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impossibledreaming · 16 days
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Swoon.
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mrsoulstice · 4 months
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It’s this or nothing!
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k-wame · 4 months
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PAAPA ESSIEDU as Jordan & HARRIS DICKINSON as Wes FEMME (Short 2021) dir(s). Sam H. Freeman, Ng Choon Ping
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cyberstrm · 6 months
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matthew lillard!william afton x gn!reader
18+, minors dni!!!! nsfw ahead
cleaning was your least favourite part of the job. part of your nightshift duties involved dusting.
leaning over a counter, stretching over it in order to dust the far end of it, a pair of hands suddenly snake around your hips and ass.
"i love watching you clean," williams voice sounded from behind you. "especially when you end up bent over a counter like this.."
you roll your eyes but smirk, but arch your ass upwards nonetheless.
"you're so good to me, doll."
you push harder, and he replies with a breathy chuckle.
"careful, princess, or i'll have to have you right here, right now."
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sugucidal · 10 months
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i need him in places. tight wet places
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fandom-geek · 1 year
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gotta say, i'm kinda uncomfy the assumption that amanda and crow are romantically involved given the current battlegrounds dialogue where crow admits he hates falling to his death and amanda says that "i'll keep that in mind. maybe i took it too easy on you with the shotgun"
like that is just... straight up mean. i get that amanda is taking her feelings abt uldren out on crow, but that's just petty at best and cruel at worst. i know guardians kill each other for fun in the crucible, but that's never portrayed as actively mean-spirited, unlike this.
and yet, even in the bloody youtube comments for the video of this dialogue, ppl are going "oh look at that romantic foreshadowing!".
crow even responds to that line with (far more grace than i would have) "you've never taken it easy on me to my knowledge", which just. i'm fucking bamboozled. he's not even saying it in a snarky or flirty way, why do people assume it's romantic when one character is threatening to kill another in a way they explicitly hate???
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wink-and-whisper · 1 day
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Guys aren't alone in being attracted to younger fuckmeat. I'm almost (but not quite) embarrassed sometimes by my desire for a guy 10 years younger than me to wear me out and use me up. I often wonder if a couple of the baby faced boys who work for me can smell my excitement when I notice them checking me out.
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knightfire · 1 month
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Sketching out some RadioHusk flirting for an idea that’s been trying to escape my brain
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songofthewildwinds · 1 year
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Fashion Sense
“Whore.” 
“I beg your pardon?” The Villain stopped their blows and turned to stare at the hero with a look of pure shock on his face, eyes wide as he tried to process the words that just came out the usually serious Hero. The whole fight they had been engrossed in seconds ago came to a stop at the revelations of words. 
“You heard me.” The Hero answered back, arms crossed as they stood facing him, face void of expression. They never added onto those words as they stared at the other, waiting for him to respond. Villain was at a loss for words. Granted, he knew he was a little more than indecent, slutty if you must, but to hear his precious little Hero say such a word was a huge shock. But yet again, Villain was one to flirt and soon enough, his shock was put aside and a flirtatious smirk spread across his lips, body leaning down to tower over the smaller Hero.
“Perhaps this your way of saying you like how I dress?” The Villain asked slowly, voice smooth and sultry as his eyes locked onto the Hero’s, scanning up and down their body with no shame. Hero just scoffed, turning their body away from the Villain in what seemed to be anger, but the faint redness on the ends of their ears told the Villain otherwise.
“So, do you?” The Villain asked a few seconds later when he never got a response from the secretly flustered Hero, walking over to them once again and curling around their back to peer down at them. While the two were not touching, Hero was more than aware of how close Villain’s basically naked chest was to their back, cheeks going red as they turned around and stepped away from him instantly. 
“I am not answering such a question.” They said in a rush, brows furrowed as they frowned at the Villain. Villain just smirked, finding the little Hero’s response to be amusing. 
“I see.” He answered back with lowered eyelids, arms being held behind his back as he stared down at the Hero with a look of curiosity. Hero just glared as they fell into silence, silently letting out a breath of relief that the Villain had given up on his want for answers. But, that relief was taken and ripped away too soon when the Villain spoke up again. “So if I came to our next battle wearing less than this, you’d be completely unbothered by it?” He asked as he tilted his head to the side slightly, smiling innocently as he traced his finger along the deep V-neck that cut down his dress shirt, chest shown to the world. Hero’s eyes widened in bewilderment at the sentence, body tensing up and shoulders rising in a defensive pose.
“Of course I would!” The Hero snapped almost instantly, body instinctively taking a few steps back. Their blush had spread across their entire face at this point and Hero knew this, hoping and praying that the Villain thought of it as angered flush and not out of embarrassment at the thought that just appeared in Hero’s head. “You’re an idiot to think an outfit would bother my performance.” The scowl that Hero gave Villain was full of anger, but Villain only found it adorable. It looked like he had a new outfit to pick out.
(Hero almost choked on their own spit the next time Villain showed up for a fight, face going bright red as they realized Villain was not lying about his earlier proposition.)
Villain’s outfit if anyone wants to see it: https://www.tumblr.com/songofthewildwinds/711862144131629056/villains-second-outfit-for-fashion-sense?source=share
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houseswife · 4 months
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sorry but every time I see a pic of s1 wilson my brain’s automatic response is “who the FUCK is that”
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exhibit a. WHY ARE YOU BEHAVING THIS WAY!! WHORE!!!
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cheesit-notes · 9 months
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hear me out….. pervy!task force BUT reader knows shes fine af. like. she KNOWS they want her and ENJOYS being a tease. dark femininity all the way!!
hii anon!! holy fuck u dont understand how fun this idea is to imagine. thanks for the request, your requested fic is here.
i didnt post the fic to the ask request because something about the words in the request being what i see as title is just skdjksdhkajdas in a bad way, idk if that makes sense sorry
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ciderjacks · 16 days
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OK. QUESTION FOR GAY PEOPLE ONLY. AND BY GAY I MEAN HOMOSEXUAL NOT JUST GENERAL QUEER AS IN STRICTLY ONLY ATTRACTED TO THE SAME SEX.
I realized recently the difference between finding someone attractive and personally being attracted to them I need to know if this confusion has led other gay people to sexuality crisis.
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fountainpenguin · 3 months
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"And the women, they all pity me... because I'm married, but not in love! Frozen at the center...?" (x)
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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season
Chapter 20 - “Sizzle (Grian, Scar)”
❤️ Read on AO3
💛 Start from Chapter 1
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Grian makes plans to set SnifferMyFeet up on a date, then buys some very special bread. Scar comes home to a wrecked apartment and confronts the gingerbread-loving demon in his closet. Just your average Traffic SMP fanfic- nothing to see here.
(First 1,000 words under the cut)
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Grian
Status: Dear, bewildered, and awkward
💙  🧡  💚
Grian leaves a very special cloak hanging in the closet of Lounge 3LF specifically for full moon nights. It's black and heavy. Not at all as flamboyant as he'd like, and decorations would certainly make it more fun. The biggest thing that mars the inky blackness is the giant red symbol on the back: a circle with a slash down the center. More red marks, spaced a few centimeters apart, wrap the hems of his sleeves. He's got one on each shoulder too, and it's really not flattering…
… but the stifling, peculiar nature of it is really the whole point. It's a full moon tonight, you know.
Grian wraps it around his shoulders and clicks the silver clasp at the front. The thick cloak is padded (on the off chance anyone nips him with teeth or claws). It's not armor, but he can't use his wings like this. It'd be a massive liability in a fight, but it dulls the color and rustle of his feathers, and it's excellent at diverting the eye of anyone who's out tonight seeking visual or auditory courting cues.
TwoMuchGrian's still fussing with his feathers, scowling in the mirror. Pearl and Jimmy don their black and red cloaks in turn. Martyn, for the first time Grian can remember, struts from the lobby without one. Grian tries not to notice anybody else. He flips up the hood, smothering his hair. He pauses for Two so they can leave together. While waiting, he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and almost snorts.
Nah, certainly not flattering… but totally effective. I wouldn't flirt with me either tonight.
The lanterns and copper bulbs that glow inside the multiplayer hub stay fluorescently bright all night long. Defining "night" is difficult in the underground, especially with time zones from around the world all dumped in one small perimeter. The Between dimension keeps chugging along anyway.
As Grian leaves the multiplayer zone, stepping out into the bedrock streets, the clock tower chimes to signal 12k ticks. Out there, above ground, the world's officially bathed in pink and orange sunset lighting. So they say, anyway. Hmm… Grian tips back his head, gripping the hood in both hands. He pulls the fabric downward so it digs against his pores.
He breathes.
New Star Station's bustling tonight. The city population ebbs and flows with account activity at the best (and worst) of times, but for now, chattering voices ripple through the air. Happy, friendly people bounce along wherever they want to go.
Pearl brushes past him then, sending one last I'm sorry grimace with her mouth and eyes. Grian nods back to indicate All good. Each moon phase stretches out for four days in Between, and tonight's the second one in the batch. The pull against his fluffing scarlet feathers is much, much stronger now than it was on Monday. It prickles over every shaft and barb.
Since neither he nor Pearl care for random hook-ups, they usually go out for food together or catch a movie on nights like tonight. It depends what's going on with Hermitcraft. Really, Grian doesn't make a habit of jumping online for projects immediately after an exhausting Life series recording session like this one. He usually gets Pearl's second full moon night- Gem and Impulse hang out with her on the third.
But tonight, Pearl has a refugee at her place… and not exactly someone he's thrilled to go looking for. His last encounter with EthoCam (Sorry… Rhetoric) left a less than pleasant aftertaste behind. At that thought, Grian stares down the dimly lit street, letting his eyes fall halfway shut.
I need to warn SnifferMyFeet not to go near him…
Maybe another time. Maybe when it isn't the full moon. Vex posture and flaunt themselves like mad this time of the month. Sniff might bite, and that's really not something he's in the mood for. There's still server clean-up to do on Hermitcraft. He's been meaning to add a nicer bridge design to the dolphin path. Maybe he'll send Scar a whisper in a bit.
He rocks forward, setting a brisk pace down the street. Blaze powder and slime balls are already mixing into magma cream on the bedrock. Two drifts after him without touching the ground. As much faith as Grian likes to put in the 'Not on the market tonight' cloak designs, it's an extra blanket of reassurance (like a knock to the head) knowing his twin's there to watch his back. Two might split off for some flirting later on, but it's nice of him to walk him home.
His comm buzzes, rattling up his arm like a shockwave. Grian looks down.
TwoMuchGrian: are we going to bigb's?
"… No, not tonight. Just back to our place."
Cheery people flit around on feet and wings. Some dress in 'No' cloaks and chat anyway, just excited to catch up while they have the chance. Some hook their arms around those of friends or acquaintances they've got their eye on for the evening. Strangers, maybe (some of them). No love hearts flicker in the cracks and crevices, but the warm eyes and friendly laughs say just as much.
It's an early courting night. It's posture. It's a show. Expect a few fights to break out tomorrow morning as people settle in and get more cherry-choosey, fussing over the partners they want to keep for the next 100 days. The block turns next Wednesday or Thursday. Scar won't even hunt until a couple nights into the full moon. He says souls taste better when they're satisfied on their post-loving time high, and they put up less of a fight.
Loving time. Sure.
So… What's everybody doing if these were never real hook-ups to begin with? No kisses. No nothing. His digital, programmed peers have no need nor desire to reproduce. All these empty courtship tugs they feel beneath the full moon just lead to… nothing.
[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]
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p-perkeys · 26 days
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1.) this was such a look for him - the pants, the open vest, the gloves, the hair
2.) her midriff and sideways belt are also a look
3.) I would actually like to see them more together too, even as friends. In X-Factor he told Aurora she was like a sister, which is a pretty big thing for someone like him to say.
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aaandbackstabbed · 1 month
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Goldie is such a flirt.
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arkytiorwrites · 1 year
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Flirting
Tony Stark x Reader
Short and sweet (because as far as I know, no one has flirted with me. Unless I really am that oblivious).
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"How's my favorite artist in the world?” asked Tony as he entered the studio of his latest mad impulses.
He'd gotten an earful from Potts after she’d found out about Y/N Y/L/N. Yet somehow, the lovely, witty, sarcastic to the point of pure saltiness, twenty-seven-year-old was worth it.
“Depends on whether I get this shading right. If it goes well, I'm on top of the world. If it doesn't, I'm killing myself” you grumbled from where you were hunched over at your desk.
Coming up behind you, Tony saw what your current project was.
“Is that me?” he asked, a delighted grin creeping onto his face.
"I draw a portrait of all my patrons. You're the only one I've had any fun with,” you confessed, still focused on your work.
“I’m flattered. You ever done a self-portrait?” Tony inquired curiously.
"Nah, it'd just make me never wanna look in a mirror again.”
“You’d just be unable to capture every last ounce of beauty,” Tony argued with a teasing smile.
"What ever you say, Boss," you snorted as you reached for a blending stick.
Tony could only stare in astonishment as his blatant flirting went straight over the artist's head. Had you been living under a rock before they met?
It wasn't until after the billionaire had left and you replayed your conversation in your head, did his comment finally register.
“Wait. Was. Was he . . . flirting with me?" you asked aloud in pure bewilderment. "STARK! GET BACK HERE, I HAVE QUESTIONS!!!"
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