#style just has a huge personality that he refuses to hide

[nnnn99999]

I want to share my interpretation of FadelStyle's sex scenes in the storage room, but before I get to the actual scene I need to establish FadelStyle's relationship arc so far. I won't go into detail about their attitude towards each other in episode 1 and 2 because @airenyah did such a great job of explaining Style's journey in this post and I wholeheartedly agree with everything she said.

To summarize, by the end of episode 2 Style is starting to sense something is off about Fadel and he is starting to want to connect to him, whereas Style manages to make past Fadel's defenses and enter his mind, albeit as a sexual fantasy. At this point neither of the two actively dislike each other as they used to before. Fadel still finds Style very annoying, but he is already starting to get used to it. Style still thinks Fadel is grumpy and rude, but he is intrigued by what lays under Fadel's mask. They don't really like each other, but they don't exactly hate each other either.

This dynamics continue in episode 3. As they meet each other more and more, Fadel softens up to Style as sees more of him. It's hard for Fadel to completely ignore the genuine care, concern and sincerity Style throws at him again and again. Style also starts to become even more intrigued by Fadel as he realizes just how deep the man is hiding himself. Not to mention the physical attraction between the two that very much exists and makes its presence known in the form of sexual fantasies.

When they actually hook up for the first time, there is only physical attraction that is driving their actions. As I mentioned before, they don't dislike each other, but they don't really like each other either. There is an emotional disconnect between the two. And I believe this is the reason this experience was not very fulfilling for either of them. Both of them seem to be the type to believe in having proper relationships instead of casual hookups, so sex without any sort of meaningful connection might be pleasant because of the physical attraction, but it's far from being able to make either of them feel content.

Comparing FadelStyle's first time to KantBison's first time makes this more evident. KantBison didn't even know each other's names when they jumped into bed together. But that didn't stop them from having a great time. They have no problems in finding sexual satisfaction without any emotional attachment. FadelStyle on the other hand seem to be unable to do that. It's a matter of preference, neither is right or wrong. The lighting choices in the two scenes also reflect the mood of the couples. For KantBison, it's a bright red-glaring, intense and passionate. The lighting is not warm, it's burning hot actually. Whereas for FadelStyle, the lighting is a cold blue, with no hint of warmth to be found.

In Fadel's fantasy, Fadel thinks about Style's interest in himself (his name and his tattoo). In Style's fantasy, Style imagines Fadel serving him with direct eye contact maintained at all times. Both of these fantasies further indicate to me that both of them crave a deeper connection with the other. And it's only when they find that connection that they can truly find sexual contentment.

I don't think Fadel meant to be that tender and worshipful with Style. I think he just couldn't help himself. Now that Style has had a taste of what it could feel like being with Fadel, he is not going to give up trying to make Fadel his. And Fadel has no way to defend against that kind of Style.

[slickfordain]

Something for your mind | Hikaru x reader

🔭𖥔 ࣪˖ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 =͟͟͞

愛 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞-𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐱[𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞] •₊ 🧿 ❏ ❜

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Hikaru Kamiki, an infamous serial killer, who is shallow and a huge asshole behind that half-assed smile of his. A guy who leaked the address of his now dead wife, Ai Hoshino. Hikaru was never one to simply just… Discard a person and fall in love right away— but, he did have a best friend… Who he deeply cared for, because he needed them for his plans. But was it really meant for him to use such a person as sweet and delicate as you? Over the past few years you see, Hikaru has been nothing but hip to hip on you, always engulfing you into a small hug— or even giving you compliments about your style. He really liked you, and really appreciated that you were just an overall chill person, who has no care for that you’re friends with a serial killer. You just take it as fate, and he lives for it.

However… There might be a day where he— needs to kill you, but that overall depends… It’s just a possibility, because what if you’re blackmailing him someday? What if someday, you were the mastermind all along? No. He couldn’t afford that, he refused to— even though he doesn’t technically have proof of it and he’s just a mess who overthinks— Hikaru definitely means no harm, that, I can assure you with… Unless you swing it the wrong way, but you’ve been such a sweetheart he doesn’t think he needs to get rid of you.

The always smiling man, who is completely chill and casual about his unhealthy habit, feels strange around you. It’s nothing he has felt before despite he used to be with Ai… It was a new feeling… The feeling of obsession. Hikaru wasn’t dumb, he knew what this feeling was— and immediately recognized it even. It was the recognition of wanting someone, the need to possess someone’s mind and hypnotize them— To make them vulnerable and belong to him. That’s how Hikaru felt about you… Ah… He wouldn’t be all too surprised about it either… How could he be surprised, of himself obsessing over a simple girl / boy / non-binary like you? He has melted off the skins of the people who used to manipulate you for their use, has basically slaughtered the parents who never taught the bullies of yours how to apologize, and… Even murdered his own family, just for you.

It’s amusing, how a person like you makes him crazy… It’s kind of cute, now that he thinks about it like that. He thinks you’re just absolutely adorable… There was no way he could let you slip away so suddenly— no. Hikaru needed you. He needs you just like how he needed oxygen to breathe.

So, don’t be surprised whenever you exit your house, seeing well-wrapped gifts being left by your doorsteps or your bedroom door— where a name-tag is left with Hikaru’s name on it. That man is SHAMELESS and you know it; why should he hide his devotion for you? Screw this “I’d do anything for you” bs, he already does everything for you. He killed people without you needing to ask him or blink, he gives you gifts and figurines without you needing to make an effort, and overall… He picked you to be his best friend because you were just… Breathing… An odd way to love someone, a high soulmate level.

Oh, and please do not enter his basement where he has all your ex friends dead in there with their necks slit and their eyes are hanging - gauged / plucked out. You have a serial killer on the loose for you!

… Oh wait right, you’re dumb.

[dark-l-angel]

HIII okay so long request but an established relationship between the reader and comic dick grayson where they go on some dangerous mission and now they’re trapped in a room. Nightwing looks for a way out until he realizes that the reader is breathing quite heavily and he sees that the reader has a horrible injury on her upper thigh. Nightwing tears off a piece of his suit to wrap around the wound and the reader is all like “I can do it myself” and dick just ignores her and treats her injury with care and soothes her whenever she makes small hisses of pain🫶 (AM I INSANE FOR REQUESTING THIS)

Sounds fun actually.. loved it ❤

Bloody injuries

Dick Grayson x fem!reader

Finally after avoiding the threat.. you and dick sat down at a side room to catch your breaths after all the running, you two were told to sneak out some specific infos about a gang.. and here you are, after being spotted by a gangster, you both had to fight alongside each other in order to survive.

"Wrong of you to ignore the wound when you got it and continue fighting..." you muttered under your breath "lesson never learnt.. ugh" you tried to muffle the pain noise.. but too late for you, dick notice that something was wrong.

His breathing had calmed down while yours is getting heavier, he turned his head toward you to see drops of blood that were after your way, a huge cut in your upper thigh fuck.. only if he was quite more careful..

"Shit.." that's all you hear before you see dick trying to inspect it, you refused saying that you're fine and you don't want to burden him.. so you stood to continue on the mission, before your body fails you.. luckily dick was there to catch you before you fall.

He held you in bridal style to a nearby table, carefully placing you down on it.. you hiss at the pain, and you saw dick tearing his suit in order to use that piece as a bandage for the wound.

"No.. you don't have to.. I'll do it myse-" he stopped you mid sentence "don't say that, you are here bc of me" he smiled to reassure you that he's handling things.. tbh this itself wasn't smth that one person can handle, he was taking a good care of it.

The wound was actually fucked up to that much.. his gloved hands were painted with your rouge blood.. a mess the least to say, "how were you able to handle it? Like.. i know that's you're powerful and stuff but.. this is too much" you swear you could hear the pain and the guilty in his voice, trying to hide it through smiling and compliments.. "adrenaline?" You answered before you hiss at the pain again..

"Sorry.. I'm terribly sorry" dick said started to lose hope after he got his hands away from your wound, his eyes were wondering around in guilt before they landed on an aid kit.. he immediately grab it and got back to your wound.

As he was switching it up.. you can clearly see his eyes lighting up in excitement.. "i feel relieved, i thought you'd bleed to death in front of me or I'll have to get you home with an infected wound.. it doesn't matter now, you are saved now.. by your hero" he said wiggling his eyebrows to you while smirking. You rolled your eyes and laughed at his ego "guess I'm saved by the best hero around.. the mighty great nightwing" you said mocking his fans, dick burst out in laughter.. *at this point he was done with your wound* he took his hands off of it.. and kissed your face and took your lips in a gentle long kiss "i guess dick is way better, angel".

"Let's find a way out now.. believe you'll get pampered once we get home" your eyes widened "but the mission! Bruce will get angr-" "I'll take the blame, as for the mission, i might send jason for me.. he'll deal with it easier than we'll do" dick said while picking your up bridal style.

Hope you like it ❤

[stickthroughthephases]

Bi-Han headcanons from the top layer of my brain

He's just my little guy, a little rough but he's basically harmless

Cannot cook (freestyle wise), BUT he can chop like nobody’s business and he can also be very thorough because of his perfectionist tendencies so if you give him a recipe you will have an edible meal 

Not a huge inside pet person, but I think if you were to bring in a pet he wouldn’t be opposed to it, he just doesn’t see any reason to engage with the pet 

You don’t go shopping together very often as most of the supplies come in bulk month by month or for dairy, weekly. He likes to accompany you when you go which is why he schedules a day off, finds visiting town useful to understand how everything is working in the area and if there are any local threats 

Most meals he eats alone or with his brothers, because of a tight self-imposed schedule but once he has a partner, he makes an effort to have at least one proper meal which usually ends up being dinner, especially if they aren’t a morning person

As I’ve mentioned here, I’m not entirely sure these guys have a meticulous hair care routine but if their partner offers, Bi-han would have no problem letting them handle his hair (you have to build up to that because of this post)

If his partner is free for the day, and he is just doing paperwork or sitting somewhere, he would like to have them nearby, if you read to him or talk his ear off it makes him feel good because he has issues

Issues include not having enough quality time with family and he realizes how lonely it’s made him even if he tried to hide it so he makes up for it in subtle ways like eating with his partner or just having their presence a few feet apart

I don’t think he would like to shower together, I think showers are very standard for him to simply get clean and exit and by having another person it takes more time so…solo showers…unless…

Slow writer, he likes his writing, for official documents at least, to be legible and pristine so he takes his sweet time writing. Sektor got him a computer but he didn’t like that so they compromised on a typewriter and Bi-han built speed and now writing documents doesn’t take five million years

He has a GREAT memory, not photogenic but damn near close, however, you best hope you don’t do something offensive to him, he can forgive but he’ll never forget

His bun is too tight, and he gets headaches but refuses to change up the style because it's the only one that gets the job done (if it’s really bad you might just catch him with his hair down in his office, near the end of the day whilst he meditates or trains)

*You know that scene from Modern Family when Jay gets Gloria fluffy slippers and she becomes nice, yeah that’s Bi-han, he’s a bit more mellow and pleasant to be around when his hair is down which is…not a lot but still*

If you guys like these, should I write headcanons for someone other than Bi-Han...?

[aimportantsheep]

Here are some fun headcanons for the main Sing cast and, of course, a special focus on Darius since he’s the main character of my heart:

Main Cast Fun Headcanons

Buster Moon:

He secretly watches motivational videos on YouTube to stay inspired, often quoting them without realizing.

Has a surprisingly good singing voice

Rosita:

Her kids have accidentally gone viral on TikTok multiple times for their chaotic antics.

Johnny:

He often hums random tunes that end up becoming full songs, but he’s too shy to perform them right away.

Can’t resist joining street performances if he hears music while walking by.

Ash:

She secretly collects pins for her guitar strap, each one representing a different gig or important moment in her life.

Has a playlist for every mood, but refuses to share them because they’re “too personal.”

Meena:

She’s amazing at charades but pretends to be bad so others can win.

Can memorize any song after hearing it once, which amazes everyone.

Gunter:

Has an alter ego for when he’s “off-stage” and pretends to be a low-energy, serious person, but no one buys it.

Keeps a secret stash of glitter and confetti "for emergencies."

Darius Headcanons 🩷

Since he’s my favorite, let’s go deeper! 🩷✨

Dramatic Flair:

Darius cannot resist adding a dramatic flourish to everything he does. Whether it's ordering coffee or stepping into a room, it has to be an entrance.

He has a signature move for photoshoots—a head tilt and smolder that he’s perfected over the years.

Fashion Icon:

His wardrobe is huge. He has an outfit for every possible scenario, but claims he just “throws something on.”

He secretly loves wearing cozy clothes at home, but will never admit it. Louisa (My oc) probably finds him wrapped in a ridiculous blanket scarf while claiming it's "casual couture."

Over-the-Top Romantic:

If he ever falls for someone (ahem, Louisa), he goes all out. Think surprise serenades, extravagant gifts, and handwritten poetry.

For all his flair, he gets tongue-tied in moments that feel too real emotionally. His overconfidence falters, and he’ll cover it up with a joke or a dramatic gesture.

Routine Perfectionist:

His morning routine is a sacred ritual. Skincare, vocal warm-ups, and a perfectly brewed coffee are non-negotiable.

He spends an absurd amount of time styling his hair, but insists it’s “naturally perfect.”

Hidden Softness:

Darius keeps mementos from fans or people he cares about, like little notes or trinkets, but he hides them so no one thinks he’s sentimental.

He loves the quiet moments—like watching sunsets or fireflies—but only lets his guard down around someone he truly trusts.

[gabessquishytum]

Dream's a software developer (I could see either as an architect for that large-scale view mentality or as the Senior level dev that keeps getting asked to move into management type positions and just straight up refuses because he's been doing code happily for the past fifteen years and doesn't plan on changing that now).

He enjoys his job enough. He likes computers and code. It functions exactly as told (for better or worse) and appreciates the straightforwardness of it all. He's a bit insufferable to work with, but if you have an issue, he'll readily help (just be prepares for critiques on your code in the process).

Hob works at the same company as Dream, but as a front-end dev. The work he does for his day job is kinda boring. All standard corporate style web design. No fancy scripts or fun colors. But in his spare time, he weaves Javascript and CSS like a wizard and creates magical, animated scenes across the page. Would it be easier to just make a video and play it on the page instead? Sure, but where's the fun in that?

Dream and Hob get paired together on a small side project for work. Hob does the front-end work, Dream does the back-end. They get on each other's nerves at first, until Dream spots Hob tinkering with his personal code on their lunch break and is honestly a bit in awe. He's found code beautiful in its own right (the way one appreciates a well-oiled machine) but he's never seen it wielded in such a fashion before. This is the moment he falls just a little bit (read: a lotta bit) in love with Hob. He was already starting to fall for that endless charm and wit of his anyways.

The company hits the first quarter of the New Year and with it come layoffs. Hob gets fired along with some other devs from Dream's same team (a younger pair of devs: Matthew and Jessamy). A fellow named Will comes along to help Dream finish the project in Hob's stead and Dream hates every moment of it. He misses Hob, more than he ever thought he would.

So, in an impulsive rush of anger and longing, he quits the company because how dare it toss someone as good as Hob Gadling out the door without a thought? He's halfway to the café he and Hob had started frequenting together when he realizes that he's just thrown away a career fifteen years in the making. But when he finally gets to the café and sees Hob tapping away on his laptop, he knows he's made the right choice.

Dream slides into the seat across from him and proposes that they build something wonderful together. So they create a small business of their own. They become a freelance web dev team (and steal Jessamy and Matthew as well) and with their skills combined, they take off. It's not huge, but for their size, they're incredibly popular. And Dream's certain he's never enjoyed his work more than when he's working beside Hob.

Later on, Hob proposes to Dream via a custom website with the most beautiful web animations he's ever seen before. And of course, he says yes.

(If you're curious about what inspired this, here's the website: http://www.species-in-pieces.com)

This is such a good concept for a story!!! I really really love aus where Dream and Hob are coworkers. Dream being the grumpy, awkward guy who hides behind his coffee mug while Hob is the popular, chatty one who tries to get Dream involved in fun office activities or socialising after work - it makes so much sense to me.

And Dream quitting his long-term dream job because he's mad that genuinely talented people have been laid off? I love it. Dream just has this inate appreciation for hard work and good art, and that's exactly what Hob (and Jessamy and Matthew) do. How dare the stupid company not understand that they're firing people who deserve to thrive and grow in an environment which actually appreciates them? Everyone is shocked that Dream has quit (not only that, he sends around an email to everyone in the company from the ceo all the way down to the work experience guy, outlining exactly why he quit) because he seemed to be the type to play by the rules and never leave his comfort zone. Apparently, Hob has really helped him bloom into a much more confident person, able to express his principles and strive for better.

And Hob isn't surprised, because he always knew that Dream had the courage, talent and ambition to strike out on his own. Maybe he just needed a bit of love and understanding. Which Hob is only too happy to provide.

Their work together sometimes involves long hours and stress, but Dream wouldn't ever want to go back to the slightly soulless corporation where he used to be. Even if he's tired and a little frustrated by Hob’s disorganised workspace, Dream is perfectly content. There's nothing better than curling up in Hob’s lap while he taps away on a line of code. Plus, he has a great time building their wedding website. Hob got to propose, so Dream gets to celebrate their upcoming marriage with his own expression of love through code. The theme colours are, of course, black and red <3

[talesfromthesnogbox]

I Want Your Video

Summary: Henry is roped into getting off on camera, the Hysterical Literature AU nobody asked for.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8,815

AO3 Link

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“Pez…”

“Hazza! Come on, you’d be doing me a huge favour.”

Henry rolled his eyes. He loved his best friend Percy, he really did, but he had a knack for getting Henry to do things he would normally never do. And this… this, was something he’d never thought about doing, ever.

“Pez, I’ve got an actual following now. Don’t you think this is a little…”

“No! This is perfect for you. And with your next book coming soon too, trust me Henry, this will be great, you’ll be great."

See, Henry was a writer, just… not a very successful one. Until recently. His debut novel How to Steal a Heart didn’t do as well as he’d hoped when he upended his life and moved from London to Brooklyn. Broke from trying to market his book, and determined to not accept defeat, he took a job with his publisher, where he’d then become friends with one of the lawyers on staff, one Alex Claremont-Diaz. Unfortunately for Henry, Alex was so so much like Gabriel, the love interest to James in Henry’s novel. It was like he’d shook the book and watched Alex step out as he got to know the other man, and in his opinion, his perfect man.

How to Steal a Heart wasn’t the Pride & Prejudice Henry had hoped to one day write, but it was his first novel, and absolutely his baby. Three years sitting on the shelves with hardly any sales had Henry close to throwing in the towel. Alex encouraged him to keep writing, even if only for himself, but it was hard for him to find motivation to continue. It was only weeks later that Alex would send him the TikTok that would change his life. The book blew up, Henry started getting recognized on the street, the interviews poured in, and suddenly, he was signing for books two and three with his publisher.

And Pez, his best friend, wanted him to do porn.

“I know what’s going through your head, young man. The video isn’t porn, it’s an artistic statement on human sexuality.”

“Pez. You want me to sit on camera and read a book while someone tugs me off, it’s porn.” Henry played with his signet ring, refusing to meet Pez’s eyes.

“No one will be touching you, dear. It’s all remote control based, and very safe and respectful. I would keep my spot on the team but you know I’ve got to go back to London to see my dear Granny. Please Hazza?”

Henry rolled his eyes. “How many people are in the room with me? And do I have to get Shaan to sign off on anything?”

Pez’s excitable gasp put a smile on Henry’s face. “Oh my god you’re a lifesaver! I’ll send the documents over for him to glance at. The shoot is on Saturday morning, wear what you like, you’re still gonna be clothed above the waist. Just one person of your choosing in the room to start and stop the camera, or none if you like! I’ll drop off the goods at your office on Friday before I leave.”

By the time Friday rolled around, Henry had almost forgotten what he’d agreed to. Almost. Pez flew through his office like a tornado, giving him advice on what to wear, how to style his hair, and finally, dropping off what he came for.

“Brand spanking new, and yours to keep after the shoot, you’re welcome. I’ve got one like that too and… you are very welcome.” Henry grimaced. “I’m sure you two will have a lot of fun.”

“Everything I’ve learned about your sex life has been against my will.” Henry inspected the box Pez gave him. The packaging was nice, sturdy, expensive feeling. 

“Well I happen to know you’re more of a size queen than I am, so lube up friend, there’s some in the box.”

His face scrunched in disgust as he reminded himself to never tell Pez anything ever again. 

“Right, thanks for that then I suppose. Anything else I should know about—”

A knock and a mass of dark, curly hair interrupted his train of thought. Alex.

“Shit sorry, didn’t know you had company.” 

Henry scrambled to hide the box Pez had dropped off, eyebrows shooting into his hairline as Pez shot him a look. “Not to worry dear, Auntie Pezza has a flight to catch. See you later boys, oh and Henry, tell me how it goes?”

Henry nodded at his friend, waving him off. “Safe travels, all the rest. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Alex turned to Henry, a question gleaming in his eyes. “Hot date later?”

His eyebrows shot up into his hairline as Henry puffed out a breath. “No, no not quite.”

“Excellent. So you’ll be around tomorrow afternoon then?” Alex looked almost hopeful.

Henry winced. “Also not quite, no. Tomorrow night maybe?” He knew he’d probably be keyed up and feeling slightly self conscious after the shoot, drinks with his other best friend slash office crush would definitely keep his mind occupied.

Alex shrugged. “Sure, I can make that work. Want to try that new place in Greenwich?” He flashed his million dollar smile at Henry, the one that never failed to make him melt.

He’s straight, he’s straight, he’s straight!

“Sounds lovely. I’ll swing by yours around 7 and we can come up together?” 

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Alex gestured to the mound of papers on Henry’s desk, covering the unopened toy box. “So whatcha hiding in there?”

Henry’s breath hitched. “Oh—um well you see…” He stroked his chin, a faraway look taking over his features. “Well you know Pez fairly well I guess. He’s talked me into… helping out one of his friends while he’s gone with an… art… thing…”

Alex’s dark brow furrowed, he nodded along knowing he probably wouldn’t get anything more from the blond man. “Right. And I’m assuming the art… thing is tomorrow afternoon?”

He nodded, clicking his tongue. “Shouldn’t take long—well… ah—I um—” Henry stumbled on his words. “Yeah. I’ve gotta be ready for two.”

“Cool. Do I get to know what it is?”

Henry’s internal monologue had just become various screams. “Ah, um maybe I’ll tell you about it sometime once it’s done and I’ve consumed a lot of alcohol.”

Alex smirked. “Is that a challenge?”

He let out an incredulous laugh. “Git!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I want those dirty details, Fox.”

Henry blushed. “You have no idea what you’re asking for Alex.”

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The time had come for Henry to be on camera, and in all fairness to Pez, everyone so far had been really lovely. Sophie, the eager intern, had him checked in with paperwork and release forms signed, and Theo, the director of the project, walked him through the afternoon’s timeline.

“So we’ll start with a short interview, just to get a sense of who you are, a bit of your background and what you do, then we’ll take a short break to get you prepped, and from there it’s go time. I’m assuming Pez dropped off the vibrator?” Henry nodded, taking in the information in stride as he remembered what he was there to actually do. “Great. I’ll be in the other room controlling the remote for you, so you don’t have to do anything but look pretty and read. Any questions?”

“Yeah, where… um—” Henry had taken some time earlier to stretch himself out a bit in preparation, but the toy was still firmly nestled in its box. Luckily the project was fairly portable, and the small crew had invaded his new apartment.

“Where can you get yourself ready?” His place was bigger than his last shoebox, but still small enough to feel self conscious about inserting the plug knowing there were people in the room over. It had been years since he’d had roommates, and he wasn’t used to having to monitor his noise levels. “We’re setting up in the office so it’s up to you, whether you’d prefer your bedroom or bathroom, we’ll keep crew away from there.” Henry nodded in acknowledgement. “I know this is intimidating, but say the word and we stop, you know that, right?”

He let out a sigh of relief, a smile crossing his face. “Thank you. I’m okay, just a little nervous is all. I’m not unaccustomed to strangers watching me finish,” he shot Theo a look, hoping he understood he was talking about random hookups, “but I’ve never done anything on camera before.”

“Totally fine, don’t even think of it that way, you’re just reading a book!” 

He smiled and followed him into the office for the interview portion of the video.

Once he was mic’d up and properly lit, Theo started with the questions.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself a bit, tell us who you are and what you’ll be reading today.”

A warm smile crossed Henry’s face. “Hi, I’m Henry Fox, and I’m a writer. Originally hailing from London, I moved to New York with my best friend Pez to be closer to my publisher. My book How to Steal a Heart recently became popular on BookTok, and has been in the top five on the New York Times bestsellers list for twenty weeks in a row. It follows a young prince named James who goes undercover as a commoner weeks before his wedding to Lady Elizabeth. James meets Gabriel, a Spanish traveller, who’s been sent to England to steal a precious jewel from the royal family, but instead steals James’ heart.” He looks down at his desk, stroking the spine of the book. “I poured my heart and soul into this book, and it’s incredibly touching to hear how much everyone else has loved it too. But I won’t be reading this today.”

Henry picked up the other book on his desk, a well loved copy of a Regency era romance, two handsome men on the cover. “The Servant and the Gentleman by Annabelle Greene. These have kind of become my guilty pleasure read when I’m not in the headspace for something like Pride & Prejudice. There’s something romantic and sexy about the Regency era, when a simple brush of fingers can cause an audience to gasp. Of course this one is a lot, erm, smuttier than Austen’s work, but it’s a work I’ve returned to a few times.” He looks up at Theo, who’s leaning against the doorframe with a smile.

“Great! You’re a natural on camera, Henry.” Theo leads the excess crew out of the room in preparation for the next stage. He hands him a bath robe and walks him to his bedroom. “We’re going to fix up the desk a little bit, throw a sheet over it so your lower half is covered. We tested the remote already, so you just need to worry about you, okay?”

Henry nodded in understanding, taking the box from Sophie the intern, and closing his door. The nerves had begun to settle in as he unboxed the black, silicone plug. It felt nice, soft and lightweight, the small light indicating it was already on but the motor not started. He gave it a wash, letting it air dry on a clean towel as he stepped out of his trousers and briefs. His heart pounded as he poured a bit of lube on his fingers and got to work opening himself up.

A short few minutes later, he was able to slip the the toy in. Henry groaned, his cock finally warming up to the idea of what he was about to do. Taking a deep breath, he donned the robe Theo had given him, and walked out into the office.

Henry knew realistically this wasn’t the first video the crew had done. Pez mentioned they were filming twelve over the course of a few weeks, and his had been near the end, but he was fairly surprised by the professionalism of it all. He settled into his chair, a towel already laid down, and sheet covering his legs from the room, and dropped the robe. His breath hitched as the plug nudged his prostate; they hadn’t even started filming and he already knew he was fucked. 

“Alright. If we’re ready to go, I’ll just give you a bit of a run down. We’ll hit record on the camera and get out of your way, I’ve got headphones so I can monitor what you’re saying. You’ll start by introducing yourself and the book you’re reading, once you’ve finished, state your name once more and the title of the book. We’ll wait outside until you’re ready for us to come back in. I’ll control the remote from this side of the door. If ever it gets too intense or you don’t want to continue, please just yell for one of the crew and we stop. You understand so far?”

Henry nodded.

“Verbal consent please hon, things can get pretty intense and I want to make sure you’re okay.”

Henry smiled. “Yes, thank you Theo, I understand.”

He gave a quick nod and continued. “Don’t worry about holding back, noises, faces, words are all good, but please don’t feel the need to put on a show. I want you to be authentic in yourself, show us what your pleasure looks like. It’s a beautiful thing, it’s poetic, it’s art. Last thing, don’t worry about how long or short you last here. We’ve had a few people last a couple paragraphs, and one last a couple chapters. Take what you need.”

“Got it. I—I think I’m ready.”

Theo smiled. “Good, we’re ready on our end as well. I’ll hit record, and as soon as I’m out the door, you can start.”

Henry nodded one last time, wriggling in his chair and turning to the chapter. Theo gave him a thumbs up, and closed the door, leaving him alone. He took a deep breath, and stared down the barrel of the lens. “Hi, I’m Henry Fox, and today I’ll be reading The Servant and The Gentleman by Annabelle Greene.”

He cleared his throat, eyes scanning the page before he started. “Chapter ten. One bed. A very large bed, a mahogany four-poster that took up most of the sloping attic room, but still a bed in the singular rather than plural. Josiah sat awkwardly on one corner of it, the feathers in the mattress astonishingly soft.” 

Henry’s fingers twitched in anticipation, his pulse quickening; the wait for the vibrations to start was almost agonizing, and his cock thickened as the wait for pleasure stretched on. He could begin to understand why this was so erotic. He was alone so the pleasure felt like it was all his, but in reality, someone on the other side of that door held the key to his undoing.

He continued the chapter, getting accustomed to the way his voice sounded in the room alone, when he jolted as a low thrumming vibration started. “He’d noticed, then. He’d seen what Josiah had secretly h-hoped he would. Josiah took a step towards Hartley, seized with a sudden, overwhelming desire to k-kiss him.” Henry stumbled over the words, taking deep breaths as he tried to read in earnest. He shifted in his seat, hoping to take some pressure away, but the new angle had the bulbous head of the plug settle right up against his prostate. Almost like clockwork, the vibrations levelled up.

His words became breathy, and he gulped in air, trying to hold back the whines he desperately wanted to let go, but he kept reading. “He held his breath as Mr. Balfour moved closer. Close enough to press against him, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. Hartley sighed, a deep shiver running through him as he looked into the man’s warm brown eyes—Oh!” Henry dropped the book from his left hand, his palm coming flat to the table as he tilted his head down and closed his eyes in pleasure. He bit his lip, and scrunched his nose, resisting the urge to roll his hips. His cock was now fully interested in what was happening, he was half hard, and so badly wanted to wrap his hand around his length. But with a low chuckle, he returned both hands to the book and continued reading. 

“He couldn’t even think of him as Mr. Balfour anymore.” Henry composed himself, getting accustomed to the new speed of the toy. “Not in this naked, vulnerable light. Master, servant, Mr. Hartley, Mr. Balfour; no rank, no polite form of address, quite held up to scrutiny. Not here. Not now.” He gasped, gripping the book with white knuckled fingers, and let the air out with a hum through closed lips. “Fuckin’ hell that’s… wow.” With a shake of his head, he read on.

“The man in front of him was Josiah. As for himself, he was no one, no one at all. Just a terrified creature in desperate need of relief, of fulfilment that only Josiah could provide.” His voice was shaky, and his knee bounced under the table. “Hartley stared, briefly shocked at the idea of it, before Josiah’s lips met his, and thoughts were suddenly, deliciously drowned in f—uuuuck.” Henry threw his head back, chest heaving as he finally gave into his instincts and let his hips roll. With every rock of his hips, the plug pushed against his prostate, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. His cock leaked a steady stream of precum, and his fingers itched to grasp himself, spread his wetness down his length, pump into his fist, with a name on his lips. And suddenly he remembered where he was again. “Deliciously drowned in feeling.”

“There was no room anymore. No door, no walls, no confinement whatsoever. With J-Josiah’s kiss came infinite sp—infinite space; a liberation so complete that H-Hartley couldn’t help but sigh with relief.” His fingers shook as he traced the words, and suddenly, that telltale tingle at the base of his spine started. “O—oh f—fuck.” He moaned in earnest, the dam breaking now as he writhed in his seat. “He—unnhh!” Henry slammed his palm down against the desk again, shoulders hunching forwards as his hand curled. He was close, but it wasn’t enough. If he could only get a hand around himself… 

Henry panted lowly, not sure if it was deemed appropriate to ask to go up in speed, but as if his mind had been read, the vibrations kicked it up a notch. The book was long forgotten, his eyes were closed, and he was sure his face was a picture of pleasure. A second jolt of pleasure railed through him as the piece of the toy wedged against his perineum sparked to life. His cock leaked steadily now, he shook as he reached back to grip the edge of the chair, a strangled cry leaving his throat. His other hand slammed against the table, losing his page in the book entirely. His hips rocked against the chair and he whimpered. “Ffffuck, f—fuck, A—Ale…. christ.” He choked in a breath, back going taut as his hips stuttered, and with a shout, he came. 

His ass clenched around the plug as he painted the towel draped across his lap. The shocks kept coming, he felt like it would never end, like he never wanted it to end, it was fucking good. An airy giggle left his lips as his head lolled back, the aftershocks of his orgasm wracking through him, milking the plug he had absolutely no control over. Henry kind of felt invincible, like he could do it again, and again, and again, until his body could give nothing else. He’d never came so hard, not even with the best fuck he’d had, and in that moment he knew, he’d put on a damn good show.

The camera crew must have heard him coming down, because the vibrations stopped shortly after he’d caught his breath. Henry chuckled and shook his head, breathing in once, twice, then looking right down the barrel of the lens again and saying, “My name is Henry Fox, and I’ve just read The Servant and The Gentleman by Annabelle Greene.”

He blinked once, twice, giving Theo enough room to cut the end of his shot, then he moved to clean himself up. Wiping himself down brought the sudden realization that this was going to be online… and then it dawned on him… what if Alex saw this? 

---

Henry wrung his hands together as he met up with Alex for their dinner in Greenwich. He was still keyed up despite the satiated feeling that took over his body as soon as Theo and his crew left that afternoon; it was a different type of intensity, the anticipation of knowing Alex could find out at any point what he was doing that afternoon. And of course, the anxiety of knowing he’d pretty well shouted Alex’s name as he came.

“Henry… hey, are you… are you there man?”

Henry blinked at Alex, shaking his head slightly pulling himself out of his thoughts. “Yes, yes sorry. You were saying?”

Alex stopped, pulling Henry to the edge of the sidewalk when he’d earned a grumble under their breath from a passing pedestrian. “Are you okay? You seem off. Did something happen?”

“What? No, I’m fine! I’m fine.”

Alex cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that? You’ve been quiet since you came to get me.”

A smile graced Henry’s face finally, hopefully levelling out some of Alex’s concern. “Yes, I’m sure, I’m fine. I think this afternoon was just a little more… intense than I was anticipating.”

“Oh yeah!” Alex lit up once more, guiding Henry back onto the sidewalk towards their destination. “How’d your art thing go?”

Henry held back the urge to laugh. What did he even say to that? It was incredible? The best orgasm he’d ever had? Oh, I came so hard my brain leaked out my ears, and you can watch it all in dazzling 4K, coming soon to a youtube channel near you. Don’t get freaked out if you maybe hear your name towards the end, I definitely wasn’t thinking of you railing me into next week.

“It was good, the people were nice.”

Alex shot him a look. “That’s it? You ever gonna tell me what it was about? Oh! Or will I maybe see it down the line?” A high pitched giggle left Henry’s mouth. “What’s that supposed to mean? My god, did you like pose nude or something?”

Henry tilted his head side to side, face scrunched. “Or something.” 

“What!” Alex grabbed Henry’s forearm, shooting heat through him and making him blush. That beautiful smile graced his features, deviant and excitable, making him feel oddly supported. “Oh my god Henry, did you do a boudoir shoot? This whole time I thought you were a prude, have you been holding out on me?”

Henry scoffed. “You’ve read my book, you know I’m not a prude.”

“I thought we were friends, would you just tell me already? It’s killing me here man!” 

“Maybe in time. And with a lot of alcohol, remember? Just… drop it for tonight, please?”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’ll drop it. But when you do finally tell me what it was, I wanna see it!”

Henry’s heart skipped a beat. “Absolutely not.”

---

irl chaos demon

[10:15 p.m.] Dude, have you seen this?

Alex swiped away Nora’s text, knowing it was probably some TikTok trend, and he was not willing to start on that rabbit hole tonight.

 irl chaos demon

[10:18 p.m.] I just finished watching it and… I think you’ll want to see this 👀

He eyed the message carefully before finally clicking on the notification and seeing the youtube link she’d sent him. Intimate Words: Session Ten: Henry.

Oh?

The thumbnail was vague. Alex recognized the background to be Henry’s apartment office space, with the wall of books behind him. He was seated at his desk, a book open in front of him, as he smiled softly into the camera. His hair wasn’t messy, but it wasn’t slicked back into his usual perfect coif. Alex imagined this softer, more undone version of Henry was one reserved for the comforts of his own home when he shared it with someone more… well intimately. He clicked through to the video, a short logo stinger introducing it, and oh! This must have been the art thing he was doing those few weeks ago!

Alex paused the video, considering the idea of texting Henry to let him know he would be watching… but then remembered how skittish he’d been about it. He’d gotten the impression that Henry didn’t want Alex watching this. The description was about as vague as the thumbnail, it read ‘Author Henry Fox reads from The Servant and The Gentleman by Annabelle Greene. Directed by Theo Lawson’ 

It seemed straightforward enough, just Henry reading a book… so then why was he so embarrassed about it?

Alex did the only thing he could think to do at that moment. He called June.

“Hey Lil Bit, what’s up?”

“Did Nora show you a video of Henry?”

June scoffed. “Yeah, she did. I didn’t watch it all the way through cause he’s like my less annoying non-biological brother and that would be weird, but…”

“Why didn’t you finish the video? She said I’ll want to see it, but it didn’t sound like Henry wanted me to see it.” 

June went silent. 

“Bug, what’s up with this fucking video?”

“Alejandro!” Nora joined the call, sitting beside June. “To what do we owe the pleasure, we just got into bed.”

“Gross. Nora what’s with the link?”

“Ooooooh! Did you watch it? Hot, right?”

It was Alex’s turn to be silent.

“Oooohhhkay, I’m going to guess from your lack of response you either didn’t watch it, or are currently questioning your sexuality.”

“Nora, why the fuck would this video make me question my sexuality?”

Nora chuckled. “So you really didn’t watch it, huh. Have you actually not heard about this project?”

“Clearly I haven’t.” Alex went right to Google. The Intimate Words project. He clicked on the first link to the official site and read through the description, eyes going wide. “Nora… did Henry… sorry explain this to me like I’m five. What am I looking at?”

“Henry read a book on camera while getting some good vibrations, pun intended, as an artistic statement in favour of normalizing what pleasure looks like on different people.”

Alex took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. Soooo, should I watch it?”

“I dunno Alex, should you?”

“I mean do I want to watch it?”

Her voice went softer. “I can’t answer that Alejandro, do you want to watch it?”

Alex dropped his hand, looking at the video thumbnail again. Henry’s soft smile stared back, warm and inviting, and for a moment, a flutter erupted in his chest. He was straight. He was straight? At least he was pretty sure he was straight… Was he? 

His head spun as he thought back to every interaction he’d had with Henry since meeting him. They riffed off each other perfectly, best buds, a good pal, but… but Alex was disappointed whenever Henry would cancel plans, and everything felt better, brighter, when Henry was around. 

A few minutes of comfortable silence had passed. “Nora? I’m gonna go.”

“You okay Lil Bit?” This time it was June that chimed in.

“Yeah, I’m good, well, we’ll see how I’m feeling in a bit I guess.”

“Call me when you’re done!” Nora shouted over the phone.

“Ew, that’s my brother, asshole.”

Alex hung up before their fighting turned into something he wouldn’t be able to un-hear, and clicked on the video. His heart was thrumming in his chest as Henry’s smooth voice rang through his bedroom, and he began reading.

It was only a minute or so into the video, but nothing out of the ordinary had happened. It was just Henry, he was just reading, and maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. He was twitchier than usual, but Alex figured it had to do with the nature of the video he was performing in. Henry didn’t seem like the type of person to do anything like this. Admittedly, Alex didn’t know really much about Henry’s dating life, he tended to keep pretty quiet about it at work or otherwise, but apparently he was more adventurous than Alex thought him to be. 

But then came the stuttering. 

And Alex’s body finally caught up with what his brain knew he was watching.

From the first breathy gasp Henry let out, Alex knew the answer to the question he’d had in his mind since the phone call with Nora. It was a clear and resounding no. 

He watched as Henry bit his full bottom lip, a stream of little noises spilling from between his teeth. Alex could see the way his fingers trembled against the desk, like Henry was unable to control the way they spasmed as he let what clearly was a magnificent feeling wash over him. He wasn’t entirely sure just what was being used on Henry, but his mind ran rampant with ideas, and it took less than a minute for his own cock to stir in his joggers. 

Alright, guess we’re doing this.

Henry’s voice shook deliciously as he continued to read, and for a moment, Alex thought about having him read aloud while Henry rode his cock. He groaned at the idea, which apparently Henry from the video could tell. “Fuckin’ hell that’s… wow.”

The surprise from his lips was almost endearing, no, adorable, but only for another minute because shortly after Henry let out a downright filthy string of expletives. 

“Fuck baby.” Alex groaned, watching Henry grind away on his desk chair. He wanted to mark up that perfect neck, suck bruises wherever he could, nip away at those sinful collarbones… he wanted to be the one making Henry feel like that.

Henry’s composure was waining, and so was Alex’s as his fingers twitched, itching to get a hand on himself. He could see the moment Henry gave up on the task at hand and focused purely on his pleasure, chasing what he needed, and good god, it was the hottest fucking thing Alex had seen in his thirty years of life. Better than anything he’d read, anything he’d seen, porn or otherwise, this video would ruin anyone else for him. Henry would ruin anyone else for him. His eyes were glued to the screen, he didn’t even want to blink in case he missed anything, and… was that his name?

Alex scrubbed backwards, hitting play and listening carefully and… “Ffffuck, f—fuck, A—Ale…. christ.”

He paused the video, the pleasure on Henry’s face frozen in time, the pleasure he’d gotten seconds after saying his name. Alex.

Alex opened his messages and texted Nora back.

TO: irl chaos demon

[10:58 p.m.] We’re talking about this tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Not tonight, tomorrow. Tonight Alex was preoccupied. 

The sexuality crisis could wait. The imagery of Henry getting off with his name on his lips was past the point of sending Alex into a spiral, and right to him being horny about it. He pulled his half hard cock out of his joggers, not even bothering with pushing them down knowing this would be quick. A few tugs with his hand had him throbbing and leaking over his knuckles. He closed his eyes, the memory of Henry’s breathy whimpers racing through his mind. A bite of his lip and a throaty groan of his own, and quickly, Alex was spilling over his fingers, making a mess of his hand and the waistband of his joggers.

He only allowed himself a moment of contemplation before he was wiping his hand off on his bottoms, they’d have to be washed anyways, and going to brush his teeth.

As he stared at his reflection, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, Alex did what he did in every crisis. He made a list.

That video of Henry turned him on.

Nora thought he’d want to see the video, and he did.

If he was being honest, that wasn’t the first time he’d had some kind of… feeling like that for a man.

On some level, he knew that he had to be somewhat into Henry 

That video of Henry really fucking turned him on.

With a sigh, Alex contemplated what this meant for him. There was no problem with him accepting the fact that he was low-key into guys. If anything, it opened up the dating pool for him… but he had a feeling he didn’t really want the dating pool to be opened past… well… Henry. He’d never really given a thought to his sexuality. Yeah, he liked women, he was confident in that for sure, but he’d never really thought about dating men until Henry.

By this point it was nearly midnight, and Alex’s head was spinning. He texted the group chat with Nora and June suggesting brunch in the morning and crawled into bed, hoping some clarity would come with sleep. That night he dreamt of Henry.

---

Brunch the next morning was… eventful to say the least. There was a lot of teasing on Nora’s part, and Alex spent the whole meal red (and not from the effects of bottomless mimosas). After much contemplation, and a chat with both Nora and June, Alex came to the conclusion that he was bisexual.

The more he said it, the more he felt like it really fit, and by the end of the weekend, Alex was feeling more confident about himself than he had felt in a while.

Monday morning at the office felt a little bit brighter, there was a spring in his step and for once he actually felt relaxed after a weekend off. That is until he opened his calendar and remembered that he agreed to lunch with Henry today.

“Alex, good morning.”

Speak of the devil.

“H-hey man, how was your weekend?” Alex picked up his coffee, blowing away the steam before taking a sip.

“It was nice, got a lot of writing done actually. I have another meeting this morning about my latest draft, but it’s all been pretty ‘good vibes’ so far with this book.”

Alex choked on his coffee, his nose burning from the hot liquid suddenly entering his airway.

“Oh god, are you alright?”

Alex nodded frantically, reaching for some tissues to wipe down the mess. “Fine, fine sorry, went down the wrong pipe there.”

Henry chuckled. “Just learning to swallow?” 

“Something like that.”

Henry’s eyebrows rose, oh god, Alex thought, am I actually successfully flirting with Henry?

“So lunch. Spencer and Zarah can’t make it today, I think it’s just gonna be us two. I was hoping to maybe check out that new Thai place?”

Alex blinked slowly. Lunch alone with Henry sounded dangerous, but it would be suspicious if he also randomly bailed. “Yeah, sounds great. I’ll meet you at the elevator at 1?”

Henry smiled warmly and nodded. “See you then!” He looked back and waved once he’d walked away, and Instantly Alex knew he was screwed.

The morning stretched on as Alex waited for the clock to strike 1. Henry looked so good today in a soft sweater, the collar of his shirt peeking through, and his hair just a little bit undone. His heart fluttered anxiously as he watched the clock, not even knowing what the hell he even did that morning, and then finally, it was time. Alex grabbed his wallet and phone, forcing himself to walk, not run, to the elevators where Henry was waiting. Unfortunately for him, the sight of Henry made him lose every coherent thought he’d had until that point.

They rode the elevator down in complete silence, Alex worrying the entire time about what they’d talk about once they were seated. Henry luckily filled the silence with updates on his meeting, prattling on about the book and the notes he was getting from his editor. 

The restaurant was a short walk away, and by the time they were seated, Henry had already recounted all the important bits of his meeting. They read through the menus, Henry glancing up to Alex every once in a while, and glancing back down with a blush when Alex caught his eye. Neither conversed with each other, even after the waiter took their orders and filled their water glasses. 

Alex could feel the tension between them. He was making it weird, but all he could see right now was Henry seated across from him, writhing in pleasure instead of the put together slightly stuffy persona he kept up during working hours. From spending the weekend fantasizing about him, to sitting across from him at lunch was a very strange dichotomy, and suddenly Alex was having a hard time separating the two Henry’s in his mind. Was it getting hot in here? 

“Alright, what’s bothering you? I’ve literally never seen you this quiet.”

Alex’s eyes went wide, his mouth gaped like a fish… he had absolutely no idea what to say. Does he just come clean? Tell Henry everything that had transpired over the weekend? Or does he lie and say he’s fine, just under the weather? Henry could usually read him like an open book, no matter what he says, he’d know Alex was lying. So all that he could come up with was, “I’m bisexual.”

Henry raised his eyebrows. He could tell that wasn’t what Alex had intended to say based on the slight wince that followed his short and succinct coming out. 

“Sorry… that—I-I didn’t—”

“Alex.” Henry reached across the table and laid his hand on top of Alex’s lightly. Alex’s brain promptly shuts down. “Thank you for telling me.”

He nods, eyes focused on their hands. “Yeah, ‘course, you’re my best friend, Hen.”

Henry smiled bashfully and pulled his hand away, taking a sip of water. “I’m not the first person you told, am I?”

Alex laughed, feeling a lot more himself now that Henry was guiding their conversation. “No, Nora and June kinda walked me through a sexuality crisis over the weekend.” Shit!

Intrigued, Henry raised his eyebrow. “Oh?”

Again, Alex started feeling hot under the collar, his smile dropped.

“Someone catch your interest?”

“Ah… um…” Alex winced. “Something like that.”

Henry nodded, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Do I know him?”

Alex froze. He felt himself coming to a crossroad; he could laugh off the whole thing and say it was some actor in some new movie, typical bullshit, or he could come clean. Coming clean would obviously be the harder road… but would it? It would mean he wouldn’t have to dance around Henry like he had all day, maybe he could stop picturing his face masked in pleasure whenever he threw his head back in a laugh, and maybe, just maybe, it could mean Henry felt that way about him too.

Decision made, Alex begun to nod. “Yeah, actually, you do.” He played with the beads of his bracelet, a nervous habit he’d picked up, and braced himself. “Henry, I-I saw your video.”

Video… my vid—oh dear lord. Henry felt a hundred different emotions wash through him, confusion, fear, and embarrassment being the main features. “Oh god.”

“I—I think it was—”

Henry put a hand up, effectively stopping Alex from saying anything further. “I’m sorry I just… I’d really like for you to not finish that sentence.” He remembered the end of that video A—Ale…. christ… and let out a deep sigh. “Oh god.”

“Hen—”

“I… sorry I’ve got a meeting to get to.”

---

“Fuck, Pez. Fuck.”

“Hazza, I’m failing to see how this is a bad thing.”

Henry let his head fall to his desk with a thunk. “I said his fucking name Percy.”

Pez laughed on the other end of the phone. “Oh I know darling, I was a little offended it wasn’t my name on your lips, but this was a long time coming to be honest.”

“Pez.” Henry pleaded. “Please.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll behave. But I stand by what I said, I’m failing to see how this is bad for you. The man basically said you were his bisexual awakening, why are you on the phone with me instead of getting railed by—”

“Because! I don’t think I’m strong enough to only be with him casually. With him, it has to be all or nothing.”

He can hear Pez snort on, the tinny effect of his phone speaker doing nothing to hide the snark. “Okay, so go all in then.”

“But what if—”

“Babes, all I’m hearing are excuses. Why don’t you just talk to him? He’s obviously into you in some way, or he wouldn’t have even said anything about the video.”

“But I don’t know if he even had positive thoughts about the video, I left before he could say anything about it. What if he’s totally disgusted?”

“You’re not considering the facts though love, he said someone caught his interest, and—shush! Let me finish! Someone caught his interest and then he mentioned seeing you in that video. Sorry Hen but it sounds like you’re incorrect here.”

Unfortunately it did sound like Pez had a point. There was nothing really left to say, Henry had to admit defeat.

“Hazza, just talk to him. Please. I can feel your gay panic all the way in bloody London. I think you’ll be surprised by what he has to say.” 

“Fine, fine. I’ll text him. To meet up and talk tonight. Or something.”

“Yes! That’s the spirit! Let me know how it goes mate.”

Henry watched the call disappear from his screen to find he’d already received a text from Alex. 

Alex

[2:15 p.m.] Hey man, I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable  earlier, it really wasn’t my intention, I hope you know that.

He worried the skin of his lip, crafting a response that would have him on edge all day.

TO: Alex

[3:05 p.m.] Hi Alex, I understand that wasn’t your intention,  you didn’t make me uncomfortable, I was just startled.

[3:06 p.m.] Can we talk later today? I’d like the opportunity  to maybe clear the air a little bit between us.

Alex

[3:07 p.m.] Oh thank god you’re alive

[3:07 p.m.] Yeah, wanna come to mine after work? 

TO: Alex

[3:08 p.m.] Yes I’ll swing by yours after I let David out for a walk.

---

He was stalling. Henry knew he was stalling, and he didn’t care, he did not want to face this head on, but he knew he had to.

After a moment outside, Henry knew he had to face Alex, and knocked on his door. As if he were standing right behind it, Alex appeared moments later.

“Alex.”

“Hi.”

They stood there looking at each other for a moment before Henry gestured at the door. “Do you mind if I—?”

Alex spurred to life. “Right, yeah, come in.” He stepped aside and let Henry in, leading him towards the living room. “Can I get you anything? A beer, glass of wine, hell I can whip up a margarita.”

Henry smiled. “I think perhaps we should have this conversation sober?”

“Yeah, good idea actually.” Alex moved to sit next to Henry on the couch, leaving more space between them than they usually kept. “If you don’t mind, can I start?” Henry motioned for Alex to go ahead. “I want to apologize. Before you shot the video it didn’t sound like you really wanted anyone to know what it was. I didn’t seek it out, I promise. Nora sent it to me, I think she knew I was bi before I did, but I really shouldn’t have opened it. I thought about ignoring it, but I didn’t, I violated your trust and your wishes, and I’m really, truly sorry for that.”

“Alex, it’s okay—” 

“But it’s not Hen. You told me not to watch it and I did anyway.”

Henry chuckled to himself. “I don’t recall telling you not to watch it, I think a part of me hoped you would before I… well we’ll get to that, but I didn’t explicitly say do not seek this out. People I know were bound to see it at some point or another, I’m not mad you saw it Alex.”

“You’re not?”

“Gods no. I’m more than a little embarrassed to tell you the truth. It was quite empowering, I don’t think I’ve ever felt that hot in my life, but…” Henry’s heart slammed in his chest, it was now or never. “Alex, I said, fuck I practically moaned your name.”

“A-are you embarrassed that you did it, or that it was—”

“Don’t even think about saying it, you know I’d never be embarrassed of how I feel about you.”

Alex’s breath hitched. “And how do you feel about me Henry?”

Henry’s fierce expression turned a little sad, and Alex braced himself for rejection. “You have to understand Alex, I don’t—I don’t do casual, and you just came out.”

Alex frowned. “Okay, when did I say I wanted casual?”

“Well I just thought—” 

“You thought wrong then. Yes, I’m attracted to you. Like mega, big time, holy shit attracted to you. But I also like you Henry. And yeah, I’m new to this whole bisexuality thing, your fucking performance sent me down a rabbit hole I’m honestly surprised I’d never been down before, but I’d also like to take you on dates, and hold your hand, and kiss you just because I want to.”

“You’re attracted to me?” A rosy blush graced his high cheekbones.

“Obviously. Have you not seen yourself? And in that video? Jesus Christ I thought I was going to combust.”

Henry shrugged. “I honestly haven’t watched the video. I’ve never felt so… free, or sexy, like I felt so good after filming that, but I’m worried I just look silly.”

Alex scooted closer on the couch, letting his fingers rest lightly on Henry’s to test the water. When Henry didn’t pull away, Alex moved to cover his whole hand, lacing their fingers together. 

“Trust me, there’s no way you could look silly doing what you did. You looked so hot baby.”

A pleasant shiver rolls down Henry’s spine at the pet name, and a smile settles deeper into his features.

“For the record, I have feelings for you too, I have for a while, but you’ve just always been… straight.”

Alex looked down at their joined hands, a chuckle rumbling through his chest. “Well lucky for you I’m not straight then, right?”

“Hm, yeah.” Henry moved even closer to Alex, pressing their legs up against each other. “I have to ask, have you ever been with a man, in any way?”

Alex winced. “No… but also yes.”

“Oh?”

“A friend of mine, Liam, from high school. We used to, I dunno, get off together. We never actually like… touched each other, or kissed or anything, but there was nothing straight about it. And like… he came out to me as gay after college.”

Henry nods, a smile on his face. “Ah, I understand. And… you’d want to do things like kiss me, and touch me?”

With raised eyebrows, Alex gives Henry a once-over. “I said I wanted to, didn’t I baby? Maybe not… all at once, but I’d really like to kiss you if that’s okay.”

With a bashful smile, Henry nodded. “More than okay, love.” He leaned in, bumping his nose against Alex’s gently, before connecting their lips in a chaste kiss. “How’s that?” He whispered, lips brushing against Alex’s with every syllable.

“Fucking come here.”

Henry let out a squeak as Alex hoisted him into his lap, legs falling on either side of his hips, and hands going to his shoulders. They stared intently into each other’s eyes, reading their expressions for any signs it was going too far, before meeting in the middle in a heated kiss. Alex’s hands went immediately to Henry’s waist, running his fingers across the small of his back. Henry felt more confident to let his own hands wander into the hair he so desperately wanted to feel. It was soft and thick, and everything he’d dreamed of, and with a light tug, he was able to extract a deep groan from Alex’s throat.

Henry pulled away, gazing once again into Alex’s eyes with the silent question of everything okay? His question was answered moments later when Alex hooked his hands under Henry’s ass and dragged him closer. He was breathless; they were chest to chest, and he could feel the effects of their actions from the man beneath him as their dicks slotted together along with the rest of themselves. They rushed forward again, practically drunk on each other with this newfound friction between them, lips meeting in the middle in a frantic kiss. Alex’s tongue met Henry’s and suddenly a new layer of arousal joined the party. 

Alex pulled his lips away from Henry’s, peppering pecks across his cheek and down the column of his neck. He nipped a patch of skin at the juncture of Henry’s neck and shoulder, causing a yelp from the man above him, before soothing it with the heat of his tongue. As he worshiped the soft skin of Henry’s neck with his lips, teeth, tongue, Alex’s clever hands held a commanding grip on Henry’s ass, guiding him in a rough grind. 

A whimper from Henry made Alex perk up, and he met Henry’s eyes once again.

“Oh my god, is this okay?”

“Christ, is this okay, please don’t fucking stop.”

So much for taking it slow.

With a chuckle, Alex dutifully went back to work sucking love bites on Henry’s neck. Henry’s hips moved on their own, a string of soft groans and whimpers falling from his lips as he ground down on Alex’s erection. The friction between them was heavenly, and Alex was questioning why he hadn’t tried this sooner. 

“Fuck sweetheart, that’s good.” Henry’s following groan was stifled by his teeth worrying his bottom lip, and suddenly, it was too much, and not enough for Alex. 

His grip on Henry’s ass tightened, and he used all his strength to stand up from their spot on the couch, Henry in his arms. His legs wound around Alex’s torso to keep himself from falling; he instantly felt lightheaded from the force of his blood rushing from his head to his dick. He knew Alex was strong, and worked out to keep his body in immaculate shape, but nothing could have prepared him for what it would be like to be manhandled by him. 

“Sorry, just… too much, I was like seconds away from cumming. Is this still okay?” 

Henry looked down pointedly at his own hard-on standing proudly between them before bashfully looking up at Alex.

“I guess it is, huh.”

Giggles left their throats, the two men finally having a moment to breathe after being so caught up in the moment. They giggled at the absurdity of it all, the fact that they’d danced around each other for so long, the fact that all of this came about because of some dumb (hot) video that Pez just needed him to be in. 

“Where do we go from here?”

Henry looked around Alex’s apartment. “Well where would you like to go from here? I mean we could continue on the couch, or maybe the countertop, or if you’re feeling naughty you could take me to bed.” 

Alex chuckled again, resting his head on Henry’s shoulder. “I mean us, where do we go from here?”

A smile graced his lips as Henry responded. “We’ll continue on, our standing Monday lunch dates, occasional Friday movie nights, and everything else in between, but we add the kissing, and the affection, and we just… don’t hold back what we’re feeling from each other. And we go from there. Let you get accustomed to being with a man, let our feelings develop. I’d like for you to be my boyfriend someday when you’re ready, I’d like to share my feelings with you, and ask that you communicate yours back. Sorry, that was terribly unsexy.”

“On the contrary sweetheart, open and honest communication with a side of promise for the future? Almost as sexy as contract law, talk dirty to me.” 

“Oh you cretin.” Henry swatted Alex’s chest, then leaned in for a chaste kiss. “We don’t have to go any further than you’re comfortable with tonight, but I really would like to continue what we were doing, love. Take me to bed?”

Alex’s smile was nowhere near shy. “Yeah baby, let’s go to bed.” 

[omgsuperstarg]

#K-popaddock- Toto Wolff x reader

You know I love nothing more than K-pop! So what better than dance challenges with some of the drivers and even the boss man himself for some good fun in between races.

As a driver, you knew it had been stressful having to push the pedal to the metal every weekend but you loved it and wouldn't have it any other way. Everyone knew how much of a K-pop fan you were by the edits and dance covers you uploaded and they loved when you got the chance to show off your skills.

The Mercedes admin gave you the honour of creating some content for the Team Socials and the fans knew that in your spare time, you loved to dance especially to K-pop songs. So you started the #kpopaddock in which each race weekend you tried to do at least some challenges personal and fan-voted. So for the newest edition, it was time to see the other drivers on Grid show their moves and the poison was EXO Kai's Rover since it was the easiest and you knew most of the guys could pick it up well.

And so it began, it was enjoyable seeing the guys try their hand at the choreography. Charles and Carlos put their own flavour and comedy into the dance as you knew the C² would. Max and Daniel did the dance well and Lewis put his own style and improvised a dance to the song.

Now this was the moment that the fans would go ballistic over. It's a proven fact that Toto is a staple to the F1 internet and what better way to get the fangirls screaming than their fave principal dancing. The admin had him agree to do some content but he doesn't know what kind so it was time to break the news and document it.

"Hey boss man, I hope you're ready for your special challenge", you say smiling hiding your evil intentions on what your boss has to do.

'"I hope nothing too difficult and embarrassing.", the Austrian principal speaks with a hint of amusement.

"As we all know, you can party hard and dance so I want to challenge you to bust a move utilizing some k-pop choreo and the whole garage is going to be your personal cheerleader", the garage erupts into cheers and whistles with some taking out their phones ready to capture the moment.

Toto's face resembles a cherry with blood rushing to his cheeks but knowing Toto he's not one to refuse but I did have a stipulation if he did forfeit.

"Just so you know sir, if you fail to accept you must wear wolf ears for the remainder of today's proceedings. So choose wisely!", you say in giddy excitement.

You could hear him mutter in German at the mess he's about to enter.

"Don't worry boss, your dance will be cool and simple to complete and that song is 2PMs My house. Get your popcorn yall cuz this is finna be a show you'll never forget", you profess like an announcer at a circus saving the best act for last.

You begin to teach Toto the moves and he's a surprisingly quick study, its always nice to see the man you look up to have a little breather since race days always have him stressed and the cherry on the cake is that it gives the team a morale boost.

"You think you're ready Mr. Wolff?", you inquire to your commander.

"Yes, I hope I don't embarrass myself too much. I'm marvelled at you. Not only you're a great driver yet here you displaying another facet of your talent. Im quite proud of you.", he confesses after which he gives you a huge wolff hug.

NOW ITS SHOWTIME!!! With all cameras at the ready and baited breath, this was his debut and you placed the cat headband on him for good measure and then the music started.

It was such a huge moment that even some of the other garages came to sneak a peak at the powerful Wolff getting his dance on and in the end, he did pretty great and the crowd loved it. Some cameramen even documented it live. It was truly an ICONIC Toto moment! You didn't think Toto was able to move his hips like that but he proved you wrong.

You even sent the video to Mrs Susie so she could see her beloved husband in action and she LIVED FOR IT AS WELL as well as little Jack laughing at seeing his dad dance😊😂👌

"AHHHHHHHHH, yep!!!!! This is millions-worthy right here. THE FANS ARE GOING TO EAT THIS UP!!!!!", you say as you observe the footage.

"You did really good Toto, im proud of you. The ears stay on", you said running to prep for the day's races before he can rebuttal.

Bonus Clip

At the end of the day, you placed P4 and to celebrate you had one more challenge to do and it was a compilation of Lee Chaeyeon's Knock. You've been practising for all four levels of the dance and now it's time to bare the fruits of the labour. Dressed in your outfit, you proceeded to leave it all on the track for everyone to see!

[lucawrites11]

Yes, this is, of course, a personal opinion, but I kind of gives me the ick when children are so overexposed or even used with sponsors an things like that.

That’s why I love how Irene and her wife do it. Their child goes to matches, he may appear on TV, and he is an active participant in that part of his mum’s life, but they don’t really show his face in social media. It’s like an extra layer of security, and also respecting how he may want to show himself in social media when he is older.

In Evie’s case, she is old enough to consent if she wants to hacer her picture posted.

i personally i am very close to this as someone who learnt my mum was posting me on Facebook when someone i didn't like said they saw a photo of me. the account was private but my mum was friends with them but i didn't know and that hurt me. i banned her from posting me and she was upset and refused for a year but i refused to have my photo taken until she agreed and passive aggressive comments were made for four years until i snapped and i said she could post them as long as she asked me first. i was around seven/eight at the time. social media is permanent and i am very happy the photos aren't out there especially since my transition

i am not a huge fan at all of how harper and koby's faces are shown on social media, there's also photos of them naked in baths as babies and things are on show and that's just not it. i get where katrina is coming from sometimes with raising awareness of mums in sport but i think players like alex morgan, crystal dunn, tameka yallop and ali krieger/ashlyn harris just generally strike that balance a lot better if not perfectly. i think lina and lisa hurtig do it the best

anyway for the headcanons on the kids level of privacy of social media please read below

evie: her face is shown occasionally but lucy has always let her approve it and it's rarely a photo of her when she's not playing football or she's on the pitch/supporting her family. the occasionally when the rule is broken is a photo of her not showing her face walking narla or a couple of photos of her playing football in lockdown

lissa: she rarely appears on daan and ellie's feed especially during the season. she can be seen in a couple of their stories maybe once a month and more often on international breaks. her face isn't hidden but it's never a photo of just her, it's more often a family photo. daan and the dutch team much prefer to do photos from her point of view, lissa has always loved a camera so they have a little series sometimes where they post photos/videos that lissa has taken. it's always cute and keeps lissa's privacy

emy, sienna and matteo: no face on social media or anywhere intentional until she and sienna make their senior debut then it's pretty hard to avoid. even then no public social media until they are 16. matteo rarely if ever appears online even as an adult

élia and lluc: you would have to work hard to find any photos of them anywhere until they turn around 5 or 6 and then there are a few alexia posts of them playing football. their faces are never out there but they will reference their existence in posts or in the media occasionally when talking about their life. they also posted a photo of their feet when they were born but nothing more. however, jenni and alexia's entire storage is filled with photos they will willing show to anyone who says so much of a single word about their kids

frøya: the world doesn't ever even know her birthday. but there are some photos of her back and feet where you can appreciate her stylish shoe collection and ingrid's ability to style her hair. when she's on a pitch with them, ingrid has her wear sunglasses that she's labelled as special to hide her eyes. frøya thinks it's funny to not see that well so she doesn't mind

tilde and elvy: they pop up occasionally, more often on their stories but only in family photos and only when the kids agree to it. they are also spotted on the pitch and on denmark and sweden socials in their constant competition about where they have more fun and which country is better but only ever with permission and it's often the back of their heads and on their stories. they often make use of their close friends story to post about them to just a select few people especially their former chelsea teammates

[sanderstime]

My Favorite Headcanons

This is mostly for AU's that don't take place where they are all In the mind of the same person. A lot of them are appearance-based. This might be a ramble but yeah here. Logan: -He's the tallest of the sides. This guy in my head would be one lanky intimidating-looking mf then you turn around and find him geeking out over a jelly brand. -He likes to slick back his hair, not like completely but with a few strands left in the front... and he only doesn't style it like that when by himself or with people he trusts.

-He wears rectangular-shaped glasses.

-He's neurodiverse, I think he is very autism-coded and that's cool so why not make it fanon y'know?

-He learns how to help people through panic/anxiety attacks specifically because of meeting Virgil.

-He takes time to learn about other people's interests, or at least the basic rundown about it so he can understand and not be confused when they talk about them (Even when he refuses to participate in those interests or doesn't like them.)

-He memorized the entire history of Crofters, it's one of his special interests somehow.

-He doesn't like weddings, but he somehow ends up being the one keeping the whole event together.

-At parties, he's basically the guy who looks after everyone. Making sure everyone whose passed out didn't hit their heads, putting spare blankets over them, and driving his friends home all while mumbling what idiots they are, but endearingly.

-he likes small get-togethers with friends but not so much big parties.

-He's the kind of guy you need to warm up too, he seems standoffish at first but he truly cares and is very kind underneath the surface,

-He's *awful* at video games that aren't tetris or puzzle games, he will always lose at Mortal Kombat/Smash Bros/Ect but despite that he gets competitive. So he tries to avoid them.

-Likes to debunk cryptid/

Virgil:

-He's very average height. He's not really tall but he isn't tiny either.

-He has dark circles normally but he puts dark eyeshadow on top of them to hide them and because he likes how it looks.

-He has his hair dyed purple, yeah no surprise but in an AU where they don't all have the same hair... I think his should be a pretty purple color.

-Definitely utilizes his piercings. He wears black studs, and really depends but I like the idea of him having snakebites. Go full emo.

-He has freckles when he's out in the sun enough to have them.

-He's gotten each of the other sides to help him touch up his hair before. Except Remus, he knows Remus would try to dye it green.

-He has a special set of noise-cancelling headphones when he wants to be left alone and another set because he's worried he won't hear his phone going off or someone break in.

-He can't cook for shit, like he burns macaroni. He tried to put a plastic plate on an oven and he can barely make ramen. -He has a ton of blankets, one for each surface he would sit on in his home. -He owns a LOT of posters, most are of punk bands and nightmare before Christmas.

-Absolutely loves Spiders and Bats, has a pet spider duh.

-Despite talking a big game, and being into spooky things, he is a huge scaredy cat. He hides behind his hands or into the body of whoever is sitting closest to him(if he trusts them)

Patton:

-Round glasses. Everyone does this already buy I love him having wire-framed glasses.

-Light brown hair. Like super light brown hair where it might as well be dirty blonde.

-Has all the freckles, the most freckles. Just give them all to him.

-He is really hard *not* to get along with, he tries to speak to everyone with kindness and treat them kindly- even if they do upset him.

-He is an excellent cook and baker, literally he makes goodies all the time and will give them away to his friends to eat.

-very supportive of his friends interests, he will be so confused but he will nod and smile and ask questions.

-He cries very easily, he'll cry at commercials, movies, shows, music videos, books, while everyone else is fine. They all support him though.

-He likes sprite. Idk he seems like a sprite guy.

-I don't have many headcanons for him

-has the most collectables or collections of any of the others.

Roman:

-I imagine him being more on the shorter side but... he's pretty damn fit. Dude does morning runs while listening to Disney songs.

-Has the best voice of all the sides.

-He has a whole ass morning routine, like a special one with detailed skincare.

-Has the curliest hair of the sides

-This dude loves singing, he sings super loud while in the shower and constantly imagines himself singing in a concert. He sings any chance he can get, in the car, suggesting karaoke nights at any opportunity.

-The type of guy to sing you happy birthday everyday the week of your birthday to make you feel special.

-When he first meets people, he will often act charming and try to befriend them. Mostly just new neighbors, coworkers, ect ect. Just is a huge gentlemen.

-really only lets loose his more chaotic side when he gets to know others.

(I'll make another post with the dark sides later, but this is my thoughts here on the main four. :) )

[vlovebug]

Valentine headcannons because I can.

turning and after (I can't find why he was turned so I'm making my own way) and general

(I'll be honest some of these don't make sense but neither do I)

(I'm taking things from other vampire movies and applying them to monster-high vampires, mainly The Little Vampire ( 2007), all Hotel Transylvania movies, and some things from redacted audios ( yes I pulled this card so what)

he was turned only because of that old vampire dude (I forgot his name but he was the bad guy that was in charge of the vampire heart thing) needed a soldier and he had a magic core, so he was chosen with his mom

he had his magic core (power core or something) before his turning.

old vampire dude taught him that stealing love was the only right way to get it.

he was forced to train in many ways. ( fighting, torture, self-defense, etc)

at first, he refused to drink any type of blood because he was disgusted with himself, so he only went off love but that soon changed as he wasn't getting enough.

he was told if he didn't do something right, he would be starved ( cruel)

he struggled with his strengths for a long while, breaking things and bending them without warning. because of this, he has to keep a very good hold on his emotions ( news flash, he can't do that very well)

his fangs would cut his lips and tongue constantly so they had to put stuff on his fangs to protect his mouth ( modern stuff includes foram and just hiding his fangs in his gums)

he has to make himself look more human when going out ( fangs back into gums, sunglasses, something longsleeved or something that covers his skin from the sun rays, he will also just make glamors( magic covers) over himself if he's feeling lazy)

he can heal himself and others if needed (I've seen vampires be able to do that so all vampires that learn it can do it)

all vampires' eyes do that thing where the pupils shrink ( predator stare), some do it on purpose and some only do it when threatened.

his eye color can go from red to pink depending on if he drank blood or went off love. his eyes are pink 80% of the time

he can make illusions but depending on the size it can only last so long.

he can fly ( more like float but it is kinda of the same thing)

all vampires have bat forms ( we know this where am I going with this?)but they can also have a pair of small bat wings and tails on their forms at all times ( kinda like a hybrid of sorts, this is only the case if they get their bat form and go through a transformation ( vampire puberty )

he makes bat sounds (I love bat sounds, they itch my brain)

he likes putting his hair in styles his mom used to wear in BC ( or was it AD?)

he has daggers hidden on his person at all times because of monster/ vampire hunters

he likes to make fun of and torture hunters

he artistic

15 languages ( both verbal and nonverbal)

he can't sing but boy can he hum

has had his core touched and he punched the shit out of the person that did the touching out of shock.

he doesn't use his arms or hands in fights often because he likes kicking people

cries blood instead of water

has a pet reptile ( haven't decided which one)

has a HUGE soft spot for animals ( less for flying monkeys but he still loves the nice ones)

absolutly hates tomaotes, apples, bellpepers, anything with a bad texture, smell, or colour ( same)

we know he has a sweet tooth but I think he wouldn't like dark chocolate (I'm just giving him more of my traits at this point)

he bites ice cream and then whines when it hurts his teeth from the cold

he accidentally locks himself in places you wouldn't expect ( expert in finding spots that get you stuck 🤝)

in the comic thing, he's not seen till he's ready. based on that I would think that He is really hard to find when he doesn't want to be seen and can hide his presence ( how does that work? We will never know)

He can't spell nor remember easy words but can somehow be completely fine with large words ( ah yes another of my problems given to my comfort character)

he has a heart on his chest ( did I say this already?)

hes flexible as fuck ( military training ?)

he teaches spelldon and others he knows stuff that they wanna learn ( if he knows how ofc)

he never lies ( after the movie ofc) because he knows the truth will only hurt more with lies.

can be protective when with people

Mom friend ( mom friend)

( if they become friends) Draculaura tottled his car once and he's banned her from driving his car ( I would too)

can braid hair like no other, you need to fix your hair? he's there with a hair tie ( only if you tell him the can ofc)

I'm done, my brain is fried and I'm losing my ability to spell.

[alykatsevents]

She/they, pansexual and asexual, 19

Fandoms: hazbin hotel romantic male matchup please!

I have blueish-gray eyes with red hair that's in a side shave (like one side on my hair is shaved). I am chubby, I have tons of freckles except on my face. I like wearing emo style clothes or comfy clothes like hoodies and sweats. I hate dresses and shorts, I don't like showing off skin. I do have tattoos 3 of them for rn, legend of Zelda one, one about my mom and one about a trip I took.

Likes: anything with drawing/painting, games including board games.

Dislikes: driving (I refuse to get a driver's license it's a huge fear of mine.) I'm not scared of being in a car just driving it.

Isfp-t, I am a cancer. People say I have rbf (resting bitch face). Though I am really nice to people, unless they mess with the people I care about then I couldn't care less about them. I try to be helpful when I can. When I am around people I know, I can be loud and talkative (the loud part isn't on purpose it's just when I'm happy or excited and yes I have been told to quiet down or to shut up because of it.) I tend to put people a lot before myself. I don't really like talking about my personal issues to anyone and can be known as the therapy friend. It's the opposite though when I'm around people I don't know, I'll be quiet and not wanting to interact. I have adhd, depression and anxiety (wonderful I know). When I do get upset I don't talk and won't interact until I have calmed down. I do cuss a lot though I'm more careful when I'm around kids/people I don't know. If I have a fight with someone I prefer to sit and talk it out and hate it when they walk away from me when I'm just trying to talk to them. I tend to hide who I really am towards people, putting on a mask or a persona if you wanna call it that.

//if you need anything else just message me and thank you!! ♥️

I match you with...

Husk!

~Your description reminded me a lot of Angel Dust in general, So I thought this would be a good match up

~Husk spends most of his time at the bar, Fixing alcoholic drinks for you and if you don't like alcohol, he'll just make regular drinks for you

~He has the drinks premade for you when you first wake up

~He likes to keep y'all's relationship more on the private side, due to the fact he is deeply scared of Alastor holding you over his head

~He's not the best at drawing but he'll draw with you if you want him too

~He's rather insecure about his looks so that is something you'll have to reassure him about it, With him reassuring anything you might be insecure about

~He hates it when y'all fight so when your ready to sit down and talk, he's ready

~He adores your tattoos and traces over them when he can

~His love language is gift giving so he'll gift you drinks, pencils, colored pencils, anything you need

~He adores you but doesn't show it, He's scared it could be used against him, It's hell for fucks sake

~With both of y'all's resting bitch faces, anyone is anxious to approach yall

~He keeps reminding you to take care of yourself and put yourself first

~If you use fidget toys he keeps them in a drawer in the bar so anytime you need them, he has em for you

~Your the only one he lets touch his wings

[thebifrostincidentlive]

night in the woods gender + sexuality + appearance headcanons (i’m not sorry)

mae borowski - this little kitty is so nonbinary she/they actually. she probably really grapples with her identity + i doubt she’s told her parents. the closest they’ve got is saying it quietly whilst watching tv with their dad but he didn’t hear her. she’s panromantic asexual but she’s only ever loved two people. she dresses very grunge, typical uk indie style and has super short messy brown hair. she never got any piercings but she has a couple of stick n pokes on her legs just above her ankles

gregg lee - cis male and gay, i feel like he sorta always knew he was gay and has always been very loud about it. he dresses fairly alternative, not quite full punk like casey was but fairly similar. he has a septum ring that he has to turn inside his nose at work and bleaches his hair blonde. He has a tattoo of a sheep on his forearm

bea santello - cis female. she’s bisexual but doesn’t really talk about it, the only girl she’s ever had feelings for is mae. she feels quite ashamed because she knew before her mother’s passing but never told her, so she’s left with this huge feeling of guilt as if she’s still hiding something from her. she dresses very gothically of course, and has a bridge piercing, a septum ring, an eyebrow piercing and snake bites. when she has the money, she takes a trip to bright harbor and spends the day getting a couple of tattooes. she now has seven up her right arm and three on her left. she has long dyed black hair.

angus delaney - cis male. he’s struggled with his homosexuality for a very long time and refused to accept it for a long time also. gregg is the only person he’s ever had feelings for. he dresses in a similar uk indie style to mae and has short dreads. he has no tattooes but he plans to get one the day he leaves possum springs.

germ warfare - germ is nonbinary using they/he pronouns. he’s the youngest of the group and has a baby face so they frequently gets teased for their age. they’re aromantic and mostly just interested in living their best life and spending time with his friends. they’re a typical alt kid with fluffy hair frequently dyed different colours. they don’t have any piercings or tattooes because he’s scared of needles.

casey hartley - transgender ftm. he never labelled his sexuality, just calling himself queer if he was asked. casey was a huge punk, often styling his hair in a mohawk and dying the mohawk part different colours. he also had a septum and lip piercing. he had several stick n pokes, one being an ‘M’ above his ankle (mae has a ‘C’)

[kuipernebula]

Talk about your Exhalted characters, KP. This is not a question.

I appreciate the sentiment, but like. I dunno. I really wish I could talk about this shit in a context where people understood what I was talking about.

I'll shorten the list to just the shortlist of Sidereal Exalted I've developed to be played. I actually have more Sidereal PC's I wanna play than this but these 4 have received the most development and cook time in my brain. I need to make it 5 to hit the last Sidereal caste(/closest thing to classes the game has) but only one idea has hit me with any lucidity and it was like, a week ago, so it needs to cook some more.

Listed in order that the maidens are generally listed (Coincidentally, also the order of their planets)

The Journeys is a young man born in an independent city state in the jungles of the South East, one of the rare few cultures around the Dreaming Sea with few imperial ambitions. Here, members of [PC's] family were bonded to a tiger cub at birth, to act as their sibling and protector. Such was his life, until he came of age. Then, the Prasadi Empire sought to finally incorporate his home into its imperial regime. Guided by visions of a golden tiger, [PC] and his brother led his people to a hidden grotto beyond the notice of Prasad - but not heaven. Now, [PC] and his brother act as agents of fate, helping lead others to where they must be. Well. When they feel like it.

[PC] is loud, obnoxious, messy, and immature - but he's forceful, charismatic, and diligent, so he tends to get by just fine. His brother, by contrast, is serious, chooses his words(?) carefully, but refuses to raise a claw if its not in his or his brother's interest. At essence 2, [PC] gets a charm that lets him turn his brother into a God that works fro the Bureau of Destiny, meaning they're OFFICIALLY co-workers, and also his brother gets a human form and can talk.

His charms aren't as solid as the other ideas yet but he's a Tiger stylist, and fights in tandem with his brother. They're kind of attached at the hip. And if you try to say they're not brothers or bring up blood relation then they'll both probably try to kill you. (I need to pick a Sidereal Martial Art for him but I haven't found one I like quite yet.)

The Serenities is a former slave to House Cynis on the blessed isle. [Here there's some gray area in his backstory, as the specifics of his slavery and how he got there juggles in my head, and his exaltation isn't super clear.] Now he is forced to work alongside such figures as the Goddess of Slavery (who keeps calling him) and the Bronze Faction (set up a status quo that allows slavery to flourish.) To avoid killing his coworkers, he became a drunk, but became so enamored with wine and alcohol that he also became a legendary brewmaster. Most other Sidereals think of him as a laissez-faire drunk with a rude but friendly demeanor.

Though he works diligently for the Bureau of Destiny, he is largely entrenched in his own personal revenge project: burning all of House Cynis to the ground. The corrupt house that enslaved him cannot be allowed to stand. He will do anything to curry favor and allies to this goal, and will equally hide all his intentions about it until he knows for sure they can be trusted.

His fighting style is the Drunken God style, which isn't in the game yet so I haven't nailed down a lot of specifics. He also uses Augmented Implements of Strive to improve his use of Improvised Weapons, allowing him to turn any bar fight into a huge spectacle. (His Sidereal Martial Art could be a few things, but Sapphire Veil of Passions might lean the best into his Drunken Fist shenanigans, while the unreleased Amaranthine Chains of Samsara might be better thematically if it's about breaking those chains.)

The charm synergy I'm most excited for with him is that he gets a craft charm called Elemental Vision that gives you bonuses based on your Maiden's element; among other things, this includes that Elementals and Dragon-Blooded of the appropriate element have an automatic tie of Patience towards you. House Cynis is famously Wood aspect. Venus is the Maiden of Wood.

The Chosen of Secrets is a lightly Sun Wukong-inspired Super Thief. A huge adrenaline junkie that finds infiltration and larceny to be the height of excitement, he got his start in the Scavenger Lands, working under a Scavenger Lord picking apart First Age ruins. There he found his first true score: a seemingly-ordinary walking stick with a band of prismatic metal on his tip. He knew it, and himself, were destined for more than this particular Scavenger Lord, so he absconded with it. He was picked up by heaven shortly thereafter.

His various heists are viewed by most of his coworkers in the Bureau as an eccentric hobby and nothing more, mostly because he mostly sticks to Creation-based targets. Which isn't to say he hasn't considered Heavenly targets - he just needs the right plan. Either way, he has no interest in Faction politics, and regards the affairs of the Bureau as a day job he has to entertain for his salary.

His walking stick is the Starmetal artifact Gnomon, once wielded by a Solar Phantom Thief who famously stole it as a cutting from one of Heaven's Peach Trees of Immortality. Now it's our guy's, and it's main power is to stop time for brief moments, often to assist in a fight or in a heist.

He combines the above with Monkey Style Martial Arts, his Sidereal Charms (like most of the Larceny tree), and later on, Emerald Gyre of Aeons style. (It's the Martial Arts style about Time Loops, Eternity, and Time.) (Monkey Style and Gyre both styles that use Staves as weapons, and Gnomon is a staff. Synergy!)

The Endings is my Exalted character I've developed the most, Kyon Shi. Orphaned while still an infant in one of the Hundred Kingdoms, he fell in with other urchins. When he was learning to walk, he earned his name from a kindly old widow who would give food to the urchins. She found his awkward hops endearing, and thus called him "my own little kyonshi" in jest. The name stuck with the urchins, who found his pale skin and haunted eyes eerie.

As he grew, he became more and more enamored with death and funerals, consuming as much information as he could from the undertaker, from adults, from priests, whoever would let an orphan ask them questions. They, as with the urchins, found it off-putting, but sometimes humored him.

When he was still young, the other urchins decided they had enough of him. One of them - a boy that Kyon had once awkwardly expressed interest in - offered to meet him, alone, at the graveyard that night. He excitedly went to find his whole gang of street toughs. They proceeded to beat him half to death, stick him in a grave, and attempt to bury him alive. Kyon lost consciousness and the next thing he knew, he was above ground, with the boys having run away.

When he was old enough to make the journey himself, he hitched a ride on with a merchant caravan to the tomb-city of Sijan. There he, like many other morbid youths, joined the ranks of the city's mortuary students. He felt like he lagged behind many, but not all, of his fellows, but after much hard work, graduated top of his class.

His first assignment as a fully-fledged Sijanese funerist was to enter and clean one of the oldest tombs of the city. Inside, however, he found an old, dying man, who claimed that his sucessor was found, and it was his time. Kyon Shi felt compassion for the dying man, and performed a short funeral service for him. When he exited the tomb, he was greeted by a woman who introduced herself as The Green Lady.

Now he works for the Bureau of Destiny and is a key member of the Convention on the Dead. The Green Lady has taken him under her wing, and he has been given the impression he's being groomed to take over her position as Chair of the Convention one day, a position he'd be excited to accept. He trusts her implicitly, and would do anything to please or impress her, but since she's James Bond in The Underworld she can be... enigmatic. (In large part he views her so highly because she's the first person to see potential or promise in him; at every turn before hand, he had to earn it.)

His secretary is a ghost named Peach Blossom Princess, who lives in his manse in heaven and helps handle his paperwork. His manse, for what its worth, is contained in a folded space under a Torii. Enter it one way and you enter the Memorial of the Starless Soldier, a solemn and sacred place built by Saturn and Sol Invictus shortly after the Divine Revolution meant to honor the un-Exalted mortal soldiers of the Revolution. Enter the other way, and you are right outside Kyon's home, a temple-mansion-dojo where he (and his secretary) live (and train) between missions. (No matter which way you enter the Torii, it appears to be under an eternal starry, moonless sky)

Primarily he wants to build up relations between ghosts in the underworld and the bureaus of heaven; he thinks a future can be built where the dead can be part of the affairs of destiny, where all can be met with compassion. Secondarily, he wants to build relations with ancestor cults, as he thinks this, too, could be a valuable function of their alliance. This is idealistic, of course, but it's why he's tentatively aligned with the Gold faction.

He fights with the extremely deadly and unsettling Hungry Ghost Style, which emulates the movements and hunger of the angry dead. He is also a skilled necromancer, having been trained by The Green Lady herself; he maintains the ghostly bindings of his secretary himself. He also has most of the undead stuff in the Medicine tree, and also the charm where you become legally dead to heaven by performing your own funeral and thus get to be considered undead when it would benefit you (like if you are underwater).

He may eventually learn the Albicant Sepulcher of Extinction style, a Sidereal Martial Art made by one of the Deathlords. (How is up to debate...)

The other thing I've spent a ton of time on with him is that he has TONS of fun acts about various funeral practices around creation. I wrote down tons of them. I should write down some more.

[lostcndfound]

Name: Willoughby Clay

Nickname: Will

Age and Birthday: Looks in early 30s

Height: 5ft9

Pronouns and gender:  Uses he/him pronouns and their equivalents. Man. But it’s a long story and best boiled down with ‘his gender is performative but whose isn’t?’ and then left alone. 

What they are: A kind of wild fae - debatably. 

Style and Appearance: Lot of corduroy and knits. Brings a sort of ‘former hippie who became an english professor in a wes anderson film’ vibe to things when out in public. Thick dark hair, typically styled up and back, and at least a few days of stubble growth. Has light hazel eyes. 

Piercings and tattoos: None. 

Scars and distinguishing marks: None. 

Sexuality: Closest human equivalent would be pan or bi. Not got a lot of experience, but is up for trying most things, and is also very open about his lack of experience in all things romantic or sexual. 

FC: X

Abilities: Travel between worlds with total ease using the in betweens. Shadows, rivers, bridges, thresholds. Anywhere he wants at dawn and dusk. Physically alter shape and appearance to that of a human. Tough skin, a bit of a resistance to some physical harm but nothing huge. Wicked good sense of smell for all kinds of things, but especially good at finding magic. 

Weaknesses: Iron. Perfumes fuck him up, too strong, too much of a chemical feel. Creature brain says you hide when things are scary, so he is prone to spooking and then destroying things to disappear. Seems like a weakness. 

Links:  Canon - Media  -  Fun Stuff  -  Aesthetic  -  Music  -  Threads

Other bits and pieces:

As said, the human look is an ability. One he will keep up under almost all circumstances. He knows people who are aware of non-humanoid fae do not take them seriously in their real appearance, and he’s invested a lot into being ‘Willoughby’. It is a physical form.

Comes from the inbetweens. A sort of refuse pocket between realms, where things that get lost might end up, and which exists more strongly within the transitional parts of realms. Sometimes you lose something and it ends up there on its own. Findable by its original owners, or by something else, making it gone forever to the person who lost it. It’s sort of a junkyard. 

Sells things he finds in the in between, both in fairy markets and human ones. Stall is always called Lost and Found. A mix of genuinely interesting stuff, and total crap. Sort of a dodgy antique dealer, because sometimes things need some help getting lost before he claims them. 

Considers himself a gentleman thief. 

Only part of his inhuman appearance that's seen occasionally are the claws, four of them on each hand, two long, two short. For digging and climbing. They can do some harm, but aren’t meant for it. Potentially people might feel a roughness to his tongue, too, which is definitely a normal human length at all times, don’t look any closer, take my word for it. 

Has a true name in a fairy sense. A name that has power over him. But that’s a lets talk ooc if you want your muse to know it thing, cause he isn’t someone whose real name would be a known entity. Not important enough to be recorded anywhere. 

Temper can show when things don’t go how he wants and expects. Prone to tantrums and outbursts. Petty, vindictive, hissy fit throwing.

Wants to be taken seriously. Sticks to his idea of what is proper and respectable regardless, even though it was informed by literature, and almost exclusively things written before the 1930s. 

Actually isn't completely ignorant to a lot of human things, he lives in a world of lost crap after all, he's seen more and read more than what he's latched onto as 'Will'. There are still major gaps in his knowledge though, putting people together through trash isn't the best method of getting a full understanding.

Long form backstory and bio (Least necessary read, you can skip these bits):

Willoughby is just a little creature. Born into a junk pile of lost and unwanted belongings. Not considered a fae by most of faerie, but humans who don’t know better would see him as one. Initially raised with a family, and then isolated over the years. It’s a lonely existence just scuffling around an endless field of trash searching for stuff to eat. Incidentally, part of why they’re so good at snuffling up magic is because spirits that get lost are a staple part of their diet. Usually it’s parts of spirits, full human or fae don’t usually wind up with them. 

At some point in the endless repetitive cycle of searching, they stumbled upon something quite unique. A house. An entire home. A large country house at that. Something that could’ve been used as a filming location for a bbc miniseries based on a Jane Austen novel. Maybe it’s not landed gentry, managed by the national trust levels of big, but it was clearly a home with money and worth. Left to moulder and rot for a few decades, totally abandoned and untouched. Furniture, belongings, everything. 

Exploring the house brought them to a library full of crumbling and poorly cared for books, hallways of portraits and little bits and pieces to uncover and learn about the people who’d lived there. All subtly covered in the smell of fae magic. Whatever got the house lost, it involved some kind of pissed off fairy. 

So they created a character, for fun at first, built from the stories they’d read. Name picked from the pages to fit the home. He became ‘him’, not really having any connection or relationship to human concepts of gender before, but ‘him’ seemed the most fun when it came to stomping around an empty home and playing pretend. Willoughby wasn’t the only voice, he was just the one that lasted, that became more than just play. 

He thinks he can duel, swords of guns, that he's a deft hand with a bow and arrow, and an accomplished piano-forte player. Reality might say otherwise. Only having himself to please and impress. Also likes croquet, cross stitch, writing by hand, pretending he knows what horses are and how to ride them,

The appearance of 'Willoughby' wasn't taken from the portraits, they didn't look like the humans and fae he saw scavenging in the inbetween, so he took the softness, delicate features, and incredibly pale skin, to be an art style. It's never occurred to him that his human build and appearance is incongruous with the clothes, the language, the character.

Realizing their opportunity, their position, Will decided to change up how they were living and existing. Why scrounge around endlessly for survival when he could build something better for himself. Sell what he found. It wasn’t unheard of, he saw and ran away from numerous scavengers from other realms looking for goods to sell or use. So he decided to do that. You can find him at antiques fairs, flea markets, car boot sales, bring and buys, anything and everything where he can set up a little stand and sell the crap he’s found. 

Overtime, he realized it’d be easier to find stuff worth selling if he could help it to get lost. Using the ability to move through in betweens - shadows and thresholds in particular - to start finding things to make lost, only to ‘find’ them later back home. And sometimes flat out steal stuff, cause it’s easier. 

Profoundly, deeply, lonely. Very isolated. Wants to gain connection, but is always acting and playing a part, so finds it difficult because people don’t react how he expects. For the sake of RP, if we’re rolling with pre-established relationships, we can bypass getting through that outer layer, and have a more genuine connection where Will can just be them. Not Willoughby Clay, human. 

Even alone. Will stays as a human. Stays as Willoughby. Sure, if completely alone he might dress a bit less reserved, but he will always look human. It is a choice, and a part of him. He started using his hobby/entertainment of a human appearance for work. People don't take inhuman fae seriously in his line of work, even others who also aren't humanoid by nature. Fae hounds, redcaps, cat sidhe, he'd been laughed at by more than one when trying to make deals as himself. Even if they can tell, and not all can, what kind of creature he is, it made a difference to be perceived as humanoid. It got respect.

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In the Heart of the Flames Chapter 6 (NSFWish) Synopsis: Jinjer goes shopping with Wire and Quincy and start to break our of her shell a bit and Wire hooks her up with some new clothes.

Additional Tags: AFABReader, She/Her Pronouns, off-screen masturbation

WC: 3300+

Available on AO3 (can't get it to link)

     Wire walked you to Quincy’s room. She was organizing her make-up when you approached.

     “Hey Jingie and Wire!” She greeted you with a huge hug, which you reciprocated.

     “You ready to go?” you asked her.

     “You betcha! I’m so excited Wire’s coming with,” she looked up at him, “You always pick out the best clothes!”

     “Thanks Q. You two need to lead the way. I don’t know where we are going,” he smiled and stepped out of the way for her to exit and followed the two of you.

     Quincy was not a short woman, she was about as tall as Heat. She took your arm and hooked it into hers and you headed to the shopping district.

     First up was shoes. Both Quincy and Wire encouraged you to look at shoes you liked, regardless of their practicality or price. They wanted to see what you gravitated towards for your personal style. It took you a while to get out of your head. Wire noticed your struggles and picked a few various styles in your size just to give you something to try on. You hated all three of them but it got you to relax your brain and think outside the box.

     You picked a pair of booties similar to both Wire and Quincy’s with a thicker heel. You liked how they fit and were comfortable. Once you let yourself go, it became much easier. When you left the shoe store you had the black booties, a pair of regular combat style boots and a pair of lace up knee-high boots with a chunky high heel. All three were in black, but noted the other colors and decided to come back at another time to get them.

     Next was clothes. The first store none of you found anything that caught your eye. The next store had some long skirts you liked. Quincy tried to get you to try on shorter shirts, even knee length ones and you refused. She continued to try to convince you and you just got frustrated and walked out of the store.

     “Jingie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset,” she called after you.

     Her and Wire followed you down the street and off the main road. You leaned your back against the wall of a building and put your head in your hands.

     “Little one, what’s wrong?” Wire sat on the ground in front of you, not caring if he blocked the sidewalk or road.

     “I just…clothes are hard for me,” you mumbled in your hands.

     Wire gently took your hands and pulled them away then wiped the few tears that streaked your face.

     “Alright, we won’t force you. Can you tell me why they are hard for you?” his voice was kind.

     You bit your lip and fidgeted before unbuttoning the first two buttons of your blouse and pulled it over to show the little bit of your burn scars you could show.

     “They cover pretty much my whole right side. On top of them being unsightly, they could literally get me killed if the wrong people see them. Heat suggested to try to hide them with a jacket or something I could remove when I’m in a comfortable place,” you explained.

     “I see now. You think these make you unattractive too?” he asked.

     “But Jingie, you’re gorgeous! We all have scars!” Quincy added as she started to show you her scars.

     “People look at me in disgust when they see them. The memories I have with them are unpleasant too,” you said quietly.

     “How about this. You continue with Quincy. You can accompany her while she shops. I will go shopping alone. I will pick things I think you will shine in. We’ll meet back at the ship around 6PM and you can try on the things I picked,” he suggested.

     “Wire is really good at this,” Quincy smiled.

     “I will give you a heads up, there will be things you might not immediately be comfortable in, but I ask that you trust me,” he smiled and stood.

     “I can’t have you buy me a bunch of clothes,” you said.

     He tilted your head up and leaned down.

     “I’ll use the 10% you’ve been giving Heat from your deliveries,” he smirked.

     You opened your mouth and then shut it. You couldn’t argue back with him.

     “Ok, fine,” you conceded.

     “Good. I promise you won’t be disappointed, and as for protection…you have the whole crew,” he said as he leaned in and hovered his lips over yours. You closed the distance and this time his kiss was fuller. His hand caressed your face as he deepened the kiss. You let out a small moan and he smiled against your lips.

     “Wire you don’t kiss me like that anymore,” Quincy pouted.

     He pulled away and nipped your lip.

     “Because you have been a naughty girl lately. Behave and you’ll be rewarded, Q,” he said to her.

     “Ok,” she continued to pout.

     “Wait here little one,” he said as he pulled Quincy aside and they had a brief conversation and Quincy wrote something down, handed it to Wire and he headed back to the ship.

     “Wire’s changing and grabbing Papas as a buddy,” she said before you could ask the question.

     “Oh,” you replied as you touched your lips.

     “He’s a doosy huh. He kinda makes you drunk without the alcohol,” your companion said as she ushered you back to the main road.

     “Yeah, he’s like the king of seduction,” you replied.

     “He’s just confident. He knows what he is doing and knows he’s really good at it. It comes off in a wave,” Quincy explained.

     “He sure is,” you chuckled.

     The two of you continued your shopping. She got a bunch of stuff and you were able to find a few things you liked that were a good middle ground between what you wore and what Quincy was picking out for you.

     You had lunch and finished shopping then headed back to the Punk. Heat was on deck overseeing the afternoon shift on the ship.

     “Hey, love!” he said with a smile and pulled you in for a kiss.

     You welcomed him and your kiss got a few cat calls from the crew and Quincy yelled at them to get back to their chores.

     “I missed you baby,” you said quietly to him.

     “I missed you too. We’ve been spending so much time together that I felt like a part of me was missing,” he confessed.

     “Oh, you guys are the cutest!” Quincy squealed.

     You and Heat chuckled.

     “Where’s Wire?” he asked.

     “He’s still shopping. I…uh…kinda freaked out about my scars. He offered to shop for me and we could pick something out later,” you explained.

     “Oh, really? This’ll get really interesting then,” Heat said with a smile.

     “Is that a bad thing?” you asked worried.

     “No, love. It’s a good thing. You’ll be the best dressed here,” Heat replied.

     “Yeah, you’re gonna be stunning. More than you already are Jingie,” Quincy winked.

     “Remember what I told you about your scars last night?” Heat asked.

     “Yeah.”

     “Just keep what I said in mind when you are having doubts,” he smiled and kissed the tip of your nose.

     “Thanks baby,” you smiled at him.

     “You’re welcome, love,” he smiled.

     You gave him a quick kiss before you followed Quincy to her room and helped her put her new clothes away. When you were done, you headed back home to let Bea know you were OK and that you would be out the rest of the night. Quincy answered a bunch of questions from the kids as you put the few things you bought away and headed back to the Punk.

     You joined the crew for dinner, which you found out Killer cooked. It was a pasta dish that tasted delicious. Wire made it a few minutes after dinner had started and joined your table.

     “You look natural sitting here with us Jinjer,” Killer said as he took a seat with his plate.

     “Thanks. I like being around you guys. This is nice,” you said.

     “You gotta a date in mind for your little private show?” Kid asked with a devilish grin.

     “Private show?” Killer asked.

     “Yeah, our little Jinjer here wants to watch a session between Heat and I, with Wire as her “chaperone’,”

     Killer and Papas choked on their food.

     “Oh, shit,” Papas mumbled.

     “Is this a bad thing?” you asked a bit panicked.

     “Oh, no! It’s fucking fantastic,” Papas recovered, very enthusiastically.

     “Really, it’s fucking awesome. Watching Kid get put in his place is something special. Heat and Wire are the only two who can do it well. I’m working on it. I settle the captain other ways,” Killer chimed in.

     “Oh…wow…” you turned red as you thought about all the scenarios they could be talking about. You shifted in your seat and you heard Heat chuckle.

     “Oh, love you have no idea,” he whispered in your ear and you gave a little squeak.

     Wire traced a long finger down your spine and began to gently rub the small of your back. Your whole body tensed at the feeling and you sucked in a breath.

     “Oh, leave poor Jingie alone. You guys are picking on her too much. You don’t want to scare her away, do you?” Quincy chimed in as the voice of reason.

     “Thanks Quincy,” you said.

     “Anytime! Us ladies gotta stick together when these thick headed dummies let their little…” he paused and corrected her choice of words, “lower heads do the thinking for them.”

     Everyone erupted into laughter. You didn’t hear anything from Killer, but you saw his shoulders move like he was. The rest of dinner was pretty mild. You listened while Kid talked ship stuff with the others and was in awe of how well the unruly bunch came together to actually be a functional crew.

     Wire had you follow him to his room when you were all done eating. You noticed his room was across from Heat’s. His furniture was all dark wood and looked sturdy. The room itself was very tidy, not sparse, just tidy. You noticed a variety of very intriguing things around his room and could only assume what they were for. He had reinforced beams in the ceiling with different hooks and eyelets screwed into them at intervals, including over the bed. He had a sitting area with dark leather seats. There was a “small” attached bathroom. It was big enough for his height, mostly, but looked to mainly just fit him.

     He gestured to the rack of clothes he had off to one side along with a platform with shoes. He handed you an intricate lace bra and a matching pair of booty cut underwear.

     “Please change into these. You can use my bathroom. Put your clothes back on after you change,” he smiled.

     “Um, OK,” you replied bashfully.

     He stopped you before you moved.

     “The first part of feeling good about yourself in regards to what you are wearing is that you should feel good in everything you are wearing; starting with bra and underwear. It doesn't matter if no one else sees it but you,” he ran a finger down your jaw and lightly nudged you to the bathroom.

     When you emerged he had some clothes laid out on his bed.

     “How do you feel in those?” he asked with kind smile as he sat in one of the chairs.

     “They feel really nice. They fit perfectly,” you replied.

     “It’s good that they fit, but how to you feel in them?”

     You thought about it for a moment and recalled looking at yourself in the mirror.

     “I liked the way I looked in them. They made me smile and I feel good in them,” you replied.

     “Good. That is a wonderful start. I’m going to give you something to try on. You may not want to wear it tonight, but I want you to see how beautiful you are. How we all see you. There is a part I will need to help you with, but it will go over the clothes. You can either change in the bathroom or you can change here and I can help you with the whole thing. No pressure,” he said.

     You blushed and pondered his offer.

     “No groping if I change out here?” you asked. Not that you didn’t want his hands all over you, but you mainly didn’t want to be too distracted.

     “My hands will only be where they are required to be for dressing you. Unless you say other wise. Am I allowed to kiss you?”

     “Yes, just no intimate parts,” you said.

     “I wouldn't dream of it,” he gave you a cheeky smirk.

     He stood and towered over you as he leaned down and laid a brief and soft kiss to your lips before he began to unbutton your blouse. He made care to try to not touch your breasts. Once unbuttoned he slid his hands over your shoulders and down your arms to remove them from the sleeves. He let the top fall at your feet. He then unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. His fingers ran along the inside of the waist of them to slide them down without pulling your underwear with them. Your socks and shoes were already removed and he offered his hand to stabilize you as you stepped out of your pants.

     Although he had an ever present intense look on his face, you didn’t feel like he was scrutinizing you. In fact his eyes lightened and a small smile crossed his lips. He turned you around to face the mirror that was next to his bed. He bent down so his head was just above your shoulder.

     “You are beautiful, Jinjer,” he whispered as he moved your scarred arm up as he inspected it. Like Heat had done, his lips moved across it and up to your shoulder then pulled away. He stood behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

     “You keep doing that and I’m going to need new underwear,” you confessed.

     “Sorry, I will stop. I just couldn’t help myself,” he replied as he removed his hands and grabbed a white very fitted button up shirt.

     You put it on and he buttoned it about halfway up. He fastened a garter belt around your waist and had you sit on the bed as he rolled thigh high stockings up each leg and then clipped them to the belt. He then slid a pencil skirt up to your hips and zipped it in place. Then placed a mesh under-bust corset around your abdomen, hooked it closed, adjusted the alignment and then began to tighten the cords in the back. You made sure to tell him if it was too tight. When you were satisfied with the feel, he adjusted the blouse so it was open but hugged your breasts. Your bra clearly showed as it accentuated your chest but still mostly concealed the scarred part along your front. He finished the outfit with a pair of black stiletto heels.

     He turned you to the mirror again.

     “How do you feel?” he hummed.

     You stepped closer and closely inspected yourself. You recognized your face, but you felt so different than you had before. He sat back in his chair as he watched you turn and inspect yourself. Your hands ran over your body, felt the clothes. He grinned as he noticed your smile. You began to bend, strut and pose in the mirror.

     “I really like this. It makes me feel good,” you said to him though the mirror.

     “That’s good. Do you want to wear it tonight, or go with something a bit tamer? If I were to guess, all attention would be on you tonight if you wore that,” he said as you noticed him adjust his tight shorts.

     “Having an issue there?” you teased.

     “These shorts tend to be a bit confining when I’m aroused,” he said.

     “Would you like some help?” you asked with a smirk.

     “Oh, little one, that is a tempting offer, but you will need more practice to work up to me,” he smiled.

     “Can you call me something different? I don’t like it when you call me little one. It makes me feel like a child,” you asked as you bowed your head.

     “Of course. That is my default. How about sweetheart?” he asked as he offered his hand.

     You took it and he pulled you between his legs, the chair stopped you from falling into him. His hands rested on your hips as he looked into your eyes.

     “I like that much better. Thank you,” you smiled, leaned down and gave him a small kiss.

     “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Have you decided what you want to wear?” he asked.

     “I think maybe something more tame. If Mr. Stoic is having a hard time,” you giggled at your unintentional pun with “hard”, “then I think the others would blow a gasket.”

     “Wise choice. Although you look amazing in that, it’s not the main reason I’m hard right now,” he explained as he moved you out of the way and stood. He pulled a few more clothes from the rack and adjusted himself again.

     “Oh?” you asked as you began to remove the clothes you were in.

     “Watching you realize how beautiful you are, getting comfortable with your body, and finally feeling good about your wonderful assets was the turn on for me. The clothes were the cherry on top,” he said as he helped remove the corset.

     “While your body is lovely, it’s you that is beautiful. The others have a hard time expressing themselves sometimes and it comes off as sexual tension or lust. We like you for who you are, you body is a bonus. Your body could look like anything and we would still feel the same way. We’d also still find your body incredibly sexy,” he winked as he handed you the second set of clothes.

     “Wow, um…I didn’t think you guys cared so much. I thought you were all just a bunch of lovable horn-balls,” you replied as he headed to the bathroom.

     “We are a much more complex crew than people give us credit for. And that will be their downfall, underestimating us,” he gave a devilish smirk and closed the door.

     You finished undressing and stood and looked yourself over in the mirror again. You smiled at yourself and began to put on the new clothes. There was a white identical bra with the straps missing, along with a pair of skin tight black pants, paired with a simple white strappy tank top and a light blue bolero jacket. He selected a white pair of the booties you had gotten earlier.

     “Wire? Is this all. Something seems like it’s missing,” you asked as you looked yourself over.

     “Nmmm…one moment…sweetheart,” he practically moaned from the bathroom.

     Even the cool, collected Wire, had to jerk off. He was always so relaxed and calm, you thought nothing got him riled up. Sure, he’d flirt a little but not like the others.

     You took a seat on the edge of his bed and waited for him to finish. A few moments later you heard the sink and then the door opened.

     “You my dear, have done something that no one has been able to do in a very long time,” he leaned down and held your chin gently between his fingers.

     “And what’s that?” you smiled back.

     “Caused me to not be able to contain myself,” he brushed his lips against yours, not quite kissing you.

     “I’ll try not to let that achievement go to my head,” you retorted.

     He gave a deep laugh then kissed your forehead.

     “There is one thing I need to adjust on this outfit,” he said as he adjusted the tank top and then put the corset you were previously wearing back on. He turned you to the mirror and you looked yourself over. You had the same feeling you had before, but you liked how casual this was.

     “I love it!” you exclaimed.

     “Good. Should we go show you off to everyone else?” he asked as he offered you his arm. You gave him a nod.