A/N: Highly recommend reading both Yoongi’s and Tae’s versions of this au! It’ll make a little more sense :) Thanks for requesting to my beautiful bby mutual, @dat-town <3 Sorry if it’s not what you expected :( but pls feel free to request more to all my readers!
You’re feet are killing you, as you scurry around the chapel, careful to take your gig seriously as you snap pictures of every aesthetic scene you can possible capture in the hustle of the wedding.
Picture of the altar, check.
Picture of the bride and her bridesmaids, check.
Picture of the groom and his parents, check.
Snapshot of his members, check.
Side-view of the flowers lining the entrance, check.
J-Hope smut? I’ve been searching and searching and I cannot , for the
life of me, find one where he is like the school dick. No matter how
much I try to deny it I can’t help but think of him as dominant but I’m
the kind that would like talk-back and be really cheeky.
Please note that this scenario contains smut - dom/sub, begging, dirty talking, light bdsm.
I got kind of carried away with this so here is 3.6k words of absolute sin whOOps
You were an average student. You received semi-good grades
and your attendance was adequate. You weren’t usually the type of person to
intentionally get yourself into trouble for shits and giggles, but there was
one person in particular who did – and they knew the exact buttons to press to
frustrate you while simultaneously making you want them even more.
Jung Hoseok was in the same year as you, in almost all of
the same classes. You met him when you were 12, and now being 18 and in your last
year of high school – you could confidently say that you knew Hoseok pretty
Back then, Hoseok was a shy and timid child that could
barely string together a proper sentence. But now, he had since gained more
than enough confidence – acting a little too big for his boots while still
being extremely wet behind the ears. To put it simply, Hoseok was the school
dick. It’s not that he bullied other students – he was just incredibly rude to
them unnecessarily. He roamed the school with his group of friends, casually
making students and teachers lives just that little bit more difficult. Whether
it was ‘accidently’ tripping someone in the hallway who may have gave him a
funny look or causing one of the teachers grief by verbally abusing any
authority they tried to have over him – Hoseok knew how to manipulate and
control everyone around him.
Yesterday’s events were still pretty clear and concrete in Tom’s mind. If he concentrated better, he could feel drop of sweat running down his temples and forehead, your nails leaving marks on his arms and the moans coming from your mouths. No, he said to himself. He stood up and went to the bathroom to take a long and cold shower. It was hard explaining your relationship: from the outside, people would think you couldn’t stand each other but the truth was that you couldn’t stay away from each other. It all started three months ago, when you found out that Harrison cheated on you while they were promoting Spider-Man homecoming in Brazil. You so were devastated that you knocked at Tom’s door in the middle of the night to ask him if Harrison really cheated on you. It was raining outside, you were soaking and trembling both for the cold and the rage you were feeling. It all escalated quickly: you were seating next to each other, Tom consoled you telling that Haz was a dick and you deserved more and the second later you were moaning Tom’s name between the sheets of his bed. Little did you know that Tom meant everything. The nice words he whispered in your ears, his sweet touch and the after sex cuddles that made you fall asleep. Tom fell for you the day Harrison introduced you to him. He understood immediately that his friend wasn’t enough for you and the continuous betrayals were a clear example. It became a sort of routine: Harrison cheated on you, you arrived at Tom’s house crying and then you two had sex. Or made love, depends on the point of you. When Tom finished showering he heard someone ringing his bell. He laced a towel around his waist and hurried to open the door. “He did it again” you just said. Not even a “hello” or “how do you do”. Tom welcome you with a fast gesture of his head and you entered the house. You were wearing a pair of skinny jeans, one of Harrison’s t-shirts and an oversized hoodie. Tom still thought you were the most stunning thing in the world. “I don’t understand why you keep doing this to yourself” Tom said. You took off your hoodie and throw it on the sofa “Because I love him.” Tom chuckled “And you cheat him with me, his best friend. Interesting way to show your affection, darling” “You need a partner to have sex and you’ve always been consenting. Nice way to show your loyalty to your best friend.” you answered him back. Tom was now furious. “We are talking too much, here.” You knew exactly what was going on and a malicious expression grew on your face. A second later, Tom’s lips where on your neck, leaving a serie of open mouth kisses as you started to undress yourself. “Take your t-shirt on, love.” he whispered in your ear. He wanted you more than ever. He wanted to take you there, on his sofa while you were wearing your boyfriend t-shirt so that the day after you could still smell his perfume. With a fast gesture you untied the knot of his towel, leaving Tom completely exposed. “Let’s get on the sofa” you suggested. You seated on Tom’s lap wearing just your panties and Harrison’s t-shirt. Usually you dedicated a few time for foreplay but that night wasn’t the case. You needed him, you needed him more then ever. You start grinding on him, your hands through his hair, occasionally pulling his curls to make him moan as his helped you trusting him. “Fuck” Tom groaned as you scratched his chest. He loved how rough and passionate you could be, he liked to think that he was the only one able to unmask his side of you. “Tom… I really need you.” You didn’t even finish the sentence that Tom switched position, now on top of you. He took his time to look at you, your messy hair and swollen lips from kisses and bites. You were an angel. Tom started to caress your body from your ankles to your collarbone in a slow and attentive way, making sure not to miss an inch of your body. He watched you squirming under him, it was a slow torture for you but you couldn’t deny that you loved the extra attention that Tom always paid for you. “Tom…” you were begging him. And God, his names coming as a moan from your sweet lips was like a melody. Your bodies matches together like puzzle pieces, your bones framed perfectly like you were meant to be together. His thrusts were deep and slow, able to hit every right spots. As regard you, unable to speak or think properly, you were thinking that that union was perfect. Tom knew your body better that anyone else, he knew where to touch you, how to kiss you and he always had something to whisper in your ears, from dirty and kinky stuff to sweet words that made your heart clench a little. You reached the top together, as Tom liked to do. You crumbled under him like a slippery mountain. “It was… God. It was so good.” you said trying to catch your breath. Tom, on the other hand, didn’t say a world; he grabbed his towel and covered himself. “I think you should go, now” You look at him surprised “What?” “I said, ‘I think that you should go, NOW’” he repeated “Come back to your boyfriend. Let him telling you other lies so when he cheats again you can come back here. To the stupid me, the stupid one who always tries to make love to you, the stupid who tries to treat you better while your boyfriend uses you like a fucking toy.” He breathed heavily to catch his breath again. You just started collecting your clothes. “You know Tom, you can judge me all you want but we are similar. I don’t break with him because I love Harrison and I want to stay with him even if he shares his love with other girls. And you love me even if I’m with your best friend. We are both destined to love people who doesn’t love us as they should do” you gave him a sad smile “See you around, Tom” and, with that, you left his flat.
warnings: suggestive content. i kept this pretty sfw though.
additional notes: ok i wrote another dean fic cuz i love him so much. female reader in this one, although tbh it’s pretty ambiguous. let me know if you want to read more dean/reader or sam/reader, cuz i would love to hear your guys’ ideas :)
Dean didn’t think much of it at first. In fact, when he woke up Saturday morning and found you cooking breakfast in one of his button-down shirts, he found himself smiling. The day before, he had seen you wearing a pair of his drawstring pants while you researched in the library, and earlier that week he’d seen you napping on the couch in one of Sam’s sweatshirts. He figured you were just a clothing thief, or that his and Sam’s clothes were just particularly comfortable for you.
Then he noticed that it was usually just his clothes you were stealing. You would wear Dean’s T-shirts, Dean’s flannel, Dean’s jacket. One day, when it was your turn to fold laundry, he’d stopped by the laundry room to bring you a sandwich, and he’d caught you holding one of his shirts to your face, sniffing it deeply. You hadn’t even acted flustered about it, just boasted about how the fabric softener you were using was magical.
Even though you were nonchalant, Dean was still suspicious. And a little smug. You’d been living at the bunker for a few years now, had known the Winchesters for even longer and stuck around since teaming up with them to stop the apocalypse seven years prior. Dean had appreciated you from the start; you were feisty, an excellent shot, and fun to be around, always full of snark and well-timed derision. Your sass put Sam’s to shame, and Dean found himself worrying about keeping up with you, rather the other way around. Most of all he liked how you genuinely cared for them both, providing the much-needed companionship and loyalty they’d been deprived of for far too long.
So with your fiery personality and looks to match, it didn’t take long for Dean to fall for you, and he mentally kicked himself in the head every day for it. It didn’t help that, judging by the way you always found a reason to touch or cuddle up close to him, his feelings might be reciprocated. There was no room for relationships in the hunting business—not from what he’d previously seen, anyway—but even Sam saw how much Dean cared for you and you for him. The younger Winchester had taken up the role of love guru and was currently encouraging him to take the next step, make it official. Dean liked the idea of having that with you, but he’d held off, too scared of getting too close and losing you, just like everyone else. Now, he was worried that you might have lost interest over time, or that Sam was going to come to his senses, realize your appeal, and make a move before Dean could. Maybe that was why Dean felt mildly stung whenever it was Sam’s shirt you decided to wear, and why Dean felt a swell of pride whenever you did choose to steal Dean’s clothes instead. It was like each time you wore his clothes on your back, you were unofficially proclaiming that he was yours, and you were his.
So Dean made the decision to ask you about it, to at least figure out why you had started pilfering only his clothes. He went down to the kitchen Monday night and found you crouching on the floor, rummaging through the lower shelves of the fridge. You were wearing his navy Henley over flannel pajama pants, and there was that smug swell of pride again. He grinned, crossing his arms and (selfishly) watching you for a few moments, definitely not checking out the way your ass looked in those pants or the strip of bare skin just above your waistband where his Henley had ridden up.
“Any luck down there?” he asked.
You cast a glance over your shoulder at him and smiled before returning to your task. “Just looking for the peanut butter, s’all. I feel like we should start organizing this better. I keep losing my spreads.”
“Maybe we can get you your own little spread section.” Dean watched you tug the shirt down your back, effectively covering you. Damn.
“Would be nice, but I don’t think I deserve a whole section to myself,” you replied. “A-ha!” you crowed with delight, reaching far into the fridge and procuring the peanut butter jar. “God bless.” You straightened to your full height and shut the door, cradling the jar to your chest. “Want some?” you called over your shoulder, moving to the counter where you had laid out some toasted bread and sliced bananas.
Dean couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose as he stepped over to you and leaned against the fridge to watch you prepare your meal. “When have I ever eaten fruit?” You opened your mouth to protest and he cut you off, “When it’s not filling a warm crust.”
You clamped your mouth shut. “You got me there. I think you’d like this, though.”
“I’ll have a bite of yours, then,” Dean relented. You smiled, and he stood up straight, moving closer to you. “You know, sweetheart, I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit of a thief lately.”
“Oh, yeah? And what have I stolen now?”
Dean was so close his hip was almost brushing yours. He braced one hand on the counter as he watched you. “My clothes. Sam’s, too, but mostly mine. You wanna tell me why that is?” He was playing it cool, but truth be told, when you paused in your meal preparation and turned to face him, he was starting to lose his confidence.
Your smile had vanished. You were worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, and Dean didn’t miss the way your eyes traversed his frame, lingering at his neckline, his jaw, and finally his face. “Does it bother you?” you asked with legitimate concern in your eyes. He watched that concern morph into something warm and oozy, like molten flame. He was starting to burn up just looking at you. “I’ll stop if it does, but your clothes are real comfy, Dean. And they smell good, too.”
Dean swallowed hard. You were challenging him, daring him to make the first move. Fuck it. He reached out to your side and grasped the Henley where it fell against your waist, pinching the material and rubbing it between his fingers. The corner of your mouth twitched with the beginnings of a smirk. “Oh, I’m not mad. Not mad at all,” he replied. He stepped closer to you, so close he could detect the crisp apple scent of your conditioner, could see his own face reflecting in your eyes. He slid his hand down to your hip and your own hand traveled up his arm to grasp his bicep. “I mean, if you look so good in my clothes”—he licked his lips, shamelessly appraising you from head to toe—“I could just imagine how you’d look out of them.”
Dean felt you tremble under his touch, and you pressed closer against him, his hand moving to lie flat along the small of your back. You craned your neck forward, and your lips skimmed his ear as you spoke, “Why don’t we go up to my room and find out?”
I’m working on solidifying my character designs for the Juno Steel characters and while attempting to figure out what everyone wears I sort of accidentally created a boatload of headcanons about people’s wardrobes so uh here you go
dark muted colors
a trenchcoat he got at a thrift store that he
wears every single day no matter the weather solely for the purpose of looking
a bunch of skater dresses bc easy depression
clothes that he can wear to work
a bunch of skirts because he can wear the same
leggings multiple times with different skirts and no one will notice and
therefore he has to do less laundry
one really big sweatshirt that he keeps in his
office for when the heat inevitably goes out
sports bras and boxers
infinity and also non-infinity scarves because
they look classy and also he can use them to tie suspects up (although the
downside is that other people sometimes use them to tie him up and that’s
one nice suit
that old wedding dress stuffed in a box in the deepest corner of his closet
mary janes aka practical dress shoes
every shoe he owns has chunky heels that are
just high enough to make him taller while still being practical for detective
lots of pinks and oranges, sometimes greens and purples
you know that “I <3 NY” shirt? Nureyev has
one of those from, like, every planet/city/etc he’s ever visited. He claims
it’s because tourist is such a great disguise but actually he’s just a nerd
any item of clothing with more pockets than
normal (I was gonna say more than necessary but this is Nureyev we’re talking
basically if it’s tacky and brightly colored he
owns it and makes it look good
you know those people who can run around in 8
inch stiletto heels and you’re like how????? and they insist said heels are
“actually really comfy”???? that’s Nureyev
primary colors mainly
always super fashionable but like 3+ years out
she has literally no idea because her entire
concept of fashion is based on reruns of old streams
rivals Nureyev in the art of wearing clashing
colors and making them look good
always chooses fashion over practicality, to
Juno’s increasing annoyance (“I don’t see you complaining about his shoes and
they’re at least two and a half inches taller than mine.” “Agent Glass can
actually walk in them, Rita”)
actually wears skirts/dresses less often than
Juno, but not by much
there was one day Juno and Rita came into the
office with the same skirt on. He was horrified, she thought it was the best
thing ever. For about a month she tried to talk him into matching outfits. Juno
never wore that skirt anywhere he might have contact with her again.
black and very dark grey
the jury’s out on whether or not she actually
owns any clothing besides the Dark Matters uniform
possibly the only one person to ever come from
Hyperion City with any concept of tasteful jewelry
has a couple cute little black dresses
has a couple cute suits
if you ever manage to catch her relaxing in her
own home she wears baggy t-shirts and boxer shorts
every color out there
loud floral prints
you can tell if he’s got money at the moment
because if he does he tries to dress nicer (a suit jacket, a fancy pair of
heels, a tie)
it doesn’t work because the colors are always
atrocious but points for effort
if he’s especially broke he sells his latest impulse buy and just wears
his usual t-shirts with obnoxious slogans/advertisements that he’s had for 20 years
companies have paid him not to wear shirts advertising them because Mick’s terrible fashion
sense actively harms their business*
listen, I don’t know how or why, but he owns a
After I drew Genderbent Stanley I decided I really wanted to draw him as a girl in other au’s, and I immediately ended up trying it with the “Teen Dad Stanley Mcgucket” au that @thelastspeecher and I sort of did that crossed their Stanley Mcgucket fic with my Mystery dads fic.
So here we have Stanna Mcgucket getting picked up by the Mcgucket parents, when they find her her eight months pregnant trying to fix her broken down car. They invite her to stay with them until the baby is born, and end up convincing her to just stay there as a farmhand too. I like to think after Molly is born they sign Stanna up either to get her GED, or to attend the high school and get her degree along with Angie. I think when Ford comes to visit in thanksgiving he catches Stanna either feeding Molly or doing homework with Molly nearby, and gets very surprised at his new uncle status. And just like in the Teen Dad verse, Molly’s presence is pretty much all that keeps Stan from decking Ford.
(Cause I think, since you don’t have to try and squeeze in time for Stan to get a girlfriend, them have a kid, and him be left with said kid, I think it wouldn’t be absolutely necessary to change anyone’s ages. Stanna finds out that she’s pregnant a couple months after she gets kicked out, and was already before than cause her boyfriend used faulty condoms.)
Anyway, originally I had just planned to change that Stan was a girl, and not have them meet before Molly is born, but the idea popped in my head and it was too good to pass up.
I know I’ve done something kind of like this before but it was garbage so I’m redoing it:) Also I take requests! (I just had to write this about long haired Harry because I really miss his long curly locks:/)
Sunday had to be the best day of the week. Monday through Friday, you work, Saturdays are filled with cleaning and running errands. But Sundays are made for staying in bed all day and no one can judge you.
This particular Sunday was like most.
I woke up with the bright sun streaming through the blinds hitting my face.
Harry always wakes up early and opens the blinds, then he crawls back into bed and falls back asleep. I remember when we first started sleeping in the same bed together, he used to pretend he had no clue how the blinds got open every morning. When he realized I started thinking we either had a ghost or a stalker, he gave in and finally told me it was him.
I lift my arms above my head to stretch and let out a long yawn. Turning onto my right side, I pull the white blanket up higher and look at Harry peacefully sleeping. He’s sleeping on his stomach with both arms under his pillow. A few of his long curls had fallen onto his face. Adorable.
Trying not to wake him, I bring my left hand up to Harry’s face and gently tuck the hairs behind his ear. Out of habit I start to outline his face with my fingers. My thumb traces over his thin yet bushy eyebrow. I make my way down to his jaw line. So defined. Finally my hand goes back up to his hair and I start lightly scratching his scalp.
After a while of me massaging his scalp and running my fingers through his hair, Harry lightly smiles.
“Mmm don’t stop love.” he says still with his eyes closed.
I let out a small giggle.
“Well good morning to you bub.” I say sarcastically.
“Good morning my love, how did you sleep?” He asks opening his eyes slowly and pulling me to his chest so we were face to face.
I dip my face into his neck and take a deep breath. Harry has to have the best scent in the world. Fruity and yet manly from cologne.
“Pretty good actually, how’d you sleep?” I ask with my face still in his neck. I reach my arm around to his bare back and lightly scratch up and down. Harry loves to be massaged and scratched everywhere.
“I woke up a few times, but other than that, it was good.”
Usually I just wear a t-shirt and underwear to bed and morning Harry always takes advantage of that.
I feel his big hand creep up under my shirt onto my back. I lightly jump due to the cold metal of Harry’s rings that he forgot to take off last night but quickly recover.
Harry flips over onto his back and pulls me onto his chest. I let out a little gasp and playfully slap his chest.
He just smiles and places his hands back under my shirt and lightly massages the bottom of my back and upper butt.
Usually I’d get on to Harry for being cheeky but it’s Sunday, and to be honest it feels nice.
I lay my head on his chest and start running my fingers over his muscles on his arm. A lot of people don’t think he has muscles, but trust me, he does.
For a while neither of us talk. Harry continues to massage my back, I continue to trace the outline of his muscles and his tattoos. Occasionally I’ll “accidentally” run a finger over his nipple causing him so suck in a breath. So sensitive.
“Kitten your gonna start something if you don’t quit.” Harry says looking down at me with a light smirk.
I know exactly what he means but I play dumb and go back to tracing.
Soon I get bored with that. Before Harry can react I straddle his leg and start to kiss the leaves right above his shorts. I move to his cute little belly button and then all over stomach. He’s practically purring.
“So good to me kitten.” He says in quiet voice causing me the grin.
I move up and straddle is waist and sit straight up. He looks up and me with a curious face. I lightly smile and grab his hand. Taking my time I place kisses to each finger and all over his palm. I move to his wrist then all the way up his arm.
Once I get up to his shoulder I start to not only leave kisses but I lightly suck and nibble on the skin.
Harry let out a satisfied sigh. My sensitive boy.
I start the whole process over on his other arm. The whole time Harry watches me with intensity and had a smirk playing on his lips. He’s scheming something.
Harry’s hands move into my underwear and starts to massage my butt, but I keep going.
I kiss up his neck lingering in certain spots that I know drive him crazy. I’m about to kiss up and down his jaw when I feel Harry’s hands go to my hips and flips me onto my back. Harry’s now hovering over me with a smile on his lips.
“Now it’s your turn.”
Don’t forget I’m taking requests! And also tell me if y’all want a part 2!:)
I love how Rhett sits during Ear Biscuits. Let me explain. During GMM he seems to have a habit of having his arms always resting on the table or crossed in front of him. Thus, making him look much bigger and wider. (Also the bright lighting of the set makes him look bigger too. And he usually wears just t shirts in EB which is obviously more slimming than a button up or a sweater.) But in EB, he keeps his hands in his lap and his shoulders down and he looks so small and comfortable. And the dim lighting seems to make him look small. Just look at the difference:
Like two completely different men. One is large and broad, other is tiny and soft. Both are equally beautiful.