared to get serious.

Pairing: Sam x fem!reader x Dean (no wincest)

Warnings: smut, double penetration, oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), daddy kink, voyeurism, Dom!sam, Dom!Dean and sub!reader.

Y/n’s POV

I was talking down my second shot, feeling the alcohol burn down my throat.

Just as I was giggling with my best friend, two men entered the bar. One had long hair and was really tall, the other one, with spiky hair and a black leather jacked. 

Both of them eyed me down, while I licked my lips. My friend waved a hand in front of my face. ´´I dare you to hook up with both`` my friend said. I looked at him/her like he/she was crazy.

´´Come on Y/n`` he/she said while I shook my head, ´´It will be fun``.  I still said no.

´´ Come on, I bet you CAN’T get BOTH`` he/she dared. ´´How much?``I asked, I saw confusion built itself up in his/her face. ´´How much are you betting?`` my friend waved 100$ in from of my face. Now I knew I had to do it.

I walked to the bar counter, siting close to the stools this two hot and sexy men. The shorter one scooted closer as I asked the bartender for a couple shots. The taller one said ´´make it four``his voice was low, and extremely erotic.´´On our tab``now it was the shorter one talking.

I turned to look at them. Earning a flirty smirk back from both men. ´´Are you going to say your names? Or I am just to much that you can’t talk?`` I said, eyeing them up and down, their muscles showed up under their clothes. 

´´Name’s Dean`` the shorter one said, he pointed to the other one ´´That’s Sammy, my brother`` the taller one kinda growled, ´´I am Sam, not Sammy``.

Sam asked what my name was, ´´ I’m Y/N`` I said winking. Dean’s hand found it’s way to my back, while we continued talking of stupid things. Sam moved to be at my left. My friend got near, telling me she was going back to the motel with other boy/girl. I nodded. ´´Hey, do you also want to take this other place?`` Dean asked me, I said yes and we got our way, back to a motel that they were staying at. 

As soon as we entered, Dean turned to me, catching my lips in his, while Sam closed the door, feeling the bonner grow in his pants. Dean’s hand went up and down on my body. ´´Now be good for Daddy and you’’ll get a treat, be bad and you’ll be punished`` Dean said against my neck before trailing kissed from one shoulder to the other. Sam got closer, capturing my lips, his kiss was way hungrier. 

´´Such a cute doll we got`` Sam said, moving you to the bed. Sam got rid of my shirt way quicker than I expected. My black laced bra showing off my boobs. ´´Are you wearing matching panties?``Sam all but growled against my skin, sending a vibration all over my body. I was already feeling the wetness in my panties. ´´Yes I am Sam`` I said, Sam looked taken aback, his features darkening ´´You will address me as Sir, got it cutie?´´ He said, nibbling at my earlobe. ´´Yes, Sir`` I said, felling the blood rush to my cheeks. ´´Aww look Sammy`` Dean said ´´Our little sweetheart is a cute little shy thing when her daddies are serious``. Both men snickered. 

Sam got rid of my pants, leaving me in the bed, while he got up to get undressed. Dean, who was already just in boxers, started trailing kisses, from my cheeks to my belly sometimes he sucked, others nibbled at my skin. I was already so sensitive. Dean told me ´´Open up your legs, baby girl`` and obediently I did it. I didn’t know what had come over me, I was usually the submissive in bed, but their orders and voices made chills run down my spine.

Dean moved his hands up and down my legs, nursing my thighs. He passed his long fingers over my covered entrance, feeling my wetness over the cloth. ´´God Sammy`` Dean said, moaning at the feeling of my wetness ´´she is really wet for her Daddy``. Dean continued making circles with his fingers all over my pussy. 

His lips trailed kissed down both of my legs. Before taking my panties off and burring his face in me. As an instinct I closed my thighs, earning a slap on the outer part of my right thigh. ´´No, no, no, honey, you are going to spread your pretty legs for me, ain’t ya?`` Dean said with a low growl. I nodded, opening my legs, felling his tongue flickering around my folds.

Fisting into his hair, moaning while my eyes rolled back. He was eating me out like a professional. ´´Oh, oh my god Daddy`` I moaned, feeling his plump lips suck around my quivering clit. 

I felt my toes curling, I was almost over my limit. Dean introduced one of his long digits inside of me, making me cum. I moaned really loud, my lips being caught by Sam’s.

Dean’s throbbing cock was at my entrance, feeling all my juices cover the condom. He entered me fast, making me almost black out for a moments. I wasn’t used to his length. 

He picked up pace really easily. I passed my legs around Dean’s waist, siting while he was thrusting inside me. Sam came behind me, stoking his cock up and down. The only sight of his gigantic length gave me goosebumps. ´´Oh god Daddy, so good`` I screamed ´´Come on Sir, I am ready`` I moaned, feeling Sam’s lips at my neck.

Applying some lotion, he started testing my ass. Just entering little by little. It felt good. Giving him my approval, he entered all the way, stretching me out. 

Sam’s and Dean’s pace fell onto rhythm. I was feeling so good that I almost forgot my bet. 

I was at my limit again, my toes started to curl, Sam’s hand passed in from of my body, catching my clit in between his index finger and his thumb. I came harder than I had ever cum. 

Once they also finished, we played down on the bed. Both men cuddling into my sides, it felt really warm.

But then, I remembered the bet, Y/F/N owes me a hundred bucks.

[soupbabe]

Hey there! i really loved your sdc with a flirty s/o headcanons! may i request them with an easily flustered s/o?

Stardust Crusaders w an Easily Flustered S/O!

Thank you so much!! Of course I'm fine w writing stuff like this <3 hehe this features sum Star Platinum fluff too because I love him dearly :))

Jotaro Kujo

After years of dealing with fangirls, he's grown to be (somewhat) patient of people who grow flustered at the idea that Jotaro is actually talking to them

I would like to think that Jotaro likes to tease you about it

Yea you've gotten used to him, but damn

When he walks around with a hand around your waist and/or pulls you in for small kisses in public, you mentally shut off

You're like an old computer: Your cheeks get hot, you sputter out nonsense, and it's very clear you need some sort of help

He would look at you, give a smirk and ask "Something wrong, Y/N?"

Don't think your safe when Star Platinum joins in

Group hugs group hugs

It gets you so giggley when the stand gives you affection

It's mostly Star leaving you shy since Jotaro isn't a lovey dovey type, but still wants you to know he loves you

Noriaki Kakyoin

What a menace

He's so mean about it, teasing you to no end and laughing at your flustered state

Sometimes when it gets too much you just hide your face in his shoulder

It's a clear sign that he should stop and he respects that rule

But he does it so often because he just really thinks your behavior is really cute

But sometimes he forgets he can be easily flustered too

Payback time

Swallow down any shyness you have for PDA because it's an easy way to get Kak off guard and to get his face blend in with his hair

"Awee look at your face Kakyoin, you look like a cherry!"

You are what you eat I guess

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

Another menace to society

Loves teasing you to hell and back, probably the worst out of everyone in this list

He finds it so funny that you once had your eyes bulge out of your head at a corny pickup line

"You know Y/N, if being sexy was a crime, you'd be guilty as charged." Polnareff shoots you a wink to top it all off

Oh my god that was terrible, but he said it with full confidence that made you hide your face in your hands

Another favorite is doing everything he can to get you in his arms, saving you from a 'big and bad stand user'

Totally goes for the knight in shining armor title

If you tell him to stop with the flirty remarks, he'll let you go and spare you

...not without one more bad pick-up line

"Fine, fine. But my hand has been feeling kind of heavy lately, mind holding it for me?"

Muhammad Avdol

He's not evil with this knowledge, he just finds it amusing when he gives you a compliment and you act like some sort of shy teenager in a cheesy romance

But he did crack a smile when you first met him, you grew flustered at the way he spoke to you

Or spoke in general. His voice is really nice

Muhammad isn't a big fan of PDA so you're spared on that end

Although when he makes romantic dinners for the both of you, he won't stop himself from going all out on it tbh

He once suggested that you two do the Lady and the Tramp thing and you almost spit out your drink

Did you almost die? Kinda. Did Avdol burst out laughing because of it? Yeah

[angelofsmalldeathandthecodeine]

Aguamenti

Request:  “Can you do 1 and 8 on the smut list for Fred or George?”

(”Bite me”/”You’re so sexy when you’re mad”)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader 

Word count: 1.6k 

A/N: I didn't want to make it too smutty just because I didn’t think it fit too well with everything going on so its a little trash :/ I still love my boi Freddie 

Warnings: A LITTLE SMUTTY 

Upon proposition, both you and Harry had agreed to teach what he was calling ‘Dumbledore’s Army’ a series of spells and techniques that were deprived of them since Umbridge had arrived. You were a little hesitant at first, and not because of Umbridge, god how you hated that woman. Your worries lay with the responsibility that you and Harry had if entering this agreement, you didn’t want to put anyone in danger.

Of course, you and Harry had become almost experts in the field of Defence Against the Dark Arts, you especially due to your close relationship with Lupin. Remus had taught you pretty much all you needed to know in the comfort of your own home, whereas Harry kind of had to pick it up considering the various dangerous circumstances he seemed to land himself in year after year.

You couldn’t disappoint Harry, not when he needed you, he was like family after all.

“Today me and Y/N are going to be demonstrating a typical duel” Harry announced to the rather sheepish looking crowd “and more importantly, how to win one” you chimed in successfully gaining a laugh from the room.

After bowing your heads, you and Harry began to take your places from one end of the room to another with each other.

“Ready?” Harry asked for confirmation; however, you couldn’t help but get distracted last minute. In the corner of your eye you noticed one of your best friends, Fred, flirting with Angelina Johnson.

You, Fred and George had been friends ever since you joined the Quidditch team in your first year, but recently you had felt differently towards Fred. Getting older gave you feelings you didn’t necessarily understand and on the most part Fred just seemed to annoy you these days – especially when he flaunted around girls.

“Actually Harry, change of plans” you began, causing him to lower his wand in a state of bewilderment “I think it’s best if we use a student with less knowledge for the demonstration, you know, for uh, a better example of the power they’ll be up against” you tried to justify your decision.

“Right, right, yeah of course!” Harry agreed, just as you knew he would, that boy was too nice for his own good sometimes “who did you have in mind?”

“Fred” you said without hesitation or a second thought, getting his attention instantly.

Fred looked up and gave you an overly confident smile which just boiled your blood further “love to” was his only reply.

You smiled back sarcastically, gritting your teeth in the process.

Beginning to take your place once more, Harry was replaced by a much taller, attractive Fred. He proceeded to roll his sleeves, giving you a glimpse at the veins running throughout his arms.

Pay attention

“Ready Fred?” Harry initiated “Ready to win? Sure am mate” Fred replied, gaining a giggle from a lot of the girls, you just rolled your eyes.

“Bite me, Weasley” you replied, a little more frustrated than you were five minutes ago, causing Fred to smirk.

Harry nodded and you and Fred proceeded to walk towards each other for the initial bow. As you both reached the middle, Fred bent down slightly more so you could hear him.

“You’re so sexy when you’re mad” he said, causing you to instantly blush. You knew he was a flirty guy, but you didn’t think he had ever said anything as flirty as that to you before.

Turning around to walk to the end of the room gave you what felt like forever to think about what had just happened, getting slightly distracted from the matter.

“Wands to the ready” Harry announced, arm still mid-air.

You were now directly facing Fred and looking him in the eye seemed a little awkward considering your flustered state. In attempts to compose yourself you looked to the crowd gathered either side of you and caught glimpse of Angelina smiling at Fred.

Instantly you were reminded of your frustration which only engaged you in a deep focus against Fred, locking eyes with him confidently.

Harry swiftly dropped his arm, indicating the beginning of the duel.

“Aguamenti!” you pronounced clearly with a flick of your wand before Fred was even able to utter a single letter.

Suddenly Fred was flung to the back wall through the jet-like force of the water that hit him.

Fred lay on the floor, drenched from head to toe gaining a roaring laugh from those watching – especially George and Ron.

You smirked at Fred, heavily breathing at not just the thrill of winning the duel but the sight of Fred, clothes wet and him distressed.

What was wrong with you.

“Hmm, yeah, not really the spell I had in mind but good job Y/N” Harry commented as Ginny began to help Fred up, still laughing in his face.

“Yeah well, I thought I’d leave the rest up to you” you replied in a sort agitated tone which left a puzzled look on Harry’s face.

“Got to go Harry, you’ll be alright without me today won’t you?” you quietly spoke to him, who just nodded, completely understanding.

As you began walking towards the exit you were stopped in your tracks upon hearing a voice that had started to infuriate you a little too much recently.

“Y/N wait” you heard him get closer “I’ll come with you, gotta get changed out of these bloody wet clothes anyway” he explained, giving a genuine smile.

“great” you mumbled giving another sarcastic smile.

On the way to the common room you seemed to forget all about the incident that had wound you up, it was strange that Fred had the ability to make you do that – forget about your worries. Joking and laughing all the way up made you feel like a kid again, first year meeting the twins.

That was until you reached the common room, and Fred proceeded to take off his jumper of course. You were sitting in Fred’s empty dorm room, on his bed watching him find dry uniform to change into. The moment had never seemed weird until now – until you couldn’t stop staring at his bare chest through the now transparent shirt that clung to him.

You could feel your heart rate increase as you started to heavily breathe once more, transfixed on Fred. An overwhelming sensation began to consume your stomach.

Fred was rambling on about the upcoming Quidditch game, but you couldn’t help yourself any longer. You knew exactly what had been troubling you these past couple of months with Fred and you were about to prove it.

You stood up, growing closer to Fred who had his back turned to you as he still searched for dry clothes crouched over his trunk.

“Fred” you simply said, gaining his attention.

He turned to face you slowly standing, a little worried about what you were about to say from your posture and breathing.

“yeah?”

“Shut up” you lifted your heels to reach Fred, locking your fingers between his auburn hair and crashing your lips against his.

Instantly he did as told, feeding both yours and his own hunger by kissing you passionately back. Fred wrapped his long arms around your waist and pulled you closer into him, allowing the water on his shirt to almost turn into steam.

The kiss was hard but soft at the same time, not allowing the opportunity for a breath between you. Fred’s hands suddenly reached further down your waist as he swiftly lifted you, holding you in his arms for a moment before placing you on his cabinet.

Having the freedom of his arms back he returned the favour of entangling his fingers between your hair, slightly tugging on it as his kiss grew more desperate, sending shivers down your spine.

Fred’s lips slowly moved away from your own as he lifted the hair between his fingers, trailing kisses from your jawline down to your neck, causing you to let out soft moans.

As he did you frantically began unbuttoning his shirt, peeling it from his still damp body. Each kiss he placed on you made the butterflies in your stomach flutter a little harder, pulling at his hair signalling for him to continue.

Fred assisted you in taking the rest of his shirt of, as he started to take your tie off all the while still kissing your neck which sent you crazy. You rolled your head back at the tingling sensation of Fred’s sucking of your neck paired with his warm breath growling in your ear.

“I lied earlier” Fred gave a breathily whisper in your ear “You’re so sexy all the time” he continued, giving you an intense feeling.

You fiercely grabbed Fred’s face once more continuing to impulsively engage in your heavy make-out session.

Before you knew it your shirt was being unbuttoned, revealing nothing but your bra and bare skin exposed… but you didn’t mind one bit, in fact it felt so right you couldn’t believe it had took this long for you and Fred to be half naked together.

“Nice to see you two getting along again” you jumped out of your skin, quickly attempting to cover whatever part of you was exposed as you looked up to see a very casual George sending a wink your way.

“Christ George!” you yelled which just caused him to burst out laughing “Well then! Turn around!” you exclaimed as Fred picked up your shirt for you to start putting back on.

“Don’t worry, I’m leaving… detention with Umbridge, have fun you two” George said giving you both another wink.

Your state of shock was eased by Fred who began to giggle, resting his forehead on yours.

“Seriously Y/N… you don’t understand how long I’ve wanted that to happen” Fred confessed, butterflies rising once again in your stomach.

“Me too” you grinned, pulling his head down for another kiss.

[blackacre13]

Debbie tells Lou her fantasy

“Tell me something,” Lou whispered, turning over in bed to face Debbie.

“It’s 2 in the morning,” Debbie yawned. “Now I’ve told you something and you learned a neat fact about why you could very well piss off your wife.”

Debbie nestled further into her pillow with another yawn before she felt her wife’s hand slide between her thigh.

“Tell me something,” Lou repeated, smirking at the heat trapped between Debbie’s thighs as she felt the brunette wriggle slightly.

“What kind of something?” Debbie asked softly, her tone changing as her curiosity grew. While she didn’t like being woken up, there was something very different when it was by a flirty or horny Lou.

“Tell me one of your fantasies.”

Debbie blushed at the command, rolling to hide in Lou’s chest as the blonde let out a deep chuckle, stroking her hair.

“You can tell me, honey,” Lou urged her, kissing her head.

“What brought this on?” Debbie asked, looking up at Lou, her sleepy eyes blinking fully awake.

“Just curious,” the blonde shrugged. “I’ve told you most of mine. Was wondering what’s sitting around in that beautiful mind of yours.”

“In case you haven’t noticed the baby monitor on the night table or my newfound stretch marks, fantasies haven’t really been on my mind,” Debbie admitted, biting her lip.

“That’s precisely why I’m asking,” Lou hummed. “I want to show you how gorgeous and sexy you are. Make you feel amazing. Want you to see what I see.”

“Lou,” Debbie groaned. “I’m still a whale.”

“You pronounced goddess incorrectly,” Lou smirked, playing with a loose curl that had escaped Debbie’s ponytail.

The blonde’s hand slid into Debbie’s panties as she let out a satisfied, little moan, clutching at her wife’s shirt.

“Just tell me one,” Lou encouraged her. “Anything. Big or small.”

“It’s pretty simple actually,” Debbie laughed. “You remember how we met?”

“No,” Lou rolled her eyes. “Meeting the love of my life must have slipped my mind. Remind me.”

Debbie slapped her playfully, but let out a soft chuckle.

“I’m listening,” Lou whispered, slipping a finger inside Debbie.

“It was just so simple and normal compared to our insane lives, but at the same time, doing exactly what we love.”

“You love getting picked up at bars?” Lou asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I loved that you could call my bluff,” Debbie corrected her. “Nobody else ever could. Maybe Danny.”

“Please don’t say your brother’s name while I’m inside you.”

“Don’t call me out like that,” Debbie hissed, making a retching noise. “Anyway, I loved that you knew my game. You could one up me. Distract me. Throw me off. And look absolutely smoking hot as hell while doing it.”

“You want me to recreate the first time we met?” Lou asked, grinning to herself.

“Sort of,” Debbie smiled, tucking herself into Lou again. “Except I want to pick you up.”

Lou slid another finger into Debbie, pumping deeper into her as Debbie’s legs slid further apart with a groan.

“Pretty tame, babe,” Lou laughed. “But easy enough to find a babysitter and a bar.”

“Want to see you sitting there, surveying every last person. Knowing those leather jacket pockets are full of wallets, cash and watches. And I come over to you, all flirting and sexy, just to slip something out of your pocket and call your bluff.”

“Mhmm,” Lou whispered, plunging deeper inside the brunette as she gasped.

“I want to take you home. Pin you up against the wall. Give you the best kiss of your life. Mark you all over. Show you you’re mine.”

“Fuck,” the blonde groaned. “But Deb, I want to make you feel—“

“I want you dripping for me,” Debbie continued, her voice growing deep. “Begging for me. Desperate enough to do anything.”

“Debbie,” the Australian moaned, feeling Debbie dripping down her hand as she spoke.

“I want to fuck you like you fucked me,” Debbie hissed. “Make you scream my name.”

“God, you are hot,” Lou murmured, her hand pressing against Debbie’s neck. “Getting all worked up and messy telling me what you want.”

“Fuck, baby, it’s exactly what I want,” Debbie moaned. “But I’m—I’m gonna—“

“Go ahead, honey,” Lou whispered. “Show me how bad you want me. Come for me, love.”

[solarwonux]

Crop Tops and Tattoos || Wonwoo

soccer player!Wonwoo x f!reader

w.c: 3.2k

warnings: smut, shower sex, wonwoo soft!dom, oral sex (female receiving), friends with benefits, friends to lovers, public sex (kinda) I think that’s all. 

note: another repost I’m sorry lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, honestly I literally have like a bunch of works that literally take place in the same soccer!svt/college!svt universe but really have nothing to do with one another except for like 3 and they’re all spicy lol. Let me know if you’d want them and also enjoy this one and lmk your thoughts hehehe :)

masterlist

“W-What?”

“Come to my practice tonight.” You rubbed the sleep from your afternoon nap out of your eyes, listening to Wonwoo’s soft voice through the receiver. “I miss you, come to my practice tonight, we can hang out after.” Wonwoo all but begged, and you can almost picture the pout that was on his face.

“Woo, I can’t I have to finish my half of the group research project.”

“Perfect, I’ll help you. You’re my partner anyway. Please love, I just want to see you it’s been forever.”

“It’s been two days Woo.” You rolled your eyes sitting up on your couch, retreating your phone from your ear, checking the time, 7:30PM it read. So much for a thirty-minute nap, you sighed.

“Precisely why you should come to my practice…hold on a sec,” Wonwoo pulled the phone away from his ear and gave the lost student instructions to where the art history section of the library was located at. “Please, it will be worth it, I promise.” He whispered, cupping his mouth over the receiver, muffling his words a little making you laugh.

“I’ll think about it, get back to work.”

“Okay see you tonight.” He said a little too excited and hung up the phone, a wide smile appearing on your face, making your stomach perform a whole gymnastics routine in the process.

The relationship you and Wonwoo had was interesting, it had started off as mindlessly flirty with one another, graduated to ghost touches and during a hot summer’s day. Where the air conditioning in the library had leaked and instead of Joshua calling everyone to tell them to stay home, he had made sure everyone showed up. Or else. His exact words.

The touches and flirting had escalated to the point that Wonwoo had dragged you to the forgotten encyclopedia section of the library and pinned you against the dusty bookshelves.

Since then your relationship grew more to just sleeping with one another to let off some steam. He would hold your hand underneath the reception desk at the library, mindlessly drawing patterns and phrases onto your skin. He would walk you to class when he could, sometimes with a bubble tea in his hand, other times empty handed. If you were scheduled to close on days, he had an earlier shift, he would wait and walk you home holding you close while the two of you talked about your day. And as of recently, after sex he had started to spend the night, claiming he slept better with you by his side.

In your head Wonwoo was your boyfriend just without the label. It was also a conversation the two of you needed to have, but it was also one you feared because you didn’t want it to ruin it.

You ran through the gates of the soccer field and started up the steps of the aluminum bleachers, earning weird stares from the guys and girls that decided to attend SVT’s first soccer practice of the season. You sat down, out of breath, holding your bag close to your body as you tried your best to regulating your breathing. A reminder that maybe hitting the gym every once in a while, wasn’t such a bad idea, because clearly having mind blowing sex with Wonwoo wasn’t helping with building your stamina.

“Woo your girl’s here now you can finally start playing.”

“Get your head out of your ass Jun.” Wonwoo scoffed shoving Jun lightly, earning a laugh from the other boy. Wonwoo gazed over at you a knowing smile evident on his face and waved at you. You felt your cheeks heat up and your eyes grew wide as you took in his appearance.

Wonwoo had sworn to you that he would never wear his old jersey again, especially since Seungcheol and Jeonghan had deviously cut it up after their last game last season. Yet, here he was in all his glory. The shirt stopping just above his belly button, the sliver of his toned stomach peeking through and you felt the beat of your heart start to raise. You warily waved back, before placing your cold palm against your forehead trying to cool yourself down.

Wonwoo raised an eyebrow, lifting his hand up and threaded it through his dark locks. His shirt riding up, exposing himself more and you felt the air leave your lungs. It was stupid, you have been seeing him in a lot less clothing for months and in every angle. But for some reason now as he stood boring his soft eyes into yours as Jihoon shouted commands to his teammates. The sweat dripping down the sides of his face, his glasses fogged up slightly due to the humidity and a knowing smirk adorning his face, teasing you. And you felt like you were about to burst.

“Hey, Woo, stop ogling at your girlfriend and get into position.”

“I like your shirt.”

“Hmm, yeah?” A devilish snicker fell from his lips as he pushed up against the cool tile wall. You nodded dragging your nails across the sliver of teasing skin, leaving red marks behind in their wake making Wonwoo shudder. “So sexy.” He groaned lowly pressing his lips onto yours forcefully, his hands snaking around your waist down to your ass giving it a squeeze making you gasp. He pulled away from your lips and trailed them down your neck. He swiped his tongue over your sweet spot earning him a whimper from you.

“You gonna let me fuck you in the locker room showers?”

“If you ask nicely.” You breathed out playing with the elastic waist band of his shorts. Wonwoo laughed against your neck and bit down before pulling away. “Can I fuck you in the locker room showers please?” He pouted playfully, grabbing your thigh and wrapping it around his waist.

“God Woo, yes.” You wrapped your arms around his waist pulling him closer to you feeling his growing cock against your aroused pussy. “As you wish darling.” He mumbled pecking your lips repeatedly before pulling away from your body, making you whine at the loss of his body heat.

Wonwoo chuckled sinking down to his knees, your eyes hooded with pleasure, feeling the wetness between your legs grow. He left teasing kisses down your clothed thighs, his thumbs hooking underneath the waist band of your leggings dragging them along with him. “Woo my shoes.”

“I was getting there, you’re so impatient sometimes.” He mumbled sitting back on his knees tapping your calf silently telling you to raise your leg. “It’s your fault…how am I supposed to be patient when you always look so good.” You obliged watching as he slowly took of your shoe and throwing it outside of the shower stall along with your sock. He repeated the process with your other leg before attaching his lips against your clothed thigh and left gentle open-mouthed kisses up your leg.

“I guess it’s time I teach you how to be patient.” He smirked pulling down your leggings along with your panties in one go. He threw them aside, placing a kiss against your hip bone, where the small stick and poke infinity sign tattoo he had made after a long night of immoral rendezvous. “Still can’t believe you let me talk you into giving you this.” He mumbled giving it another kiss and stood up.

“I wanted a tattoo but didn’t want to experience the pain.”

“It still hurt you, I had to stop, that’s why it’s all crooked and unfinished.”

“But it’s my favorite.” You whispered, his dark lust filled eyes boring into yours as he slowly started to take off his shorts and underwear, exposing himself to you. No matter how many times the two of you slept together, the sight of his body always had your heart beating out of time. He was perfect, an Adonis carved out of marble and to your surprise he was all yours.

“Don’t take off your shirt.” You whispered reaching and grabbing a fistful of the cloth and pulling him to you. “I want you to fuck me with it on.” You eyed him, a teasing finger running down his chest. “You’re so naughty today.” He laughed grabbing your hand and moved it up to his lips kissing each of your knuckles his sensual gaze lingering on yours. You felt your breathing pick up, the heat trailing down your thighs. “Please touch me.” You whimpered pulling your hand away and taking your shirt of throwing it behind him.

“Not yet I need to shower, I’m all sweaty from practice.” He winked, his hand finding the shower handle and turning it. A gasp left your lips as you felt the cold start to coat your heated bodies. “Now behave princess.” He kissed you hard, running his tongue over your bottom lip asking for entrance in which you granted. His hips flirting with yours and all you wanted to do was get down on your knees and beg him to use you in any and every single way possible. He pulled away detaching the shower head sending you a wink before putting it against your clit. The harsh water jets sending a sweet wave of pleasure up your spine.

“You’re going to cum like this and then I’ll fuck you.” He mumbled, before sinking down on to his knees again. He kept the shower head in place and alternated in kissing your thighs. Desperate whimpers falling out of your mouth. Wonwoo hooked one of your legs on top of his shoulder and bit down on your thigh, sucking making you yelp. “Your body reacts so well to me.” He kissed up your thigh sucking another love bite next to your tattoo before pulling away, shifting the shower head slightly. The sensation sending a new wave of pleasure up your body making you moan.

“W-Wonwoo, mmm, please.”

“Please what?” He teased the sound of a smirk evident in his voice and you’ve never wanted to hit someone so badly before. “I-I need you please.” You cried out, the tip of his index finger teasing the entrance of your pussy. “Yeah…you need me baby?” He chuckled moving your arousal around coating his finger with it before pulling away and bringing it up to his mouth, moaning sinfully as he licked it clean

“Y-Yes need your fingers, or mouth anything p-please W-Woo.” You raised your hips trying to grind yourself against the water, searching for a release in every way you could. “I’ll give you what you want but you can’t touch me.” He tsked giving you a pointed look. You whined nodding your head grabbing onto the smoothness of the shower wall. He ran his hot tongue against the lips of your pussy, the sensation mixing with the coldness of the water sent shivers up your spine.

“You always taste so sweet.” He mumbled against you flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit. Your mouth hanging open as your fingers itched to touch him and push him against you even further. “L-Let me touch you?” You breathed out your nails digging themselves into the skin of your stomach. He nodded against you repeatedly licking strides up your lips before attaching his mouth on your clit. By now the shower head was long forgotten as it fell from his hand, hitting the shower wall with a loud clank making you jump.

You threaded your fingers in his short hair tugging at the roots making him moan against you. He wrapped his arms around your ass pulling you closer as he lost himself eating you out like a starved man. “B-Baby I’m close.” You moaned arching your back against the wall as he lightly bit down on your clit and pulled away. He licked his lips savoring you and adjusted his round glasses earning a lighthearted laugh from you. “Don’t laugh or I won’t help you cum.” He grumbled pressing his index and middle fingers against your entrance and slowly sinking them into you immediately curling them up in search for your g-spot. A satisfied smile etching across his face as you moaned out the second he found it.

Wonwoo attached his lips onto your clit again, this time wasting no time and sucking on it roughly, his fingers moving inside you at a fast pace. The coil forming at the pit of your stomach, your hands tugging on his hair, your hips bucking against his mouth and fingers. He moaned feeling your clench around his fingers, giving him the motivation to pick of his pace, the pleasure getting too much for your body to handle and before you knew you came undone screaming out his name. He helped you ride out your orgasm, desperately licking up your release making your body twitch from the oversensitivity.

“You did so well baby.” He mumbled before pulling away, licking his lips moaning in approval as the remnants of your arousal hit his taste buds. He thrusted his fingers a few more times before pulling them out making you whine, missing the way they felt inside of you. He chuckled licking them clean before standing up.

“Think you can give me one more?” He asked giving your lips multiple pecks and then your cheeks. You laughed pushing his face away resting your tired body against the wall of the shower.

“Yes.”

“Can I ask you something?” You crossed your arms in front of you holding up the towel Wonwoo had wrapped around your body. Wonwoo hummed handing you his extra t-shirt as well as the sweatpants you had left at his place weeks ago. How he knew to bring them along with him was beyond you, but you decided to save that question for another day.

“Why do the guys call me your girl.” You emphasized standing up from the bench and started getting dressed. Wonwoo closed his locker resting his back against it drinking you in slowly, making you feel a little insecure. “Jeonghan saw you leave my apartment one day and texted the group chat to share the tea.” He rolled his eyes using quotations around the last word of his sentence before pushing himself away from the locker. “Now the guys think we’re dating.”

“But you never corrected them?” You tugged his shirt over your head gathering your semi dry clothes and folded them. “Do you want me to correct them?” He placed his hand on your cheek moving your head gently to meet his eyes.

“I-I mean yeah, we aren’t dating you made it very clear that you weren’t looking for a relationship when this started.”

“I wish I could eat my words.” He whispered running his thumb over your swollen lips. “I think I’m past just wanting to fuck you; I want more.”

You felt the air leave your lungs; your cheeks heated up and you desperately searched for a new point of focus because the intensity evident in his gaze was overwhelming. “We should go, I need to finish my half of the project.” You picked up your drying clothes and your bag and rounded the corner of the bench you had been sitting at.

“You don’t want to be more?” Wonwoo caught up with you grabbing your free hand to stop you from walking and held it close to his chest. “I do, I’m just scared you’ll end up regretting it if we ever do try to be more.” You confessed trailing your eyes down his body and stopping at your interlocked hands.

“I won’t, you make me feel so good an—”

“Exactly, I make you feel good. All you’ve ever known is how it feels like to be with me naked. You don’t know what it’s like to actually be with me.” You pulled your hand away. A frustrated sigh spiraling out of his lungs as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Your worst habit is jumping to conclusions.” He mumbled lowly tugging at the roots of his hair. It didn’t feel nearly as good as it felt when you would do it to him, but that was something he would ever confess out loud. “I want to be with you in every way possible, I know what I said before and if I would take back my words I would because that was before I found myself falling for you.” Wonwoo closed the gap between the two of you holding you tightly. His confession had your mind running nonstop, the weight of his words making their way into your heart and finding a home. You hugged him tightly, burying your face into his chest. “Is that a yes?” Wonwoo asked confusion laced in his voice as he hugged you back running his hands down your back soothingly. You hummed nodding your head taking a whiff of his lavender body wash and somehow it felt like home.

“You can’t just say things like that so casually.” You groaned raising your head from his chest placing a kiss on his chin. “Give me a warning next time.”

“Would you have preferred reading the essay I wrote about it instead.”

“Wonwoo stop fucking around you didn’t do that.” You scoffed pushing away from him and started down the hallway to entrance of the locker room. “Yes, I did it’s fifteen pages long, I even used citations.” He yelled following you a few steps behind, the teasing tone in his voice made you doubt his word. But he did once write a whole essay on how Soonyoung was the worst co-captain in the history of co-captains because he had beat him in Mario Kart.

“You have two options I can read it for you tonight after you’re done with your half of the project or I can read it for you on your wedding day.” You choked on your saliva making him laugh. He patted your back gently before pushing open the door to the locker room.

“What the fuck Woo, our weddi—”

“Finally, we’ve been waiting out here for hours. I’m starving.” Hoshi exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air before starting down hallway. “I told you guys to leave.” Wonwoo sighed rolling his eyes and extended his hand for you to take.

“Half of us did once they heard you guys fucking.” Vernon shrugged shoving his hands in his pockets. Your cheeks started to heat up, you prayed to every god out there to do you a solid and open the ground up and have it swallow you whole. “And you guys didn’t?”

“Nah, you’re paying for dinner remember, plus we made a bet while we waited.” Vernon took two long strides over and placed his hand on top of Wonwoo’s shoulder. “I never expected you to have a daddy kink and now I lost fifty bucks to Jeonghan and Dino each, that’s a hundred in total.” He shook his head and walked away running to catch up with Hoshi.

“I don’t have a dad—”

“You know bathrooms have echoes right?” Dino pushed himself way from the wall and started walking away. “We heard the two of you loud and clear, so you can’t deny it, Jeonghan even took a voice note just in case you wanted to deny it.”

“Baby you’re going to have to visit me in jail cause I’m about to commit homicide.” Wonwoo placed a chaste kiss against your head and let go of your hand and charged over to Dino. He turned around laughing before running down the hallway leaving you behind with a smirking Jeonghan.

“Honestly, I just hope you guys disinfected the stall the two of you used.”

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say that you’re mine (harry styles)

Summary: You and Harry attend a Christmas party for the cast and crew of Don’t Worry Darling, and a guy gets a little too flirty for Harry’s liking.

WC: 1.9k

WARNINGS: drinking/alcohol, cursing, and jealousy i guess? not sure if that needs a warning, but it’s the main content of this piece. This has mentions of sexy time, but no actual smut.

A/N: Here we go!!! I have loved Harry for so long and have been wanting to write for him forever. I’ve written many things, but none of them turned out well enough for me to upload them. This one turned out pretty okay, so I hope you guys like it! I know this is different than my usual content, but if any harries happen across it, I hope they enjoy it. If you want, replace Harry with Rudy Pankow, and DWD with OBX Season 2 lol.

I love you all so much, and I hope you enjoy!!!

LET’S DO IT!!!

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The night started out strong. You looked good, you felt good. A few drinks had already been consumed before arriving at the event, and so you were already in the party mood. Harry, your boyfriend of over a year, looked gorgeous as always. Everything was perfect.

Until him.

Harry noticed the guy’s infatuation with you long before you did. You were out on the dance floor, looking amazing, having the time of your life. A smile was on your face as you moved your body to the music. You looked genuinely happy, and the sight made Harry even happier. He watched you intently, his eyes focused on nothing else but you.

Something began to feel off, however, and he quickly noticed that his eyes weren’t the only pair that were locked on your body.

Across the room, another man watched you with the same intensity as Harry, sipping his drink sensually. Harry didn’t like it. Not. At. All.

He had always been incredibly possessive over you, but especially when you looked like this. It was rare that you got super dressed up like this, and you looked incredible. Your makeup was done flawlessly, and your hair looked stunning. You were breathtaking.

And that dress. God, that dress.

It was a little black number that you had gotten a while ago, and you had been waiting patiently for months to have a reason to wear it. When Harry had told you about the cast Christmas party, you had mainly been excited to pull this dress from the back of your closet, where it had been collecting dust since you purchased it.

Harry had a love-hate relationship with the dress.

He loved it because you looked so fucking good in it.

He hated it because you looked so fucking good in it.

Of course he loved seeing you in it. He got to admire what was his, every curve on full display.

But, the issue was, that if he could see it, everyone else could, too.

Men had been ogling you all night, making his jaw clench and his hand form into fists, but none of them were like this guy.

The man was watching you with such intensity, Harry was surprised he hadn’t burned holes through your skin.

It took a lot of self control for Harry to keep from walking over and punching the absolute shit out of that guy.

When you eventually walked back over, Harry took the opportunity to show that man who you belonged to.

“Hey, lovie. Havin’ fun?” He asked as you approached him.

“Mhm, I-” Your words were cut off by your boyfriend grabbing your waist and pulling you in close, kissing you roughly.

You kissed back for a moment before pulling away, shock evident on your face.

“Woah.” You breathed. “What was that for? I mean I liked it, but…”

“Just showin’ you how that dancin’ you did made me feel.”

Your cheeks reddened immediately, and you dropped his gaze. Before you could look too far away forever, he was taking your chin into his hand, guiding your face to meet his.

“Don’ get all shy on me now, lovie. When you danced like tha’, wearin’ a dress like tha’, you lost the privilege.”

You giggled lightly, your cheeks growing even redder.

“Now, darlin’, I have to go talk to that guy,” He pointed across the room to a man in a fancy suit, “about shooting dates for next year. We can talk about this more when I come back, mm?”

All you could was nod. By your reaction to his words, he knew he had you wrapped around his finger. He gave you a wink that left you flustered as ever, and went on his way.

Now you stood alone, and didn’t exactly know what to do. You could go back out and dance until Harry was finished, but you felt as if your knees might collapse because of your previous encounter. Your only other option was to sit at the bar, and you were wanting another drink anyway. So, you found an empty seat and sat yourself in it, waiting for the bartender to come over to you.

Unbeknown to you, a man was headed your way, his eyes trained on the empty seat beside you.

Though you had no idea, Harry, across the room, was watching the guys’ every move. He had been keeping an eye on the man ever since he caught the guy watching you on the dance floor. As soon as he noticed the guy walking over to you, Harry’s jaw grew firm, and his fist clenched.

He willed himself to have self control, but also knew that if the guy laid a finger on you, he wouldn’t be able to keep his composure.

At the bar, the bartender had finally approached you, and you smiled politely as she greeted you.

“Hi, honey, what can I get for you?”

“An old-fashioned, please.”

“Alright, coming right up.”

You thanked the bartender as she turned around to begin making your drink. At this point, the stranger from the other side of the room had made his way over, and he slid into the seat beside you.

“Oh- hello.” You said, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the man.

“Hey, how are you? I’m Jason.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.”

The man nodded, a charming smile on his face. “Y/N.” He echoed. “That’s very pretty.”

“Thank you.” You politely replied. At this point, the bartender was walking up to you from behind the counter, your old-fashioned in her hand.

“One old-fashioned for you, honey. That’ll be 10.23.”

Jason, the man sitting beside you, reached quickly for his wallet. “Here, let me get that for you.”

“No, it’s okay.” You said immediately, knowing Harry wouldn’t like it if someone else bought you a drink. “I’m alright. Thank you though.”

“No, really, I-” Jason tried to insist, but you were already handing your card to the bartender.

Jason, who’s cheeks were now slightly pink, put his wallet back in his pocket.

“An old-fashioned, huh?” He said, very obviously as an attempt to make light conversation. “A classic. Not many people here like stuff like that, usually get the super fruity shit.”

Going along with it to be polite, you replied. “Yeah, I prefer simpler drinks. I don’t like anything too fancy.”

“I usually get a Manhattan, myself.” Jason says, motioning to the drink in his hand.

“I’ve never had one. They aren't terribly different from an old-fashioned, right?”

He shakes his head. “Yeah, they’re quite similar. If you finish that one, I’ll buy you a Manhattan so you can taste the difference for yourself.”

You shook your head. He clearly didn’t get the hint the first time. “That’s very sweet, but I’m alright. This will probably be my last drink for the night.”

“You sure? I’d really like to get one for you.”

“Yes, I’m sure. But thank you.”

Jason just nodded, not knowing what else to say.

From across the room, Harry was still having his conversation with the Assistant Director, but was barely focused on it. The only thing he could focus on was you and that guy, sitting and having a conversation at the bar. What was he saying to you? Why was he smiling like that? Why were YOU smiling? The whole thing frustrated him, and he couldn’t wait for this conversation to end so that he could go over there.

“So, what do you do on set? Are you in the cast?” You were still talking to Jason, not knowing what else to do as you waited for your boyfriend to return.

“I work in audio. Microphones, boom mics, and voiceover shit. I’m behind the scenes, so you probably haven’t seen me much. Are you in the cast?”

“Oh, no, I came with-”

“Me.” A familiar voice came over your shoulder, and you turned to find Harry behind you.

“Harry Styles, nice to meet you.” He was talking to Jason, but his hands slid around your waist. You could tell by the way that his brow was furrowed that he wasn’t too happy.

“Oh, shit. The Harry Styles? Nice to meet you, man.” It took Jason a second to realize that Harry was holding you, but once he did, it was obvious. His eyebrows raised, his eyes went wide. “Oh, Y/N, you came with him? Are the two of you dating?”

“Yes, we are.” Harry spoke for you. He turned his head in your direction so that he was speaking into your ear, but talked loud enough for Jason to hear. “I have someone I want you meet, love, so we should probably head over there.”

You nodded quickly. “Okay.” You stood up from your chair, giving Jason another polite smile. “Well, it was nice to meet you, Jason. Maybe I’ll see you around the set when I’m there visiting.”

Jason nodded and smiled. “Have a good night.”

You took your drink from the counter as Harry took your hand, dragging you away from the bar and toward the back corner of the room. It took you a second, but you eventually realized that he wasn’t leading you to meet anyone.

You were headed towards the bathrooms.

When you arrived at your destination, Harry pulled the door open as dragged you inside, closing and locking it after you were both in.

When he rounded on you, your cheeks went pink with nerves.

“You think that was funny, love? Flirtin’ with another guy at one of MY work events? You think that’s cute?”

All you could do was nod.

“Words, baby. I want an answer. Was flirtin’ with him funny to you?”

“Wasn’t flirting with him.” You squeaked out, the color in your cheeks even darker.

“You weren’t flirtin’ with him? Then why were you smilin’ like tha’?”

“I was just trying to be nice, Haz. You know, treat people with kindness?”

Harry’s eyes darkened immediately, and he grabbed your chin, yanking it upwards so that you’d meet his eyes.

“Don’ play tha’ game with me, lovie. Not tonight.”

His eyes flicked back and forth between yours, and you felt a warmth grow in your lower half.

“I saw the way he was lookin’ at you. He was watchin’ you all night. Was practically fuckin’ you with his eyes.” Harry's voice was menacing, and you were beginning to melt under his gaze. “I didn’t like tha’. Not. At. All.”

Harry took his free hand and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you abruptly into him you yelped at the sudden movement.

“You are mine, Y/N. Just mine.”

You nodded, but Harry wanted more.

“Say it. Say that you’re mine.”

“I-I’m yours, Harry. I’m all yours.”

“That’s righ’.” He said, releasing you from his grip. “Now here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m goin’ to say goodbye to Olivia and Florence and a few other people, and then we are going home so I can really show you who you belong to, alrigh’? Finish your drink, return the glass, and then come find me. Don’ you dare talk to that guy, alrigh’?”

You nodded for what felt like the millionth time that night, and Harry reached around you to unlock the door and open it.

As you walked out of the bathroom, you looked towards the bar. Jason was no longer sitting there, and you could see him anywhere near there. You headed straight over there, wanting to follow Harry’s instructions exactly.

As you walked, you couldn’t help but be excited for what would happen when you got home.

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[pastorpresent]

"What ya wearing?" It was meant to be a joke, Dean's voice dropping into a mockery of his flirty tone as he started unpacking his duffel in the latest motel.

He decided to call up Sam and see how he was doing, since they usually call weekly since Sam left for college.

"A red lace thong and nothing else." For an agonizing moment that exact image popped into Dean's head, crystal clear and unbelievably hot.

He swallowed, and forced out a small laugh.

"Very funny, Sam." He muttered, but Sam wasn't laughing.

"I'm one hundred percent serious, Dean. Got it today, you called when I'm in the middle of trying it on." Sam explained, sounding so nonchalant about it all. Meanwhile Dean felt ready to spontaneously combust.

"You... for real?" It came out a little choked as he slumped down to sit on the bed, and Sam hummed in affirmation.

"Yeah. Jess says they give guys easier access, and so far she's been right." Dean found his grip on the phone tighten, felt his body tense with possession and lust. All the emotions Sam seemed to get out of him with just a few simple words.

"You giving a lot of guys access?" He asked, and Sam snorted.

"It's college Dean," Sam said, as if that was a valid and obvious explanation. "and Is that jealousy I'm detecting in your voice?" Dean cursed himself, cursed Sam for knowing him too well.

"Nope." He hit back, but it was too fast.

Sam chuckled.

"Really? So me getting my hole fucked by some hot frat guy doesn't get you a little pissed? Your little Sammy going out to bars and parties, and never getting back to his own room until the next morning?" Sam was definitely teasing now, and Dean found his hand moving south.

It was infuriating. The situations Sam was describing were sending anger through his veins, but yet at the same time his dick was quickly growing hard because despite how jealous Dean may feel, the idea of anything fucking Sam was pretty damn hot.

"Tell me about your thong." He said, changing the subject, because he would never admit to feeling jealous directly to Sam. And if they kept going down this route? Dean was going to jump in the impala and drive the 7 hours to Stanford just to follow Sam around and make sure his hole isn't being touched by anyone but him.

"It's soft. The lace is really comfortable, and having the fabric always pressed against by ass and dick feels unbelievably good." He could hear Sam move, and figured he was probably getting himself sat down too.

"Hmm, want to see you in it so bad Sammy." Dean groaned, fingers squeezing his erection through the constricting denim of his jeans.

"Really? And what would you do with me?" Sam's tone was slightly breathless, and yeah, they were definitely doing this then. Dean undid his zipper, lying back against the pillows and pushing his jeans and boxers down to his knees.

"Touch you in it first. Run my fingers over that pretty little lace, over your dick. Watch you squirm under me as my hand gropes at you with only that thin little layer between my fingers and your body. Drag my finger over your crack to feel it there too, feel how deep it's pushing and shove a finger into that tight little hole of yours." Dean was completely lost in his fantasy, his hand working up and down his dick.

He could hear Sam breathing a little heavier, and he didn't even need to ask.

"T-then what?" Sam asked, voice stuttering slightly in the best way possible.

"Well, I'd tease you like that for a while. Tell you how sexy you are and touch you until you're begging to be fucked. Then, since you've been so naughty - sleeping around like a slut, I'd rip that teasing little thong in two with my fucking teeth." Sam moaned then, and Dean's hand moved faster at the sound and his own fantasy he was building.

It was incredibly hot hearing what he was able to do to Sam with just his words. Felt like a badge of pride.

"D-Dean." Sam groaned out, and he smirked.

"I'll buy you a new one, don't worry princess. In fact, I'll buy you everything even remotely lacey that Victoria secret sells..."

He could hear Sam's stuttering breath, and Dean would be lying if he said he wasn't getting close himself.

"Or I might not. I'll tear your teasing little thongs off you every single fucking day until I know you have go around commando. It would give me easier access, don't you agree?" Dean used Sam's words from earlier, his tone low and vaguely dangerous, but he could hear Sam gasp out his name again.

"Y-yes sir." Sam's voice was barely comprehensible, but the words and the obedience in his little brothers tone had Dean shooting his load unexpectedly, the intensity hitting him as he imagined Sam saying those words while lying under him in nothing but that tiny garment.

"D-Dean... I'm g-gonna..."

"Do it baby. Do it in the thong for me." He hears Sam cry out, and then their heavy breathing syncs up.

They lay in silence for a few moments, both just trying to get their breath back, both trying to get back a vague grip to reality through the fuzzy clouds of their orgasms.

Sam speaks first, tone still a little breathy and hoarse and if Dean had still been in his teens it would've been enough to get him hard again instantly.

"Want me to send a picture of them now?"

"God yes."