strip tease for two

Anyway @ all these posts about Yakov going bald bc his students are so Extra™️

Like??? Where??? Do you think???? They learned it from???

I’m sorry but like it’s way too much of a coincidence that Victor “I Flew Halfway Around the World to Coach a Boy Who Once Grinded On Me At a Party” Nikiforov, Yuri “I Performed an Erotic Strip Tease on Ice for a Boy I Met Two Days Go” Plisetsky, Mila “I Deadlift People Who Annoy Me” Babicheva and Georigi “I Dedicated an Entire Skating Season to the Memory of My Shitty Ex” Popovich all just HAPPENED to have the same skating coach who incidentally spends more time with them than anyone else

Like idk but? Hiring your ex wife to coach your new protege in a thinly veiled attempt to win her back? Moving in with said ex-wife and new protege at the slightest suggestion? Agreeing to coach a rival skater on a moment’s notice for the sake of True Love? 

These do not seem like things that someone not well-versed in the ways of melodrama and histrionics would do.

Also I’m 100% sure that Yakov proposed to Lilia after seeing her dance literally once ok like that definitely happened.

Anyways Yakov teaches more than figure skating, being extra is a lifestyle and he’s the true world champ, ty ty

Company

AU where Allison and Isaac are still here and Stalia does not exist.
I’ve noticed that you guys go cuckoo for Theo and Peter but I decided to write about the boys that don’t get enough love: Brett, Liam, and Isaac.

Y/N = Your Name
Warnings: Hot men, cutie pie Liam, dorky Stiles, explicit language??? Oh and sexual content af
Song Inspo
: Company by Tinashe

For as long as you lived in Beacon Hills, things have never brightened up for you. For years you went unnoticed by anyone until Senior year. In your family, your mom was a beautiful landmark. Every man wanted to be with her even if it meant death by their spouse or her beloved husband. Your dad was, to be honest, a sex god. Although, no one could understand how two beautiful people came together to give birth to you. Your hair was thick but dull, always tangled, the hair on your body grew thick so you had to shave every day, you didn’t have bad acne but you would have pimples and zits in unwanted places like around your lips or your forehead. You mom told you not to worry because she went through the same thing, she also said things would go your way around Junior year.

She was right. All throughout Junior year, your body went through “slow” change. By Senior year, you grew a cup size, your body had more defined curves, you had to shave less because your mom took you waxing and your hair grew back finer. Let’s not forget about the hair, your hair had more shine and volume and away the acne, hello radiance! During your come up, you came across a few friends like Danny, Gwen, Josh, Hayden, Mason, Corey, and Allison. Aside from Allison, the seven of you constantly hung out with each other so when you got to Senior year, you weren’t alone.

Here you were on Danny’s bed listening to him talk about your last year together. Josh sat in the corner playing a game on his phone, clearly frustrated that he was losing. You pursed your lips and sat up quickly. “I know what we should do!” Danny widened his eyes and blinked a few times before he could ask what. “It’s something that we all do pretty well,” Danny cocked his head to the side, took a look at Josh then back at you. “Let’s throw a party that we’ll all remember.” That got Josh’s attention, he put the phone down and clasped his hands behind his head, “I’m down.” “What kind of party? I feel like we’re running out of ideas.” You scoffed and reached in your bag for twizzlers, “you’re running out of ideas, let’s have a Coachella theme.”
Josh plopped on the bed next to you with a big grin. The two of you looked at Danny. He smiled and nodded in approval, “I can’t believe I never thought of that. Coachella it is, where are we going to have the venue?” “Why would you ask that?” Josh scoffed, “I know people.” You smiled at the thought of wearing that outfit your mom bought last week. This was going to be fun.

Stiles approached Danny in the locker room. “Hey, good lookin’,” Stiles leaned against his locker with a sneaky smile, “how’s it goin?” Danny sighed and turned to look at him and Scott.

Danny: What do you want?
Stiles: Why do you assume there’s something I want?
Danny: Because you’re Stiles
Stiles: Point well taken, there is something I actually want
Danny: What?
Scott: We heard you’re having a party?
Danny: Yeah
Stiles: Were you going to invite us?
Danny: To be fair, every time you guys show up, weird stuff happens
Stiles: You ever think it might be you?
Scott: Danny, we won’t be weird, I promise
Danny: *sighs* You guys can come over if you contribute
Stiles: I don’t know if my dance moves are that good but if you really want me to, I guess I can bust a few out the closet
Scott: I think he means contribute by pitching in for the drinks…
Danny: Yeah…I’ll text you the details, later *closes his locker and leaves*
Scott: Dance moves?
Stiles: If you ever bring that up I’ll shove wolfsbane down your throat

At lunch, Danny sat his tray on the table. You and Josh came soon after laughing about an inside joke. “So how’d it go?” Danny told you guys how much people he got in and then you guys discussed the amount of drinks that would have to be bought. There was also a matter of decorations, which for some odd reason, your parents were more happy to provide. They even told you that they’d go out of town for the weekend. “Y/N!” You snapped out of your trance and hummed in response. Josh told you to go ask Allison and Mason if they were still going.

Liam was still sulking after a month of the bite. He couldn’t get a handle on his transformations. For example, Liam looked up to see a sexy girl wearing black pants that pronounced her curves, a jacket to conceal what her white crop top couldn’t. Liam quickly moved his hands under the table, to hide the incoming claws.
You approached Mason and Allison at their table with a smile. “Hey guys, we got a party this Friday if you’re up for it.” Stiles stood with a sly grin, “Danny already invited us,” Scott pulled him down by his arm. You smiled at the cute boy. “Sure, I’m in,” Mason shrugged. Allison smiled and put a hand on Lydia’s shoulder. “Can’t, I’m going shopping with –” “We can shop and go to a party, it’s been a while since I’ve been to one” Lydia took a bite out of her lunch while Allison made her lips into a thin line. You scanned the table and laid eyes on Liam. “What about you?” Liam nearly choked on his tongue trying to speak. “Wait, aren’t you Hayden’s nemesis?” Liam slowly nodded but furrowed a brow once he saw you form your lips into a sexy smirk. “Perfect, you have to come, Liam.” The way you said his name was enough to give him a boner. With that, you told them the theme and walked off.

The party was coming along. A few people came a little too early. People like Scott and Stiles. They helped Danny set up beer kegs and set out drinks. Josh was serious about knowing people. The house was a perfect setup for the party. It was also spacious so the neighbors wouldn’t complain about the noise. Isaac rolled in the house with two coolers. Stiles face palmed himself when they opened the coolers. Each were full of soda and Caprisuns. “Isaac I told you to get drinks!” Isaac gave him a toothy smile and pointed at them, “yeah, I got the good stuff, sprite, mountain dew, Dr. Pepper, and a whole bunch of Caprisuns.” Stiles was about to kill the oblivious boy before you interrupted. “Great thinking, it is Coachella after all.” You reached inside the cooler and grabbed a Caprisun. “Thanks, you can put them over in the kitchen, Stiles.” You gave Isaac a wink then walked away. You could feel his eyes raking over your body, the feeling creating a tiny pool in your shorts.

More people flooded in and the party really started to kick off. The smell of sweat, liquor, smoke, and perfume gave off an intoxicating scent. At one point, someone brought in edible body paint, a table to play beer pong on and a whole bunch of floating for the pool. Brett walked in with his posse. They knew most of the kids attending the party were from Beacon Hills but that what made it fun. A girl bumped into him, he looked down to see a pretty strawberry blonde. Lydia. Behind her was Allison, Malia, Scott, Stiles, and Liam.
Brett smirked at him and ruffled his hair, “aww the little pup is with the big Kids.” Liam bared his teeth at his enemy. Brett couldn’t help but chuckle, “put those away before you accidentally maul someone. Jesus Scott, you don’t train your puppy?” Before Liam could lunge for him, Isaac got there in time to help Scott pull him back. Brett shrugged his shoulders and walked away from the group.
He walked into the kitchen to grab a beer when you walked in. The way your ass was cradled in your shorts made him bite his lip. He’d never seen you before and that made him curious. The choker around your neck turned him on more than it should have. The thought of hearing you moan while his hand tightened around your neck, excited him beyond measure.

“Like what you see?”
“What if I do?”
“Answer the question”
“You answer mine”

You smiled and moved closer. “I guess both of our questions will go unanswered.”
You grabbed the two beers and headed out the kitchen. Brett smiled at what he had just encountered. He loved mysteries and you seemed like a golden one.

A large group of people agreed to play truth or dare in the living room. Everyone decided it would be easier to play it on an app. The app would take people’s names and it would spin. The group would decide if that person completed the dare correctly. We had a choice of 3-10 rounds, we all chose 10 because we all had nothing better to do. If you choose truth, you have to take two shots of vodka. If you didn’t complete the dare or do it, you had to take two shots of tequila. Truths are worth up to three points depending on how juicy the answer is, dares are worth up to 5 points but you get zero if you chicken out. The most players with the most points win the game.

The game continued, after round four, the dares started to get a little dirty. Lydia had to take a strawberry in her mouth and kiss Aiden for five seconds. When they finished, Aiden seemed hot and flustered while Lydia smiled innocently. Danny had to strip tease the whole group, Mason Eskimo kissed Allison, and Hayden down two shots after refusing to give Liam a hickey. “Y/N, spin a bottle until you land on a guy. Then take off your pants and sit on his crotch until the next round.” You grabbed the empty beer bottle and gave it a good spin. Everyone watched it turn and cheered once it landed on Isaac. He gave you a sly grin and opened his legs a little wider on the couch. You left your comfy position on the floor, slid your shorts off, to sit right on top of Isaac’s member. He kept his hands to the side because he didn’t want to make you feel weird.

Halfway through the next round, you wrapped his arms around your waist so he could get comfortable. You leaned against his chest, unintentionally pressing yourself harder against him. Everyone was laughing at Aiden because he had to draw a smiley face on Stiles’ butt. While you laughed your body vibrated a bit, turning Isaac on. You turned you him and smiled, “you’re enjoying this.” Isaac returned your smile, “a hot girl is sitting on my lap with no pants on, of course, I’m enjoying this.” You bit your lip and subtly grounded into him by moving back in forth, creating friction. His size was unmistakably large and he wasn’t even fully hard. You wanted to moan but you didn’t want to grab too much attention to yourself, Isaac tightened his arms to try and stop you. The feeling was great but he didn’t want everyone to see how aroused he was after she would have to get off of him. Isaac wasn’t going to let you have all the fun, he started whispering dirty, obscene things in your ear and nibbled on your ear lobe. You had to conceal the moan with a heavy sigh and stopped moving so he would let up.

The circle got smaller after Danny had to confess on his dirtiest fantasies. His fantasy included Ethan and small toys. The two raced out the room while everyone groaned. Hayden downed two shots of tequila after calling quits halfway through a dare in which she had to eat raw spaghetti with Stiles. Malia surprised everyone by drinking a tall glass of mixed alcohol without stopping. She didn’t even blink. Moving on from dirty, the dares went very dirty. Allison had to put a piece of ice in her vagina and leave it there, once it melted she had to replace it until it was her turn again. You had to eat whip cream off of Brett. He hooked his hands behind his head and let you go to work. You made sure to trail up his hairy leg quickly, kiss/eat up his arm until you reached his collar bone. You made your tongue flat, making sure you get all of the cream. Brett hummed in approval when you reached his hot neck. You even left a few kisses here and there. Before touching his lips, you cleaned off his chest and used the tip of your tongue to swipe off the cream around the outline of his member. He grinned at the contact. Your hot tongue didn’t throw him off but it pleased him. The people in the room gasped and cooed in agreement. You straddled his waist and licked a line up his throat. Underneath you, Brett shuddered at the sensual act. The unusual feeling sent shockwaves to his sex making it hard for him to pretend that he wasn’t enjoying himself. Brett shocked you by grabbing your lips before you could lick off all the cream. He gave you a smirk afterward and stood up.

The last round was hectic. Almost everyone was drunk except Stiles, You, and Brett. They were going along with the craziest dares to rack up points. A girl named Kelsi gave Stiles a blowjob for two full songs. She pulled him away so they could finish up in the next room. Allison took off her bra to let Kira and Lydia suck on her nipples for one whole minute. Malia masturbated in front of the whole group, Scott had to let Hayden rub his inner thighs and not get hard, and Aiden yanked carried Lydia out of the room so they could have sex. Liam was the last dare. His dare involved you and him for 7 minutes of heaven.

You laughed as Liam fumbled around for a light switch. Drunk and frustrated that you were laughing at him, he accidentally glowed his eyes. At the sudden realization of what he did, he quickly retreated to a corner and grabbed his face in his hands. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, please don’t be scared…” You smiled at his cute behavior.

“I’m a monster, aren’t I?”
“I thought you were a werewolf”
“How’d you…”
“It’s Beacon Hills, right? You can’t be that hot and not be supernatural”
“You think I’m hot?”
“No, I think you’re adorable”
“I'm…Not…Adorable…”
Liam’s voice grew deep and husky.


He didn’t have to glow his eyes to know where you were. He walked towards you calmly and pinned you against the wall. Your breath hitched as you felt his heated presence hovering over you. Liam was tired of being treated like a kid, he was going to show you that he wasn’t. Not being able to see heightened your sense, making you more sensitive. You jumped at the touch of his warm, steady hands, gliding from your hips to the small of your back. At the same time, Liam leaned in to breathe heavily against your ear, “are you scared?” You could feel your folds being slick with your sweet juices at the sound of his rough voice. You shook your head no. Liam planted a wet kiss on your neck then growled against your soft skin, the vibrations making you feel good. “You should be.”
Liam ran a claw down your neck to ensure to felt how sharp it was. He trailed down and tugged at the front of your bralette, threatening to snap it and let your breasts fly freely. You moaned in anticipation, urging the wolf inside Liam to continue. Liam was scared of hurting you so he backed up just as the closet door opened. At the end of the game, Mason totaled the points. You and Brett tied since Stiles left the room.

Everyone left the room and the ache between your legs could not be subsided by a toy. You had to have sex and you needed it now. There was only one problem, well three. Who would you choose to accompany you for the night?

 
The Overconfident Brett?
Isaac The Smooth Panty Dropper?

Or
Angel-face Liam?

agentalex  asked:

Hey if youre up for any prompts sweaty Director Sanvers doing a pushup contest + bonus points for sweaty sex

So. I kind of twisted it a bit, but hopefully you find it enjoyable @agentalex


Neither Alex nor Maggie were really sure how they got there. Something about Kara and YouTube and lesbians doing kissing pushups, neither were really sure how the conversation turned so quickly from “No way” to “Bet you can’t do as many push ups over me.”

Alex spent her childhood pushing up from a board as waves moved beneath her. Alex trained with a paramilitary organization. Alex could do an epic amount of push ups, all things considered, and Alex was competitive. So of course she took the bet.

And that’s how Lucy found them, three minutes and thirty pushups in. Alex over top of Maggie, taking her time, one pushup after another. Occasionally dipping down for a kiss. Maggie, to her credit, would sometimes reach up and nip at Alex’s throat. Lucy, who had only gone downstairs to check the mail, watched her favorite idiots for a few moments before bothering to say anything.

“What are you two doing?”

“Sawyer bet me I couldn’t do my normal pushups if she were underneath me as a distraction.”

Lucy considers this. Then the mail. She tosses everything but the latest Cosmo onto the kitchen counter and kicks off her shoes. “I mean, you’re gorgeous, Sawyer, but Danvers is stubborn and you don’t even have your shirt off what kind of magical distraction powers do you think those dimples have?”

“I’m not allowed to use my hands, Lane, otherwise she’d be plenty distracted.”

“You gotta stop making easy bets, Sawyer. Our Alex needs a challenge.”

And a challenge she received, because when Alex let herself down to hover just over Maggie’s lips, her arms and back sagged under an unexpected weight. She braced herself and glanced over her shoulder to wait for Lucy to get comfortable. Lucy, now sitting cross-legged on Alex’s back. With her Cosmo.

“What are you doing, Lane?”

“Make it to a hundred pushups and you get to pick what we try next.”

Alex straightened back up and looked down at Maggie. She had only done forty pushups, and a hundred was a long way to go with another hundred pounds on her back. Lucy said nothing more, but Maggie’s grin said everything in return.

Her next trip down may have involved tongue.

It’s several quiet minutes of Maggie on the ground, arms up and supporting the back of her head as she stares shamelessly at her sweating girlfriend. Of Alex’s arms beginning to shake because, “I’m not a NAVY SEAL, Lane.” Of Lucy, flipping pages through her magazine until she suddenly squeals and nearly over balances them all.

Lucy’s fingers slide under the crossback of Alex’s sports bra, “So, they finally had the balls to print a lesbian kama sutra instead of leaving it online.”

“Didn’t they do that once already?” Alex grunts.

“Sixty-three, Danvers. Need a break?”

Alex’s arms are trembling. Pushups are significantly easier when her two favorite people aren’t involved, let alone actively trying to distract her. “I’m fine.”

“You really should rest between sets.”

“I’m not lying on top of you, Sawyer.”

“You didn’t mind last night.”

Alex bites Maggie’s nose playfully before rising again. “And I won’t mind it later.”

The magazine comes to rest on the back of Alex’s neck. “How does this count as lesbian sex tips, we do like… all of these before the first orgasm. This is foreplay!”

“Like what?”

“Like ‘Back That Ass Up.’ That’s like, Maggie’s go-to at pool.”

Maggie throws her head back and laughs, low and breathy. Alex is dripping with sweat, dripping onto Maggie. She shares a sweet kiss with Alex on the next trip down, Alex’s arms shaking harder on either side of Maggie’s head. Alex’s chest brushes hers, both breathing heavily, for slightly different reasons.

“Seventy,” gasps Alex.

“Just thirty more to go, SuperAgent,” Lucy mutters. She flips through a few more pages. “And why are all the threesomes two guys and a chick? That is just unrealistic.”

“Pipe dreams,” agrees Maggie.

Alex almost falls as she laughs. Lucy’s nails scratch Alex’s back as Lucy scrambles to keep her hold on Alex’s sweaty sports bra. As Alex catches her balance, Lucy’s fingers trace a the path of a bead of sweat. Goosebumps follow.

“What happens if I don’t hit a hundred?”

Lucy smiles sharp, her voice purring dangerously. “If you lose, Agent, you’re ours for the night.”

Maggie snorts. “She’s always ours, Luce.”

Alex grins shyly down at Maggie. “You complaining, Sawyer?”

“Never, Danvers.”

“Seventy-five. Seriously, Lucy.”

“What were you going to give Maggie?”

“A flash grenade.”

Lucy wacks Alex’s head with the magazine. “That’s against protocol, Danvers.”

“Yeah, well,” Alex pants, “Fifty pushups was a while ago.”

Lucy leans forward and nearly topples off Alex as she tries to meet Maggie’s eyes over their girlfriend’s shoulder. “You’re never getting that grenade, Sawyer. Why do you even try?”

“If she won, I was gonna give her a strip tease.”

“Hey, that’s my specialty!”

Maggie grins, unashamed. “Yeah, the stripping part wasn’t going to last long. The teasing, however…”

“Eighty… two… Seriously. What. Do. I. Lose?”

“Well, your pants, for one.”

“Bra,” Maggie agrees, leaning up to lick Alex’s neck as she struggles to rise again.

“Oh those cute little workout undies you wear, definitely. Are they really that moisture wicking?”

“Sure… for… workouts.”

Maggie laughs again at the look on Alex’s face. “Not so much for other things?”

“What do I lose?”

“I should say you get to fill out the giant pile of paperwork Pam sends me every time you pull something stupid.”

Alex laughs, rocking the two of them, her arms barely able to move. “Ninety.”

“If you lose, I think it’ll be the cuffs and asking permission tonight.” Lucy leans over carefully and nips at Alex’s ear. “Ninety-seven. And I don’t think I’ll be giving permission all too quickly.”

“I second that plan,” Maggie smirks, dimples deep and eyes sparkling.

At ninety-nine, Alex drops.

Alex likes to let go. Likes the freedom of falling into the hands of Maggie and Lucy, follows them willingly off the cliff, knowing they’ll be waiting to catch her.

So given the choice between calling the shots and begging for more, Alex drops.

She’s still an asshole though, and lets her full weight (and Lucy’s) drop onto Maggie before Lucy can unwind her legs to catch herself.

There’s an “Oof” and a “You’ll pay for that, Danvers,” and Alex really, really hopes that’s true before the teasing kisses she and Maggie had shared became deeper and Lucy’s teeth joined the biting tongue. There are kisses and caresses, teeth and hands, and movement, stumbling and stuttering as the two shorter women navigate Alex through the living room and up to the platform that holds her bed, shedding her shorts along the way..

Well. Almost to her bed.

Because Alex’s girlfriends are also assholes.

Somewhere between the fingers tracing her abs and the tongues chasing the salt on her neck, her sports bra is up and tangled at her elbows and her ankles catch the edge of the platform. Her ankles catch the end of the platform and Maggie’s hand flattens on her abs even as Lucy’s grab the edge of her underwear and she’s falling backwards, pushed, hands still caught above her head and underwear at her knees.

She’s falling backwards and Maggie has her hands. Maggie, who’s only lost her outer layer, grips the middle of Alex’s bra and wraps the middle tight around her fist, trapping Alex’s arms over her head. Alex’s abs stretch tight as her thighs hang over the edge of the bed, where Lucy has removed the last of Alex’s clothing and planted her own hands firmly on the thighs she’s knelt between.

There is a look that Maggie and Lucy share, eyes blown wide and impossibly darkened with want, a look that means trouble, if Alex is up for it, trouble and trust and falling and landing somewhere safe. There is a look they share, with Lucy’s painted lips stretching wide in a show of teeth, with Maggie’s smirk dimpling her chin.

There is a look they share. It’s intense, and it’s loving, and it’s…

It’s a challenge.

Because after they speak without words, their eyes turn to her, pinned beneath them.

It’s Lucy who speaks this time, who issues the verbal challenge for the night ahead, “What’s your color, Agent?”

Alex feels the stretch in her arms, in her abs, feels the heat of Lucy’s hands burning into her skin. Her lips pull into their own grin. She tugs, her arms weak from the pushups. Wriggles her hips and receives a smack to the thigh in return.

Hell yeah.

“Green.”

rohan-dere  asked:

Headcanons: the crusaders play cards against humanity

oooo I’ve been saving this one, I have a really bad headache but I hope these are alright <3 

The Crusaders play: Cards Against Humanity

  • Polnareff would buy it as a way of entertainment after complaining that Jotaro kept letting the conversation drop dead, but wouldn’t entirely understand it and would assume it was just a relatively usual card game they could play
  • The game probably wouldn’t be remembered until it was past 10pm and almost everyone (aside from Avdol and Kakyoin) had begun drinking. Some more than others (As in, Polnareff way already perhaps a beer or two from trying to perform a Strip Tease next to the fire) 
  • Kakyoin would have to set it up, read the instructions and explain the intent of the game, giving fair warning that it was ‘rather explicit and would contain some morbid humour’- instantly grabbing the attention of both Polnareff and Joseph. Avdol would begrudgingly agree to play, despite just wanting to sit in peace and shuffle his own cards. And then, Jotaro would have to have at least five minutes of straight up begging before finally caving and agreeing the ‘damn stupid game’.
  • It wouldn’t take long for people to start losing control of their inhibitions and start handing in cards more compelling to the question.
  • Joseph just seemed to hand in the most NSFW card he had on hand while giggling, as did Polnareff. 
  • Avdol handed in the most sensible card in each round, not understanding why these risque things needed to be said in response to such a normal question. (”Dinner just isn’t the same without___?” ‘Grandpa’s pubic hair’). 
  • Kakyoin seemed to give in pretty sly, but morbid or explicit ones; the boy really played his cards well and no one could really look him in the eye during the game. By the end, Joseph couldn’t even think about him the same way with some of the answers he’d given. 
  • Jotaro would hand in either any card he thought fitted the answer in a plausible sentence, or something that he’d know would piss Joseph off the most. (”What’s the worst thing that could happen?” ‘Grandpa turns up.)
  • Polnareff lost- he only managed to claim three cards for himself and cried a little in his drunken state because he was afraid people didn’t think he was funny
  •  Kakyoin won by a landslide and no one would speak to each other afterwards. It would have been a little tense to say the least.
Being Jimin’s Girlfriend:

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

  • Tease, tease, tease, did I forget to say tease because TEASE
  • You just got yourself into such deep trouble is2g
  • You’ll never know what to expect from this little sexy-cute-adorable-spreadyourlegsin0.00005seconds-handsome squish
  • One moment he’ll be this adorable sinnammon roll who just wants to cuddle with you and the next he’ll be teasing you till you’re so hot under your clothes you two might just end up banging as soon as you take one step into the house
  • Intimate moments with him would be late night talks, holding your hand or playing with your hair as he listens to you talk about literally any and everything that’s troubling your mind
  • He’s an avid listener imo and the fact that you trust him so deeply to share everything, would make him feel so damn special (*wipes tears* I swear i’m not crying)
  • However he’s the type to brood over problems alone and try to find a solution by himself, so you’ll always have to be on the lookout for what’s really hiding underneath his mask of beautiful smiles and try to give him a shoulder to share his burden with
  • Always showering him with love so he knows how important he is not only to you, but to bts and his fans, because he might always end up questioning himself and his worthiness.
  • Dates would be so hella romantic because he’d want you to feel like his princess. He’d spoil you with gifts and hugs and kisses and literally every beautiful thing he possibly can.
  • He’d want to take you out to romantic candle lit dinners or walks along the beach, his arm around your waist as he tucks you in close to him. Whispering soft nothings into your hairline as he peppers you with kisses.
  • Hopeless romantic is2g 
  • Showing you his new dance routine whenever he can because he values your opinion above all else. If you love it, he’ll work even harder to perfect it.
  • However, you’d also be making sure he doesn’t overdo it and always try make him rest and eat regularly so as to help him build and retain energy for his shows. 
  • Jimin lowkey loving it and smiling shyly every time you show up at his practice, arms laden with food and drinks.
  • Whenever he’d go out of the country because of schedules he’d always make sure to bring back a gift for you. A special piece of that country’s culture just for you. And he’ll try his damn hardest to get one every time.
  • But let’s just make this clear that no matter how much you love each other, know that you can never come in b/w vmin bromance because vmin is ultimate otp (alongside yoonseok)
  • Cheesy dialogues/texts 24/7 (that Hoseok made him send)

Jimin: On a scale of 1-10, you’re a 9 and I’m the 1 you need
You: Jimin, what the fuck.
Hoseok: [muttering in the distance] I can’t believe it didn’t work

  • Perv face
  • He would be up early every morning before you, and probably just gaze at you next to him, singing beautiful slow songs with that angelic af voice, till you finally wake up and he gets to plant soft morning kisses on your jaw and neck
  • SO FUCKING ROMANTIC I CANT DEAL
  • Competing with Jungkook for Jimin’s affection
  • Jimin contemplating whose booty he wants to smack more: Yours vs Jungkook
  • Let’s come to the sex bit, Two words: STRIP. TEASE.
  • (*shivers*clears throat* …okay moving on) He’s definitely a switch so dom, sub he can do both. 
  • He’ll caress you soft and strong while whispering dirty in your ear, calling you his princess and kitten, helping you ride him hard and slow on top of him while he bites his gorgeous plump lips in pleasure. In contrast he’ll also be ready to wear that leather collar and those handcuffs and beg for you, his mistress, to let him cum while you spank him hard, breathy moans bouncing off the walls every time the paddle slaps on skin. (okay I’ll stop now bye)

A/N: I mean, a Jimin post without some smutty smut is just not possible

  • After sex cuddles would be so cute because you both would be all tangled up in each other, breathing heavily as he lazily strokes your back and whispers how amazing you make him feel.
  • He’d be such a caring little squish because seeing you hurt would be the last thing he wants in his life. 
  • Calling you to make sure you’re okay whenever your late. Hugging you tight as soon as you step into the house.
  • Saying he can’t do aegyo but does it anyway cause he loves seeing you laugh and smile
  • Hearing HIS angelic laugh whenever you act adorable and smiling in return cause it’s just that contagious
  • Always making sure you’re happy and satisfied in the relationship because if there’s even a tiny tear on that pretty little face of yours, even if it’s not his fault, he’ll blame himself endlessly.
  • Ultimately, this absolute angel would love you to death and literally do anything to keep you happy and smiling.
Xiumin Boyfriend HeadCanons
  1. First date will be in this amazing coffee shop he found the other day
  2. Surprisingly you met him while he was working as a barista in the coffee shop next to your house
  3. He does it quite often when he has some free time
  4. Very sweet and caring, even if he is dying of cold he will give you his jacket
  5. Can go from sweet and cute to sexy and dirty in three seconds
  6. VERY passionate and intense, specially in bed ;)
  7. Definitely nags you about “your dirty room”, being the neat freak he is
  8. He might look all sweet and innocent but no one has ever kissed you the way he does
  9. Melts every time he sees you passing by because his girl “is everything a man could ask for”
  10. Luhan popping up in your dates, strangely becoming very close with you
  11. Private strip tease whenever you two start watching a movie. 
  12. “It’s boring, better see my abs”
  13. Knows perfectly your weaknesses, he just knows you completely. 
  14. Sometimes he would protect you just like he protects his little sis
  15. Use you to lift weights, gotta keep that good body
  16. “Babe, just lay on my back, I wanna do push ups”
  17. A  lot of cute pictures together, even bought a Polaroid just for that
  18. Sometimes you don’t know if he is looking at you hungrily or there’s a cake behind you
  19. Probably the best boyfriend and friend you’ll ever have
  20. Remind you constantly that he will never let you go, “You are my one and only”

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Eager - Harry Styles

Anonymous requested: “ Hi there! I think you’re imagines are absolutely lovely! I LOVE reading them!! Can you do a Harry imagine where Y/N & H are just sitting on the bed (watching TV or whatever) and she’s so turned on by him and he doesn’t even know. When she does tell him, H teases her and she gets all cute & red. Smut too please!“ & Another Anonymous requested: “ Hi can you do one were Harry comes home from tour and they have sex and y/n squirts for the first time with him… Sorry if this is weird 😂😂😂”

A.N. Two anons with one post (see what I did there?). 

I’m sincerely sorry, but only a little bit.

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Everyone has that one thing that makes their lower inside feel like they’re swelling. I laid on top of the comforter and he laid beneath it. We had a chest of drawers in our bedroom, in our complex bedroom. You have our bed on the side with the door. Then across from our bed is an octagon shaped window seat. Now on the right of our bedroom is our bathroom and in the corner furthest away from us is that chest of drawers… (I’m terribly sorry I go into extreme detail about a matter of no importance.) Harry had turned the tv on that sat upon the chest of drawers, switching the channel to the dvd player I set up myself. He originally laid down after putting Valentine’s Day into that dvd player.

I had taken a shower and gotten dressed in underwear and a tank top. Harry was in his usual Friday night attire - pajama pants and no shirt. I had been distancing myself lately with work, deadlines and demands I could get fired over if I even thought of objection. The comforter was thick and cold but our bedroom was hot - it felt that way to me. I kept dragging my feet up towards my body and away, back and forth. I could hear barely any sound from doing it, trying to distract myself from that one feeling deep inside of me.

Valentine’s Day came on and actually begun, Harry leaning over and plugging his phone in. He had been just as busy as myself with work. It made me feel only a bit better knowing neither of us felt left out - we were busy at the same times. Yet I still had another full work today and Harry didn’t. I didn’t know if I should’ve waited for the full weekend but I couldn’t. I was one to advance on Harry anytime I’d like. Though on this particular night I felt shy and like I just, couldn’t.

“I’m seriously cravin’ some popcorn. I’ll be right back.” Harry crawled out from under the covers, not bothering to pull his pajama pants up so they hung right on the v-line. He began to walk out, kissing my lips slowly and then walking off to the kitchen.

I let out a loud breath, rolling onto my stomach and placing my hands under my face and moaning. “The popcorn’s all gone!” Harry sort of chuckled, walking back into the bedroom. I moaned into the pillow without control and looked up to see Harry just getting back under the covers. I closed my eyes deciding if I slept I could just get to the weekend quicker. I could only think of the way Harry’s body moves when we’re having sex. He bucks his hips before he moves his upper chest. I imagined being able to feel him deep inside me and having that feeling come together and evolve into something else.

I moaned and he mistakened it for anything but what it was. How can a man be so clueless. How can Harry be so clueless? “Do you have a stomach ache?” I heard and felt the worry in his voice. Yet I only rolled my eyes and turned back over to him.

“No, not exactly.” I smashed my face into my pillow.

“Then what’s the matter then kitten?” Harry rubbed my back softly from my ass to my shoulders. When I didn’t respond he pressed his lips to my neck, sucking sweetly. This must have been a case of, “oh honey, you look terribly tired let it just be a casual night tonight.”

“I’m tired,” I sighed, “I guess.”

Harry eyed me as I sat up, seeing as though he couldn’t read me which looked like a huge let down. He laid back on his pillow and looked over at me - after turning the tv off. I hadn’t noticed it was still on in the first place. I sat up and leaned on to Harry’s side. I wanted to just demand he fuck me right here and now, that fire pit inside of me getting clogged and the smoke coming out of my mouth in words neither of us understood.

“You just let out three different statements at once, none of them connected.” Harry chuckled, pulling me down to his chest softly. “C’mon if it’s not a tummy ache then what’s going on in your head?”

I sighed, resting my cheek on his chest, knowing exactly where the tattoos were on his chest. My cheeks heated up fast and the look of sympathy upon his face changed to confusion. “I want to - uh” I felt my chest beginning to burn up from embarrassment. Why should I be embarrassed with someone I’ve been with for three and a half years. I placed my hand on his chest, his hairless chest that seemed to turn me on differently. I blinked slowly, looking up to Harry’s enticing eyes. “I’m so, horny right now. I’ve been eyeing you all day since I’ve gotten off work and nothing.” I spilled, talking slowly, noticing my own little accounts of stuttering.

Harry blinked at me a few times and he opened his lips but closed them seconds later. He smiled sweetly, dragging my hair behind my ears. Leaning to press his lips to mine but then sat up as I was, flinging the covers off of himself. He stood, going over the octagon part of the bedroom, where there were window seat cushions you could sleep on. Closing the pairs of curtains one by one. He went rather slowly so I just sighed loudly out of annoyance.

He turned around, pulling the strings of his pajama pants that reminded me of the winter. I was getting a strip tease. I could complain since there are only two articles of clothing on him but I should save myself the trouble. The strings came undone and Harry shimmied the pants down and revealed his eye-catching erection. I felt the redness, the heat crawling down my stomach and back but it probably couldn’t be seen. Harry walked closer to the bed about five feet. I scrawled on my knees to the end of the bed, towards him.

I slipped my tank top over my head and felt his eyes peeling the underwear off my body. I stayed in one spot, sitting back on my ankles and staring at him in awe. “You’re such a handsome man, damnit.” He acted as if he was going to kiss me but bent down a little to slip his boxers off. I felt that rush of excitement again, letting out a little sigh and small purr. We eyed each other for some time, taking in the fact we could be having sex by now. It didn’t matter, I was held in by his looks and his overall stance.

“Beautiful, you’re being such a bambi - a scaredy cat.” He wrapped his hand behind my ear. Pulling me close so whispering seemed like yelling. “You usually are all over this, you’re in control. Getting bored?” He teased me, “am I starting to bore you?” His middle finger rubbed around my cilt that was still clothed.

I didn’t bother answering, the question sort of just - going right over my head. I bit his lip, dragging it down. Letting it bounce back (per say) as I left kisses down his chest down to his v-line.  Harry lightly pushed me down on my back and moved my hands above my head and clasping my hands together. “I’d like to just pull these to the side and fuck the life out of you. But honey -” Harry pressed his lips to mine and sucked. “What’s the fun in that?” He lifted my legs up and lifted my underwear off my hips and threw them at the bathroom door.

“What’s the fun in anything if you know what’s going to happen next?” I giggled, grabbing the bars on the headboard.

Harry slid his tongue over each of the buds of my nipples. I scratched his back, clutching his hips right where the leaves were linked. I leaned my chin towards the ceiling, not knowing what to do over the feeling of Harry flicking his tongue over my nipples. I didn’t want this time to be like the other times, maybe it’s time for him to take charge. I opened my legs but he wasn’t going there yet. He sucked almost every inch of my body. I ran my hands through his hair, tugged on the curls and pulled the curls out to where his hair became wavy.

He licked a stripe from my belly button to my pussy, leaving little bites here and there. He shoved his tongue into me, hoisting my legs around his shoulders. Grabbing at my thighs and ass, where they connected. Leaving some insane marks on my lower half. Sucking the precum that forms after a few minutes after your cilt has been rubbed. I moaned words that could only turn Harry on, words that secretly turned me on just from seeing Harry listen to me. I could feel his cock, even harder as he rocked his hips against mine. He wasn’t inside be but teasing me nicely.

Imagine, getting leg day out of sex. Harry lifted my legs so they would partially hang over my shoulders. He slowly pushed his tip in, teasing the shit out of me. His bony his bones thrashing into my rear bone. I screamed his name in vain and pleasure. “For …” I trailed off, getting caught up in Harry’s sexual expression. They fucking blew me off my game - letting him do all the work. Which is a little rude but you know I was wrapped up.

“Love,” a loud grunt escaped Harry’s lips as he forced his lips to mine letting me suck on his as we made out. Grunts slipped out of his lips repeatedly. I moaned, tugging on his hair. Feeling his cock hitting the extent. I shoved the back of my head into the pillow and into the headboard. Leaving one of my hands around the freezing headboard bar. Clutching tightly and my other clutching his hair. “Fuck your hot and damn I can’t last any longer.” He was barely able to speak the words.

I left a huge purple scar on his lower lip, feeling his face against the middle of my breasts. He kept cursing, yelling and I could feel the bed just barely hitting the wall but nothing too major. I cried in exhaustion and pleasure. It was near impossible for me to orgasm from penetration. When Harry touched my cilt, he rubbed harder than he ever had. I believed something had come over him holding all control. His grunts proved that he didn’t really have much control over the pleasure overwhelming him.

It happened so quickly but the feeling lasted all night. A huge rush of pleasure and words unexplained shot through my body. “HARRY.” I screamed, it sounded a bit as if I were crying. He was terribly sweaty, his hair combed back with sex sweat. Some liquid I couldn’t explain slipped out of me and Harry was more surprised than me. He had fully penetrated me and gotten something out of it. “God fuck me.” Harry cursed as he looked down where our bodies met. He looked up at the ceiling and thrusted one more slow time. “You fucking squirted babe.” He chuckled, sex in his tone. He sounded like the best thing that came to my mind.

“I don’t even fully understand what that is and what just happened but you Harry Styles.” I kissed him hard, continuing it for a few more minutes. “Are a good damn man, thank you sweetheart.” I sucked on his neck and left a mark less noticeable than the huge one on his lip.

“You’re going to have to strip more. It excites every piece of my being.” I edged my nose into his.

“That’s what I was going for…” He pulled out of me, staring at me deeply and lying between my legs. Kissing my legs and my shaking abdomen. “But can’t have you getting used to such a feeling that you still are,” he hesitated slightly, “recovering from.” Harry smirked with power and eagerness. He could do it time after time but he understood, I understood. “Wouldn’t want this to get boring, now would we?”  

Pisces in the Bedroom:

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Pisces and Aries in the bedroom: smooth and sexy.

Pisces and Taurus in the bedroom: attachment, deepness, with a small rush.

Pisces and Gemini in the bedroom: interesting and sudden.

Pisces and Cancer in the bedroom: sensational, romantic, and emotional.

Pisces and Leo in the bedroom: a bit dream-like and filled with temptation.

Pisces and Virgo in the bedroom: are harmonious physically.

Pisces and Libra in the bedroom: mood lighting, possibly soothing sounds, and both get down and dirty.

Pisces and Scorpio in the bedroom: they dive into fantasies together.

Pisces and Sagittarius in the bedroom: sparks fly, they can be creative with each other, and their minds are open.

Pisces and Capricorn in the bedroom: they take turns with a lot of things and an emotional connection is easily formed through intimacy.

Pisces and Aquarius in the bedroom: can get silly with each other, strip tease and doing stuff while on substances might be a thing.

Two Pisces in the bedroom: will try anything once with each other.

Danger, Laura Hollis, Danger

OK, in order to help everyone with their feels after episode 33, I’ve decided to post one of my WIP fics that never quite got finished, but contains enough story for now that at least you’ll get something out of it. Keep in mind this was written AGES ago. Like, way back in September, I think. So that can explain any anomalies that might pop up.

Laura x Danny and Laura x Carmilla, with pre Danny x Carmilla (it’s basically OT3 before Danny and Carmilla realize they like each other ok)

Based on a headcanon I posted way, way, waaaaaaay back about Laura getting into dangerous situations all the time and Danny and Carmilla bond over how exasperated they get with their tiny daredevil girlfriend.

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Laura and Danny were having a stand off when Carmilla walked in.

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