#if anyone has a clip of like a laugh that broke through send it to me bc i do NOT remember it

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For the headcanon asks

💤🪶🍻🗡️ these for kim

WAH THANK YOUUUUU!!! some of these i didnt think of yet that's exciting!!

💤How do they sleep?

I answered this very briefly for Kim in the last headcanon meme but I didn't go very much into detail! But again I will share a specific piece of art because when I saw it I incorporated it into my canon - this piece from Danielcalmdown - but I picture Kim as sleeping in a really tight and protective ball. To me it feels most like him, and I think it serves multiple purposes of 1) he is someone that runs very cold, and so this is just a warmer sleeping position 2) it feels safe and 3) I think he's been sleeping like that basically his entire life and he seems like a creature of habit. If Harry were there then I think he would be comfortable as the big spoon and would prefer that, but if he were the little spoon then he would end up curled up in a ball with Harry on his back.

🪶How do they laugh?

AHHHHH HIS LAUGH There are so many moments where he's laughing in the game but I can't remember any of them being particularly like, loud and boisterous. His laugh is always like. . . as if they are in between the words he's saying. I think there's multiple times I would describe him as laughing while he's talking, and it's really obvious but still not easily noticeable to anyone who isn't like, directly in the conversation at the moment.

I think there is probably a very small chance that Harry could make him actually burst into laughter while in public, but in private he's a little more free with it.

(a little NSFW here, and also I think I posted this HC once before somewhere) I also think Harry would like making him laugh during sex, coincidentally that's also when Kim is the most free with it. A joke that would make him smile slightly in public would make him full-on snort while in the bedroom.

🍻What kind of drunk are they?

He gets soooooo red in the face I think, and I think more sociable. If he's tipsy then he's just kind of loose but if he's DRUNK? Like will feel it in the morning? I think he's accidentally trapping a random person in a corner and talking about his car for half an hour. And the next morning he will get so embarrassed.

🗡️ What is a scar that they have but never talk about?

In general I don't picture him as the type of guy to unprompted share his scar stories. Like if a bunch of other men are talking about the times they've been shot and lifting their shirts or whatever, he would at best sip his coffee and not give any input into the conversation. And if asked directly he will briefly share the encounter but not with as much pride as other officers.

I do headcanon him as having broken his nose multiple times in his life and I think at least one of those instances, and the very first time he broke his nose, left a little scar on the bridge. If asked he will even more briefly share a story of breaking it during RCM training, which is true, but the scar actually occurred from when he was being bullied as a kid and he wouldn't ever share that. Harry with a high enough. . . empathy, I think, would catch it.

[amalia-eveline-verstappen]

Meet Amalia Eveline Verstappen

She’s twenty. An Aquarius. The youngest of three. Her name is Amalia Eveline Verstappen— though she goes by Malia to the world and Lia to the ones who knew her before the flash of cameras or the roar of engines. She speaks Dutch, French, German, and English with elegant ease, switching between them mid-conversation without skipping a beat, often just to watch the boys around her melt.

She’s studying fashion and models part-time. The camera loves her, but she doesn’t chase the spotlight. Instead, it finds her, constantly. People try to explain her presence in the paddock with words like “It girl” or “rising star,” but that’s not what she is. She’s not a trend. She’s a force of nature dressed in silk and soft smirks, the kind of girl who enters a room and changes the air without speaking a word.

Her older brother, who keeps his heart under lock and key, only ever opens it fully when she’s around. He’s the one with the fame, the trophies, the headlines. But she’s the one who makes him human. With her, he laughs in ways fans never get to see. He softens. There are clips of her slipping him snacks before a race, of him whispering jokes that make her double over laughing. He’s colder when she’s not around, sharper. Everyone notices.

The fans adore her. She’s fiercely private, but every rare appearance—whether in the paddock, beside the garage, or curled up in a hospitality chair with sunglasses and a sketchpad—turns heads. They call her angelic, enigmatic, gorgeous, dangerous. They’re not wrong. But none of them really know her.

Her relationship with her father is... complicated. He tries to win her over with designer bags, VIP weekends, even a horse once. But it’s too late. Her boundaries are crystal clear. She smiles, says “thank you,” and sends everything back. She refuses to be bought. Only her mother, Sophie, and her siblings know how much strength that takes. How much damage came before the distance.

Her mother is everything. Her best friend, her mirror, her anchor. Sophie calls every night, texts her affirmations, sends her voice notes when she knows Amalia is about to walk a red carpet or sit front row at a show. And when Malia’s too tired to talk, she just sends a photo of herself curled in a hotel bed with Sophie’s sweatshirt wrapped around her like armor.

Then there’s Victoria—fierce, protective, chaotic, loving. Her sister is her ride-or-die. They grew up sneaking out together, covering for each other, finishing each other's sentences. Victoria will burn the world if anyone hurts Malia. Once, when a boy broke her heart, Victoria looked him dead in the eye and said, “I hope you step on a Lego barefoot every morning until you realize what you lost.” She wasn’t joking.

The paddock has always felt like a second home and a labyrinth all at once. Malia walks its edges with the ease of someone who grew up around it but never truly belonged to it. She isn’t a driver. She doesn’t want to be. But every team knows her. Every driver pays attention. And every single one of them has, at one point or another, fallen just a little bit in love with her.

Carlos is the flirty one, the teacher. In Barcelona, she sits beside him, struggling through her Spanish homework. He leans over, mouth close to her ear, correcting her pronunciation with a grin. She blushes, mutters a curse in perfect French. He winks. She flicks a grape at his forehead. He swears he’s never been happier.

Lando is the hopeless romantic, the lovestruck puppy. In Monaco, he brings her coffee just the way she likes it—almond milk, three sugars, extra vanilla. He trips over a cable trying to hand it to her. She laughs, takes a sip, calls him her favorite barista. He almost dies on the spot. Later that day, he posts a blurry picture of her laughing to his private story, captioned, “Who gave her permission?”

Oscar is the quiet one, steady as stone. After a particularly rough media day, she’s drained, sitting alone with her sunglasses still on. Without a word, Oscar slips off his jacket and lays it over her shoulders. She whispers “thank you” and leans just slightly into his arm. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to.

Lewis is temptation incarnate. Every time he walks past her, he drops a compliment like a grenade. “Looking dangerous today, Amalia,” he murmurs one morning, lips barely moving. She rolls her eyes. “Your flirting is exhausting.” He grins. “You’re still smiling though.” She is. She always is.

Charles is the soft safety net, the one who doesn’t hide how much he adores her. When she’s nervous before a panel, he wraps her in a hug that lasts just a beat too long, whispers, “You’ve got this, Lia,” and kisses both cheeks with that slow, European affection. She relaxes. He knows exactly how to do that.

George is the thrill she shouldn’t want. Max glares whenever George so much as breathes in her direction, which only encourages her to smile wider and lean closer. In Austin, they’re caught talking under a string of fairy lights, heads tilted together like there’s no one else in the world. Nothing ever happens. But the electricity is undeniable.

Franco is the walking romance novel. “Princesa,” he calls her in the paddock, every time. “Mi vida.” He bows, kisses her hand. Sends her a single red rose before a race. She laughs and says he’s ridiculous. But she keeps the rose.

Then there’s Daniel. Not racing full-time, but always lurking with a joke, a grin, a devilish sparkle in his eye. “Trouble,” he calls her. Once, he stole her sunglasses and declared, “If I can’t date you, I’ll become you.” She laughed so hard she spilled her water. Max threw a towel at him.

Even Kelly, who Malia used to keep at a frosty distance, has started to thaw in her presence. The journey wasn’t easy—Amalia is loyal to a fault, and her trust must be earned. But over time, the two women have reached a silent understanding. Kelly still calls her Amalia. Lia is a name she hasn't earned.

At her core, Malia is soft. Quiet when she’s overwhelmed. Anxious when she’s alone too long. She keeps journals filled with sketches and poetry. Her playlists are full of sad French songs. Her favorite color changes weekly. She hates confrontation but will go absolutely feral if someone disrespects someone she loves.

She is the main character without trying to be. The center of gravity around whom the chaos spins. Drivers fight for her attention. Teams adjust their schedules when she’s in town. Fans follow every glimpse of her like she’s a celebrity. But behind all the beauty and mystique is a girl who just wants to be held the way her mother used to, to be loved without expectations, to be seen for who she is beneath the flawless image.

She has no idea just how unforgettable she is.

But the paddock does.

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Authors Note:

Hello everyone! Welcome to my blog and my story! I hope you enjoy it. I'll write stories all based on this information. If you have any requests or questions, you can always message me!

[alarwynnwhispers]

🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 8: ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴛ ʟᴀɴᴇ 🧡

ꜰ1 x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏʀʀɪꜱ ᴀᴜ | ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ + ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ

⚠️ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:

ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ (7–8 ᴡᴇᴇᴋꜱ)

ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴄʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ

ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱᴏʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

ꜱᴜʙᴛʟᴇ ꜱʜɪꜰᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴄꜱ

ᴏꜰꜰ-ꜱᴄʀᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ ꜱʏᴍᴘᴛᴏᴍꜱ (ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴛɪᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇꜱ, ᴀᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴏɴꜱ)

ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ

ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴜɴᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴛʏ

It had only been a few days since that drive, but everything had shifted.

Not dramatically. Not publicly.

But quietly, under the surface, in the way gravity shifts just before a storm.

(Y/n) was back at the boutique, folding linens and refitting mannequin displays with trembling hands she tried to disguise with careful precision. Carla was nearby, flipping through hangers while shooting her the occasional smirk. And Amara, as always, kept a watchful eye while pretending to steam a rack of dresses.

“You okay?” Amara whispered, catching her during a restock.

“I’m fine.”

“You haven’t touched your smoothie.”

“I said I’m fine.”

Amara didn’t press.

Because the truth was, (Y/n) didn’t know what she was anymore.

Somewhere across Monaco, Lando was gearing up for the next round of training and simulator work, showing up to press duties and team meetings with that usual grin, but even his team had started to notice cracks in the polish.

He was late to strategy debriefs. Quieter during engineering huddles. And more than once, his trainer caught him glancing at his phone between reps, thumbing the screen as if expecting a message he couldn’t ask for out loud.

At McLaren HQ, the murmurs started in low tones:

“Has he been off to you?”

“Little distracted, yeah.”

“I asked about tire compounds and he looked like I’d said something about aliens.”

Even Oscar noticed. “You good, mate?”

Lando shrugged. “Didn’t sleep much. I’m alright.”

He wasn’t.

Because he was caught in this strange in-between of wanting to do something, and not knowing what that was yet.

He hadn’t told anyone. Not his team, not his family. Not even Max, who would’ve given him hell and maybe good advice all at once.

It felt too raw. Too fragile.

But he had her number now. Saved under Y/n – Monaco. He’d stared at it more than once, thumb hovering above a message he couldn’t quite bring himself to send.

You alright? Do you need anything? How do we do this?

He didn’t hit send.

Back at the boutique, the lull of a quiet afternoon stretched long and slow until Carla broke it with a sing-song voice.

“Sooo… any new celebrity drop-ins today?” She leaned against the counter with a grin, eyes flicking between (Y/n) and Amara.

(Y/n) gave her a look. “Don’t start.”

Carla shrugged innocently. “I’m just saying. I still can’t believe Lando freaking Norris came strolling in here like he was picking up dry cleaning.”

Amara rolled her eyes. “You’ve already told that story twice.”

Carla ignored her. “I mean, I get it now. The stares. The weird scarf folding. The mysterious ‘smoothie diet’—girl, you’ve been living in a soft-launch phase!”

(Y/n)’s cheeks burned. “Carla.”

“What? I’m supportive,” she teased. “Shocked, but supportive.”

Amara laughed. “Supportively loud, maybe.”

Carla winked. “Don’t worry, I’ve been sworn to secrecy. Girl code.”

Later that evening, when the boutique lights dimmed and the last customer had drifted out, (Y/n) sat in the staff room with her head leaning back against the cool wall, phone clutched in one hand.

It buzzed.

Lando: Saw the clip going around. You okay?

She stared at it for a moment.

(Y/n): I’m used to hiding. Just didn’t expect the internet to start guessing.

Lando: We can figure something out. You shouldn’t do this alone.

(Y/n): We already agreed. No press. No noise.

Lando: I know. But that doesn’t mean nothing.

The words lingered.

She didn’t reply again.

But for the first time in a while, she didn’t feel entirely alone.

Somewhere in this mess, between the silence, the stolen glances, and the threads unraveling in every direction, there was something slowly being stitched back together.

Not a solution.

But maybe, just maybe, a start.

To be continued... 🧡

🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 9: ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴜʀᴇ 🧡

📝 Note from the Author: It’s another day today HAHAHA and somehow… we’re already on Chapter 8?? 😭 Time’s flying when there’s drama, secrets, and accidental pregnancies involved.

Alsooo I was thinking, what if I call you all Alarwynnites(?) 🤔 If y’all like it, great! If not… well, I’m still calling you that anyway AHAHAHAHA. Y’all are stuck with it now 💅🧡

As always, thank you for reading, crying, laughing, and spiraling with me. Your support means the world, don’t forget to like, share, reblog, and comment if you’re enjoying the chaos 💌

With love, me 🧡

[zorceus]

Name: Gisela Pfeffier

Gender: female

Age: 20

Hair color: blonde

Eye color: raspberry with red highlights

Height: 5'09"

Weight: 150 pounds

Nationality: German

Strengths: Military Expertise

Ability to use any weapom

Appearance: - short blonde hair

Military esque uniform

Raspberry colored eyes

Bright red pupils

Makeup

Earrings of a cross and drop of blood

Inventory: Bayonette Rifle

Survival knife

Basic scissors

Bullet cases

Biography: Gisela was born in Germany to hyper-religious parents as well as two older brothers and one older sister. Gisela lived relatively normal early childhood up until her kindergarten years when she enrolled into a religious school. Gisela was bullied by the first graders for basic things like her quiet nature and her weird hair, but her mother always instructed Gisela to ignore their ways. However this all changed when the older boy of the group punched her in the face while walking in the hallways, which finally broke Gisela and she attacked him with full force, thowing him into a locker which broke his arm.

Taken to the principal's office, the boy and Gisela were to apologize to each other, however Gisela found that she felt immensely happy at the fact she was hurt and that she hurt someone in return.

Wanting more of this, she would grow up torturing small bugs and insects, as well as getting into fights with older kids just to feel pain and be inflicted with pain. Gisela's family would grow worried for this new drive and would send her to a military academy to see if she could put these desires to rest through decipline. This however grew her bloodlust as she was equiped with weaponry as she was to be deployed to survey a military base.

During a shootout Gisela showed her crazy self and murdered the perpetrators while her generals watched. Facsinated by her craziness, but also fearful of her eventually turning on them, the military decided to keep Gisela on base to keep her from harming others. Eventually, Gisela would be met with a woman named Rosalyne, who happily told Gisela she was a fan of the woman's carnage and was here to give her jobs where she could kill anyone she pleases.

Believing Rosalyne was a goddess sent from above, Gisela went with Rosalyne and joined the Six Wings of Iris, becoming the one who does Rosalyne's dirty work.

Detailed appearance: Gisela Pfeffier is a fairly tall young woman with a tan colored skin complexion and raspberry colored eyes with red pupils. She wears a officer-like uniform with a black coloration with red trim and a white undershirt. Her outfit consists of a bright red bowtie, white ruffles, red tie, and a black cape-like appearance on her shoulders. She wears a gray belt and gray shoes with red clips and a black choker around her neck. Gisela has fishet-fingerless gloves and wears black garters with red crosses on the sides. Her hat is black with a gray top and has a cross-like red insignia and rim. She wears earrings that depict a cross and a drop of blood down the end. Gisela's hair is short and spikey with her bangs brushed to the right side of her face. She wears light red lipstick on most occassions.

Personality: Gisela is a lady who is filled with bloodlust, a true sadist as well as a notable masochist. She loves pain and inflicting pain and laughs everytime she sees someone or herself in pain. Because of her violent nature, Rosalyne uses her talents punish those who are against her rule. Gisela is very studious, as she spends time researching her victims to priortize their torment. She is not very well liked by most of the Six Wings of Iris, but she takes it with pride as she is the one who is willing to get her hands dirty for Rosalyne. Like all of her comrades, she treats Rosalyne like a goddess and sees her word as law.

Trivia:

* her birthday is October 31st, her Zodiac is Scorpio.

* Gisela's favorite food is chocolate candies

* Her least favorite is chips

* Her favorite drink is boba tea

* Her least favorite drink is black coffee.

* She is pansexual, only having eyes for Rosalyne.

* She loves watching movies with gore. She consumes gore media for ideas for executions and torture.

* Her favorite movies are from the Saw series.

* Gisela fantasizes about her own death, something that does concern her colleagues.

* No one talks to her in the Six Wings, except for Rosalyne and Lin.

* Lin calls her "Gi-Gi" in a playful manner, even though Lin isn't Gisela's biggest fan.

* When Gisela tortures people, she speaks in a "uwu" speak.

* She cuts her hair by herself.

* Gisela has a fondness for crows and ravens, since she sees them eat carrion and gets inspired.

* She is airly religious, however she sees Rosalyne as a messiah.

[gurugirl]

The Tiffany Club Part 14*

Summary: Harry goes to London for a week and he and Camille have to find a way to relieve their urges even when they're on different continents.

AN/Warning: I will have a * by the parts when smut is included. This warning list is comprehensive for all parts, not all contain smut or listed warnings. NSFW, smut, oral (male and female), 18+ only (as always), angst, dom & sub themes, sex work, light alcohol use, occasional mentions of disordered eating and food restrictions, DDlg, angst, unprotected sex, aggressive male behavior

Pairing: Sex club worker Camille x CEO!Harry Styles | Sugardaddy!Harry

Part 13*

Part 14*

Camille’s texts to me are inappropriate and dirty. I’ve been in London now for five days and I have another three to go before I’m back in New York City with her again. I knew I was going to miss her. I basically told the girl I would marry her and take care of her and I meant it. I’m a complete sap but I don’t even care. She’s an angel and I’m falling for her. There’s nothing about our relationship that’s normal by most standards but we work so well together when I’m not being jealous of the things she does with other men at her job. It makes me want to pull my hair out when she’s at work and I can’t be there.

Right now I’m in a dinner meeting and she’s been sending me pictures of herself and audio clips. I’ve warned her that she can’t touch herself when I’m not able to be alone and talk her through it, but she’s not listening and she’s being a brat. I’m also trying to get through this dinner so I can get back to my flat and take care of my cock that keeps threatening to plump up. I’ve had to put the phone away because she won’t stop.

Gerry is taking his sweet ass time and has ordered a Carajillo for an after-dinner drink and no one seems to be in a rush to get the fuck out of this stuffy restaurant like I am. But I’ll wait and be patient for another 20 minutes and then I’m calling a cab and getting Camille on the phone to finally address all the teasing she’s done all day.

“We are going to miss your presence, Harry! Having you in London every other month might be hard on everyone.” Cindy laughs and I offer her a fake chuckle in return. Cindy’s been trying to subtly flirt all night now that she knows Lindsay and I are over again. I had a thing with Cindy a year ago. It didn’t last long. Lindsay is friends with Cindy so she must have told her I broke it off with her. And if I weren’t feeling the way I do about Camille I’d take Cindy back to mine and take care of her tonight like I know she wants. She’s cute and her outfit is just revealing enough that she’s looking quite desperate, which is something I love.

Today is different, though. As fuckable as Cindy looks right now, Camille is on my mind and she’s the only one I want to fuck.

When we’re all finally heading to the front of the restaurant to catch cabs to go home I pull my phone out to take a peek and Camille has sent me a full on video with herself stuffed with a toy I bought her. I have to quickly close my phone before anyone sees. It immediately has me plumping in my pants again and I cannot get out of here fast enough.

I say goodbye to everyone and hail a taxi, when Cindy appears, her little hand reaching for my forearm to get my attention, “Harry… would you want to come to my place and have one more drink, a night cap?” She raises her brows and her offer is tempting. I’d much rather fuck her soft pussy than my own fist tonight (or my masturbation sleeve) but I have a task at hand, and that’s dealing with Camille.

“Sounds enticing, Cin. I probably should tell you I’m seeing someone else back in New York, though. I’d say yes, otherwise.” I smile down at her and she doesn’t release my arm at first. She just licks her lips and blinks her eyes at me.

“Well, she doesn’t have to know, right? I won’t tell. Doesn’t have to be anything serious, Harry.” She grins and I’m so close to just giving in and going back with her but I know it wouldn’t feel right after and I want to get on the phone with Camille fast because I miss her. I take a deep breath and look up as the taxi is pulling over to give me a ride.

“Here, take this taxi. I’ll get another one. I really can’t, Cindy. Believe me when I tell you I’d love to but it’s not going to happen. Okay?”

Cindy takes that as my final answer and I’m glad she didn’t pull out more stops to try and convince me because right now I’m horny and on edge thanks to Camille. But I wouldn’t cheat on her. I wouldn’t betray her. She means too much to me.

Back at my flat I immediately call my girl on Facetime and she answers the phone completely naked. Her tits on display for me, her hair a mess.

“Daddy… where have you been? I need to you to tell me I can come. I’m using the dildo you got for me and it feels so good. Not like your cock, though.”

I unbutton my shirt and begin to take off my layers as I head to my bedroom, “Told you not to touch yourself until I could direct you on how to do it. Now I’m not sure I want you to come at all. You’ve been a bad girl. I might just have you watch me come instead. Not sure you’ve been good enough to deserve an orgasm.”

I’m left in only my briefs as I rummage through my box of goodies and get out the lube and my masturbation sleeve. I’m already hard and it’s feeling painful.

I settle into my bed as I watch Camille purposely defy my orders as she continues sinking the dildo into her cunt and moaning.

I pull my briefs down and then set up the phone so she can see me as I stroke my cock and pour lube over my shaft and inside of the silicone sleeve.        

“Ooh, been missing that big cock all day. So pretty. I wish I could fill my mouth with it right now. I’m so horny for you Daddy!” She moans and then does a close up of her pussy with the toy inside and I groan at how turned on I am.

“Yeah? Wish I could fuck your face and leave you to suffer with no orgasm after you’ve choked down my come. You’re still being naughty, Camille.” I bring the toy up to my tip and push it over my thick head. It feels so good to be finally alone with her and to be able to touch my prick.

“Mmm… that’s better than not being with you. I’d take anything you give me, Daddy. But you’re not here so I’m feeling bad. I want to be bad. I want you to punish me when you get back.”

I grunt out a laugh as I get going with my own toy. It feels good but not as good as a nice warm pussy. Camille’s is the best pussy I’ve ever had.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, baby. I’ll be giving you exactly what you deserve when I’m home. You’re in for it.” We are silent for a bit as we continue masturbating. We’re both on edge and I’m so close to coming already its embarrassing.

“Daddy… please. Please. I wanna come so bad. I wish it was your cock inside of me. I hate you being away.”

I grunt as my toy moves over my length and I begin to fondle my balls. My legs are spread and she has a view of everything I’m doing as if she were laying in between my legs watching me.

“Mmm… this toy feels really good, Camille. Probably feels better than your little pussy even. Might have to just fuck into this every night instead of you. At least this sleeve won’t disobey Daddy and act like a brat.”

I hasten the pace a bit, really feeling the beads inside of the sleeve, wishing it was Camille. Watching her on the phone, though, this is a pretty close second to the real thing.

“No! I would die. I need you always. Need your cock, your tongue, your fingers, your words… I need you, Daddy. Please don’t replace me.”

She whines as she lets go of the dildo, finally stopping her movements and so it’s just filling her hole now, not being lodged in deeper like she was.

“Just sit there looking pretty for Daddy, don’t move that toy anymore. I want to watch your pretty cunt stuffed full while when I come.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll do anything you want.” She whimpers and shifts her hips before spreading her legs wider apart and watched the screen of her phone while I’m fucking into my soft sleeve.

“Coulda had another pussy tonight. Coulda gone to someone else’s place and fucked her soft cunt like she wanted me to and I might have if I’d have known you were gonna be so bad. Teach you a lesson about being a brat.”

“No! Harry! Oh my god!?” Camille sits up and pulls the phone up to her face and I can see the big pout on her mouth, “Are you serious?”

I stop what I’m doing and realize I might have taken it too far. Camille gets very sensitive when she’s subby and I was feeling too horny and dazed out in dominance, forgetting that she is just as possessive as I am.

I laugh lightly and pull the phone up to my own face, “No, baby. I would never do that. I was just trying to get a rise out of you. I promise I don’t want anyone but you. Sorry. I didn’t mean to fuck this up.”

She’s still frowning and I watch as she leans over and sits the dildo down on the blanket. “Harry, I don’t like that. Did someone really ask you to fuck them tonight? Is that why you were gone so long? Now I’m really worried.” Her sweet eyes turned sad and it made me feel guilty.

“Baby… I was at a work dinner. There is a woman that asked me back to hers but I declined. Obviously I only want you. It’s why I’m on the phone with you now. If I were a douchebag I would have taken her up on it and you wouldn’t have heard from me at all tonight. I told her I was seeing someone. Nothing happened.”

She lays back onto her bed, her hair sprawled out behind her head, a pout still on her face.

“I believe you but I don’t like anyone thinking about you like that. I’m going to London next time and coming with you everywhere so no woman will ever think she even has a chance.”

I laugh and shake my head, “Baby, no one’s got a chance. Now that I’ve met you… my dream girl, you’re all I want.”

Camille smiles, finally and then she seems to brighten up, “That’s good to hear. Is she pretty, though?”

Uh oh. Here we go with this. I think to myself what the best plan of action is. Tell her the truth and let her know that Cindy is a knockout who I’ve had the pleasure of fucking in the past, or tell her a lie…

I clear my throat, “No. Now that I’ve met my dream girl, no one compares to you. Not even close. You had me on edge all night with all your texts and videos. Couldn’t even think about anyone but you, baby.”

It was partly true. No one really can compare to Camille. But I was thinking a little bit about Cindy because she was looking really tasty tonight and I’ve had her before so I know what she looks like naked. Even with that, I still didn’t want her as much as I wanted to come back to my flat and call Camille, even though I can’t have Camille physically.

She nods and grins at me, “Okay, Daddy. But I am coming with you to London next time. Don’t want to be away from you.”

I nod and get back into position, still sporting a raging boner that needs attending, “Now, let’s get back to it, shall we? I think since Daddy was insensitive I’ll let you come as an apology. How’s that sound, baby?”

 Camille is quick to adjust herself and reinsert the dildo. We quickly get back to our mutual masturbation and I talk her through everything while she mewls and moans.

“Slowly. There you go. Don’t want you coming to fast. Daddy wants to come with you. Wish it were your sweet little pussy I was fucking into right now. This sleeve feels good but it’s no comparison to you. Daddy needs his baby badly.” I groan out as the beads press into my frenulum just right.

“Oooh, yes, Daddy! That makes me feel so good. I’m pretending this is you fucking into my cunt but it’s so hard because you stretch me out like nothing else. I miss how deep you get into my tummy, how hard you thrust into me and poke things inside of me that nothing else has ever touched.”

We both pant and moan for a bit and my orgasm is coming back quickly.

“Just a few more days, baby and I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you. Gonna have you squirting all over me. Make it so you can’t walk. You’ll have to take off work for a whole week just so I can tend to you and fuck you and make up for lost time. How’s that sound?”

“Yes! I want it. I want you. I need you to beat my ass hard too, so I can’t sit and then you have to help me with everything so you don’t leave my side, and you just fuck me softly for hours and we both miss work…”

She gasps and I can hear how wet she is. It’s driving me insane. I want her so bad. I want her with me all the time.

“I’ll do whatever you want, baby. We’ll do it all together, okay. Now, daddy’s about to come so I need you to tell me how close you are. Are you rubbing your clit nice and firm how I told you?”

“Fuck… I am… I’m going to come as soon as you allow me. I’m ready to gush all over this dildo, daddy. Please!”

I stroke the sleeve over my cock quickly and focus on my tip where my frenulum is and I whine her name as my thighs begin to shake.

“You’re Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you? Fuck baby. I’m gonna come, just imagining coming inside of your hot pussy and filling you to the brim. Shit. Shit!” It feels good and looking at her mouth dropped open with her fingers rubbing over her clit and her other hand being used to fuck the dildo into her cunt has me tipped over to the end as I begin to come into my sleeve with a loud groan.

“Come with me now, baby. Let me hear you, come. Daddy’s coming right now!”

The connection we have on the phone just doesn’t do this moment justice. It’s as hot as it can be since we’re on different continents, and I can see her but it’s not like being with her in person. Her moans are muted from the way my phone lets her voice come through, the picture is pretty good, but it’s nothing like seeing how shiny she gets and how she drips down to her asshole. I want to lick her up and feel her shaking as she comes around my cock. Having sex with her is like nothing else.

I can hear she’s orgasming and I wish I could see better how wet she is, but I can hear the slick noises and her own whimpers as she comes down from her orgasm.

I slow down my movements and breathe out a sigh as I wither into my bed. I needed that. I think she did too.

When we’re both back to our senses we laugh and clean up together. I take my phone with me into my bathroom and she goes into hers.

“You’re definitely coming with me next time. As much as I enjoy phone sex with my girl, there’s nothing better than having the real thing. I want you with me at all times. Even if I have to kidnap you.” I chuckle, only half kidding. I’m ready to force her to quit her job and be with me all the time. Waiting for me when I get home, no panties, dripping she’s so desperate because she’s missed me while I’m work all day. I just want her to myself and I can admit I’m totally gone for her.

Once I’ve gotten into bed she stays on the phone with me until I’ve fallen asleep. She’s got work and with the time difference, it’s still midday for her. I find myself whining about her having to go to work before finally falling into a peaceful sleep.

Part 15*

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Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Requested by @hstyleswritten : you and Tom make tik toks on set that test your friendship

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“Hi tik tok.” You waved to your camera. “I’m not sure who’s gonna see this but I wanted to announce that I’ll be playing Black Cat in the MCU going forward. I just saw that the news broke online and-“

“-and she’s my girlfriend.” Tom jumped on your couch and wrapped his arms around you. “Did she tell you she’s my girlfriend? I finally got one.”

“All right, relax.” You chuckled as you playfully pushed Tom off of you. “I’m his girlfriend in the movies. Tom and I are just friends.”

“Why’d you have to kill my vibe?” He teased as he hugged you again. “Who is this video for anyway?”

“It’s for tik tok.” You told him.

“Oh. Hi tic tac!” He waved to your camera, making you burst out laughing.

“No it’s not…you know what? It doesn’t even matter. Bye tik tok.” You waved goodbye.

“Bye tic tac! Are they sponsoring you?” Tom asked as you posted the video.

“Uh uh.” You said sarcastically. “Tic Tac is sponsoring me. I get free breath mints for life.”

“Really?” Tom gasped. “You’re so lucky.”

“I’m joking.” You laughed. I don’t think they sponsor anyone. Wait, look. I already got a few thousand followers.”

Tom looked at your phone and patted your back to show he was impressed.

“Wow.” He smiled. “Look at you.”

“Please.” You rolled your eyes. “They’re following for you.”

“Darling, don’t be ridiculous.” Tom tutted as he pinched your cheeks. “They’re following to see this pretty face.”

“No.” You giggled as you pulled out of his grasp. “It’s for you.”

“We should make more of these.” Tom suggested.

“Oh, trust me.” You told him. “I plan to.”

~

“Hi Tik Tok. I’m on set right now. I can’t show you anything or I will be smited but look who I’m with.” You grinned as you rested your head on Toms shoulder and panned the camera to him.

“Hi.” Tom smiled at you. “What’s this for?”

“Tik tok.” You told him. “Say hi.”

“Hi tik tok.” Tom waved. “What is tik tok anyway?”

“It’s a dating app.” You told him casually as you posed.

“What?” He stammered, his jealously getting the better of him.

“I’m kidding.” You chuckled, making him sigh in relief. “It’s kinda like vine. Remember vine?”

“Is that that thing you showed me with the “road work ahead” guy?” Tom wondered, always confused with changing technology.

“Yeah, that’s it.” You laughed again at his choice of references.

“Uh, I sure hope it does.” Tom quoted in the style of the vine. “Was that good?”

“That was perfect.” You complimented, smiling at how he looked to you for approval. “I’m so posting this.”

Tom leaned on his hand and watched you fondly as you uploaded the video.

“How many followers do you have, love?” He asked as he gazed at you.

“13 million.” You showed him your phone and shook it proudly.

“Wow.” His eyes widened. “Already?”

“What can I say? They all want to see this pretty face.” You teased as you pinched his cheeks, just as he did to you.

“Unhand me, woman.” He laughed. “That’s seriously impressive. I can’t believe my best friend is the face of tic tacs.”

You rolled your eyes at his joke as he laughed at himself before checking the comments on your latest video.

~

“Okay I’ve been getting a bunch of comments to do more tik toks with Tom so I’m gonna pull some pranks on him.” You said as you set up your phone. “He should be coming to my trailer any minute.”

Soon enough, Tom opened your trailer door and set a package of baby carrots and some hummus on your counter.

“Hey.” You said stiffly, keeping your eyes on your phone.

“Hi beautiful.” Tom smiled at you. “Whatcha up to?”

“Nothing.” You mumbled. “Just sitting here.”

“Are you okay? You seem upset.” Tom noticed. You flicked your eyes to the camera and smirked a little before going in for the kill.

“You could have been nicer to be today.” You said quietly, still keeping your eyes down.

Toms eyes widened before filling with sadness as he took a seat next to you in the couch.

“I’m sorry, princess. What did I do that made you feel like that?” He apologized as he rubbed your back.

“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it.” You said coldly as you turned away from him.

“Is this because I said my butt looked bigger in my suit than yours looked in your suit?” Tom asked, making you break.

“You didn’t say that.” You laughed as you turned around.

“But I’ve been thinking it all day.” He grimaced, resulting in you hitting him with a pillow.

“You think I didn’t see you camera?” He laughed as he pointed to your phone. “You’re making a clip clop.”

“It’s a Tik Tok.” You corrected as you hit him with another pillow. “And I hate you.”

“Guys. Send help.” Tom said as he grabbed your phone. “My best friend is trying to kill me.”

Tom let out a scream as you chased him but the video ending and perfectly cut off his scream. You burst out laughing when you watched it back and added some hashtags before posting it.

“How many followers are you at now?” He asked once you caught up to him and tackled him onto the bed.

“23 million.” You told him as you shook your phone in his face.

“Wow. All thanks to me.” He pretended to flip some hair behind his shoulder.

“Shut up.” You shoved him playfully. “I’m so gonna get you back for this.”

~

Your plan to get Tom back went into motion the following week when the two of you were hanging out in his trailer.

You set the camera up and gave it a thumbs up before putting your feet back in his lap. You watched him scrolling on his phone for a moment before letting out a loud sigh.

“Are you all right?” Tom immediately noticed your sigh.

“I’m fine.” You said flatly.

“You don’t sound fine.” Tom insisted as he rubbed his thumb against your ankle.

“I am.” You shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”

“If somethings bothering you, it matters to me.” Tom said gently.

“Whatever.” You grumbled. “Don’t worry about it.”

Tom pouted for a moment when he realized he wouldn’t be getting through to you before an idea came to him. He sudden yanked you by the ankles onto his lap and began to tickle your sides.

“Are you fine now?” He teased as you burst into laughter. “Does this feel fine?”

“You can stop now.” You said between fits of laughter. “I’m okay. It was for a tik tok.”

“You’re making another tik tok?” He asked as he found the camera.

“Yup.” You smiled proudly as you reached for the camera. “Bye guys!”

~

Knowing Tom was in the eating area, you went to see him with another idea for a video. You discreetly set up your phone next to Tom before going through with your plan.

“Hi Tommy.” You greeted him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You placed a kiss on his cheek before sitting down.

“Hi. Aw.” He chuckled fondly and rubbed your back as you sat down. “What was that for?”

“I just wanted to kiss you.” You shrugged.

“Aw.” He repeated as his cheeks heated up. “Thank you.”

Just as you hoped, Tom leaned in to kiss your cheek. You smiled warmly at him before wiping the kiss off with your sleeve.

“Did you just wipe it off?” Toms smile fell when he saw what you did.

“Hm?” You hummed as you leaned on your hand.

“You wiped my kiss off.” He repeated, visibly offended now.

“Sorry. It was a little wet.” You shrugged.

“So are my eyes in two minutes if you don’t let me give you another one.” Tom pouted.

“All right.” You agreed. “Try not to soak me this time.”

Tom kissed your cheek again and you gave it a minute before wiping it off.

“Oh My God.” He gasped and got up. “I’ve never been this insulted in my life.”

“Wait.” You laughed as you grabbed his hand. “Come back. It was for a tik tok.”

“Again?” He smiled in relief as he sat back down. “How do I keep falling for these?”

“I don’t know, but I’m glad you do.” You chuckled. “You’re getting me a lot of followers.”

“I’m telling you and tik tok right now.” Tom pointed at the camera. “I’m never falling for one again.”

“Yeah right.” You snorted. “He so is.”

And he so did.

“Hey.” You said causally as you walked in to Toms hotel room and found his sitting on the bed.

“Hi.” He said back as you knelt down in from of him. “Oh? What are we doing?”

“Just sit back.” You smiled at him, his eyes widening as you spread his legs apart. He leaned over to see what you were doing right as you picked up a pen you had planted under his bed earlier.

“Thanks.” You held up the pen. “I’ve been looking everywhere for this.”

“Wait, what?” Tom sputtered as you got up from the floor. “That’s it?”

“What’s it?” You asked innocently as you clicked the pen a few times.

“You were just getting a pen?” He gulped as he crossed his legs.

“What did you think I was doing?” You played dumb as you looked at him through your lashes.

“Nothing.” Tom said skeptically as he took a pillow from the bed and placed it over his lap.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.” You tilted your head to the side.

“It doesn’t matter.” Tom muttered as he held the pillow down.

“Uh huh.” You nodded. “Is there a reason you’re crossing your legs?”

“No. For an unrelated reason, I have to use the bathroom.” He got up quickly, keeping the pillow where it was as he ran to the bathroom. You grabbed your phone and saved the video to your drafts, smirking to yourself as you watched it back. You posted it just as a very sheepish Tom came out of the bathroom.

“Good evening.” He said stiffly as he held his hands behind his back.

“Hey.” You chuckled. “Feeling better?”

“Yes.” He narrowed his eyes at you. “I do.”

“Good.” You smirked. “Glad to hear it.”

“You’re sneaky.” He pointed at you accusingly. “You’re a sneaky little snake and I don’t appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged simply.

“Oh, don’t you?” Tom mimicked you.

“Tom, come on. This isn’t fair.” You sighed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Stop being so hard on me.”

“I hate you.” Tom said decidedly as you giggled shamelessly. “I seriously hate you.”

“Aw. But I love you.” You pouted as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yeah, right.” He scoffed. “Was that for that stupid app?”

“Yep.” You popped the p. “Thanks for 30 million followers, by the way.”

“30 million?” He asked. “You’re gonna have to do something huge to get to 50 million.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” You told him. “I have just the thing.”

~

“Okay, Toms in the bathroom but he’s coming back any second. This has been the most requested one by far, so I’m gonna do it.” You smiled nervously. “This is the “kissing my best friend” challenge.”

Your hands shook as you set your phone up on the nightstand just as Tom came out of the bathroom.

“Come here.” You pulled Tom by the hand until he was next to you on the bed. “I wanna show you this song.”

Your thighs and shoulders were brushing as Electric Love played, a small smile resting on Toms lips as he listened to it.

“This is a nice song.” Tom said softly as he turned to you. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah. I really like it.” You mumbled as you pulled his face to yours and kissed him. Toms eyes widened in surprise before fluttering shut. He kissed you back eagerly, placing his hands over yours to keep you close. He pulled away after a moment and rested his forehead against yours, sighing happily as the music stopped.

“Did you actually want to kiss me or was that for a video?” He asked suddenly.

“Both.” You giggled before kissing him again. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now. Tik tok just gave me a perfect opportunity.”

“So that was real?” He asked hopefully. “That wasn’t one of your pranks?”

“No.” You shook your head, your noses brushing against each other. “It was not a prank.”

“Thank god.” He sighed in relief and covered your face in kisses. “I was planning on kissing you, by the way. I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.”

“Uh huh.” You humored him as you uploaded the video. “Sure you were.”

“I was.” He insisted. “I had a whole speech planned.”

“Really?” You looked at him. “Tell me your speech?”

“Something along the lines of you’re beautiful, you’re magical, and I want to be your boyfriend more than anything.” He shrugged casually. “No biggie.”

“Aw. Too bad you were too chicken to say it.” You teased.

“Shut up.” Tom laughed. “I was gonna get there.”

“Look.” You showed him your phone. “I posted that less than five minutes ago and it already went viral.”

“What did I tell you?” Tom sighed happily.

“You told me what?” You looked at him curiously. He chuckled a little and pinched your cheeks.

“It’s all because of that pretty face.”

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[touyasdoll]

Aizawa x Reader, a gift. — ℊ

You sobbed out as you came again, one orgasm right after the other due to your Master giving your tail a harsh yank right near the base as soon as he felt you reach a crescendo the first time cuming. This was the first time you were having sex with him and you knew you were done for. Sometimes, you were certain your Master had a cat quirk, too. Just a more passive one, at least until today when he had come up behind you, pinned you to the couch and bit the back of your neck until you slumped in submission.

Not that he had had to wait very long for you to submits only fighting back from the surprise of the action. You had learned early on that you weren’t one to take the reigns in the bedroom. You were so far from being a dominant person that you had begun to question yourself. It took two relationships fizzling out at your “lack of passion”, as one called it, and an accidental crashing of a fellow heroine’s “dungeon party” to figure it out.

But you did get it figured it out, all with your fellow heroines help. She had helpfully guided you as your first dom, taken you on herself that very night and the next few weeks as well, teaching you as much as having you experiment. She had laughed when you had told her about the passion comment in the aftermath of a session — mainly because she had just gotten through with having you on your hands and knees, begging to taste her, then begging to be used and taken before sucking off her strap on and being bent over a desk where she did indeed take. You had pouted in embarrassment at her reaction, so once more she took you over the desk that night, going farther than before with a wicked smirk as she made you yowl, dissolving into begging to cum again between absolutely filthy promises to all she asked, all just to prove that “a lack of passion” was most certainly the not in any way true. Your former partners just hadn’t known how to be what you needed. And that was fine. You just had to find what you needed in someone you clicked with — after you fulfilled your promises to her. You were going to be sore for months, you had thought, but found yourself enjoying every moment of sinfully wonderful pleasure as you soaked up all she diligently taught you.

Which is when she introduced you to Aizawa Shouta, aka the underground hero Eraserhead, a friend of hers from their school days. You both had moved slowly, learning about one another before today had come.

He had asked you to sit down and then silently brought out an elegant tray with a collar, a beautiful amethyst one that matched your eyes, with a matching lead (that was unattached for now, not even out of its delicately showcased packaging) and set of accessories. There were silk blindfolds, cuffs and ties, three stud and three hooped piercings, a beautiful clit clip that was evidentially expensive by appearance alone, several matching clamps, a y-shaped chain to connect them, an anal plug trainer set, a vibrator, a gag and several other items all complimentary in colour and design to the collar and lead. Your eyes roamed over everything carefully, recognizing pieces from your training that made you gulp, mouth going dry as you couldn’t help but image him putting them on you, using them on you. You squirmed in your seat, rubbing your thighs together before a sharp word has you stilling, your attention back on your boyfriend.

Shouta then carefully and completely set up terms and rules to follow, going as far as to set up three different safe words of your choice. He looked at you as if you were a gift waiting to be opened as you went through the discussion with your well being as the topic. When the collar went on, so too did he become Master. What he said was to be followed. You gave a small whine, already feeling yourself slip a bit. You wanted to be his, you needed to be his and this was taking too slow!

He obviously could tell as he let out an irritated sigh and quickly pinned you to the couch on your stomach. Your hands were held tightly behind your back and a knee was settled between your legs, making it so you couldn’t escape back or forward so long as he held you tight. His mouth was right behind your ear as he firmly commanded you to be still. Your heart dove into your stomach and bounced right back out as he repeated himself before making sure you understood by repeating him.

As soon as you replied with your knowledge of what he said and consent he bit the back of your neck. Just which one of you had the cat quirk again?

Your answer came in the form of a nip to your ear that causes both to flatten to your head in reflex. You had zoned out and your Master looked amused.

“Still with me, Kitten?”, he asked, a hand moving through your hair, causing you to purr loudly.

You gave a soft mewl at the affection in his tone and nodded, leaning further into his hand at your hair, noting the other was massaging your breast, giving gentle squeezes and then tugging lightly at your nipples sending a shiver down your spine. If he kept that up….. “Yessir,” you responded, blinking slowly up at him, not quite looking at his eyes.

“Good,”he nodded, letting out an amused huff as your head presses him for more petting. Shouta pressed back, gripping your hair as he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a firm but loving kiss.

As the kiss broke you mewled questioningly, head tilting as much as you could, “Good Kitten?” You hoped you were. He seemed pleased, but you had to ask to be sure. You didn’t want to disappoint your new Master, not now, not ever. You had already started off distracted, but he seemed to let that pass.

Shouta chuckled, a wicked hint to it, and you felt his clever fingers tweak your nipples eliciting a moan before both hands traveled down your body.

“Excellent Kitten,” he replied, one hand slipping to press against and squeeze your ass, bringing your body even closer to him. The other slipped around to between the both of you and honed in on your clit, rubbing it in even measure. “My Kitten.”

“Oh!” You let out a sound of surprise as you began to squirm as he began to play your body, the first round and break done with the second beginning. “All yours! All for Master! Master’s Kitten, Master’s pet, Master’s, Master’s!”

The words played out like a chant as the hand on your rear moved to cup your hip and readjust your body to fit his. You’re core was matched with his cock and took just one smooth thrust before it slipped into your pussy, bottoming out. You gasped in surprise again before moaning loudly. “Master….!”

“Yessss,” he grunted in pleasure, thrusting his hips forward with a sharp snap to bury himself almost far more impossibly deeper. “Fits perfectly, Kitten. Your used little pussy, opening up and swallowing me right up, Pet! My Kitten’s tight little pussy, taking me so perfectly! Knows who it belongs to! Going to make it so it’ll fit me and only me, Kitten. So you’ll only get wet for me, can only be filled up right by me, can only cum for me. Only for your Master, who you only belong to, isn’t that right?”

“Only for Master, only Master’s.” You nodded quickly, beginning to babble as you repeated his words to show you understood. You wore his collar. You were his Kitten, his pet and only his. You followed his words and your body would only be filled up right by him. By your Master. “Master’s pussy, Master’s pussycat! So good for Master! Only Master, only Master’s pussy, only fit, only wet for him, only Masters Please! Please please please! Master! Oh!”

With each deep, slow thrust Shouta gave you, you promised, you begged. And he smirked smugly with a touch of sadistic. He’d keep you begging for a few more minutes. See if he could bring out some more promises, maybe get you to agree to those piercings — he had the tools for it. You would look so good laying on the table, trying to stay still like he would order, only to fail and have to be tied up. He’d then pierce you, listening to your restrained whimpers as he took care to fasten and clean you up, admiring the gorgeous sight of you with them, then reminding you with a sadistic smirk that you couldn’t have your tight, sweet little pussy used up any until it healed. Same with your sweet nipples, just to be safe, of course. You wouldn’t be allowed to touch yourself, either.

You would whine and whimper, wanting to be filled with your Master’s cock and that’s when he’d bring out the set of training plugs. You’d be so eager, needing to be filled now that you found out you couldn’t. He’d prepare you maddeningly slow, letting you squirm some more on his fingers, but giving your ass a firm warning smack when you wouldn’t settle. Shouta could picture it perfectly, accurately too as you would indeed react true to his predictions, even going further to his surprise. Just because you couldn’t use your pussy didn’t mean you couldn’t use your mouth, too.

And he’d soon learn how addicting your mouth would be. How much he’d come to love watching you be spit roasted between him and your toys, maybe even just between your toys, practically choking on a dildo, drooling around the thick and textured replica like a slutty little kitty as a large vibrator made your tail stand straight up as it pushed into you from behind, slowly and then with a last harsh thrust to bury itself inside that would have you yowling? What of two sex machines, perhaps? Or maybe three, with you tied in his scarf, wrists bound up as you bent forward on your knees, a spreader bar locking your legs wide open as one machine thrust into your delicious pussy, another your ass and the final one into your mouth, slick and drool making for lewd squelching sounds with every movement as he sat back and jerked off to the amazing scene before him again and again? Maybe he’d even tape it. He’s sure Nemuri would appreciate it, as a gift.

Maybe he’s even allow another person to help spir roast you, if there was anyone else worthy of being able to use what belongs to him, that is. Worthy of his perfect pet’s beautiful holes, excellent body. Just perfect, just right, just his.

Shouta’s pet, his obedient little Kitten.

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Deepest apologies that this is so messy, but I was in a hurry to share while I have so many things to do. I’m thrilled you want to continue up the last bits I have left you and I cannot wait to read it. Have a lovely week!

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Thank you for the wonderful meal, g 😩😩

Aizawa simps, come & eatttt 💕

[shojimezolovemail]

Smile for the Camera

reader is a camboy, sero is sad bc they broke up but endeavor is in the chat and reader fucks him <3

A/N: originally written for a friend but i thought enji stans would enjoy! requests are always open :3

warnings: smut, reader has feminine body parts but is technically gender neutral!

also available on ao3

You didn’t want to end things the way they did with Sero. It was heart wrenching just thinking about it but you knew it was probably for the best that you split up. He did cheat on you after 9 years after you had moved in and almost had children together.

You had received a call from Kirishima the night that it happened and didn’t want to believe him at first. Why would your husband of 4 years do something like that? The boy sent photos and clips of Sero grinding up on Kaminari kissing all over his chest.

Your stomach dropped and you immediately blew up his phone. The two didn’t even get the chance say their goodbyes as you packed up and left during the time Sero was out. You tried to call him or Kaminari or anyone at that event. Kirishima offered to leave early to help but you couldn’t bare to be around anyone besides yourself.

That was almost 6 months ago and now you’re steady living on your own in an apartment near the city. It was nice and easy to manage, though a bit lonely.

You started a side hustle as a camboy in the last few months and gained quite the attention. You rarely showed your face but the body you inhabited was basically rented on the internet for whoever was interested.

A couple hundred people would join by this point, sending gifts and compliments as you got yourself off on camera. The vibrations and idea of that many people gawking at you was enough to break the dam, cumming over the comforter you laid upon.

You dizzily sat yourself up against a few pillows and curled a finger into your pussy, lapping at your fingers with your tongue to clean them. The chat went wild at the view, pouring out praises and fantasies.

A large tip came through and you nearly doubled over. There were at least 3-4 zeros behind the number received.

“Thank you so much, hellflamedhero. I take it you’re an Endeavor fan? What I would give to be between those tits of his.”

You, unknowing of the dilemma you just caused the number one hero on the other side of the screen.

“I’ll be logging off for the night but, it was always a pleasure to play with you all. See you soon!” and with that, the show was over and so was the fantasy.

Enji leaned back in his desk chair and palmed himself a little, a groan escaping his lips. He had been a fan of this particular camboy for a few weeks now, you were able to appeal to something deep within him. He’d be joining your cams whenever he could.

He rose and returned to his bed chambers for the evening, keeping the images of you fucking yourself for safe keeping.

You started another cam session for ‘premium’ members of your community a few nights later and of course, Enji bought right into it. You were riding a dildo suctioned to what looked to be your bathroom floor.

His jeans grew tighter at the sight, a hand going to palm himself through the rough denim and match the pace of your movements.

The camboy let out pitiful whimpers, begging a non-existent person for the high of an orgasm and Enji nearly came without actual contact to his cock.

You leaned forward to read the chat as they continued to bounce yourself but slower to not overwhelm your own mind.

Enji’s free hand typed faster than he could even process, “I would pay any money in the world to just get between those hips, if you’d allow me the pleasure.”

“Oh my dear hellflamehero, you coudl do anything to me for free. No payment necessary, you practically keep my lights on,” you laughed before a moan erupted from your mouth.

He rushed to unbutton his pants and pull his cock out, stroking himself at the replay of words in his head. His head leaned back, hips jerking into themselves as he imagined he was the one making this pretty camboy shake.

Soon you resumed your regular session, taking a few requests from the chat and following their wishes. “I bet you wish you were here, hm? Getting to make me feel like this,” You whined, back arching as you teased the audience.

Enji continued stroking his cock, immediately tipping you almost $7,000 with a private message directed to you and squeezed himself. You dipped to check the chat and eyes widening, not just from the amount of money but the message attached. “Here’s my private number. Send a message. I’d like to take you out sometime.”

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Sometime after that session, Enji received a message from you and began chatting.

Unknown (Possibly Camboy)

“Is it ok for me to ask who you are? You obviously know me form my camboy reputation.”

Enji

“Of course. It’s natural to be curious. I would prefer to introduce myself in person. When can you meet for coffee?”

Pretty Camboy

“I’m free this weekend, send me the details and I’ll be sure to meet you :)”

Enji

“Sounds good to me. Thank you.”

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The weekend rolled around and the two were off to the diner they agreed to meet at. You were very nervous, overthinking and assuming the worst. What could this customer possibly want that wouldn’t be provided over a session?

Enji arrived earlier to the diner and was sat in a booth toward the back to bring too much attention to himself, despite his stature.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you made eye contact with the number one hero. A brief smile flashed across his face to show no malice but you couldn’t help but be nervous.

You approached the booth and sat across from him, gazing over what was visible of his body. “It’s very nice to meet you, Endeavor.”

“The pleasure is all mine...?”

“Oh! My name is [Y/N] I don’t usually disclose it over my session but I suppose the number one hero could use the information,” you laughed a little.

“Very nice to meet you then, [Y/N]. You’re even more attractive in person, if I may say.”

You blushed and brushed off the compliment, “Thank you, thank you,” you rested your head on your hands, “I do have to ask - why did you request to meet me?”

Now it was Enji’s turn to blush but only slightly and drop his voice’s volume, “I have kept your little comments about me under my belt and...I’m very attracted to you.”

You widened their eyes and nodded as he spoke, “I’m honored and a bit embarrassed that you had to hear me say that.”

“No need to be embarrassed, especially if you knew the fantasies I have about you. Would you care to join me tonight?”

“Oh! I’d love to but I’m supposed to have a live show tonight...the viewers don’t like it if I reschedule.”

Enji let a little smirk dance across his lips, “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if I joined, hm?” He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear and you nearly fainted.

You let out a nervous laugh and thought about it for a moment before nodding slowly. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to mix up my content. You better let me play with these tits though, hm?”

He chuckled and crossed his arms, “I guess I’ll see you later? I’ve got to get on patrol soon. I’ll message you the address to my home soon.”

You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before standing and bidding him farewell.

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When the time to arrive at Enji’s came, the nerves were bubbling up again and they only seemed to get worse as your eyes met Shoto’s as the two entered the home.

Shoto squinted and looked over you, meeting the linked hands between you and his father. Enji had a loose grin on his lips, almost giddy. Thankfully Shoto wouldn’t be around long enough to find out whatever the two had under their sleeve or in that carrying case.

Once Shoto left, your phone began blowing up and you had to excuse yourself into another room to see what was happening. You unlocked their phone and sighed seeing the multiple texts from Sero’s number.

You began seeing red and immediately answered the call coming in, “Can I help you?”

“Hey [Y/N], was just tryna check in on you. Haven’t seen you around lately,” Sero mused.

“I think it’s for the better that we haven’t seen each other around. I moved near the city and got a new job. I don’t really have time to obsess over my past.”

“Woah, woah, who said I’m obsessing? I just miss you. I feel really bad for what I did. Do you think we can talk?”

“You lost the privilege to speak to me the night you fucking cheated on me. Get a fucking life and stop butting into mine.” You hung up the call and peaked out of the room you entered to accept the call

“Everything alright?” Enji questioned, seeing a change in mood from you.

“Not really but I’d rather enjoy my time with you, handsome. Let me get set up and I’m all yours.”

You disappeared into the larger room at the end of a hallway, assuming it was Enji’s and beginning to set up the equipment you brought.

Enji bent down to see what you were doing before you attacked his lips and pushed him back on the bed. You hovered over him and turned to face the camera, “I have a very special treat for my viewers. I’ll be fucking with this beefy dilf and he’ll be scrambling my brains, just for the show!”

You left gentle kisses wherever you could reach until you finally took Enji’s cock out of his pants. “Oh baby, you’re already so hard. I can tell you’re a shower. I don’t even think it’ll fit.”

“We’ll make it for, sweetheart.” Enji immediately yanked at the clothing covering your body and hummed once it was removed out of his way.

Your hands made quick work on his cock, spitting to create some lubricant and grinding against the tip, teasing around it.

He grabbed your hips and dug his nails into them, surely leaving marks. “A bit antsy aren’t you?” You slowly sank yourself down onto the large extremity, twitching at the stretch and length.

“You’re almost at the hilt, you’re doing so good. Just a little bit more for me?” He mused and you sunk down, slowly beginning to fuck onto the pro hero.

You ran your hands over his chest, squeezing the large breast like mounds on his chest and nearly toppling over when Enji began fucking into them. “H-hey! If you’re gonna do that, at least flip me over.”

With that, you were on your back and was being absolutely ravaged by the number one hero, a large hand groping your boobs and lips trailing over the skin of your neck.

You could barely process what was happening besides the pleasure coursing through your body, overwhelmed by the pure bliss you were feeling. No one had ever fucked you this good. It felt like a third eye was open.

Enji slowed his thrusting after a while and hovered over you, “Can I, uh, cum on you? Hate to waste this moment.”

You took a moment to nod and wiggled out from under him, immediately positioning yourself to be in view of the camera.

He stoked himself, using his free hand to finger you and get you their final act of pleasure. You almost immediately came from the first set of fingers entering you.

Enji let out a loud grunt before cumming all over your mouth.

“Smile for the camera, sweetheart”.

[worstloki]

Top Forty Thor-Being-Thor Moments from Thor 1

just absolute dumb*ssery that this 7yr old kid’s life goal is to “hunt down the monsters and slay them all”. I’ll go easy on him here and let the Thor/Loki expressions do the talking because of “...just like you did Father” but seriously can his hands even fit around a sword handle??? this kid isn’t even punching the air right??? if there was a sword in his hand he would’ve cut his head with the way he’s moving???? pure tiny-himbo energy here just look at that >:o face he’s making. contrasts very nicely with Loki’s ‘,:|. 10/10. such a baby idiot.

“the jotuns must pay for what they have done! they broke into the weapons vault! if the frost giants had stolen even one of these relics!” thor. thor please. can you even name one of these relics. thor. hey thor. thor. shut up. “well, what would you do about this?” odin asks him. “march into jotunheim! like you once did! break their spirits! so they’ll never try anything like this again!” wow okay so we’ve fast-forwarded by like a thousand years and thor is still going on about genocide. huh. that’s funny, i thought loki was the genocidal one. hmm. i also just realized that the loki exclusive clip gives loki the same hairstyle thor has here so do what you will with that information.

0/10. horrible. terrible. i dont care how angy thor is about not getting to kill some jotuns or become king today this very instant, that is a tremendous waste of food. an absolute fool. how can he just remorselessly throw the bread to the floor. if loki stabbed him when he was 7 he would deserve it for this table flip alone. what a privileged white *ssh*le.

loki came skulking around a corner and suggested not to go to jotunheim and not only did thor not suspect anything but he also then went on to decide to go to jotunheim. 10/10 himbo material. 

if tumblr didn’t have a picture limit i would put every instance of thor smiling in this list because look at that stupid smile. he’s such an idiot. 11/10. this is the thor content i’m here for.

“I have no plans to die today” thor says with the stupidest open-mouthed smirking smile ever captured on film. right after he also told heimdall not to tell anyone they’re gone. he’s literally planned to strand them on jotunheim. thor’s grand plan was to strange themselves on jotunheim and also start a fight. i repeat: thor’s plan was to successfully slay all the frost giants and not need to return until they’re all gone. what an absolute d*mb*ss. this is getting ridiculous. this was originally a top-ten-thor moments list but i’m not even twenty minutes in so i’ll have to extend the list. thor. thor are you listening? thor, you’re such an idiot.

“HOW DID YOUR PEOPLE GET INTO ASGARD?!” thor you sweet sweet summer idiot, please, i am beggin,g you,, learn to rea,d , a room,, literally everyone else who came with you is regretting it, there is complete silence and only the rumble of the opposing king is meeting your “I AM THOR, SON OF ODIN”s, please, please take some notes from Loki, or, you know, literally anyone else in the room, since everyone is asking you to get out of this realm while you still can,

thor’s stupid smile makes an appearance after he gets called a princess and decides to fight a whole realm over it. you know what? thor is a princess. he’s the prettiest princess in all the lands. what’s thor gonna do about it? is he going to fight me too? I hope he does the stupid grin first. minus 15 points for the sexism. thor is a complete and utter sadistic fool who needs to get a hobby. seriously, he’s 1500 years old and still going on and on about slaying all the frost giants. boi, i hate to break it to you, but your dad is not the best or only example of greatness out there. i don’t think your dad even qualifies as an example of that. 

“THEN. GO!” 🥰 ahh yes, just thor thingz 🥰🥰 like when one friend has had his arm burnt 🥰 and another friend has been impaled and needs medical attention, 🥰🥰 and all the rest of your friends are yelling for you, 🥰 and your brother is telling you they must go, 🥰 and you decide to buy everyone time by laughing maniacally and killing more frosties because you care for them and dont find joy in destruction like a loon 🥰🥰🥰 

THIS is the iconic Thor moment that makes my day whenever I think about it. Just Thor, an absolute bumbering 6′6′’ giant boodlusting dummy sees Odin and just decides to yell “FATHAA!! WE’LL FINISH THEM TOGETHAAA!” as if the last thing Odin told him wasn’t “no, thor, we’re not going to do anything to the frost giants, do not go after them and try to kill them all.” 11/10 d*mb*assery right here folks, I couldn’t ask for Thor to be more of a fool. This is PEAK Thor energy. Look at that face. I feel like Thor spends half this movie with his nostrils flared. I love it.

okay i gotta give thor credit for rightfully calling odin “an old man and a fool” but also there was not even 1 frame of the scene where Thor had a decent face so now all i see is >:O >:| >:o >:[ when i watch that scene. yelling at odin was great, not yelling at odin after he HUAERGHed at loki was less great, but to be fair it’s thor and he is the definition of Peak D*mb*ss. 

thor literally GROWLS and starts yelling “HAMMAA?? HAMMER??” over and over. He was hit by a van, he fainted, he woke up and started growling. I don’t know what else there is to say about this.

“you dare threaten me? puny human?”. so. uhh. basically. Thor knew she was threatening him? He KNEW she had a weapon? instead he made a face and started yelling as he tried to walk his way closer????? thor you complete and utter dum dum. you frickin hairball-for-brains. im not even surprised darcy tasered him. with that kind of face, i’d taser him too.

when you wake up in an unknown place to a person smiling at you without a stupid smile, the first step is always to attack first and ask questions later 😌😌😌 (but seriously thor you imbecile why didn’t you ask where you were instead of throwing multiple people around the room and getting your butt needled. you clueless buffoon. you’ll remain a clueless buffoon if you don’t listen to anyone.)

just a quick recap but thor was knocked unconscious by a van and these people kidnapped him aboard and the next scene we see him in he’s checking himself out in  mirror after presumably changing right there in the open?????? these are the things that make thor thor. any other character and i’d question it so much, but this is thor, and i truly believe this is in-character for him. just change in the open because why not? thor is a beefcake and that’s his only redeeming quality and he knows it. 10/10 thor moment. 

I am now convinced that Thor saw Jane and “5k van-hitter to lover slow-burn height-difference himbo-scientist trope” flashed through his mind.

“but no more smashing!” Jane says, and then Thor proceeds to check her out and smile unlike an idiot and like a douche. was this his version of flirting???? i’m not one to decide, but yes, yes it was. He threw a cup to the ground and broke it, and she’s getting mad at him and berating him about it, and he’s liking it. y’all i’m sorry to break it to you like this, but thor has a canon fetish. i am so, so sorry.

im DYING. THAT ISN’T EVEN A KISS, HIS MOUTH IS OPEN. he SMUSHES his mouth around her knuckle???? WHY. I can’t keep noticing things like this. send help. please. Jane’s response makes so much more sense now; she’s laughs for a solid 3 seconds and shakes her head and is like “uhh, thank you? ahaha,” and then she keeps looking back longingly when walking away. they are doing this in PLAIN sight of EVERYONE. Darcy and Erik are standing RIGHT THERE, and Thor is doing weird things to her with his mouth. I’m out. I am done here. goodbye. 

return of the stupid smile AND the douche smile in quick succession through the entire trip. their entire dialogue is peppered with innuendo. “I’ve never done anything like this before. have you ever done anything like this before?” “many times, but you are brave to do it.” “I have nothing else to lose.” “ah but you are clever, far more clever than anyone else on this realm.” “realm? rEaLm?” “you think me strange?” “yes” “good strange or bad strange?” “I haven’t decided yet.” I AM DYING OVER THIS. plus, we get Return Of The Himbo with Jane asking after Einstein Rosen bridges and Thor is like “uh, actually, more like a rainbow bridge 😜🤪” i feel so sorry for jane here, didn’t know how much of a d*mb*ss Thor was when signing up for this van-trip and knuckle-sucking 😭😭😭 i also no longer have questions about how the trip that SHOULD HAVE BEEN A HALF-HOUR ONE turned into one that LASTED TILL THE SUN WENT FROM THE MIDDLE OF THE SKY TO SETTING by the time they arrived. I have no questions. please. I don’t want to know what they were doing in that van. please no. don’t make me think about it.

thor’s plan had 3 steps and they were 1. give jane his jacket 2. walk in and get his hammer 3. fly out. that was literally his plan. he had the first “I have a plan. attack.” moment in the MCU. pure concentrated 0-brain-cells energy right here. how can you not stan this king of d*mb*ssery. look at him, flaunting his big boy muscles. he’s about get his hammer and fly out, like he just told jane with a trademark stupid-smile.

crop-top hair-mop thor is my favourite thor. the way the entire fight scene parallels a hamster in a maze only exemplifies the thor vibes for some inexplicable reason.

“you’re big. fought bigger.” + Thor douche-smile + subtext from earlier + rolling around passionately in the mud = not a happy me. 

I swear i’m not making up this romantic subtext but it’s barely even subtext. the entire scene leading up to Thor’s attempt at lifting the hammer is actually filmed erotically. I’m not kidding. First there’s a shot where Thor pulls aside a hamster-cage-wall blind which mirrors a shower-curtain, and THEN he walks around the hammer while smiling douche-ly at it, we get a few close-ups to his face which are shot from angles slightly lower than himself, giving him an aire of superiority, plus the music adds to this, he reaches out for the hammer’s handle with a mud-covered arm in the rain, in non-slow-motion slow-motion, and he wraps his arm around it, like, he fully twists his arm, unecessarily sexually, around it as he grabs the hammer. This is not okay. On the plus side, it makes the movie much more entertaining,, on the down side,,.

im not going to call Thor dumb for not knowing he’s not worthy. im not going to. because odin literally whispered the enchantment to mjolnir after he’d thrown thor to midgard. it is very funny watching thor grunt in frustration though. he starts yelling because he couldn’t lift the hammer and just lets himself get caught. like, dude, get a life, go buy a new weapon from the store, seriously. he mourns for the hammer on-screen longer than he does for loki. he also looks like he’s in far more pain here. he becomes catatonic and unresponsive after this, but when loki dies he’s already feasting the same afternoon. 10/10 dum dum thor material. never change thor, never change. (that’s code for please change, thor, please,)

thor trying to establish dominance wherever he goes is the funniest thing because at this point he’s being a complete asgardian *ss about it and it’s reaching points of pettiness never seen before. side note: he is possibly flirting with selvig too. maybe. i’m not saying anything happened, but Thor’s openning lines when bringing him home carried over his shoulder are “he’s fine, not injured at all,” followed with an apology to selvig, and an explanation to jane which consisted only of “we drank, we fought, he made his ancestors proud,” and then he puts the man to bed and before he falls asleep erik says “i still don’t believe you’re the g*d of th*nder, but you ought to be,” so... your choice, i guess...

thor’s got his trademark stupid smile and stupidly takes jane’s life’s work notebook and starts doodling in it about trees. the last time his father told him this story about Yggdrasil was when he was 5 and he clearly hasn’t payed attention to any lesson about anything since and it shows so so much. thank you thor. very insightful knowledge you’re passing on hear. ‘i come from a world where [science and magic] are one and the same,’ ok great, now elaborate on that please. oh, right, you can’t because you’re thor, my bad, 20/10 thor behaviour. he couldn’t even doodle nicely. all his lines are wobbly. epic art fail. i wouldn’t trust him near my sketchbook with a 2B pencil.

THIS is thor’s realization face. in case anyone was interested in what ‘dawning truth’ looked like on him. 😰😪 THIS is the face of a thinker, of a man betrayed by his own beloved brother for unprecedented reasons. look at the nuance in his expression. 😩😩😩 so many emotions, I can’t even count them all 😩💯😪

stupid smile and “do not worry my friends, i have a plan,” he says, “i’ll just try and abuse the fact that Loki’s super selfless and kind and has no self worth to my benefit as i have countless times before which is exactly what he’s rightfully angry about this time,” he doesn’t think to himself because that is NOT the smile of someone who is thinking... like, at all. +10000 points to gryffinthor. the d*mb*ssery really jumps out.

“im sorry bro for whatever i did and whatever you’re blaming me for as an excuse to do this, im sorry bro, but you’re disturbing innocents that i don’t really care about but you’re the one making a scene in front of them so why don’t you admit you won’t kill me and are just having a temper tantrum and we move on? hmm?” and then he proceeds to get slam dunked in the face with a metal arm like yEAAAA BOI that’s what you GET for going up against the SENTIENT LAVA-SPEWING metal-man ya absolute dunderhead clod. thunderhead clod? yeah, that. he’s just so dumb, your honour, please, you must understand, the victim pleads guilty on all charges of d*mb*ss and d*mb*ss alone.

I can NOT describe the emotions I feel knowing that Thor is suck-kissing Jane’s knuckles. Like, his mouth is literally jelly-ing it up against her hand. There is suction there and it shows when he is placing and removing his mouth. I promise that’s what is happening. I’m not any happier than you about this. I regret everything. This is why Loki should be what is focused on and not Thor; Thor’s going around trying to frick frack everything in sight even if it’s just Jane’s hand. He’s maintaining eye contact with Jane while he licks her fingers. Why did I decide to rewatch this movie. 

i’m only adding this in as a thor moment because of how desperately and badly they kiss. seriously. 2/10 kiss. im not surprised jane broke up with him. they look like two actual seals fighting over an actual grape. while i’m here i’m going to criticize every fic ever that decided thor is an experienced gentle lover. what were y’all on when watching this movie. thor can and will f*ck literally everything in sight and he won’t even do it well because he is the peakest of peak d*m d*m. look at this man. look at his face. that is the face of an absolute himbo idiot, and it’s the face of an absolute himbo idiot who knows it. he’s been stranded on earth for 2 days, max, and his flirt-count is at 69 people because his name is one letter away from thot. i bet his terrible use of a pen from early means he writes his ‘r’s like ‘t’s and he doesn’t even care. 1000/10 thor moment. doesn’t get much more romance-thor than two individuals smooshing their faces together after some finger sucking. that finger sucking is gonna leave jane simping for years. and that’s true love babey. <3

“I’ll handle my Brother!” Thor says, as if Loki didn’t send a metal-murder-bot that quite virtually killed him less than ten minutes ago asdfhkhsdgsdjf Thor, you horrific himbo you, Loki’s weapon of choice is literally throwing knives he will literally kill you before you enter the room if he’s on his game and wants you dead which he just proved he would do and you’re just gonna???????????? jog on over to him????? Thor??????????? bruH???????????? buddy??????? pal???????? you really wanna go 1v1 the brother you very clearly underestimate and know nothing about????????????????? im loving the confidence, but, no.

Loki: “you literally can’t stop this from here.” Thor, immediately: “i’m going to hit it with the hammer and see if that works” and then it does in fact work later... technically speaking, even if it ends up causing chaos destruction and death and loki falling off the bifrost 😔😔😔 but Big Brain Thor is the Biggest Brained Thor!!! The plan worked!! in a messy-Thor-ish way, but it did!!!

“you can’t kill an entire race!!!!” Thor yells, teeth gritted, as he faces his brother, his coward pacifist brother, who has suddenly decided he wants to join the age-old family tradition of realm-destroying, when this is supposed to be Thor’s dream, Thor’s, not Loki’s. How dare he, Thor thinks to himself, fist clenched around Mjolnir in anger, the pain of the handle pressing against his palm perhaps the only thing preventing him from lashing out at this thought, that’s my planet of monsters to slay, he should go get his own! Loki hits Thor across the face with the back-end of his spear. “Now fight me,” Loki says, but Thor, well, Thor cannot fight, as he remains stunned that of all things Loki would dare steal his life’s ambition, and he is sent sprawling backwards across the observatory, slowly but surely sliding to a stop despite his catatonic, very symbolic silence.

the elegance, the poise, i see your time on earth has made you no less graceful, Thor. the simple magnitude of this sprawl. the spread of the arms. the turn of the feet. this is not a dude, this is a man.

sometimes your brother starts vehemently talking about he’s gonna kill the race of monsters and about how he’s only ever wanted to be your equal and about how he’s not your brother and never was and sometimes you just have to say “this is madness” instead of addressing the issues or asking for any of the  deets 🔥 👊💯😩

Loki is whipping Thor’s butt. Both literally, and metaphorically, Loki is whooping Thor’s d*mb*ss. Earlier he knicked Thor’s face, now he’s just pushing Thor around, he uses the spear as a pole and later kicks Thor’s face by kicking vertically up, and Thor, bless him in all his blond golden muscled glory, doesn’t think anything is up with this, gosh he’s such an absolute utter idiot

sometimes your brother laughs way too much and also cries too much in a fight and there are also too many of him so you just need to blast lightning so you get a shot at all of them 😌😌😌 and then put your magical infinitely-heavy hammer on his chest 😌😌😌 but it’s okay because Thor left holes in Loki’s container 😌😌😌

now THIS is the meat to Thor’s funny bone, just the pure unadulterated humour that is Thor saying that there will never be a “wiser king” or a “better father” than Odin, it cracks me up every single time without fail, just the way he says it with a straight face and— what do you mean he wasn’t joking

look at Thor’s stupid smile as he asks Heimdall to spy on jane every single day while conveniently never asking after Loki ever. This is Thor’s face in mourning after he attended a feast after everyone was celebrating after Loki’s death. Look at his stupid smile. I love him your honour. He’s just,, he’s just so frickin stewpeed, just Thor being Thor, just the purest of d*mbest of *sses. 

[sloppythots-com]

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a/n: hihi so this is my first fanfic,,,go easy on me please aofhaeiufah im writing another one as we speak about reader painting corpsies nails :)

word count: 970

warnings: cursing, ooc, unedited, cringe, friends teasing each other teehee 

“hi everyone, welcome to the stream! i know it’s been like...a week since my last stream, yea sorry! i’ve been busy scrolling twitter and simping over aoc. i mean can you blame-” 

before you could finish your rant - or even start it-  about aoc, sean interrupted you, “aren’t you like the only one here you didn’t get to play with her?”

you gasped in surprise, he really had the audacity to disrespect you like that? you gave the camera a stern look and scoffed into the mic, “at least I’ll be able to vote for her in a couple of years, unlike you non-american citizen ass bitch!”

poki broke up the conversation before sean could reply. “okok, break it up kids! did you get the code y/n?” 

“um. yes? the one that starts with t?”

“that’s it! make sure you cover it up this time!~” rae teased.

“wait wait everyone shut up! i found a 10th person!” sean exclaimed excitedly. you look over at chat and see everyone freaking out, spamming “CORPSEY” and “ONLYHANDSONLYLHANDS”

as the others in the call talked about whatever, you turned to chat and let out a giggle. “you guys want corpse? i think i follow him on twitter, i don’t know much about him though - i think it’ll be a little awkward. i heard he has a really fucking nice-”

for the second time that evening, sean interrupted you, “CORPSE! hi, hello, what’s up, how are you?”

there was a couple of seconds of awkward silence, then who you assumed was corpse spoke up, “oh, hi guys. i’m-”

you quickly muted the call and yourself and screamed, “HOLY FUCKING SHIT. did you guys hear that? maybe i’m overreacting because i’ve been listening to seans pig squeals for the past eternity but holy shit. can a voice have my babies??” you rest your head in your hands and took a couple of deep breaths, “ok, so, chat. let’s make a deal. i will stream every day for a week straight if you don’t clip that and show ANYONE.” you looked up and saw the chat teasing you, even a couple donations with people telling you they already tweeted corpse. “you guys are grounded i can’t believe this - after all we’ve been through…”

you shook your head and unmuted the call, still mumbling under your breath about how much you hate it here. sean’s laugh was all you heard in your headset. you unmuted yourself and scolded sean, “shut up you leprechaun, i don’t want to listen to your dumb laugh!”

sean only laughed harder as everyone asked him what was so funny. He finally calmed down and explained himself, “y/n do you want to explain what i just saw?”

“what? wait… IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK-”

“can we start the game already?” poki complained, dragging out the syllables in ‘already’.

“marzia is watching y/n’s stream and she sent me this clip of y/n-”

“START THE GAME START THE GAME!” you screamed, watching as the messages flew by in chat. 

“don’t worry guys i’ll send the clip in chat-” sean laughed as the game started.

as ‘crewmate’ flashed across your screen, you groaned. “you know what? i’m unsubscribing from pewds, i can’t believe his wife would betray me like this! i thought we were friends, i spent like half my paycheck on her clothing line once! tsuki.market by the way - wait, no. i take that back.” you watched as everyone went their separate ways, well, almost everyone. corpse stayed behind with you, running circles around your orange bean. “oh god guys, do you think he saw the clip? oh my god oh my god, please kill me, “ you made your way to weapons with corpse following closely behind, “what if he’s upset and wants to kill me? holy shit. but i mean, it would be an honor to be killed at his hands. have you fucking seen them? homeboy is veiny as shit!” you watched as he finished up asteroids, and let out a sigh of relief when the task bar went up as he walked towards you. “ok, so i have soft confirm him as innocent? that’s kind of reassuring…”

 you two walked towards navigation and began your download, corpse standing next to you. you giggled to yourself, “is this true love? i wonder what he’s think- OH SHIT FUCK NO!” right as you were speaking, rae and sean walked in and before you could close the download and report rae for killing corpse you were brutally shot. “fuck, but i guess i died with the one and only corpse so it’s not that bad?” you sighed, but quickly smiled when you saw a red dot on the chat box. 

CORPSE

that was a hilarious reaction lmaooooooooooooo

“should i go for it chat? i could either risk my entire career or be a little pussy. i already embarrassed myself more than humanly possible tonight,” you mumbled. your eyes scanned the chat for the answer you wanted and you laughed, “mama ain’t raise no bitch!”

y/n

hilarious enough to get your number?

you spammed open and closed the chat and bit your lip nervously, “ok, that might’ve been a mistake but like at least i tried. remember kids, you never know what could’ve been unless you try-” you stopped mid-sentence as you read his response. 

CORPSE

maybe next time sweaty

you banged your desk in embarrassment, “i take back what i said, never try, never put yourself out there, all you’ll do is embarrass yourself to thousands of people in the chat of a game about killing rainbow beans in space!!” you read chat as people teased you, some pitying you. “all of you; go to your rooms. and give me your credit card information, you lost money privileges!”

[whorefordazai]

hii how are you? i hope you're good<3 uhm, I don't know how to use tumblr yet,, but if you're doing request,, can i ask for sfw and nsfw headcanons for sigma? i literally can't found anything of him😭

I kinda made this abnormally long unlike my other headcannons I’m sorry haha😅 but I had a lot of fun writing it !

sigma headcannons (sfw & nsfw)

ft. sigma x gn! reader

genre: fluff, nsfw

warnings: mentions/depictions of sex

SFW

Before dating:

- before you start dating, you won’t catch much of an eye to sigma. After all, you’re just another casino worker. He still respects you and definitely values your hard work (just as any casino worker) because he knows how much work you all put into the casino.

- the both of you are just work buddies at first. That’s all. Tbh if sigma started liking you, he wouldn’t even be able to identify it as a crush LMAO

- like “oh they’re actually really pretty...” and “we would make a good partnership...” and “I really admire their skills to persevere through anything...”

- really sigma? Is that all😏?

- and then he’d begin to notice the things he’s saying in his head like “oh...they really are so beautiful...” and then realization hits and he’s like “WAIT! THEY ARE JUST A COLLEAGUE!!”

- little did he know, he said that out loud while furiously waving his arms in the air. Fyodor saw, kept quiet like this 🧍‍♂️🤐, then later gossiped about it to Nikolai.

- he’d dismiss the idea at first, ignoring his own feelings because obviously he doesn’t think he’s worthy enough for you. But it’s so hard to keep away from you. Mostly because you’re his mf partner😄👩‍🦯

- unable to keep away from you, sigma knows he wants you now. He can’t deny the fact that you’re incredibly attractive. Both inside and outside. You work just as hard as him, you’re always so determined and ready for action. Sigma envied you to be able to keep a cool head throughout frustration.

- he really wanted to make the first move. Nothing too forward. He just felt anger rising in him every time he saw an old man hit on you and try to flirt. You, of course, could only laugh with a nervous nod because they were customers.

- unable to take anymore, sigma confronts you.

“Y/n...you know you can tell those old men to stop bothering you...right?”

Your smile faltered for a second, but you quickly masked it up. “But sigma...we can’t lose customers. You work so hard to maintain this casino...it would all go to waste if the customers stopped coming.”

Sigma’s heart broke at your pained smiled. He gently grabbed your hands and made you look in his eyes. “I don’t need some old perverts as customers. You matter more to me than anyone.”

HUH?! Did I just say that😃?!

Panic immediately set in sigma’s head. Of course he wasn’t lying, you did matter to him more than anything. But it was really strange hearing it come out of his own mouth. Nothing had ever been more important to sigma than the casino. This is scary...

“Really?” Your eyes lit up. You clasped sigma’s hands tighter, resting your head on his chest. He immediately froze, unable to do anything else.

They’re hugging me? What am I supposed to do? This feels so different...am I supposed to hug back? This feels better than the hugs Nikolai forces on me...😟

After a moment of stunned silence 🤩🧍‍♂️, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a hug. This is the first time he’s hugging someone who isn’t Nikolai😧...it feels so nice.

During a relationship:

- sigma would really have to trust you to be in a relationship with you. I mean, this is the first time he’s ever had these type of feelings for anyone.

- he’s a bit shy when it comes to showing affection. The first time he attempted to hold your hand, he almost fainted because his heart was beating really fast 🕺

- holding hands is something y’all both do. It’s like a symbol of safety and reassurance when one of (or both of you) are feeling anxious. He was a real sly mf when holding your hand for the first time😏👆

The loud music blared across the rooms. You and sigma were currently trying to make your way through the floors and between huge crowds. The casino was abnormally packed with people today, it was slightly unexpected.

You could barely see anything among the crowds, only sigma’s mismatched color hair popped out among others. “Sigma...w-wait...” you managed to mutter out. You were getting caught in people’s arms and it was becoming more unbearable to walk.

Sigma didn’t turn around at your voice, so you knew he couldn’t hear you. The music was way too loud.

Just as the both of you were turning a corner, a tall figure bumped into your body, making you fall over on your arm.

“Fuck!” You winced in pain, realizing that your arm was probably broken.

“Y/n! Are you okay?!” You heard sigma’s voice call out to you. His face was morphed into shock and worry, seeing you on the floor. You raised your eyebrows. He came back for me?

He held out a hand to you, wanting to help you get up from the floor. You gladly took in, using your feet to help balance yourself.

Once you were up, you noticed that sigma had not let go of your hand. You looked up at him in confusion.

“Uhm...we should probably hold hands. Just to make sure we don’t lose each other...o-only if you want to though!” Sigma averted his eyes from yours. His voice was almost a whisper, you could barely hear it among the loud casino music.

A smile appeared on your lips. You look down at your hands clasped together, and intertwined your fingers. “Yeah. To make sure we’re safe...”

The both of you held hands the whole night.

Sneaky little sigma 😏📸

- give him sudden kisses. On his lips, cheek, or even forehead. He’ll probably stay stunned for a few seconds, unable to process what just happened.

- and then he’d go pink 😝

- I mean, he isn’t usually shy in front of others because he runs a fucking casino? There isn’t any time to be shy! But when you randomly kiss him, you’ll see his cheeks go red and his eyes glint.

- he’ll be a little flustered, so he’ll go to the back break room and take a moment to breathe and have a drink.

- the both of you have matching necklaces. The necklace has an Amethyst stone on it. It’s said to relieve anxiety and stress, and the both of you go through that every day. But really, it was just an excuse to wear matching jewelry 😊

- might I add, sigma wears a lot of jewelry! Especially to match his hair and outfits. He’ll mostly wear rings on his fingers, or sometimes you’ll sneak hair clips in his hair😏

- when he’s having a rough day, he’ll just crawl into your lap and lay his head on your thighs. You’d immediately get the message and start to slowly run your fingers through his hair.

- his arms would wrap around your waist and somehow your limbs would be tangled together under the blankets. He’d softly mumble into your chest, “I’m so lucky to have you. What did I do to deserve this?”

- having identity crises? Yes. Before he met you, sigma didn’t think he had a purpose in life. The casino was the only thing keeping him living on. Knowing all those people were depending on him kept him going. But he felt so empty.

- after a long hard days of work, he would come into his room and feel an immense emotion of loneliness. But now that you were here, he truly felt like he had someone by his side.

NSFW

- the first time y’all had sex, he was definitely shy at first. Was a little hesitant in touching you because making you uncomfortable was the last thing he wanted to do. Would always ask before placing his hands anywhere intimate. “C-can I touch you here?”

- he would be extremely gentle (and an unintentional tease) the first time. He would go really slow, his thrusts would send you oblivion. I mean, your walls are clenching around him, practically begging him to go faster.

- pls, he just doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you😞

“You feel so good...” sigma mumbled into your neck. Your eyes prick with tears from the feeling of him inside you.

“Mhm...go faster!” You mutter out, hands entangling behind his neck. His eyes flick to yours. “A-are you sure?”

“For fucks sake, yes!”

“...okay🤩!”

- after your first approval to go faster, he doesn’t hold back one bit. Within seconds, your legs are over his shoulders, his arms hooked around your thighs.

- he’s a soft dom, but kinda likes teasing you (not to the point where you don’t orgasm) but making you softly beg for his dick 😙

- sigma doesn’t always show it, but he loves it when you subtly drop hints that you want him to fuck you. The way you seem to dance with every step and your hands become fidgety just to touch him.

- expect lots of hickeys. Not the dark purple ones, just pink or red ones. He loves marking you up and watching you struggle to cover them up in the morning (don’t worry, he’ll help you cover them all while apologizing)

“Sigma, these hickeys are uncover-able 😶”

“Really? I do apologize, dear 😙”

(He’s not really sorry, if anything, he’s proud of his hard work)

- pent up stress relief sex. That’s it. That’s the headcannon. Even though this man might seem calm and collected on the outside, he’s definitely not on the inside.

- after running a casino the whole day, all he wants to do is relieve himself of his pent up stress...in you😙

- like I said, he’ll be a soft dom but when you want to ride him, his extra dom side will suddenly jump out. While you’re basically panting on his lap, he’ll grab your chin and say “you look so pretty sitting on my dick. Why don’t you look me in the eyes?”

- your legs won’t be working for the next few days shawty 🙅‍♀️

[guardianofrivendell]

Tea and Lockscreens

Modern!Fíli x reader

Requested: Yes! For my 500 followers sleepover @cassiabaggins​ asked for prompt nr 12 from the Fluff list with Fíli!

Prompt: “Am I your lockscreen?” - “You were not supposed to see that.”

Warnings: minor injury (I couldn’t help myself) - fluff - sweet caring Fíli - rushed writing (seriously, I need to chill sometimes)

A/N: Well, I broke my promise of keeping the sleepover drabbles under 1k so this gets its own post between the oneshots. I loved my idea/the plotline for this fic, I’m only not so sure it’s well written. 

You walked through the dark streets of your hometown.

Not too fast, but at a steady slow pace in an effort to keep the night going. Even though it was freezing outside, you didn’t want this night to end yet.

You pulled your warm woolen hat a little further over your ears to keep the cold from making them red and numb.

The reason why you didn’t want the night to be over soon walked right next to you, an arm around your shoulder.

Fíli.

Tonight had been your third date, and you were already looking forward to the next one. You tried to hide your excitement, knowing that you sometimes got carried away. It made you seem clingy or too attached. At least, that’s what your exes told you.

So when you met Fíli, you tried really hard not to go too fast.

The only thing you allowed yourself to do was changing your lockscreen to a picture of the both of you. The one Fíli took on your previous date at the ice skating range.

You had shared a few kisses - nothing too steamy, sometimes holding hands or he kept you close under his arm like he was doing right now.

But that was it.

It was your little secret. Your guilty pleasure.

When the inevitable happened and you had reached your apartment building, you stopped and turned to him expectantly. This was the moment he would kiss your cheek, tell you he had a wonderful night and would watch you enter the building.

Nice and slow, you kept repeating over and over again in your mind. We don’t want to rush things. But somehow, it wasn’t enough anymore. You wanted more. 

“You want to come inside to warm up?”

You bit your lip, anxiously waiting for his response. Fíli smiled, and placed his hand under your chin, pulling your lip from between your teeth with his thumb.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” he said. “And yes, I’d love to.”

* 

“Please,” he answered. He took a seat on your couch and you couldn’t help but think he belonged there. Dark slacks, white button-up shirt – with the top button open – and a matching suit jacket. No tie… Pity, you thought. It might have come in handy later, when he would tie your hands with–  Ok, that’s enough young lady! Remember to go slow! Go, make tea!

“Tea?” you asked when you hung his coat away, hoping he wouldn’t notice the tremble in your voice.

The date had been wonderful, you both had a lovely time and he had taken your offer to come inside. In your apartment. No reason to freak out right?

You excused yourself and hurried to your kitchen before he would notice your flushed state.

While you were making two cups of tea, you tried to get yourself together again.

You felt like a schoolgirl again, infatuated with the lead actor of some teen movie. It had been a long time since you felt so giddy.

You took a few deep breaths and smoothed out your clothes. You got this!

 You carefully made your way back to your living room, carrying the two steaming mugs in your hands when you heard your phone ding. That was probably your friend to see how everything was going. She could wait.

You were focusing really hard not to spill anything that you didn’t notice the message had made your screen lit up. Before you went to the kitchen you had thrown your keys and phone on your coffee table as you always did. In full view of a pair of blue eyes…

“Am I your lockscreen?” he asked, looking up from your phone, a hint of amusement in his voice.

What? No! No, no, no!!

In your haste to get to your phone so you could pretend this never happened, you forgot you were holding mugs with boiling hot water. The sudden movement of your body made the water spill over the edge, right onto your hands.

A curse escaped your mouth and you dropped the mugs.

Fíli jumped up from the couch and was at your side in less than a second.

“Are you alright?” he asked, taking your hands in his.

Before you could answer his question, a curse escaped his own lips and dragged you towards your kitchen.

He opened the tap and put both of your hands under the ice cold stream.

“Keep them there, the hot water has burned your skin,” he instructed. His voice was calm, but you could see the worry in his eyes. So cute.

He placed his hands on your shoulders and gave them a light squeeze, before he lowered them to rub your upper arms a few times.

“I’ll be right back.”

A few seconds later he returned to the kitchen with the two now empty mugs.

“Luckily they fell on your carpet, so they didn’t break.”

But then he heard you sniffling.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

He lifted your chin with his hand and wiped your tears with the back of his other hand, lingering a little longer than he probably should.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it stings a little but that’s it. And my hands are cold.”

You made a move to close the tap but Fíli’s warm hand stopped you.

“Just a few more minutes love,” he said softly.

The endearment was enough to send a few more tears over your cheeks.

“We were having such a good time and then I had to ruin it, and you’re being so nice and cute and… god!” you groaned, frustrated with the turn of events.

He chuckled.

“You didn’t ruin anything.”

“Yes I did,” you muttered.

 He leaned against your kitchen table, crossing his arms.

It gave you the chance to look at him. Really look at him. The man in front of you was drop dead gorgeous. The piercing blue eyes, long nose, the stubble you couldn’t wait to feel on your skin…

“What?” he laughed, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re the spitting image of Dean O’Gorman? You know, the actor?”

The cute dimples in his cheek you liked so much appeared when Fíli smiled. He rubbed his neck to hide that he was flattered by your compliment.

“Yeah, they might have mentioned it once or twice.”

 “Can I remove my hands now? I can’t feel them, they’re practically frozen,” you whined after a while.

He placed his hand on the small of your back when he closed the tap.

“Let me see,” he said, and he took your hands in his. They were red from the cold water, and on your left hand was a small second degree burn.

“Where’s your first aid kit?”

“Fíli,  you don’t have to do this. I’m fine!”

He held your face in his hands and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Let me take care of you. Please?”

Was it possible for a human to melt? Because if not, you might be the first one.

You nodded slowly and told him where he could find the necessary supplies.

*

When he was almost finished bandaging your left hand, you bit your lip again.

And just like he did outside, Fíli took your chin in between his fingers and made you release it.

“What’s bothering you?”

You sighed.

 “About the lockscreen…” you began, dreading the possible outcome of this. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

He placed the clip in its place, securing the bandage around your hand.

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Fili said, taking his own phone out of his back pocket with his free hand. He held your injured hand in his other, absentmindedly rubbing it with his thumb.

“Here,” he smiled and gave you his phone.

You looked up at him questioningly. Why would he give you his phone? 

“I saw your lockscreen, so it’s only fair I showed you mine.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. You giggled. Dear god, you were acting like a school girl. But when you pressed the side button of his phone, your smile faltered and your breath hitched. 

His lockscreen matched yours. 

“You’re not the only one excited about us…,” he whispered before he nuzzled his face into your neck.

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[kit-herondale-carstairs]

TDA Characters on TikTok

Julian: doesn’t post very often because he is a father but when he does it is always him painting or drawing something with lofi music or him sharing a tidbit about one of the children or other family members (Kieran, Cristina, Diana, Emma and Aline included and always with their explicit permission). 

- He’s very popular without even trying and most assume he is a young single father (which isn’t wrong).

-  Mostly finds himself on cottagecore or parent side of tiktok. 

- doesn’t understand all the thirsty comments he gets because “I don’t even show my face, Emma, why would they think I’m attractive?” but always shares them with Emma because they make her laugh.

Emma: Does it for the girls and the gays, that’s it. Posts nearly every day and page is generally a mixture of self defense videos, vintage makeup/dress tutorials, and videos slamming the patriarchy but also always does the latest dancing videos and other trends.

- always tries to get others to join in on her trend videos, mostly joined by Mark and Cristina when she can rope her in.

- Nearly broke tiktok when she got Julian to do the “You could have been nicer to me” trend because NO ONE KNEW THEY WERE DATING  AND EVEN THOUGH THEY COULDN’T SEE HIS FACE EVERYONE RECOGNIZED HIS VOICE AND HE WAS SO SWEET WHEN HE OFFERED TO TAKE HER TO HER FAVORITE THRIFT STORE AND BUY HER SOME DRESSES AFTER HE PUT THE “BABY” DOWN FOR HIS NAP. 

- - everyone knows the “baby” is actually at least seven but no one ever said his name because he’s too young so everyone collectively knows him as “the baby”

- solidly on gay tiktok even though she’s straight. 

Mark: Daily blogs. Everyone thinks he’s shit posting because it’s all wild things like standing in a middle of a circle of flowers and talking about “this pixie named Aelia lives here and she’s a BITCH”. Often shows videos of him cooking or baking wild concoctions that range from “Okay, I’d try that” to “this is why God has abandoned us”. 

- Does dancing videos with Emma all the time and often acts as the “creeper” in her self defense videos. 

- Caused a meltdown on tiktok when he casually mentioned his “partners” and started creating videos to raise awareness for polyamory. 

- Revealed Julian was his brother when he posted a video of Julian yelling at him for a solid minute because “the baby is covered in honey, why is the baby covered in honey, Mark? We don’t let the baby bathe in honey even if he really wants to Mark -” 

- solidly on cooking and gay tiktok, often takes a sharp left into “crackhead” tiktok

Kieran: Posts videos of cats he finds and rates them. The lowest ever was a 9.5/10 because “she bit me fairly hard but I scared her and I deserved it for trying to pet her without permission”. 

- does not do any trends or reveal much personal information. 

- Was always considered wholesome until he (on a dare from Dru) posted a video joking about choking a bossy sub that rounded up on kinktok. 

-- everyone went through a brief freak out trying to figure out if he had a partner but it was never solved. 

--- No one noticed that Mark posted a video joking about how “one of his partners was absolutely in the doghouse” accompanied by someone sitting in a cardboard ‘doghouse’ around the exact same time. 

- solidly on animal tiktok but occasionally veers into kinktok with more (less explicit) dom/sub humor. 

Cristina: Does not have her own tiktok but often appears in videos with Emma and occasionally shows up in Mark’s. 

- Absolute sweetheart always, even when she is demonstrating a self defense move with Emma, and is always commended for trying Mark’s foods. 

-- especially commended when trying the foods while, offscreen, their other partner yells about “Hell food” 

- is flattered with all the comments begging her to start her own tiktok but doesn’t feel like she has the time to fully commit to one properly. 

Livvy: (She’s alive, don’t @ me) Does absolutely all the new trends and also does various acting POVs 

- her soulmate POVs are most popular but she also is known for dueting act-along POVS with other popular creators

- also occasionally posts videos rating the best male actors/superheroes and once got into a long drawn out back to back war with someone on whether or not Captain America really had “America’s ass” 

- had a very popular multiple-part series about being a girl in the MCU dating the various Avengers but ended it abruptly after Endgame because “Natasha Romanoff deserved better and it hurts too much”

-she used to post occasional videos where she laments on being the “only single person in the family” but she started getting some very creepy duets and comments from actual adults so she told Julian and they both agreed it would be better for her to stop them

-- Julian did take the time to duet the people being inappropriate and explained very clearly that their actions were wrong and directed towards a LITERAL CHILD and shamed multiple accounts into flat out deleting

Ty: Posts literally whatever interests him. Has two animal series - one where he shares facts about his favorite kinds of animals and one where he showcases various animals he’s found in the tidepools or around the house. 

- has done several video series of rescuing animals and has at least one where Julian could be heard lecturing him on trying to raise wild animals in his bedroom again 

-- tiktok freaked out because this happened right around the same time as Julian calling out all the creeps on Livvy’s tiktok and no one knew that the twins he talked about were them  

- also does videos about his favorite literary works - notably Sherlock Holmes - and true crime/mystery videos 

-- he always makes sure to carefully put in warnings for anything remotely violent or triggering and has never had a single video taken down for violating the rules even when he did a multiple part series on the Black Dahlia and how her crime was ‘absolutely solved but because the man who did it was rich and white, he got away with it and probably also killed at least two other women, one of whom was killed in the Philippines” 

-  sometimes does twin videos with Livvy because she likes them and it makes her happy. 

Dru: Queen of witch/horror/true crime tiktok. 

- got in trouble with Julian for showing actual runes in videos but everyone just thought they were for the aesthetic so it was fine

- most popular videos is a series where she rates horror movies on how they do on the bechdel test 

- sometimes duets Ty’s or Livvy’s videos just to drag them (with love) 

- Has a very popular series on “women who snapped” and is known for almost rarely during part 2s (and therefore having to speak very very fast) 

- also complains constantly because her videos will get taken down even if they aren’t that violent and includes clips from far worse videos from male creators to point out the double standard

- occasionally dives into tiktok drama just to dabble and then sits on the sidelines and watches it happen

-- 100% built a balloon arch to flex on That Balloon Girl 

- solidly on witchtok and horrortok

Kit: King of petty/messy tiktok who also posts random videos about crime and occasional blogs

- switches from either sharing no information to borderline oversharing childhood trauma

- shares videos on borderline illegal ways to get back at exfriends/expartners/exfamily members/general enemies 

-- putting fish in people’s vents, subscribing them to magazines under various similar names, sending them glitter in the mail, opening their oreos and taking out the middle of all of them, putting baby locks on their cabinets and in the outlets they can’t see (like under the bed so they can’t get plug in their cellphone charger at night), etc. 

- is always eating some sort of snack, no matter what he is doing

- also posts videos about personal safety like what locks will actually keep people out and what ones are easy to break into

--caused several minor freakouts when he casually mentioned his father taught him how to do it

- occasionally posts videos with an adorable toddler and a young couple who he refers to as “mom and dad” even though they look at MOST five years older than him and he often makes parental abandonment jokes/comments

- no idea where he lives because he speaks in an American accent and talks constantly about American/California life but everything around him looks very British 

- absolutely dives head first into every tiktok drama and will go for the throat for anyone who makes ableist/sexist/racist/homophobic comments without hesitation

-- his drags are legendarily savage and he has caused numerous problematic accounts to just straight up disappear

- duets videos from Livvy, Dru, Mark, Emma and Julian ( with lots of savage drags) but no one knows how he knows them because he is absolutely somewhere in the UK and all of them are based in California/US

-- he also notably NEVER duets Ty

--- the mystery is finally solved when Kit does a livestream and reveals that he met all of them because he was briefly living with them before getting placed with his family, the young couple who actually are his mom and dad 

---- he is very vague about the living situation but everyone assumes he was a foster child 

- he once caused a mass freakout on Tiktok (that actually spilled over to twitter and buzzfeed) when he announced he was going back to the US to visit friends and then posted a video with the caption “when you see your boyfriend in person for the first time in MONTHS but he’s too distracted by some wet 🐱” 

-- the video panned out from Kit’s unamused face to Ty gently rubbing a tiny wet kitten  with a soft cotton towel 

[kpopgirl1234bl]

Keigo dating an Ex Villain whom stopped because they didn't want to hurt innocent people anymore. Society still doesn't except them though, people on the street shout at Hawk's S/O and say nasty words. His S/O doesn't think much of it, until it gets so bad they break down crying making Hawks angry at the people who did it. He takes them home and comforting ensues.

I'm sorry it took so long to write this, but I Hope you like this.

Pairing: Takami Keigo(Hawks) x reader

Words: 2.8K

Requested: yes

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Ever since the heroes caught and interrogated you, they realized something was deeply wrong with you.

Despite being part of a small group of villains, it soon became clear how they recruited you. They had beaten and manipulated you into hurting people, even when you didn't want to.

Every time you tried to rebel against the people who kidnapped you, the more they would beat you and starve you.

Police questioned you about you going missing without anyone noticing or caring. They dug deeper and found out one of the members was your older brother.

They figured out he was the one who kidnapped you and played it off to sound like you were living with him instead.

After a week of harsh interrogation, you finally broke down and told them everything. Both the police and heroes involved realized you weren't the real villain. You were indeed a victim.

Police agreed to place you in a hospital under observation. You had nearly destroyed your room several times, so much that the doctors and nurses had to sedate you at times.

After many months of treatment and general basic training, you slowly began to calm down and started talking minimally. You only trusted a few of the doctors and nurses assigned to you, and you despised the new ones.

Since your brother kidnapped you and forced you to use your quirk, you didn't have great control over it, which led to so many people getting hurt by you.

All the doctors and nurses began teaching you how to act normally. Even that seemed foreign to you. Once you felt comfortable with day-to-day things, they asked you if you would like to work on your quirk.

You had a violent breakdown after they asked you. The doctors and nurses didn't ask you again before the next month. In which you had one again, but less violent this time.

They continued to ask you once a month. It was a long and painful process, but you finally agreed.

The doctors and nurses introduced you to some scientists that were going to study you along the way.

First, they needed to figure out what your quirk was, which wasn't hard since they watched old news stories about your brother's villain group.

They didn't show you the clips, afraid of how you would react to them.

At the start, they just asked you to activate your quirk, which took some time since you never really learned how to control it. You would trigger it, and it created small and sometimes big bursts.

You quickly grew tired, and the doctors and nurses ended the session, and they praised you.

Over many months of basic training and quirk training. An MR scan of your brain. They also used exposure therapy on you t ó make you feel more comfortable with certain things. You began to trust the doctors and nurses around you.

On days no studies were done on you. They would usually let you run around the halls or let you drive around on a small scooter. Yeah, it was childish, but it gave you a feeling of normalcy in your life despite your whole situation.

You turned out to be intelligent and clever. In your quirk training, you got to meet other heroes. At first, you were hesitant but grew to appreciate them around you.

You first met Hawks during this. He was one of the heroes who kept visiting you. He was there when you started testing VR simulation and how it would be like to be in public.

At first, it was weird for you. You hadn't been outside the hospital grounds in over a year. You accidentally walked into walls before, but you just laughed it off.

Hawks visited you one day when they decided to show you an aquarium in the VR simulation. Hawks watched as you put on the VR headset and watched your mouth open in utter surprise and amazement.

Hawks could see what you saw through the screens in the room.

"y/n dear, if you look at the small info panels, you can read about the fish and sea creatures you see in front of you." One of the doctors told you. They saw you look down at the info panels and read all about the fish and sea creatures.

You spent an hour and a half just reading until the doctors said it was time to stop. They removed the VR headset, and you walked smiling over to Hawks. Despite seeing and watching the whole ordeal, Hawks just listened to you as you told him about everything you saw.

Your interactions with Hawks continued over the years. He was there when you were out in the actual public for the first time. He was always there when times got rough.

It has been four years since the doctors deemed it was time to release you into the public. They moved you into an apartment building where you could always get help.

Of course, you still had to go to therapy every once in a while.

In the start, it was all overwhelming, but once again, Hawks was there to guide you through it all.

Once you met all your neighbors, they were all pretty skeptical of you, but once they realized you meant no harm, they welcomed you with open arms.

That was four years ago, and you were living a relatively ordinary life with your boyfriend Hawks.

Hawks asked you out two years after you after the doctors released you from the hospital. You were skeptical at first, not understanding what a relationship was or why he would want one with you.

After much debating, you agreed to go out with Hawks. Hawks made sure to keep you out of the public eye as much as he could, but since he was pretty popular, paparazzi were almost always around him.

At first, he played it out to you two just being friends. That worked at first, but they kept following him around and found out the truth about you two. And you.

The public exploded once they found out who you were. You had to be taken into protection before things got out of hand.

It got so bad, Hawks and several other heroes, doctors, and nurses had to step forward to calm the public down. With your permission, they showed videos of your progress during those four years and told them why you were like that at the time.

That was a year and a half ago, and you became less and less bothered with people like that.

Today, you and Hawks decided to go on a date, not something you two did very often due to both of you. But you both enjoy every moment of the date.

You almost always wore a face mask in public, many people accepted you and all that, but people still threw slurs at you, sometimes sending you into a panic attack.

But most of the time, it didn't even bother you anymore.

"You ready y/n?" You heard Hawks ask you.

"Yep!" You said and put on your face mask.

"Beautiful as always." Hawks smiled and kissed your forehead.

You both left the apartment and went downtown. Once downtown, you two discussed where you two wanted to eat. You two were so engrossed with the conversation you didn't notice a group following you two.

Suddenly, you felt something hard and sharp hit you in the back of your head.

"Ow!" You said.

"Hey, villain slut! Go back to your brother, go back to the person you belong with, bet he could take care of you!" A person shouted. You turned around to look at the person.

"Better yet! He could kill them. Then we don't have to see that freak's face again!" Another person stood beside the other person. You just turned around to leave. They weren't worth your time.

"Ay bitch! Don't fucking ignore us!" The first person shouted at you. They picked a much bigger stone and threw it at you. Unfortunately, it hit you in the back of your head again, this time drawing blood.

"Ah!" You screamed and stumbled, but lucky, Hawks caught you.

"You better fucking scream you fucking bitch as hero slut! Scream like the people you killed!" The person screamed at you and continued throwing rocks at you. The other people from the group joined in.

Something clicked in your head after the person said that. You could hear the screams from the innocent people you had to kill due to your brother. You screamed and threw yourself to the ground and began crying hysterically.

"Look at them! They're so pathetic! Go cry to your parents, oh wait, you probably killed them too!" The group laughed at you.

"STOP!!!" You cried.

"Hey, you fucking asshole!" You heard Hawks shout.

"Hah? What do you want, boy toy!" The second person taunted him.

"Who the fuck do you think you're calling a villain when you're the fucking villain here!" He shouted at them while holding you tightly.

"They fucking killed people. They're the fucking murderer and villain. They should kill themselves. We don't need someone like them in our society!" The group continued throwing stones, rocks, and other things at you two.

Hawks covered you with his body to the best of his ability while you screamed and cried.

Your cries must have alerted some heroes, or someone alerted them because they came running and overthrew the people attacking you.

The other hero spotted Hawks and ran over.

"Hawks!" The hero shouted. The hero spotted blood running down Hawks' hand and then spotted you in his arms.

"Are they bleeding?" The hero asked.

"Yes, the group threw stones at them, and it hit them in the back of the head." Hawks explained. Soon an ambulance arrived, and the medical team escorted you away from the scene.

At the hospital, doctors and nurses treated your injuries. In the end, you needed stitches. When they finished, they carefully bandaged your head, and they left for you to collect yourself.

The police later came to get a statement from you and Hawks. The police offered to drive you two home, which you gladly took.

On the way out, you encountered a horde of paparazzi standing outside the entrance. The police and Hawks did their best to cover you. You two got into the car and drove off rather quickly.

The whole drive home. Hawks did his best to comfort you and held your hand tightly. The police followed you to the door and bid you two goodbye.

You kicked off your shoes and threw yourself on the couch, and hugged the nearest pillow.

"It'll be here in ten? That's great. Cya then." You heard Hawks say and him walking towards you.

"Hey gorgeous, I have ordered your favorite it'll be here soon, Okay." You felt Hawks stroking your head. You looked up at Hawks, and he saw big wet tears falling down your cheeks.

"Oh, Darling, come here." Hawks said, and you threw yourself at him, and he hugged you tightly. You cried, bawling your eyes out on Hawks' shoulder.

"Just let everything out." Hawks told you. You clutched his shirt tightly.

"Why am I like this! No matter what I do, people still hate me. I can't anymore, Keigo. I don't want to live like this." You told him while still crying into his shoulder.

"I killed all those people. I don't deserve to live like this. I wish I could die." You felt Hawks pull away from you.

"Don't you ever say that!" Hawks almost shouted, and it caught you off guard.

"Those people don't know what they are talking about and don't know what you have been through." Hawks started.

"They don't know what you've gone through to have come this far." He continued.

"They don't know you as I know you." You felt Hawks tighten his grip on you.

"And They can never love you as much as I love you." At this point, Hawks was crying.

"You have made me like the most loved person in this entire world, and if I can't feel the same, then frankly, I don't know what I am doing." Hawks told you, holding your shoulders tightly, looking directly into your tear-filled eyes.

"You're the greatest thing in this entire world, and you're worth everything in this world, and you can't tell me otherwise. Because every time you tell me otherwise, I will prove you wrong." Hawks leaned his forehead against yours as he told you this.

You just sat there staring down at the ground, eyes stained red from all your crying.

"I love you damn it, don't ever forget that." Hawks whispered and pulled you into another tight hug, not intending to let you go.

Hawks crawled onto the couch while still holding you. You two laid there holding each other. Tears fell from your eyes, both from fear and happiness. You cried while clutching Hawks.

Hawks responded by whispering sweet nothing in your ear while stroking your back and head. In between sweet nothings, Hawks would kiss a part of you and tell you what he loved about that part of you.

Minutes passed, and you two heard knocking on the door, and Hawks felt you tense up.

"Shh, it's okay. That must be the food. I'll be right back. I promise." Hawks said and slowly got up and walked to the door. You heard him talking to someone before you heard him close the door again.

Hawks walked over to the couch again, and you sat up and dried your tears. Hawks smiled at you and put down the food on the coffee table. He grabbed the nearest blanket and wrapped it around you.

"You get nice and comfy. I'll get everything ready." Hawks kissed your forehead. You sat there while Hawks got everything. You felt kind of awful, but you knew if you got up to help, he would guide you back to the couch.

"Tada! I got your favorite food and drinks, and I'll get your favorite show so we can watch it while we eat." Hawks gave you a plate filled with your favorite food.

Hawks started your favorite show and sat down beside you and cuddled you up to him. You finally felt a little peace in your mind and cuddled closer to Hawks.

You ate some of the food, but you were physically and mentally exhausted, so it didn't take long for you to fall asleep. Hawks felt you relax in his arms, so he looked at you and finally saw a relaxed expression on your face. Hawks smiled and carefully kissed your temple as not to wake you up.

Hawks picked you up and walked to the bedroom, and laid you down on the bed. Hawks went back to the living room and cleaned up a bit before returning to you. Hawks took some of your clothes off so you would be uncomfortable while sleeping. Hawks got ready for bed and laid down beside you and wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you closer to him.

Hawks looked at your peaceful face and smiled to himself.

"I'll always be here to protect you, no matter what. Remember that." He whispered before kissing you on the head before going to sleep with you in his arms.

BONUS

Hawks woke up the next day, still holding you in his arms. He looked at you with a smile on his face. He laid there for a little while before getting up, deciding to let you sleep a little longer.

Hawks got his cup of coffee and turned on the tv. It didn't take long for the tv to get his attention.

"Reporting live here where yesterday, shows the ex villain y/n l/n attacked by a group of criminals. The group is shown on CCTV to be throwing rocks, stones, and other things at them." The newsperson started.

"The police have arrested the group and all members but have yet to stand in front of a judge. Many people have seen the footage of what happened and are now advocating to bring these criminals to justice." The person continued.

"People have also been outraged to see how y/n l/n is treated both in public and online. The hashtag ProtectY/N has been trending on several social media apps since the incident." Hawks checked his social media and saw it was true. #ProtectY/N was everywhere.

People were pointing out how you had made a genuine effort to change yourself, and it made Hawks smile because he had witnessed some of the progress.

Hawks then heard soft footsteps coming towards him. Sure, you had bed hair and only had a shirt on, but Hawks still thought you were stunning as always.

"Good morning Kei." You greeted him.

"Good morning Darling, I think you should see this." Hawks told you and showed you his phone. He saw you read what he had just read and saw you tearing up.

"You see, you are worth it." Hawks said and hugged you. You wrapped your arms around his torso and cried.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" You cried. Not because you were sad, but because you were happy.

Oh, so very happy.

[sleeperswakewriting]

i just thought of a new prompt omg rivetra skating partners au??? IMAGINE THE SEXUAL TENSION??? THE SLOWBURN FROM BEING SKATING PARTNERS TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

saw this tweet and imagined them sm: https://twitter.com/oyimpian/status/1383173356774699012?s=21

Omg anon, thank you for showing me this. I have 0 knowledge about figure skating but I do love watching it! I was totally listening to the Yuri on Ice soundtrack writing this. I don’t think I would be the best person to write a full fic, but I hope this 2k ficlet works! Routine and outfits based on this performance!

They had kissed more times than she could count. It had always been the same in their five years of working together--orchestrated, chaste, but just enough acting to dazzle the crowd and judges.

And tonight would be their last.

Petra tightened the laces of her figure skates, making sure not to snag the nylon of her stockings from her freshly manicured nails. She checked herself in the mirror; ginger hair locked neatly into a bun for the maneuvers they would be pulling off later, and her deep red velvet dress twirled around her hips. It was one of the most daring outfits she had ever performed in, with the back almost completely exposed and and the front neck cut a deep v-neck with the mesh layer.

She took a deep breath as memories washed over her, wondering where the time had gone. It had only seemed like just yesterday when Petra met her grumpy skating partner, Levi, and she had wanted to knock him off the ice  from their initial meeting to his brash attitude. However, they performed the tryouts at their coaches’ requests, and not only were they physically compatible, she had latched on to his crude sense of humor and found his company enjoyable.

Sure, it took them awhile, he would frequently get irritated at her when she would lose her footing or not stick a landing, and she would throw him a few choice words whenever he dropped her, which wasn’t often, but the minute his hands slipped and she came crashing down, tempers flared. They were both good at what they did, they were hand selected by the top coaches in their country, and with talent, came ego.

Unsurprisingly, their common work ethic served as a guidepost for their mutual partnership over the course of the five years they had been working together. Petra was relatively newer to the competitive figure skating scene, only doing some solo competitions but felt that she could accomplish more with a partner. Levi was in a similar boat, about to retire since he had gotten bored, but when his coach Erwin suggested a partner he said, why not?

Except it had been disastrous, with Levi mouthing off to each of his partners, and not to mention that they all commented on his height. It wasn’t a huge sore spot because he had been used to it, but the fact of the matter was, no woman wanted to be lifted by a man who was 5 inches shorter than her, so he resigned himself to retiring until Erwin suggested that he meet up with Petra Ral, a new, but talented skater who was 8 years his junior.

Not only was she shorter than him, but they were able to move in time with one another and were able to wordlessly read each other’s movements. It was an intimate type of connection, one that their mutual partners over the years had questioned time and time again, but they both reassured their partners and more importantly, themselves, that their feelings were completely platonic.

Or so had Petra thought until Levi told her that after this year, he would be retiring. He was getting older and he was looking at other career prospects, like possibly coaching, but valued their companionship over the years. He said the words with such a precise staccato that Petra even wondered if he cared at all since he took her out to dinner after practice to tell her.

It was then that her heart broke. She assumed it was just from losing her skating partner, that was a common occurrence in their field, but as the day of their last competition grew closer, Petra knew it was something more.

The way his hands pressed into her waist was no longer a section of choreography, but a gesture that made her heart flutter. His concentrated stormy look when they breathed in time with one another, preparing to execute a synchronized dance, was now filled with an electricity when their blades scraped their ice.

This routine in particular was special; it was from Moulin Rouge, one of her favorite movies and the first part of the routine was sensual and filled with lust. They had spent hours upon hours perfecting each and every single lift, and they had barely any time to see family and friends from the hours they put into their routine. Truth be told, they spent the most time with each other, and the action of hanging out after work wasn’t even strange, it was expected, as they alternated who picked the restaurant for the night.

There was a knock at the door, and Petra shouted, “Come in!” as she already knew who it was from the three steady raps.

Levi entered, looking handsome in his simple black outfit to compliment her own. He took her in and nodded appreciatively as the weight of the next hour hung heavy over them.

“You ready?” He asked, hand outstretched.

Petra smiled, used to the familiar words and routine they had as she took his hand and he led them out for their warm up lap around the rink with the other couples.

They had their routine down pat--they always kept their gazes locked on each other during warmups, not wanting to let the other couples distract them. Hands danced across each other’s bodies as muscle memory took over, going over their routine in bits and pieces and letting themselves become reacclimated to the ice for the day. Petra had often thought that she was becoming more used to skating than walking for the amount of time she spent dancing with Levi, and she flexed her back as they spun in time, hands locked onto each other.

Feeling satisfied with their warm up, they exited hand in hand to the waiting room as they were the third couple to go. It wasn’t unusual for them to be physically close during competitions, Petra was always nervous as hell, and even though Levi had a cool and fixated composure, competition day nerves also stirred inside him. Better to face them with each other, and they sat on the bench, looking absently at the TV as the announcer gave their routine opening speech.

Petra bit the corner of her lip. “Levi, I know we’ll have time for this later, but I wanted to let you know how much your partnership has meant to me over these last five years. I almost want to retire since you won’t be with me anymore,” she laughed airly, but fell silent at his narrowed gaze.

“Don’t do that, you have a whole future ahead of you,” he said in a clipped voice, eyes fixated on the television. He squeezed her hand a bit tighter as he diverted his expression to the floor. “But the same goes for you, Petra. I’ll miss you a lot.”

She nodded, feeling more reassured by his words as she moved to lean her head against his shoulder as they watched the other couples perform. They didn’t say a lot, usually keeping their opinions for post-competition hang outs and replays, but Petra didn’t know if there would be any of those anymore.

“Do you think the other couples are like us? I feel like we’re so in tune, like we get each other. Like them,” she said nodding to the current pair, “You can tell they don’t trust each other from the way her muscles are so stiff during her lifts.”

“There’s no one else like us,” Levi replied simply, raising himself from the bench to do a few stretches. Petra did the same and admired the way lean body looked in his current outfit, back sinewy and his hair gelled perfectly into place.

The speaker announced them, and Petra’s heart wrenched that that would be the last time she would hear Levi Ackerman and Petra Ral and as they moved onto the ice, holding hands, eyes locking. Petra took a deep breath, and all was lost as soon as the music started.

The routine started with her straddling him from behind, and she effortlessly jumped as he took her, arms locked at her thighs and hers around his neck. He lifted her as they danced, and she twirled, eyes fixated on him as her center as it always was. Then came the synchronized dancing and Levi’s hands were at her bare waist, hands hot and precise as they spared no moment in moving and darting between them. He lifted her again, and their foreheads touched while they circled around the rink, not caring for anyone but each other.

That was Petra’s favorite part about the way they skated together--nothing else in the world mattered besides them. She could drown out the crowd with him by her side, it was just the music, the ice, and them, moving and breathing in time. He held her from under her legs, the action sending a pleasurable shiver throughout her body despite being touched there by him thousands of times, and as she descended they locked eyes as they prepared for their next big moment.

They let go, red and black speeding and twirling around each other but not quite touching. As the music reached its crescendo, Petra leapt into the air as Levi caught her from around the waist, and they spun as each other's center of gravity. Legs wrapping around his, she straddled his waist as they leaned into each other and kissed as the music went softer and moved to a more sensual rhythm. Her hand laced through his hair, feeling his fresh undercut and inhaled his musk and their lips moved against one another, sending ripples of pleasure between them.

Breaths heavy, they released their lips as the crowd went wild, and Petra unhooked her legs as Levi took her hand and they moved in time, parallel to each other. Her heart beat fast as Levi’s lips still hung against her own, the kiss much more passionate than in their practice kisses or former routines, but tried to push it from her mind as the finale was coming up.

The music built and ended as they both stuck their landings and bowed as the crowd cheered. Petra was crying, just realizing the magnitude of their last competition as she saw her face on the large screen and Levi sped over to her, taking her hand, his eyes also filled with moisture as he kissed her cheek and led them away to watch for their scores.

It always took a few minutes for the judges to get the scores together, and before Petra could say anything, Levi moved her against their locker and pulled her in for a searing kiss. Legs weak from their routine and the adrenaline, her knees wobbled and he caught her, hands at her waist as he brushed his tongue against hers, deepening the kiss as she returned it with fervor.

Breaths heavy, Levi pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m not imagining things, right? This kiss was different.”

Petra smiled between tears as she nodded, threading her fingers through his hair as she continued kissing him the way she had wanted to for the past five years.

“Hey guys, what are you doing? They’re just about to announce the scores--” Erwin walked in and smirked at the partners as they held each other, but broke apart as they heard Erwin’s voice.

Both blushing from being caught, Levi held Petra’s waist as he guided them back outside, neither caring too much about their scores since they both had won the biggest prize that night.

[theunquenchablethirst]

Home Pt1: The Orphanage (Jeremiah X Reader)

First multi-chapter fic I’ve ever written, so critics please be gentle, but feedback is much appreciated. This chapter is just about introducing the reader to the story, but I do have more chapters ready to go out. Lemme know if you want them ☺️

Slow burn and mentions of childhood trauma/abuse

Find Pt.2 here

Reader is an orphan about to turn 18 when a wealthy man visits the orphanage looking for an older girl. She is put up as a possible option and she isn’t happy about it.

Masterlist

Growing up in the orphanage was horrible. They treated us all like workhorses from the moment we arrived. They would demand so much from us from such an early age and when we couldn’t do it, we would get beaten or starved or have to spend the night in the basement with the rats. If not all three. And then they wondered why we didn’t have the strength for all the hard labour they forced upon us.

They didn’t care about us one bit. They used to send us to clean rich people's houses to make money off us. I remember one girl got sent out and came back covered in bruises. She tried to tell them she didn’t want to go back, that the guy was a creep and he touched her. They still sent her and one day she just disappeared. We all knew what happened, but we didn’t dare say anything. We were the weak ones and in Gotham, nobody cares about the weak ones.

I remember praying every night for some nice couple to come and save me. Adopt me. But year after year passed and I learned to abandon those dreams. I’d read in the paper about some guy called Jerome Valeska. He’d murdered his mom. I also saw him when I’d been sent out on maid duty, on a client's TV when they were watching the news. He seemed unhinged, like a rabid dog, talking into the camera about sanity and how we were all just prisoners and cogs. He said was the leader of a gang called the Maniax. We’d all heard of them at the orphanage and what they’d done. I decided if that was what family could do to you, then maybe it wasn’t for me. It wasn’t like anyone was coming for me anyway.

Instead, I focused on counting the days to my 18th birthday. They kicked you out once you turned 18, but it was a time everyone in the orphanage looked forward to. I remember how excited I was when the time crawled ever closer. It was just a few weeks, but time seemed to slow down as they were passing. It was painful.

I had everything I was going to do planned out in my head. First, I was going to punch the head master square in the nose and tell him just how much I hated him. Then I was going to walk my ass straight to the GCPD and let them know everything. It was my chance get that place shut down forever. To help the other kids and get them sent somewhere decent. I would be stood out front watching the day it closed. Watching with the biggest, tooth baring smile on my face.

I still hate that I never got the chance.

My 18th was a few weeks away and I could taste my freedom. Everyone was hyping me up for it and some of the younger ones were telling me how much they were going to miss me and trying to spend as much time with me as they could. There were a few sour apples because they were jealous, but I understood and I would squeeze them all so tightly before I left.  

“Stop daydreaming and get back to the floor!” A harsh voice came and I was brought back to reality with a smack to the back of my head.

It was the head master's assistant, Mr Grimes. A name that suited him well. He was stalking the halls again, looking for the daydreamers like me so he could tear them down. I was supposed to be scrubbing the wooden floorboards, but I let my mind run away with me for a minute. I should’ve known better by then.

He got halfway down the hallway, trapsing dirt over where I’d just cleaned, when he stopped in his tracks and turned back to me.

“You’re up tomorrow, by the way.” He said, in that matter-of-fact tone that made everyone despise him that extra bit more.

“What?” I must’ve heard him wrong.

“You’re up. Some rich guy’s coming in looking for an older girl. That means you.”

“I can’t be. I’m getting out next month.”

“It’s right here in black and white. And you know I don’t make mistakes.” He gestured to the folder under his arm that had the details for tomorrow in it and apparently my name was listed inside.

I stopped to let the wheels in my head turn and try and figure this out. Being up meant that you were going to be presented for possible adoption. I couldn’t be... could I? Not now I was this close? Mr Grimes turned to leave, but turned back once more.

“By the way, says here this guy's 26. So, he’s probably not looking for a daughter. And if he’s coming here instead of some maid agency... Well, I'll let you think about that.”  

Mr Grimes smiled one of the slimiest smiles I’d ever seen before walking away. I knew what he meant and I also knew that nobody here cared. I threw the scrubbing brush into the bucket of soapy water, causing a splash. I was so angry. Angry that my plans could be potentially ruined, that I could be adopted by some rich guy with nefarious intentions, angry that they would let that happen to any of the girls here.

I allowed a few tears to escape my eyes, but quickly told myself off for it. I had promised myself I wouldn’t cry for this place any longer years ago. It felt like giving it power or losing to it and I was not going to give this dump the satisfaction. I didn’t sleep at all that night. Knowing what tomorrow was going to bring sat on my shoulders like two boulders. I was either going to see one of my sisters be taken away to god knows what, or be taken myself. I hadn’t told anybody about it. I didn’t want anybody else feeling this dread.  

Morning came. The wakeup call was 7am sharp. Everyone stirred and groaned, but they knew they’d regret it if they didn’t get up with the bell. Now began the battle for the showers. First come, first serve for the hot water. If you were too slow you had to shower in water like ice. However, I wasn’t in the mood to battle it out for hot water. I would feel terrible if I got some and the girl that got adopted today didn’t, so I let them all have war without me. I was used to the cold water anyway.

Downstairs at breakfast I couldn’t eat. I felt like I had a pit in my stomach and if I ate anything I would just throw it back up. The food was disgusting anyway.  I sat there with a glass of water deep in thought until a bell rang that caught all of our attention. The only time that bell rang was when the head master was going to be joining us for breakfast, which was rare. But in he came and sat at the front in front of all of us, Mr Grimes standing at his side like a loyal dog. I knew why he was here. He was going to break the news.

“Good morning children.” He said in his dull, boring voice, looking over the room as if scanning it.

“Good morning, head master.” Everyone replied in unison. We knew the drill.

“I have an exciting announcement.”

Everyone was gripped. You could’ve heard a pin drop.

“Now, this does only concern the girls. Boys, perhaps next time.”

A few whispers could be heard as everyone looked around at each other.  

“There will be a man coming in later. A wealthy man. He is going to take one of you home.”

Smiles could be seen on my sisters faces and they continued to whisper to each other curiously.

“Unfortunately, not all of you are candidates. Mr Grimes has a list of everyone that is going to be presented. When he calls your name, you are to go back upstairs and change into your display clothes. We must make a good impression if we are to find homes, girls.”

Mr Grimes opened the folder he had with him yesterday and pulled out a piece of paper. All of my sisters were on the edges of their seats, biting their lips, fingers crossed. All of them hoping today could be the day. I was hoping for the exact opposite.

“Shelby... Lisa... Mary... Joanne... Bethany.... And...” Then he called my name. The girls smiles reached ear to ear and they giggled to themselves as they stood up. We were all the oldest girls, 17 or few months away.  

“Congratulations, girls. Today could be the start of a new life... for one of you.” The headmaster also rose from his seat and he left the room leaving Mr Grimes to finish.

“You girls, upstairs and make yourselves look half human. The rest of you, better luck next time.”

Back in our dorm all the girls were laughing and smiling. They were all so happy, getting their presentation clothes ready. They were all the same. The outfit we had to wear if we were up. A black skirt that reached just below the knees with a black, quarter sleeve shirt with a white collar. Our only pair of good, clean white socks and black plimsoles. We were all identical in these outfits, except for different things we would do with our hair. Some would do braids, some pony tails or buns. The lucky ones managed to scrounge up some cute clips and bows. It was all very exciting for everyone. Everyone, but me.

“I can’t believe it! One of us is getting out of this soggy shack!” Laughed Shelby.

“I know! I knew keeping that lucky penny was worth it!”  Mary giggled as she pulled a penny out of her shoe and kissed it.

“Whoever it is that goes, we’ll still always be sisters, right?” Joanne piped up. She had always had a nervous disposition.  

The girls all stopped. They were so giddy with the news that they forgot today was also goodbye for one of us. The sudden sadness in the air was palpable. I could see tears start to gather in their eyes and my heart broke.

“Stop it. Stop it all of you. No matter what happens today, we will all always be sisters. We’ve been through so much together that even if we are scattered to all corners of the globe, we’ll still all be sisters. Nothing can change that. Ever.” I forced, half scolding them. We huddled together and began saying how much we loved each other, going over memories we had. We stayed like that until the bell rang, letting us know we only had a little time left before the line-up.

We stood lined up by the front door. I’d never liked this bit. It felt like we were on display in a shop window. Like we were on sale.

“Is this the best you could do? I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t just walk away.” Mr Grimes scoffed as he looked us up and down. He was the one who was going to be introducing us. The head master stayed in his office, he only dealt with the paperwork of it.

“And don’t say anything, unless he talks to you. Nobody buys a cow for its personality.”  

We heard a car pull up outside and the nerves kicked in.

“Sounds like he’s here. Stand up straight, girls. Somebody’s life’s about to change.”

Then there it was. The sound I’d been dreading since yesterday afternoon.

Knock, knock, knock...

“Let the sale commence.”