#even tho he agreed to using the pull out method

[bunnithechubs]

who's the father?????

[soobinsonly1bf]

soobin + cockwarming while on discord with his friends

warnings: nsfw, gn!reader, reader's genitals are also not specified, softdom!soobin, sub!reader, cockwarming, in the end they fuck, kinda exhibitionism??, a little bit of humiliation, everything is consensual tho, unprotected sex, use of pull out method (guys, remember to always use protection!!!), they're so in love fr

!!nsfw under the cut, minors dni!!

it was always like this, soobin playing video games and talking with his friends on discord, while you were bored to death. but you still agreed to visit him every time he asked, knowing damn well he's not even gonna pay attention to you.

well, this time was different tho... a little bit too different, but both of you didn't mind it at all.

"be quiet." he shushed you. his hands on your hips, holding you in place and making it impossible for you to move. his dick deep inside you, making your eyes full of tears. his big cock inside of you were able to make you sob, even without moving at all.

"soobin- please..." you kept on pleading, as quiet as you could. you couldn't take it anymore. how can he be inside, but don't move? pure torture. his headphones were still on his head and the microphone was catching every little sound. goddamn his new headphones, why couldn't he keep his old ones?

"you want them to hear or what?" he asked, not even lowering his tone, with an innocent smile. it made you clench around him, you really couldn't help it... and he couldn't help the groan leaving his mouth for all of the voice chat to hear.

you could hear the questions from his friends, screaming loud enough for you to hear from his headphones. you knew his friends and did it made you even more turned on? of course it did, no matter how embarrassing it was.

your boyfriend was balls deep inside of you while on voice chat with his friends. friends that you met countless times. friends that thought of you as a smart, kinda nerdy, just like soobin, and innocent person.

but what will it be now? will they think you're a slut? just a pathetic slut that can't even leave their boyfriend alone for half an hour and just has to sit on his cock? even when he's talking with his friends? are you seriously that much of a whore that you just can't help, but need him inside of you?

"fuck, baby... calm down. don't tell me you're getting off to this?" now it was just straight up humiliating, but you knew he wasn't wrong at all. but did he seriously needed to tell his friends how much you're clenching around him now? "you like it? that my friends are gonna know how slutty you really are?" he continued, smirking down at you.

it was too much, you couldn't stand it anymore. little did you know it's not the end of his teasing, if you can still call it teasing. he took off the headphones from his head and put it on you. you froze as you heard his friends' comments.

"don't tell me soobin's seriously...", "i'm sorry, but why is it hot as hell", "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON", "at this point you can just turn on the camera too" you recognized their voices, you knew who they were and they knew you too. humiliating.

"stop..." you whined, your face now burried in the crook of his neck, the headphones dropped on the floor.

he suddenly looked worried. he took your cheeks in his hands. "shit, wait, did you meant it seriously? was it too much? god, i'm so sorry, i-" he was in panic now and you couldn't help, but giggle.

it was nice to see his usual self getting back once he thinks you're uncomfortable. because, of course, you two talked about it before starting. he would never do anything like that without your consent and it made your heart melt every time you remembered how soft he truly is.

"soobin, hey, it's alright... i just- yeah, let's end it now, okay?" you said reassuringly and he immidiately hung up from the call.

"i'm so, so sorry, baby... have i done too much? do you want to-"

"soobin, respectfully, shut the fuck up and fuck me already." you interrupted him and moved your hips, making him groan.

"shit, so you seriously liked all of this?" he asked with a soft chuckle.

soon you were both laying on his bed, him on top of you, his cock already inside. your chest pressed into the mattress and your back arched, a little bit painfully. you didn't minded it, because you felt soobin going in and out of you, leaving you with your mouth wide open.

"yeah, just like that, you're doing so good for me... and earlier you took it all so well... you really liked being heard, didn't you? fuck, i love you so much..." he continued whispering sweet nothings into your ear, getting you closer and closer to the edge.

you didn't left him in silence, also mumbling a lot of "i love you"'s every few seconds. your legs felt so weird, you were sure that if soobin stopped holding you, you would fall completely to the mattress.

soon the wave of pleasure finally hit you, making your legs shake more than they already were. you let out a loud moan, probably too loud, but both of you felt too good to care. soobin continued thrusting into you, still chasing his release.

"so pretty..." he whispered before he pulled out and started stroking himself, soon cumming on your lower back and laying right next to you.

you took his hand in yours and smiled softly at him. you felt tired, but not too tired to annoy him a little bit. "i love you... but i'm not cockwarming you ever again."

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a/n: I'M SORRY, BUT I JUST NEEDED TO WRITE THIS, IT WAS IN MY MIND FOR TOO LONG... but yeah, here's my debut on tumblr lmaoo

[anundyingfidelity]

I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part IX)

Summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader

Word count: 2.3k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings for this chapter: some spoilers and references to S4 and Gen V, mentions of sex, mentions of kindaping, so much lying from these fuckers!!

Notes: idk who's still interested on this crap because my original drafts went to hell once S4 dropped (but also my fault i was waiting for that lol), anyway I'll try to be consistent with this is giving me nightmares i swear. thank you if you're still here 😭

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And if it wasn’t much worse, there he was still, lying down on the other side of the mattress, sleeping and snoring like a stray dog you just took in to protect him from the dangers of the night. Who would have thought? But you wanted this. You fell for it eventually. And you didn’t give a single shit about it, not yet. It was great, you had to admit that. In the end, Ben was right, he could fuck pretty good and could bark about that with good reasons.

Part IX: Nobody’s Business

Rolling on your side of the bed, your eyes fluttered open. There was a warmth coming from the mattress, one that you were not used to every time you woke up. That side always came up empty, but then your mind replayed the memories of last night's events. The small and soft light emanating from the window forced you to sit up abruptly, covering your breasts with the bed sheets. The clock told you it was almost 9 a.m.

But duties are duties, you told yourself, sitting down and reaching your phone on the nightstand. There were six missed calls from an unknown number; you were pretty sure who that was. With a scoff, you got on your feet and full in your naked glory, stepped out of the room, just taking your dress from the floor to put it on as best as you could while you heard the line from the other side.

“Oi, I’ve been calling you, answer the damn phone,” the British voice on the other side spit.

You grimaced, pulling the phone away as he yelled at you before speaking. “I had important things last night. Sorry for having a life,” you lied gracefully, making your way to the kitchen to boil some water for a tea. “Besides, since do you care? I barely fucking know you, so tell me what is it before I hung up.”

Butcher sighed from the other side of the line. “I need the kid back.”

“Ryan?”

“Yeah, and I need something for it. I don’t wanna force him, but tough times require even tougher methods…”

There was a silence coming from you, trying to process his words. Soldier Boy wanted the kid, Butcher wanted the kid, and Homelander of course wanted his fucking kid. You didn’t know who was the best for Ryan. Homelander was out of the league immediately, but maybe Butcher was the only sane motherfucker between them to take care of him. After all, he was his dead wife’s son.

“What do you want me to do? You’re not gonna kidnap him, right?” you asked, unsure of what would happen if you agreed to help Butcher on it.

“No, but don’t play innocent. Can imagine you have plenty of analgesics to take down an army, doctor.”

You pictured that fucked up smirk on his face at his words, and followed his game to see if you could get somewhere.

“And what do I get in exchange? I’m not giving anything for free.”

“Novichok. Put him to deep slumber and can test the strongest drug you have on Soldier Boy without getting killed,” he whispered over the phone, as if someone was hearing his words.

“Alright, deal,” you accepted, taking off a cup to pour your tea. “Send me the address and we can meet today. Just don’t mess with me, I don’t have enough arguments to trust you right now.”

“And I can respect that. Should be receiving it soon, darling.”

With those final words, Butcher hung up the call.

Your head felt spinning, as if something had crushed you so bad. Your body hurted, and you were sore. Probably you regretted it. Not because it wasn’t good, it was something else. What had happened between Ben and you wasn’t supposed to be. It just simply couldn’t. He was a killing machine you were just reaping, eventually discarding him when you took what you needed. However, the right time to test the Anti V prototype had yet to come. Sipping from your hot tea, you heard hard steps from the stairs, and for some reason, you were not prepared to face him the morning after.

“Ah, preparing my breakfast already, doll,” Ben said cheerfully, much to your liking, and approaching you as you faced your back to him.

His arms wrapped around your waist, and as much as you wanted to enjoy his touch, you pushed him away and turned on your feet to see his confused grin.

“First of all, good morning. And second, no. You can make yourself a sandwich,” you replied.

A smile appeared on your lips as his own slowly faded away.

“So, nothing for me, even if I made you feel so good with my cock?”

“God, you’re so gross…”

Ben snorted, leaning to give soft kisses on the skin of your neck as he whispered. “I don’t remember you complaining about it last night.”

As an impulse, you shut your eyes. His touch and lips over your sensitive skin were too intoxicated for you to react quickly and stop him. Ben took the cup of tea from your hand, putting it on the countertop; the place he fucked you so good the night before. He would kill to go again, with you beneath him, yearning and crying for his dick. Or maybe he’d fuck you in the couch before taking you to your bed, exactly like he did after you did it in the kitchen…

“Stop,” you said, pushing him away softly.

He did as you asked rapidly, licking his lips, and watching your lustful gaze intently. You wanted it as much as he did, but it wasn’t the right time.

“I’m still sore,” you continued. “And I have some stuff to do right now. I have to go.”

He nodded. “Right.”

To your surprise, Ben gave you some space and you stepped up, not before taking the cup and your phone between your hands again. You stopped, standing by his side for a moment.

“Maybe later?” you said, watching his face attentively.

That sleazy smirk curved on his lips. “Later.”

You walked away then, feeling his eyes over your figure. God, you were so fucking regretting offering yourself to him already for some reason.

You sat down on the dining table as he settled down a saucer and two cups of tea with a bowl of biscuits.

“It’s not necessary–”

“Nonsense, take it,” Butcher said, taking a seat in front of you.

He served you and him the tea with an elegance only a British man could ever have, not that you expected him to have that inside. Butcher was a soldier once, now an undercover agent whom you had no idea what to expect, besides the few things Grace had told you about him, but she wasn’t there. This meeting was hidden from everyone. Butcher crossed his arms on his chest, looking at you with an expression you could not decode. You were barely knowing him after all.

“I’m not trying to poison you,” he joked, taking his own cup to taste the tea.

“Well, thanks for your kindness,” you took the cup and sipped the warm drink. It was surprisingly good. “So, weren’t you after Victoria?” you asked, following the previous conversation you had with him before sitting down.

“Yeah, cunt’s indestructible,” he remarks. “Can’t do anything now, planning on just retiring and just leaving it all...”

“There’s a fucking outburst right now between Homelander’s cult and Starlight fanatics, Victoria is almost there along with Robert Singer at the White House. Why you wanna give up on that?”

“I’m not part of the team anymore,” Butcher confessed, taking you aback.

“Is that the reason you want Ryan back?”

He nodded and you sensed vulnerability coming from him. The tough facade, the immoral plans, the thirst for revenge for the fucker who screw up his life and made his wife’s a living hell… Even your own thirst for payback and burning Vought to the ground wasn’t as big as his own grief. After all, you were just another piece on the chessboard. Butcher saw you as one, and you did the same with him and Ben. You were just taking in things that would help you to reach your own, selfish goals. One can’t compete with that.

He coughed in the middle of the silence you shared, and you noticed there was a black liquid coming off one of his ears you have never seen.

“Are you okay?” you worriedly asked.

Butcher looked like he noticed your eyes staring at the side of his face and wiped up the substance with his finger, cleaning it up with a napkin.

“You stopped taking the temp V?” you insisted on his silence.

“Yeah, I fucking did, and then had it again. The true V this time, didn’t help. Just accelerated my own death,” Butcher seemed like he didn’t give a shit as he told you.

“Fuck, are you crazy?!” you exclaimed.

“Thought it’d save me, alright?!” he ranted. “Thought it could. So I could say I had more time with Ryan, but I don’t. That’s why you’re here. Do you have what I asked or not?”

Grumbling, with your jaw tight, you took from your jacket a small packet of white powder and tossed it on top of the table.

“A sedative. Will keep him asleep for days if you’re not careful,” you announced. “Give me the gas now.”

Butcher stood up abruptly, and searched for something in one of the kitchen cabinets. He took out a grey cylindrical vessel, similar to a fire extinguisher, and left it on the floor by your feet.

“There you have it,” he said, before taking his seat back.

You didn’t say ‘thank you’, neither did he, but Butcher dared to speak out again.

“Can you come when Ryan is here?”

“Excuse me? I don’t know the kid, I don’t see why I should be here.”

“Another secret is good enough for ya,” he insisted. His face was just as plain as yours.

You didn’t know what else to expect from him at this point, but you followed him up.

“And?”

“There’s something down Godolkin. A virus, created to exterminate supes,” he explained, leaning forward and whispering as if someone else could hear outside the walls. “If your cure ain’t working, maybe you could use some help from there.”

Ben emptied the last drawer in your room. There was fucking nothing. The only pleasure he took in from sniffing into your stuff was checking your underwear, from the most comfy cotton panties to the lingerie he’d love to see on you while he fucked your brains out. And then, nothing. Emptiness. No secrets, no files. Nothing.

Not caring of putting your stuff in place, he just tossed them into the drawer. If you were to indulge back there, you would certainly notice the mess. But he didn’t care if you did. He fucked you good, but that didn’t mean he trusted you. That’s why he spent the last hours of the day checking the whole place after you left him all alone and by himself. The past few days, he had spent checking everywhere to find a clue or something that could give you away easily.

Tired, Ben went down to the living room and checked between the bookshelves, only to find dust and old books he didn’t give a shit about. He scoffed to himself, and walked to the back of the room, where the aisle ended. The carpet felt different, as if another floor was down there. He knocked on the floor with his fist. He was right; there was another floor down the living room.

“What are you fucking hiding in here?” he mumbled to himself, his mind pulling the tricks of any stuff you could probably have down there.

He pulled the carpet away and found a small metal knob, unlocked. He opened it just to reveal stairs and he went down carefully. A heavy metal door stood in front of him, an electronic panel with numbers by the side. The walls were also made of the same material, and he tensed. It wasn’t a good sign. Before, he noticed you would sneak out of your room some nights. There was no other place you should be visiting but here.

He thought of breaking the door, but it wasn’t that subtle. There was a code to get inside, probably he could get it. It had to be something important for you, right? Shouldn’t be so difficult.

But he knew better than to continue playing this fucking game of hiding the thruth from him. Anger seized him in a second, thinking of endless possibilities this could be a hidden lab. You were a doctor after all, he knew what those cocksuckers were capable of. You were no exception.

He clenched his fists tightly, and heard in the distance the sound of your car. Ben quickly climbed the stairs and covered the door to the basement. The click of the door announced you were home and he made his way to the kitchen to take out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

Once you stepped up, he poured the liquor. You left a couple of bags full with groceries on the kitchen counter as Ben gave you a dirty smile and offered the whiskey to you. It was his way of disguising what he really felt.

A quick fuck should do, he thought.

“So, later, right?” he said, taking a sip from his glass.

Immediately, you knew what those words meant.

“You’ve been waiting so long I see,” you smirked.

He pulled you closer with a single hand before claiming your lips in a harsh kiss. He smiled when you moaned against his tongue and he pulled away, this time his lips claiming the sensitive spot on your neck.

“And can’t wait any longer, sugar.”

this fic tags:

@k-slla @syrma-sensei @mostlymarvelgirl @cheynovak @drasticemotions @thesilmarillionblog @deans-spinster-witch @girlsforpjm @delaynew

[fafodill]

I'm glad you liked my (perfectly reasonable and canon compliant) ship suggestions to glacierberries. I also have a little additional bellambrige piece written in the reblogs, because evil wlw rules.

Want your opinion on those ones:

- Gilderoy Lockhart/Voldemort (narcissists, unite!)

- Severus Snape/Augusta Longbottom (Neville is hysterical)

- Lily Evans/Horace Slughorn (he talks of her SUSPICIOUSLY well)

- Sirius Black/Fenrir Greyback (if the fandom wants Sirius to bang a daddy werewolf – fine, but at least pick an actual daddy werewolf)

And our newest addition – ✨️kreagulus✨️

Regulus definitely was unhealthily obsessed with Kreacher. I mean, why else would he betray Voldemort, am I right? He just wanted to fuck him😔 #elfcelregulus

I shit you not I almost CRIED laughing as I read those. These are AMAZING!

✨Lockmort is a banger. They'd meet because Gilderoy would keep on stealing competent wizard's work, including undercover DE and leaving them with memory brain damage. Voldemort is pissed and demands to have the responsible captured. Once they finally meet (read: someone yeet Gilderoy in the room and he's on the ground at Voldy's feet), Gilderoy is absolutely shaking in fear like a newborn bird but then Voldemort (who's pretty disappointed already) gives him a compliment about his charm skills and cleverness in avoiding detection and Gilderoy gets on his feet and puff his chest in pride and they start talking. And to Voldemort's horror, the man is a HUGE moron but he's also strangely clever in his own way? (he's ravenclaw after all) Greet schemer, very good liar, very ambitious, totally narcissistic but if Voldy gives him attention and fame, then the guy might give him GREAT IDEAS to pull wool over important people's eyes and get a fuck-ton of money. Like, he's an expert con-artist! And also, he's a total whimpering sub in bed, especially when you make him look at himself in a mirror. 8.5/10, Voldy would use snakes as bondage ropes on him. 🐍

🐦‍⬛Snaugusta (I'm wheezing), I can see them bonding over Augusta coming to school one day and - as an involved guardian figure - ask to talk with the Potion Professor with whom her grandson is having so much trouble with. She's pretty pissed at first but find Severus's sternness very refreshing and totally agrees with him and his methods. They have similar old-school views about school and what is to be expected from a proper wizard. Also she finds him very attractive. Had she been 30 years younger she'd have asked him out. She won't tho, she's too well-educated to meddle with her grandson's professor. Also Severus would have said no for approximately 12 diff reasons. 6/10. IF she was to hit on him in a post-war AU and he's a bit drunk, I can see it happening. Why the fuck not, he's not even supposed to be alive and life makes no sense. It wouldn't last tho, she's way too bossy in bed.

🍷Slugvans, I mean you're right, he's clearly talking about her a bit too much and too fondly. But how could he approach her with James AND Severus ready to pounce on him if he made an inappropriate move? No, he'd have to meet her outside of school, after her graduation. He'd take her out on a lunch date on Diagon Alley and be totally prepared to be her daddy. I see him as an old gentleman, he's not lusting after her per say (he'd even blush so hard if she was to take his hand, oh my!). If we go with the idea that Lily was interested in James because of his status and the protection it would give her, then Slughorn is also a safe bet! And he's got tons of connections! She could be his dear trophy wife/sugar baby and not have to worry about getting pregnant because if they did the do, he'd be super cautious about it. Lily lives, no Harry, no prophecy, Sirius kisses James while they're drunk one night and everybody is happy. Though they wouldn't last a lifetime as she's way too fiery for his old bones and she'd get bored and leave him a few years along the line. No bad blood though. A solid 7/10.

🐺GreyBlack, yes, THIS is the werewolf daddy fanon!Sirius deserves. The problem is, Sirius is bigoted towards werewolves so if he doesn't want Remus, he won't want Fenrir. BUT he would find his 'fuck society' stance really sexy. Fenrir would so be his leather daddy after school. Sirius would act as if he's not interested then finally cave in when the man would shove him against a wall and rip his clothes apart. But also... would Sirius run the risk of getting transformed? I don't believe Fenrir doesn't use teeth when he fucks. So yeah, werewolf!Sirius entering the ring for sure! But he'd loose Remus friendship for good and I don't think Fenrir would appreciate his rebel posh ass for long before tossing him out of the pack so 4/10, not compatible enough imo.

💎Kreagulus is, since I saw the post a few days ago, absolutely canon. Kreature was the only nice person towards poor old Reg' in this godforsaken house. Their love and loyalty towards one another is endless. But I like them tragic, so Reg' never confessed his feelings, except when he wept about it as he was dying while drinking the cursed potion. Kreature has been heartbroken since. He's never going to get over it, 12/10.

[ddejavvu]

this is a tad weird n longwinded but ok so yk how the pill (birth control) has sooooo many side effects?? i was thinking abt trying it out until i realised how bad so many of em are

this is a stevie thought cus Steve is the poster boy for breeding kink <3 in so many fics, they go without condoms cus r is on birth control, which is something DELICIOUS i must admit, but like, in reality i don’t think steve would even want his beloved babygirl to be on any, mainly just bc of the side effects and heightened risks they could bring. but they both also love breeding and raw sex, so anytime steves girl is all pls cum inside, need it inside :( or mindlessly ends up locking her legs around him, he has to have the strength to no honey, i know i know, it’s okay :(

man’s strategy is sent straight back to the pull out method, not bc he won’t wear a condom, but cus you need to feel him :,(

(also can see reader being a bit cheeky sometimes just to rile him up lol, all smiley and shit talking abt how maybe he’s just that good that he accidentally got her pregnant, maybe one day he’ll feel so good that he won’t unwrap her legs in time - ofc not for reals tho lmaooo but steve likes the daydream of it all)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

mhm mhm mhm he had no idea how bad birth control was until robin mentioned something about using it to control her period cramps and she complained that it was doing more harm than good and steve comes to this awful realization like HUH?? THAT'S WHAT Y/N'S ON...

he talks to you about it and says ugh i know it'll mean we'll need condoms now but i just don't want you to suffer through these side effects... and you agree ofc you're happy to ditch the pill but you are a little sad that you're gonna have to wrap it now :((

buttttt then you forget a condom literally that same night 'cause you never use them and it takes absolutely all of steve's strength to pull out of your cunt and cum on your stomach instead of staying buried inside of you </33 you of course love it but you hate it, you miss the feeling of his dick twitching inside of you and then absolutely stuffing you full with Steve's cum, you miss dripping with the stuff :(

butttt from then on its a test of his willpower every time you wrap your legs around him, begging and pleading and on the verge of tears because you just want to feel him cum inside of you!! you miss him fucking his cum into your gaping cunt he hasn't done it in so long and you beg him to just let go but he has to stroke your cheek and kiss you and promise that one day he will be able to again but you're not ready yet for the risk :(( he always makes it out in time and you're happy to stuff his cock into your mouth so he can cum in there instead but you both know it's not the same </33

you two can get off just by thinking about him cumming inside of you, though. sometimes when you're making out you start grinding against the friction of his clothed bulge and whispering about how good it's going to feel when he buries his dick in your pussy and pumps you full of cum and that kind of dirty talk is pretty much a guaranteed way to get him to cum in his pants <333

[fairytail-whathesays]

Can I ask for some headcanons about what a Gajeel x Sting relationship would be like 👉👈? SFW and NSFW.

I love how much you're into this ship lol

Gajeel is NOOOOT about to be caught dead dating a Natsu fanboy okay let's get that out of the way first so it's very lowkey and that's probably after a lot of hanging out w/Sting

Sting when he's not on some fanboy shit though is much like a chiller, more muted version of Natsu. And that makes him so much easier to get along with, way less costly on social energy.

He and Gajeel are similar yet diametrically opposed levels of Dresses Like A Weirdo--Gajeel makes every attempt to look like an unapproachable punk asshole, and Sting in all things he does wants to look like a friendly glow-in-the-dark gay whore. Gajeel's desire for secrecy isn't even really needed--Sting straight up tells people he's dating Gajeel and they don't believe him.

Gajeel??? Doesn't??? Like PDA???? What the fuck??? Sting is absolutely devastated when he tries to kiss Gajeel in public and doesn't get a good response (he gets over it when Gajeel slaps his ass in public tho).

Sting is surprisingly good at keeping secrets. Gajeel takes a minute to learn this (because he doesn't tell anyone secrets ever, he holds shit to his grave), but Sting eventually becomes someone he knows he can trust with private or unstable information. And that gives way towards Gajeel being able to open up to him proper.

Sting's fastest method of breaching the walls between him and Gajeel is the sheer overjoyed affection he has for Exceeds and that includes Pantherlily. Pantherlily Does Not Like all the attention but Gajeel loves watching Sting bother him.

"String" "Stink" "Chicken Wing" nothing Gajeel can say to Sting to put him down will ever matter because he will always just be Gayjeel in response lmao.

Sting will brightly ask if Gajeel wants to come with him to do something pointless and whimsical and fun and Gajeel will hit him with a look of thug-faced stony disdain before agreeing full-stop.

Sting and Gajeel can both use shadow magic, so they inevitably go at it, fighting in the shadows. You might be surprised to find that it's Sting who wins hands-down. Gajeel solidly handed Rogue his own ass when he yoinked shadow magic from him, which you'd think would be impressive. But Sting knows Rogue's magic almost better than Rogue does and is far more used to fighting that sort of magic than Rogue or Gajeel was. It's not close.

They both believe in doing the most for Halloween, including costumes. Gajeel looks like a serial killer and Sting looks like a slut. So, like normal, but dialed up to 200.

Gajeel gets jealous easily not because that's in his nature (even though it kind of is) but because Sting is much more socially adept and friendly than he is. Sting knows the cure is to shower his man with attention, though, and it never gets very bad.

Sting is very healthy for Gajeel's appreciation for his own sexuality. Gajeel even very late into Fairy Tail's timeline of events likely has a lot of issues admitting he's attracted to men, let alone might be gay. Sting is so...he's so gay in such a cool way that's so easy to vibe with that it fast-tracks Gajeel's coming out and living his best gay life. Like within 6 months of dating Sting's posing on Wizard Instagram with his jacked thug boyfriend Gajeel in the background #mymanishotterthanyours

Gajeel is the one who broods and stews and fumes over whatever they're fighting about before finally, ages later, humbles up and apologizes. Sting is the one who has totally forgotten what they were fighting about by the time he does this.

Of course, there's also the h0rny side to this...

Sexually, Gajeel might just be the ideal partner for Sting Eucliffe. Here Sting is finally presented with a man who won't hesitate or ask questions when he says he wants to be bent over and bitched out, hair pulled and daddy k/nk, ass spanked, the Works™️. They settle into their top/bottom role very quickly and cleanly.

Likewise, Sting is ideal for Gajeel sexually because he really, really makes Gajeel feel sexy. Like, Gajeel would probably still fuck Sting even if he was straight. Sting is just fucking fantastic at making a man feel sexy and powerful and masculine and adored. Gajeel gets a boyfriend who will spare no expense to worship him in bed, and go to any length to make him feel good.

Sting can't fit Gajeel's d/ck in his throat lmao. It's not for lack of trying. It's okay though, they've got other options.

Nah you don't get it, they could be fighting the most hateful and unforgiving fight and they're still not gonna avoid or withhold sex with each other. Gajeel is jacked and his biceps and tiddies are huge and his waist is fucking chiseled and his ass looks hot, yes. Sting is never letting that go on how boned up it gets him alone. And Gajeel knows no one's gonna do that mouth thing on his c/ck quite like Sting.

Sting's recovery time is much quicker than Gajeel's and yes it does have to do with you-know-exactly-what.

Yes, Gajeel can use his iron body modification on his dick. Yes, he is delightedly twisted with how he can use this to his advantage.

[rik-mayall-owns-my-heart]

Dating Kevin Turvey headcanons

Kevin Turvey x GN!reader

Fluff, Romance

Warnings: Slightly suggestive,

Summary: Self explanatory, headcanons for dating Kevin, enjoy💛

(Gif not mine, credit goes to whoever made it)

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• Let's get one thing clear, once you two start dating, expect Kevin to be clingy, very clingy.

• He's still in shock that you agreed to go out with him, let alone that you've been pining for him like he has been for you.

• Even though you already were before, you get involved in helping Kevin with his investigations.

• Kevin's mother adores you and thinks you've made a positive impact on her son.

• Keith Marshall may or may not try to hit on you to get under Kevin's skin, which of course it does!

• To which you respond to his lines by raising an eyebrow at him and turning around to pull Kevin into a brief but heated kiss.

• Your boyfriend becomes so flustered and red and pulls you close into his side.

• After some time however Keith becomes bored with the tactic and gives up the flirting and ends up treating you like another mate.

• Mick is indifferent to you and kind of sees you as an extention of Kevin which results in the both of you bickering every once in a while.

• If anything he's confused on how Kevin was able to land himself a girlfriend/boyfriend/partner and will ask you what exactly it is you see in him.

• To which you happily reply to, listing all the qualities you love about him even though you're well aware Mick still won't understand.

• You're always at his Television appearances with him before he's to go out.

• Giving him words of encouragement and wishing him good luck with a kiss before he sets out on stage.

• Even if segments go awry, you still assure him he did very well and that he looked so handsome out there.

• But you offer genuine words of advice if things go particularly bad.

•You help Kevin relax whenever he gets stressed or overly emotionally, which always leaves him drained.

• His favorite method for unwinding is laying his head in your lap as you lightly run your fingers through his hair.

• Bonus points if you lightly scratch his scalp, then he becomes putty in your hands.

• His ramblings subsiding, giving way to a soft sigh, eyes glazing over like a cat basking in utter tranquility.

• Likes being the little spoon when you two cuddle he'd rather die than let anyone know that tho

• However if you're sad, upset or not feeling good in general he'll gladly be the big spoon

• This man is proud and I do mean proud to be seen with you on his arm.

• Hand holding all day, everyday!

• Loves to flaunt the fact that you're his partner in the face of anyone that ever gave him a hard time around town.

• Wrapping an arm around your shoulder and throwing a smug smile their way, his chin facing upwards in a gloating gesture.

• Doesn't let you near Keith Marshall at first in fear that he'd try to make a move on you.

• Even though you assure him that you're not going anywhere.

• Movie nights! Loves watching films with you especially if it's a crime/thriller film.

• His love language is quality time and touch.

• So he definitely is clingy and wants to spend as much time with you as possible.

• It takes some getting used to on both your parts when you two start sleeping together.

• You with Kevin's sleep talking and excessive arm and leg movements.

• And Kevin not being used to sleeping with another person in general.

• Whenever you're sad or depressed he's the most caring and attentive boyfriend you could ask for.

• He may not be sure what to do at first but eventually through communicating to him, he'll know exactly what to do to ease your pain.

• He will probably yell at Mick or Keith to leave you alone if he feels like they're bothering you in some way.

• Loves Listening to records with you.

• You both each will take turns playing a record and making out on his bed the whole time if his mom isn't home

• Very gentle lover and treats you like the most precious and gorgeous thing on the planet (which as far as he's concerned, you are!)

• He honestly can't figure out how he's gotten so lucky to have someone like you by his side.

• The day he met you is his most cherished memory.

• Doesn't feel like his life truly started until you came into his life.

• Wants to marry you one day and spend the rest of his life with you.

[asoulofatlantis]

"Better" is really stretching it here ^^' I mean, say and think about Aaron what you want but he definitely is better than Cao by most people's standards ^^'

I would have preferred someone with a deeper voice for Aaron. But I guess its okayisch enough.

You don't say... (We are currently talking about the Agnes in the bóoks Sunshine Agnes... which turned out is actually kinda her...)

This game is pretty much showing how the paths you are taking as an adult can complicate the relationships you have from your childhood or teenager years. Elaine chose to be a Bracer, whos highest priority is to protect civilians. Kinkaid chose to be in the CID who highest priorities are to protect the country as a whole und support the politician that leads it. Van on the other hand chose the bath of someone who does work that does help others somewhat, like bracers do, but its very important to him to make money out of it, what would fit more to a mercenary, because he takes questionable, borderline illegal requests as well, as a mercenary would and a bracer would not. We saw that those 3 groups can essentially work well together but when push comes to pull, we've also seen that the differences between these 3 ways of working can also collide and cause their relationships with each other to waver. Another example of this we also see in Killika, Zin and Walter. Although Walters position is much more dark, shady and incompatible with Killikas and Zins than Vans is with Elaines and Renes. This is an interesting change of pace tho, because the previous games was more us learning to work together with different organizations who use simular methods. Like the police and the bracers or the students of our military academy and the bracers. This time, it is not about the similarities, but more about the differences.

Fun fact: The guy from the Embassy in Erebonia was a generic NPC. Almost every second sidemission came from a guy who looked exactly like him but here in Calvard he is actually one of a kind and stands out to you as a player, so it was easy to recognize him.

He works at the Crossbell-Consulat now, by the way and thus can come home more often. Good for him!

So Jess is gay and wanted to hide it, especially since he is in love with the flowerboy. (But... isn't the flowerboys sister in love with him? Man. What drama!) I like it tho that Van is encouraging him. Even tho I doubt that is something that people in Japan will agree with. Heck, I've heard even in America that is still somewhat an issue.

I do not like her voice. Not sure why tho. I guess it is quirky enough. But... somehow it also lacks the maturity that Judiths japanese voiceactor has.

Oh my god! Is that voice actually...? Give me a sec!

Okay I was wrong but I do wonder where the hell I know her voice from...

Yeah... thats... quite the fitting reaction ^^'

Its clearly written as LAngport, but he pronounces it LOngport. And I can not remember how they pronounced it in Japanese to be honest. But I could have sworn it was "LAngport". I do not see any sense in pronouncing an A like an O either way...

Well... great the guys of the SSS from me there... and Juna I guess, while you are at it. Oh and ALSO would you be so kind to tell Lloyd that when he takes responsibility for something by willingly avoiding a well intentioned warning beeing oh so sure that they will be able to fix things without getting the necessary information out of the warning, that he could at least show up when things go downhill because of his ignorance? I exspect him in the next game and he better has a very good idea how to fix things.

Is that really the same body and the same hair? It probably is but... it feels so weird to see her with that helmet sounding so... tame.

Okay, I take a little break here.

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

vacancy (between your legs)

pairing: chris x reader (imagining this with re6 or re8 chris)

cw: hate sex (they actually don't hate each other tho), oral, p in v, some degradation, incredible confidence in the pull-out method lmao

summary: you are on chris' squad and he's the captain, but you have the hots for him, so you push his buttons on purpose. when you bicker in your motel room, one thing leads to another and...

a/n: idk? i wasn't gonna post this bc i posted hate sex w/ leon, but what am i gonna do? leave it in the drafts? no

wc: 1.8k

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It’s a dingy motel, but it looks like paradise when you’ve spent the last two weeks in a tent. At least they have running water. You get your own room because you’re the girl in the group, which everyone bemoans. You’re just one of the guys to them, at least, when it comes down to choosing how to delegate the beds. Chris lets you have your own room. He’s still the Captain, though, so when he asks if he can use your shower, you agree, avoiding the argument. When he exits the shower - just a towel wrapped around his waist, something you’re trying hard to ignore - he’s grumbling about how you used up all the hot water, and it doesn't really matter if that’s true or not because you’re both on edge and likely to explode at each other at any opportunity.  

“Wow, can’t believe you have the audacity to ask me to use my shower in my room and then complain that I used the hot water?” You’re only somewhat irritated with him, but your words are laced with bitterness. 

“Are you serious right now? I’m the boss here, and I could just as well kick you out of this room and have it to myself.”

He’s right, but it’s not fair. More importantly, you’re agitated. Exhaustion? Hunger? Pent-up sexual frustration that threatens to break now that the man you’ve been drooling over for years is almost naked in front of you?

“So what? You want me to say thank you, Chris, sorry, I mean, Captain, for being so, so nice to me.”

You know how much he hates being called by his first name out in the field, so you taunt him with it on purpose.

“Why do you insist on pushing my buttons?”

“You started it!”

“Are you a fucking child? Because you’re acting like one.” 

Chris would rarely fight a woman, but you’re not any woman. You’re constantly bitching at him, going against his orders, and you’re sexy as hell when you’re mad. Plus, he’s seen you fight - verbally and physically - and metaphorically, you’re entirely within his weight class. 

“You’re the one who started complaining, that’s all I’m saying. Can you just leave me alone? I’m stressed enough as it is.” “You think you’re the only one? I’m trying to keep my cool because one of us has to, and you don’t know how to hold your tongue.”

“Don’t keep your cool, then. Hit me with it.”

You’re not even into degradation. You just like the way his voice gets deeper, more gravely when he’s pissed off. 

“You’re a bitch, you’re a brat, you’re self-entitled, too stubborn to admit when you’re wrong, and you’re a goddamn pain in my ass.”

“Is that all? I thought you could be nastier than that.”

“Nasty? You want me to play nasty, huh? I would say that since you can’t do field work and you can’t do desk work, then maybe you’d be more useful on your knees under the desk, but you know what? More than anything, you’re disobedient, so I doubt you’d even be able to take cock like a good girl.”

“Sorry that I don’t fulfill your perfect submissive fantasies. Doesn’t mean I’m not any good on my knees.”

“Really? Then prove it.”

“That’s what you want?” 

Both of you are running on auto-pilot, completely enraptured by the thrill of anger and arousal. He wants to sink his teeth into your skin and you want to drag your nails down his. Flesh on flesh, hot and sweaty. The closest you’d ever been to sex was sparring. He had you pinned to the mat. You needed to pick a different partner because you couldn’t learn when you got dizzy every time you tried to train with Chris. 

“Yeah, I’ll give it a trial run, see if it’s worth it, and maybe if you can satisfy me, you can still have a job working for me.”

You stand there for a moment, stunned into silence, working on forming a sentence, but no words come out. Chris raises an eyebrow, looking you up and down. He isn’t backing down from your proposition. If it were any other man, you would walk out the door - not before spitting in his face or kneeing him in the balls, but this is Chris, this is different. 

You’ve wanted to sleep with him since the day you met him. You butted heads constantly because you were both stubborn and happened to be on different sides of every issue. Also, you learned early on that you got more attention for being obnoxious, so as long as you weren’t out in the field, in a life-threatening scenario, you intentionally pushed his buttons. He almost caught onto your little charade once. 

“How are you able to cooperate out in the field, but in the office, you have to argue with every word that comes out of my mouth?”

He’d gotten real in your face with that one. Hand on the desk next to him, cornering you so you couldn’t scurry away (not like you ever would). Most girls would’ve apologized to scary Captain Redfield, but not you. You went home and immediately grabbed your vibrator from your bedside table and replayed the conversation. 

He’s winning, but he was always going to win. You’re playing a long game that he isn’t privy to, one that you’d always lose. 

You sink to your knees. You’re a little sad that he doesn’t make you beg for it, but you go ahead with undoing his belt and getting his pants down his thighs. You presumed that he would be big - you thought you’d caught a glimpse of the bulge in his pants once, but you couldn’t be sure, and what were you gonna do? Ask him? 

Once he’s down to only his underwear, your suspicions are confirmed. It’s a little intimidating, actually. Do or die. You take his dick out, only to find out that it barely fits in your hand. Sure, your hands are small, but you can hold a handgun. You struggle with bigger guns (and bigger dicks as it turns out). You lazily stroke him, looking up into his eyes, and he looks pleased - smug, really. For once, it feels like you’re on the same team. You’re both winning when his cock is down your throat. The only courtesy he gives you is a makeshift ponytail so you don’t get hair in your mouth. He doesn’t give you an ounce of sympathy when you choke. You look prettiest with tears in your eyes. He knows you’ll smack him on the thigh if you want him to stop - and you hit hard. 

Not today. You suppress your gag reflex and breathe through your nose. It isn’t the hardest thing you’ve done today. You fought off a horde of zombies that morning - sucking dick is nothing. You’re not new to either. 

You’re about to break Chris’ composure. You feel him throb in your mouth. But he pulls away in time. You won’t win that easily. Maybe you are still fighting.

You stand up, still in a haze. 

“Are you just gonna stand there or are gonna strip?”

You walk backwards to the bed and let him follow you. You rid yourself of your shirt and pants on the way there. You sit down and take off your bra without breaking eye contact. You spread your legs before taking off your panties and start to touch yourself while he watches. He tries to hide how much the show you’re giving him affects him. 

You can tell he’s flustered when he pushes you onto the bed and says “Save the theatrics.” You think he’s going to kiss you, but instead he bites your bottom lip. Two can play the teasing game. You grab his face and pull him into a kiss and he lets you. 

He rubs his cock along your folds and says, “Are you always this wet?”

Around him? Yes, actually. You’re too wet for words now, so you’re lucky it’s rhetorical. 

He hesitates. Neither of you thought to bring condoms on a mission. 

“Just pull out,” you say, “if you can.”

“Trust me, I’ve been in this game longer than you’ve been alive-”

“Slut,” you say under your breath. 

“Me? You’re the one who’s spent the past year trying to get me to fuck you.”

You go slack-jawed. One, because the cocktail of pleasure and pain you feel when he slips inside you is heavenly and two because you realize he’s known you wanted this the whole time. 

“How’d you know?” you try to ask, but it comes out less than inteligible, covered by a strangled moan. 

“Like I said, I’ve been doing this a long time. Your little act was obvious.”

Seems like it worked out in your favor. Too bad you’re getting pounded into the mattress and can’t get out a clever retort. Your brain is useless, you’ve lost all words besides his name. 

“I would’ve fucked you a long time ago if I’d known you feel this fucking good.” 

He lifts your legs up, and puts them over his shoulders. Your moans are almost screams. The pleasure is overwhelming. 

“Do you ever shut up? What’s everyone else gonna think when they hear you?”

They’re definitely going to hear you. It’s a good thing you don’t care. 

Chris’ hand wraps around your throat, but he waits until you nod - immediately, enthusiastically - to press his fingers down. You feel oddly safe knowing that he knows how to choke you out - you assume it means he also knows how to avoid choking you out. The pressure restricts your airways just enough to make you feel lightheaded. 

You’re finally a little quieter. For once, he liked you loud. Your constant complaints are a nuisance to his eardrums, but your moans are gorgeous. Chris’ other hand plays with your clit, bringing you closer to your peak. 

You have to cum first. There’s a split second where he worries you won’t and you’ll drag him over the edge first, forcing him to cum inside you. The disobedient bratty side of you takes over and you do try to hold out, you clench your inner walls just to watch his self-restraint falter. But the sight of him above you, his heavy breathing, swears muttered through gritted teeth, the feeling of him buried to the hilt inside you - it’s too much. 

Your back arches off the bed, your legs tremble and you soak the sheets as your orgasm takes you by surprise. Chris barely pulls out in time, cumming on your stomach as you try to catch your breath. You’re still shaking when he falls on the bed next to you. 

“Goddammit,” he sighs, “you’re great in the field and in the bedroom.”

“Roger that, Captain.”

He laughs. “I never thought I’d say this, but please, just call me ‘Chris’.”

“I’ll remember that for round two.”

[whennoodlesformwords]

rest of the au, kinda left it more open ended so it's speculative but I personally wrote a happy ending so maybe if i feel up to it ill just write the whole thing out

but today is not that day so here we go heidei ho~!

Ratio is a detective well known in his field and just a promotion away from being one of the head department's geniuses that all cases default to (aka the Genius' society) but has more sherlock-esque tendencies, like a mind palace, an alabaster head (ofc) and very peculiar mannerisms that make him a menace to both the crime scene and his co workers. He's been knee deep in this case about the IPC mafia, has studied them for years and seen their case file grow from a single file folder to a whole metal cabinet - everything from espionage documents, filed reports of dealings, vague ideas of their assets, and absolutely nothing on their motive, other than being maliciously voracious underworld lords.

Herta, Stephen, and Screwllum all approach him about this case on the IPC, (well, Herta texts him and he ignored it, leaving her on read. he never replied back and instead the other two had fallen to the task of bothering him so clearly herta could care less), asking if he'd join the team unofficially, but it isn't until Ruan Mei entreats his help with a peculiar witness that he finally agrees to step in and offer his help, albeit at quite the wage (the genius' didn't even blink at the number, just signed off on his contract. how moronic does one have to be to be a 'genius', and was this a flaunting of wealth or idiocy?).

They bring a man called Kakavasha to him, saying that he was interested in more research on statistics and economics, and who was present in one of the earlier heists that are later discovered to be of Aventurine's work, even though they may not know of it. Ruan Mei was interested in his account, saying that it links to the IPC with their usual style of heist, entrance, and exit, but the man Kakavasha described isn't any current member they know of.

Taking intrigue in the man, Ratio extends one of his different accomodations/houses/flat to the stranger (to put him under surveillance, because who knows when aventurine may come for one of his few remaining witnesses to his crimes). he learns aventurine comes from a rural nation of Sigonia, a nation known for its long extending civil war that Kakavasha has fled from, and is currently searching for work to help provide for his sister (a lie for familial relations, take it as you may tho). Ratio, Screwllum, and Ruan Mei talk a bit about how the case for the IPC is coming along, with kakavasha overhearing about it and expressing his interest in the case as well, hoping that he'd be put on one of the bigger cases as part of an internship (or something idk how he fits in he just has a part and manipulates it to get on this case and be that specific fly on the wall to this investigation, whether jade told him to be inconspicuous or not)

Kakavasha asks ratio how they identified the stonehearts, and not so subtly bragged that he also picked up on the ipc case through newspapers and media and expressed his intrigue. then, Ratio and him start testing two different types of gems that ratio believes, while similar, are actually ver different, and ratio comes to the verdict that another stoneheart has risen in the ranks of the IPC. (Ruan Mei being their official lab technician and evidence worker ofc, and slightly more disturbing than ratio with the stuff she pulls off in her M.E. lab. like, literally every coworker would prefer a day long tailing of ratio to a single tea party with ruan mei, and thats saying something, aight? also, mad scientists ruan mei *would* use unusual but effective methods to find out who the killer was, and that should definitely be a terrifying image)

They all discuss the case, kakavasha proving himself useful as he listens and bounces ratio back with ideas of the cartel, and ratio digests the man before him, labelling him as not a threat to their case and instead a valuable asset to their investigation.

Lo and behold though, as aventurine stones start turning up in casinos, gambling hotspots, even on a table where (more often than not) an empty gun lay next to the body with a losing pair of dice, a terrible card hand, or the lowest pull on a nearby slot machine, but always with a single bullet to the chest (yes russian roulette reference, aventurine uses any and all means of gambling and only ever leaves one body, never a witness surprisingly: his modus operandi is as reliable as ever, but changes just as consistently, try wrapping ur head around that. kinda along the lines of he always leaves evidence, but the scene always changes, the death sometimes does too, but without fail there will be something to mark this as aventurine, exactly what the mark is tho is up in the air). Ratio determines the arrogant, calculating mannerisms aventurine wields and finds him often comparing him to Kakavasha strangely enough. 

He starts comparing them in wit first, how Kakavasha's jabs and gambling tendencies are a bit to paralleled to what aventurine leaves on the scenes. as more crime scenes are made, ratio starts learning that aventurine is *flirting* with the team, dragging them around by the nose, and playing with them, almost in the same way kakavasha never fails to tease him over his fashion, cooking, and persnickity preference for baths. the differences, while uncanny, prove meaningless, since kakavasha has always been under ratio's surveillance, and ratio has always made sure to see he's present when a reported heist occurs (he gets the feeling something is off with how protective kakavasha is of his personal space, but then ratio is also possessive of his own things, so who is he to judge? aventurine always shows up on camera, though, and none of the hired watchmen around him ever report him leaving his hotel either through door or window, so it surely can't be him...can it?)

Over time, Ratio and Kakavasha get close enough where Ratio brings Kakavasha onto scenes for his input, under the guise of keeping all other idiots away from the scene of the crime ofc, and someone to listen to his theories, and eventually realizes the other man may know a bit too much about these cases from the way he deduces the crime scenes…

ill leave it there for now, and let ur imagination take you to the end~ i myself have made a little ending, but im also too much of a sucker for double identities so there should be enough vagueness in there that you can determine for urself if aventurine and kakavasha should or shouldn't be the same person, and if ratio ever finds out :)

anyways, title for this was inspired by Marina's "Welcome to the Family Jewels" song and if that doesn't sum it up to a t idk what will, but if there are other similar songs with vibes im all down for those too.

hope yall enjoyed, i saw some people really liked the general premise, so maybe if i think of new ideas to branch off on this one ill reblog this again lol

its far from being a full fic but maybe ill make a small oneshot one day.....some day.....

take care of urselves and make sure to drink water and eat plenty, and have a good day~!

One Aventio AU (Detective/Mafia AU) for the Counter

ho boi this was a big one, so let's see if it spans a few posts

this one is supposed to take place in a similar universe I was writing with stellaron hunters and astral express (and that'll be for another thread) but this one is solely aventio/ratiorine/golden ratio because it features both ratio's investigation abilities and the stonehearts! might be a bit outdated but it is more detailed so he we go~!

The Entree:

Undercover Mafia Ten Stonehearts sent by the IPC (Internal Pierpoint Cartel ig? i couldn't think of one but IPPC kinda doesn't work so Pierpoint it is) to start expanding territory into a unknown town. Unbeknownst to the stonehearts, the ten head honchos of the IPC mafia and always sent on every groundbreaking mission to spread the IPC's influence, the town they've decided to lay roots into underground is very close to the Intelligensia's most renowned detective - Dr. Veritas Ratio, code name TReason (the capital T and R are very important because he wanted it as Truth and Reason, but it was too long, so it's just easier to call him that. also because i thought itd be cool to have a double meaning to his code name so)

The Ingredients:

(now here's where we're going to probably going to go into the basics of the universe, like:)

Internal Pier Point Cartel -

Their goal is to take advantage of the chaos of the underworld and bring different mafia and gang factions together, striking deals that more often than not grows their own manpower and authority, but lurks in the background of all underground deals

Wants to ‘maintain’ the underworld in Pier Point society

Is a massive pain in the Intelligentsia Branch’s ass

Their highest ranking mafia members are called ‘Stonehearts’ and are shown in promotion and position by their assigned color scheme and gem

These are the enforcers to the deals the IPC strikes. Most notable is Jade, one of the first big members of the mafia, that makes the contracts between mafias and more often than not traps different mafias into the breaking of these contracts and forcing them into working under the IPC

Stonehearts that the Intelligentsia Branch has recognized are: Opal, Jade, Topaz, Sapphire, Aventurine, Pearl, Sugilite, Obsidian, Amber, and Agate (and all of them have their own folder and case files formed over the course of years from other towns the IPC has infiltrated)

Stonehearts are a term coined by both the mafia and police/investigators. nobody knows if the police or mafia thought of it first, but after their MO's came to light it became more apparent where they got the name from

They know the most about Opal, Jade, Topaz, Sugilite, and Obsidian, with Aventurine being the newest member but quickly becoming more often seen. Each stoneheart is known to leave a small piece of their respective stone as a signature to who was behind either mass mafia shootings/killings, raids, or an assassination. Each is strategically placed in a spot unique to the stoneheart, each one showing their own specialty and personality, but they never have any prints or evidence on them, and the gems are usually clean after trying to trace them back

Jade’s is usually left in a room that the Intelligentsia tries to raid or storm, left tauntingly on an empty surface to give the clear message that she is one step ahead of them all

Obsidian’s is usually left in the middle of a bloodbath of mafia members, a spot of black left within a pool of red and very hard to find since she likes to see who goes scrounging around through the blood to find it

Opal’s is only left after very big wins are made to the mafia, either a merger, territory expansion, or another indicator of the mafia’s impending growth. The authorities have started to dread seeing opals at different scenes, and sometimes is just dropped at a desk

Topaz’s is usually left in the emptied bank vaults of different mafia’s headquarters when they try and raid or sneak an informant in undercover, and usually the start of meaning either Obsidian, Jade, or Opal’s plans will be enacted - a precursor to violence and the calm before the storm

Sugilite’s stone has been left at very few scenes, usually an assassination hitman scenario with his stone placed at the crucial point of where the killer was, and usually found a few days or even months passed the initial investigation opens because it takes a while for the authorities to figure out how the assassination had taken place and by that point it should have been gathering dust but they are always in pristine condition, as if someone comes to check if its been taken yet and dusts it off often

One time they found the sugilite stone and left it - only 24 hours passed from where they found it and had surveillance on it but they realized it was missing and later found at the desk of the chief of police, and a week after that it was found to be swapped for another fake stone. The real initial stone is presumed to be taken from the evidence storage and has sufficiently scared the crap out of all the police department since everyone scares the rookies with it and it's grown like something of a ghost story among recruits

Aventurine’s stone is a recent addition, usually found left in casino’s or winning gambles, hotels, and also very randomly. It was initially thought that it was Jade starting to be more active, but Ratio put together that the previous locations didn’t match up, and once a jade appeared once he tested the two against each other and discovered this was a different stone altogether, further terrorizing the police that another stoneheart was discovered (previously there was only nine and now that there's another there's fear that another stoneheart may join the ranks or expand, but so far none have appeared)

Each stoneheart left their own stone at an introduction event, so the police department knows of each one that has been ranked up and that there are ten, but there isn’t enough information to gather how they work into the IPC inner workings.

One time they found an agate stone cast aside and crushed, so they don’t know if agate somehow died and this was a remembrance of sorts or someone was careless enough to step on it (taken from theories on if agate is dead or not from the trailer vids on hoyo's yt)

All the stones eventually disappear from evidence rooms after about 6 months from when the crime took place, but the ‘initiating’ stones are always left behind as a reminder to the police that the Stonehearts are still active (another good note that Ratio finds when Agate’s stone has yet to be stolen back apparently. Either that or they want to keep record of all the different stonehearts elevated in rank)

Ratio found out Aventurine was different from Jade with the presence of light and how it seemed to sparkle more, and compared it to the ‘initiation’ jade that the police have kept and found the difference from the coloring and stone lustre

I'll probably leave it as that for now, and post a reply on the general idea of how to flesh this out, and yes it does kinda include the codename stuff. take it as you may for this, but I thought if they gems are so prevalent in hsr, especially as each stoneheart casts it in their vote when deciding what to do with aventurine, why not incorporate it into their mafia dealings and personalities as well as a calling card of sorts? there's all sorts of philosophical and psychological reasons that ratio often thinks about when implying these crimes were done by people who take after gems, and i think that'd be something cool for him to ruminate about through the story.

anyways ill probably wait until tomorrow to reply and give a general premise bc i need to edit the summary i had before into a more cohesive format, so enjoy this in the meantime~

take care of yourselves (if you've been scrolling - and i know you have if you read allat up above) make sure to get some food and water, and make sure yall stay safe~

[nerves-nebula]

Ngl in my head I've been thinking of a really ooc prank for Leo and Mikey to do. And ik it,s ooc but. Im thibkin boit it so why tf not.

This would be even funnier if Leo sugested it too.

Imagine this: it's april fools' witching hour and. and Leo goes into Mikey room to wake him up (because privscy, boundaries and sleep mean nothing to him anymore) and tells him bouta this awesome plan and the nicest prank he could pull probably despite its slightly mentally torturing aspect while Mikey stifles the want to strangle him for bustin down his door at 3 am.

Leo's prank idea is as follows: tje 2 most pranky... Won't prank as usual today. Furthermore, they will be iverly accomodating, nice, and generous ('generous' as in giving ppl things usually used in a prank, like a pie or a can of pb but it's not the prank version). Studies show that dread can be considered a method of torture that can even outweigh pain in certain cases.

So the plan is to both become suspiciously over-the-top nice for the whole day, just to build a sense of mind-fucking dread.

And Mikey's thinkin 'gives me an excuse to be extra nice to Raph and Don, and forces Leo to act nice and accomodating,,, for a whole 24 hours,,,' and that's why he would agree to work with Leo for her prank plan.

Again ik it's probs so ooc but like bro yknow I had tho8ghts and thunk them and now theyre thinked and you cant put them thoights bsck in the bottle osnsuhsorry

this is actually kinda cute, you're right it's a bit ooc but... I'll allow it. you're right that you cant unthink a thought!

Studies show that dread can be considered a method of torture that can even outweigh pain in certain cases.

this is SO MEAN tho like- Especially to Donnie and Raph of all people- maybe this anti-prank isnt so out of character actually...

[jedipoodoo]

Hello! I've never done an ask before but I love your writings! Can you do a Tech x f!reader for these prompts 👉👈

Btw I can see Tech having a daughter, it just gives me the feels🥰

Person A and B’s first night home with their new baby. They’re both utterly exhausted, but whenever the baby is asleep, they can’t help but stay awake and just stare in complete love and wonder at the infant.

The bad batch come to meet the new baby. They bring gifts and meals to help out the exhausted new parents who greatly appreciate the help

Ahh thank you! 😊 💖

Aw, anon! Thank you so much for the kind words 🥰🥰

This request is....so soft 😭 and I love it sm. The last part with the rest of the Batch brings back so many memories from when my mom and my aunt's were having babies and the entire family would rally around the mom who was expecting 💕💕💕💕

I agree on Tech having a daughter tho, but the only hairstyle he has mastered is pigtails so that's all she wears. Semi-connected to my other Tech x Pregnant!Reader oneshot but the only real connection is that both stories have twins. Happy Tech Tuesday!

Notes: babies, breastfeeding, an overwhelming amount of cuteness, soft Tech. Thanks to @english-professor-mum, Tech's twins are named after Empress Teta (a powerful ruler from the days of Knights of the Old Republic), and Nomi Sunrider (a Jedi from the Old Republic)

Baby of Mine (Tech x Mother!Reader)

You were feeding one of the babies for the third time. How did they eat so much? Even Wrecker didn't eat this much.

"Shh, shh, ad'ika," Tech yawned beside you, his goggles propped up on the top of his head as he bounced the other baby in his arms. Nomi wanted to eat, and she didn't care if Teta was done yet or not.

"You can go to sleep, if you need to," You tried to tell him.

"And leave you to deal with these two on your own? Absolutely not."

"What happened to them being the most perfect beings you'd ever laid eyes on?" You teased.

Tech yawned again, "That was before they both cried for three hours straight and Hunter spilled my caff."

Teta made a sound that sounded a little bit like a burp, and pulled away.

"Switch," You tucked Teta into Tech's free arm and pulled down the other side of your shirt so that you could feed Nomi.

Nomi protested the sudden movement, determined to let the entire galaxy know just how unfair the whole situation was. How dare she have to wait to be fed while Teta dined to her heart's content?

"I know, I know," You smiled at her nonetheless, guiding her tiny mouth to the food source. She latched on instinctively, and her soft brown eyes went wide, staring up at you in silence. Could it be? Was this...was this food?

"There you go, eat it up," you encouraged her. Nomi didn't need any more convincing. She ate like a starving nexu.

Tech shook his head, Teta propped up against his shoulder. He rocked back and forth as he rubbed her back gently to help her get rid of the gas bubbles. Hunter and Crosshair had always done the back-patting technique, but Tech insisted that the rubbing in circles was a more efficient and effective method for ensuring baby's maximum comfort.

"Did you get the burp rag?" You asked him

Tech's eyes went wide, made more comical by the dark bags and the rings that showed where his goggles usually rested. Keeping one hand on Teta's back, he reached out with his hand to try and find the rag in the pile of blankets and pillows that made up your bed. Too late, he realized that he probably should have put his goggles back on before Teta spat up all over his shoulder.

Tech's nose crinkled at the unpleasant stench, and you had to keep yourself from laughing.

"Here," Using one arm, you lay two pillows next to each other, making a safe spot for Teta to rest while Tech cleaned up. Tech set her gently between the two pillows and put his goggles back on. You watched as he carefully stripped off his shirt, grumbled as some of the spit-up brushed his ear, rinsed it in the sink, and hung it up to dry.

He grabbed a relatively clean shirt from the floor (no one had the energy to do laundry lately) and pulled it on. You noticed it was one of your maternity shirts, so it somewhat fit him, wrinkling comically over his stomach.

Tech grabbed another handful of spit rags, putting them in a spot where he could easily see and grab them next time. Teta began to whimper. Now Nomi was the one getting all the attention while she was left alone and unloved in the middle of the bed.

"Yes, yes, my sarad'ika, I still love you," Tech scooped Teta up again and held her to his chest, leaning down to gently kiss her forehead. He leaned back against the pillows with a fresh rag draped across his shoulder, prepping to help Teta get rid of any more excess bubbles.

You watched Tech with starry eyes. Certainly nothing could be handsome than your husband holding your child while he wore the t-shirt you had worn two days ago.

Nomi detached with a satisfied sigh. She had fallen asleep in the middle of the feeding, and milk dribbled down her chin as you wrapped yourself up.

"Good job, baby, good job," You murmured, taking the rag Tech passed you.

Tech sighed as Teta began to hiccup.

You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder. "I'm glad that you agree."

"They really are the most perfect children anyone could ask for." He whispered in disbelief, as if your daughter was an uncharted star and he was the first to discover it.

A knock on the bedroom door interrupted your family's "alone time", and Tech glared at the door for daring to disturb your babies. After making sure Teta was securely tucked into his arm, he got up to answer it.

It was his loving family (who else could it be). Hunter apologetically held out two mugs of caff, and Echo held a plate of casserole. You couldn't tell what it was, only that it was covered in your farm fresh cheese and smelled absolutely heavenly.

"How's it going?" Hunter whispered.

Omega couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Can I hold her?" she hissed, eyes glued to Teta.

Tech tried to hold back a smile. He nodded to the rocking chair in the corner, and Omega ducked beneath his arm and dove at the chair headfirst.

"Careful, 'Mega, that's hand-crafted Alderaanian woodworking, it's supposed to last until Hunter gets grand babies at least," Crosshair drawled with a grin.

"Stow it, Crosshair." The rest of them trickled into the room to stand around the bed while Tech carefully laid Teta in Omega's arms. She was an expert on holding babies at this point, Tech had made her practice with a blaster over and over again in the last month so she would be ready.

"Caff?" Hunter offered you the mug- it had a lid and a straw, perfect for spill-proofing. You traded the baby with him, letting Nomi get to know her ba'vod'u.

You took a long sip of caff, feeling a modicum of energy return to your bones after the utterly exhausting day.

With Teta safely settled in Omega's arms, Tech stretched out his arms and back and took the second coffee like a man dying of thirst on Tattooine. Echo stood over the rocking chair with Omega, keeping watch while Omega talked with Teta about nothing and everything and all in between.

"Oh, Tech! Get the holocam!" You sat up quickly.

Tech gave a jolt. Wrecker tossed him the holocam that was resting on the changing table. He had taken an infinite number of pictures during the delivery and after, but he'd almost completely forgotten to get pictures of his sister with her new nieces.

He took one of Omega with Teta, one with Omega and Nomi, Hunter and Nomi, Echo and Teta, Wrecker with Nomi and Teta cradled in the palms of his hands, he even caught one where Crosshair was smiling- smiling! -at Nomi while he held her. You didn't mind the surplus of holos. It left you plenty of time to eat the decadently cheesy delicacy the boys had brought you without Tech having to worry about your diet anymore.

Finally, this twins began to fuss again. In all seriousness, it was nap time, though Tech looked as if he could use a nap himself, and so could you.

The family filed out obediently, leaving you in silence once more.

"We should put them in the crib," Tech murmured, looking down at the babies on your bed. Nomi and Teta were facing each other, Nomi's hand on top of Teta's, although they didn't have the cognitive function to hold each other's hand yet.

"We should," You agreed, resting your head in your hand. Though it almost seemed a shame to pull them apart from each other.

"Or..." Tech thought it over, "We could just let them rest here. Surround them with pillows and blankets so we don't roll on top of them."

You nodded, and slowly began to gather the pillows and blankets into your arms without taking your eyes off the twins.

"Let me," Tech took the bedding from you and stacked it around the babies carefully while you lay back on the bed.

"You know," He said, absently caressing the side of Nomi's head, "It's actually quite beneficial for newborn infants to sleep near their parents."

"For the newborn? Or the parents?" you teased.

Tech smiled back at you, carefully leaning over your children peacefully sleeping to kiss your forehead.

"Both."

[whoree321]

I am not sure if you have done this already, (if you have, you can ignore it) BUT... I'd love to see some NSFW headcannons for Tech...

i have not done this yet but i am frothing at the mouth at the opportunity! the lust that i feel for that man is indescribable

nsfw tech headcanons

warning: if the title wasn’t clear, these are literally just dirty dirty sex thoughts. X rated shit. if filth of this nature is not suitable for you plz don’t read<3

first and foremost it is very very important for me to say that i know, with 100% confidence, that tech is the best at sex of all the bad batch members

i understand this may be a controversial take. some of you may disagree. i don’t care.

the reasons that tech is the best at sex are threefold

1) tech does not tolerate being anything less than exceedingly proficient when it comes to his knowledge and abilities in any given subject of interest. regardless of the occasion, he won’t accept a below average performance from himself. tech has put in the hours, on and off the field (if you will), to ensure he is well versed in anything and everything to do with sex and pleasure. and he’s always anxious to experiment and learn more

2) tech is not hindered by shyness in the bedroom. when he knows what he’s doing, tech is confident (borderline arrogant), and as stated in reason #1, he KNOWS what he’s doing. tech may be a blushing, bashful mess when it comes to the emotional aspects of a relationship, but once y’all start getting hot and heavy he loses pretty much all of that. he knows he’s gonna show you a good time, and he’s excited

3) tech is also not hindered by pride in the bedroom. he has a very holistic view of sex (seriously he did a lot of research, he knows every school of thought regarding sexual intimacy), and he understands it in both a physical, theoretical way and also in a more emotional way. his main concern is mutual satisfaction by any means necessary, but if you’re in a relationship he’s also very interested in using sex has a way to like strengthen your connection. tech has no interest in being some kind of macho, alpha male that can conquer you or something. he’s not gonna limit himself to certain positions or methods to try to preserve his sense of masculinity. he wants you to feel good, and nothing is off the table. he will explore anything to enhance the experience (like seriously anything- we will get into that in a bit)

so for those reasons, i think tech is lowkey a sex god

whether or not you’ve had sex before when you and tech get together, sleeping with him for the first time might as well be your first time ever

because you did not know sex could really be THAT good

and that’s before he has the opportunity to really learn your body and figure out the best ways to pleasure you

i think that for a hot second, sex with tech is always a little bit of an experiment

he’s obviously focused on you and the moment, but he’s also doing research. (with your permission) tech will literally take detailed notes, he’ll record you so he can watch it back and analyze his performance like a professional athlete or something. he’s keeping track of how you respond to different things, how fast he can get you hurtling over the edge with different positions, paces, toys, etc.

side note: he loves toys. tech will modify toys (or fully build his own) based on both of your specific needs, so that even the toys yall use are designed with maximum efficiency

that’s really the only flaw with tech in a sexual sense: he’s really really methodical in the beginning, and it can sometimes take away from the genuine passion of the moment

once he’s satisfied with his research and feels confident in his knowledge of your body tho, it becomes wayyyy more natural and intimate rather than a science experiment. he’s solid in his physical knowledge of you, so he’s more focused on enjoying the moment and having fun

it’s almost like he needed to memorize the best way to fuck you and do it over and over until he didn’t need to consciously think about it before he could fully let himself go with you. there’s a notable transition when sex goes from being a technical mission for him to achieve your orgasm, to being a mutually/equally passionate, erotic experience

tech is a switch and you can’t change my mind

he usually assumes more of a dominant role, enjoying having you begging and whimpering beneath him, but he also loves when you take the reigns and have your way with him

i don’t think he’s the horniest of all the batchers, but he most certainly has a plentiful sex drive

when y’all haven’t had a chance to fuck in a while tech is secretly incorrigible

to the untrained eye, he’s good at keeping it to himself, but it’s very obvious to you. he goes out of his way to be just a little too close to you, his eyes linger on you just a little too long, his hands find their way to be touching you more than normal

he’s usually really easy to tease, but especially when he’s like this

literally you just stroke his forearm and whisper something lightly seductive in his ear and he’s pulling you into the nearest private space and absolutely rearranging your guts

circling back to what i said about tech becoming less scientific and more passionate during sex as time goes on with you, i think that also applies to dirty talk

i think he’s generally pretty vocal in bed, but it takes a little bit for him to nail the sensuality of dirty talk

at first, it’s not something he can really do that sounds very natural, like it comes out just a little too technical sounding

but once tech gets comfortable with you and really lets himself be fully vulnerable and open to you, he’s actually really really good at it. it still sounds just a little formal, but in an endearing and sexy way

he loves to tell you how sexy you are, how beautiful you look, how well you’re taking him, how good you feel

this man def has a degradation kink (specifically with intelligence)

like he doesn’t even really realize it himself until one time he’s testing out his newest toy on you and he asks you how it feels and you can’t even string together a coherent thought, much less a sentence, and he notices and starts asking more and more questions just to see you struggle to think of a response

and then he’s putting the toy down and going absolutely feral on you, pounding into you and saying that you’re just a cock dumb slut, that you’re so desperate and horny for him you can’t even think, that it’s so easy to just just absolute filth and he’s so condescending and arrogant about it

you both finish almost synchronously and after the aftershocks have passed and you’ve caught your breath, the two of you can’t help giggling a little bit as you comment that you weren’t expecting that to be as hot as it was, and he agrees

and omg if you uno reverse card it and do the same thing to him? he’s a fucking mess

like you’ve been torturously edging him, and every time you get him to the brink you ask him some sort of complex mathematical question or something, and he’s so wrecked he can’t spit the answer out so you say something like “aww i guess you’re not as smart as i thought, that’s ok baby at least you’re still pretty”. he’s a whining, shaking mess by the time you let him cum

(once he pulls himself together he definitely gets you back for it too)

also i think tech really really likes to leave hickeys on you exactly in the most precarious places. like he knows the exact measurements of where your clothes cover your skin and he loves to leave marks like right on the edge so that it’s mostly hidden but if anything shifts it’s visible

if any of the the other boys notice and tease you, he gets the most smug little grin on his face. once you have a second to yourselves, he saunters over to you and apologizes, but you know he’s happy to remind everyone that you’re his

overall i am just so fucking horny for this man like i just know tech is a phenomenal lover, he’s so focused on you and is just so good at all of it i would give anything to take him to pound town

[pottersfia]

putting on an act | hp x reader

part two

part one

part three

masterlist

a/n: i’m not so proud of this butttt i needed something new out, part 3 is gonna be good tho

warnings: slight angst ? (argument with ced lol), swearing

prompts:

8: “if i can’t call you honey, what pet names can i call you?”

34: “I was just waiting it out until later when I can crawl into bed and cuddle you.”

6: “how do they expect us to share a bathroom?” “they think we’re dating. couples share bathrooms you moron.”

you woke up the next morning a little nervous. it was your first day pretending to date harry in front of others. the two of you did mention the new relationship to a few friends so the news somewhat got around. you got dressed and ready for the day, then walked out your dorm to the common room. much to your surprise, you found harry standing there.

“good morning, harry.” you greeted him.

“morning. let’s get on to breakfast, yeah?” he held his hand out to you and you took it.

walking into the great hall was intimidating to say the least. sure it wasn’t as dramatic as a coming of age movie scene where life seemed to go in slowmo as everyone stared and pointed to you two, but it sure felt like it. you turned your eyes to the hufflepuff table and saw cedric staring at you. this gave you a bit of confidence as you remembered why you were doing this in the first place. you smiled at him as you sat next to harry at the gryffindor table.

“good morning.” hermione greeted. you looked at ron and hermione across from you and smiled.

“good morning.” you said back as you began to grab some breakfast.

“you moved on from diggory pretty quick.” ron smirked and raised his eyebrows. you smiled and rolled your eyes.

“yeah well i guess i found someone better.” harry smiled at your words, quietly laughing to himself. hermione looked between the two of you. it was the same look she’d get when trying to think of an answer to a hard question, nonetheless you shook it off as her attention went to the new conversation ron and harry started.

breakfast was over and students were piling out of the great hall. you stood up and followed harry, holding his hand again. 

“hey, did you study for the defense against the dark arts test?” he asked you.

“yeah i did why,” but you were interrupted when you bumped into cedric. 

“oh, sorry about that.” he looked up and saw that it was you. 

“y/n, potter.” he greeted with a forced smile. you smiled back and dragged harry away before he could say anything back. 

“woah, slow down.” he chuckled. 

“he makes me so mad. he acts like nothing happened.” you rolled your eyes.

“he’s not worth your time then, uh, honey?” he questioned. you looked at him and scrunched up your face, visibly cringing.

“never say that again.” you laughed. 

“if i can’t call you honey, what pet names can i call you?” he asked, also with a soft laugh. you thought for a moment, looking forward as you saw the door to the classroom you were walking to approaching you.

“i’ll leave that up to you.” you turned to him and smiled, turning back around to walk into the classroom.

“wait,” he turned you towards him by your hand. you looked up, giving him a questioning look. he smiled and pulled your hand up to his lips, leaving a kiss. 

“alright, see you later.” he winked and was off. you were stunned. to your knowledge all feelings you felt for him were only platonic but there you were, fighting off the faint butterflies that you felt in your stomach. if this developed into anything through your little stunt you’d be in deep shit. so, you made a conscious decision to forget anything even happened. you snapped out of it as you turned to walk into your charms class.

•••

the next few weeks went by smoothly. you and harry successfully convinced everyone you were dating. well, almost everyone. hermione was no fool, she figured it out herself. she didn’t approve of the method but let it go nonetheless.

as for your feelings, you tried your best to conceal them. you noticed how much happier you were around harry, wether you were around others or not. and sometimes you liked to imagine that this whole thing wasn’t so fake. it was such a great feeling to be with him you didn’t want to let that go.

little did you know, harry was going through something similar. he realized he had feelings for you at the most unexpected time.

you were walking with harry in the courtyard, hand in hand. you chatted on and on about any random thing that came to mind. you both stopped and sat down on a bench continuing the conversation. your eyes got distracted as you saw cedric approach you two. you widened your eyes at harry as if to signal to him that he was coming. he got the message. as cedric got closer, you became more attentive to the conversation you carried, planning on ignoring cedric.

“y/n?” you heard cedric’s voice cut you off.

“oh, hi cedric.” you replied looking up at him.

“can we talk?” he looked at harry.

“alone.” you glanced at harry and shrugged.

“sure.” you stood up and made your way a few steps away from harry. he couldn’t keep his eyes off you that day.

harry had always agreed you were attractive, there was no denying that, but in this moment you were glowing. he realized that whenever you were around he was significantly happier. being with you was so easy, and so was this fake relationship. he couldn’t help but admire the way you carried yourself and how effortlessly beautiful you looked even while having an evidently weird conversation with cedric. wait, what were you two talking about?

meanwhile, you stood with your arms crossed.

“what’s your deal, y/n?” cedric asked.

“what do you mean?” you looked at him innocently. “i see what you’re doing with potter. it’s like you’re trying to make me jealous or something.” he questioned you.

“if you’re jealous it’s ok to admit.” you scoffed. “you’re the one that cheated on me, sorry i found someone who treats me better.”

“for godric’s sake, i already apologized for that.” you shook your head at his words.

“i’m sorry, did i miss something? i never spoke to me after i caught you!”

“yeah, because i feel like shit!” he yelled right back. “and now you’re off with harry. i knew something was happening behind my back.”

“if you’re saying i was cheating first then you’re wrong. i never did anything with harry.” you slightly calmed down, not wanting to create a big scene since there were already a few eyes on you.

“sure.” cedric was silent. you were silent right back, staring at each other in disappointment and disbelief.

“whatever, harry!” you broke the silence by calling for him. harry looked over at you and got up.

“sorry i left you hanging.” you said. he shrugged.

“I was just waiting it out until later when I can crawl into bed and cuddle you.” you smiled as you felt butterflies again. “see you later cedric.” harry said and walked away with you.

•••

now of course cedric wasn’t your main concern. the whole idea originated from harry’s crush on cho. harry found it hard to keep this in mind. cho was a pretty girl, nice, kind, smart, but his feelings were slowly fading and being replaced by you. the only thing that gave him a reality check was going from hanging out around others to having alone time. as soon as it was the two of you everything fell back to being platonic. well, kind of.

about two days after the cedric situation, you found yourself in a pretty awkward situation, or should’ve been. muggle studies, one of the few elective classes that mixed students of different years. you were assigned group work with harry, cedric, and cho. they were the closest next to you and harry’s desks so the four of you were partnered together. the energy was tense as you lot wrote your answers down for the question you were given.

“um, so, how are you two doing?” cho spoke up. you looked up at her, slightly surprised and gave a closed mouth smile.

“uh, pretty good, thanks for asking.” you replied. cho nodded.

“i always knew there was something between you two.” cho said. you looked at her.

“you did?” you and harry asked in unison. she nodded. it had seemed like that was all anyone could say. ‘there was always something between y/n and harry.’ it practically haunted you.

“tell me potter, does she let you use her bathroom or is it too early in the relationship for that?” you practically choked as you heard cedric speak.

“what?” harry asked.

“well i only ask because when we were together, and i’d sleep over in her dorm, she rarely let me use her bathroom for anything. i reckon she was scared i’d mess something up.” cedric shrugged with a smile, obviously amused with himself. you could see cho trying to hold in a laugh.

“thank you for that, cedric. very unnecessary, let’s get this work finished, yeah?” you were annoyed. harry and cho nodded instantly going back to writing. you looked over at cedric and glared at him. he smiled right back innocently.

later that day you and harry were ‘studying’ in your room. that studying really turned into you two chatting about and listening to music.

you turned your head to see harry staring at the door to your bathroom.

“how do they expect us to share a bathroom?” he asked, referring to cedric’s words.

“they think we’re dating. couples share bathrooms you moron.” you rolled your eyes and replied. “don’t pay any mind to what cedric said. i noticed cho giving you glances today, like a lot.” you tried to sound excited for him. he nodded.

“right.”

[aizawaskittenwhore]

𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕙 𝕕𝕒𝕪

≛ ft shota aizawa, ejiiro kirishima, katsuki bakugo and izuku midoriya with a black!reader.

≛genre: fluff

≛warnings: light swearing, izuku and kiri being adorable supportive boyfriends

≛a/n: honestly i’m procrastinating on chapter three, so have some soft wash day hcs with our 1-a bbys and our fav sleep deprived teacher🥺

aizawa:

having long hair himself, he’s well prepared and has virtually anything you might need

but he understands that your hair textures are so different

so he does his homework on black hair and how to take care of it

we love a s/o who educates THEMSELVES

and when wash day comes around, this man is more than ready to help

need a denman brush? he’s got it. curl smoothie? duh. growth oil? hair masks? heat protectant? rat tail combs? of course. diffuser? baby have you SEEN his hair, mans owns too many blow dryer accessories it’s almost embarrassing.

he’s patient during the detangling process, letting you take the lead

he knows how bothersome it can be to have people try to help when you’ve got a set way of doing things

so he lets you do what you have the energy to, and he does the rest

he’s so gentle, and kisses your forehead as an apology when he hits a particularly painful snag

he’s quick too, making short work of the process and decreasing it by a solid 20 minutes, which if you know the pain of wash day, it means a LOT.

he’s not a super romantic person, but he does his best to make washing your hair a relaxing experience

he’ll lower the lights, and run you a hot bath, coaxing you between his legs, sitting on the edge of the tub while he massages the shampoo into your hair slowly

his nails are blunt for obvious reasons, but he makes an effort to scratch as much as possible, and his heart flutters just a bit with how at peace you look

he focuses on the roots as that’s the only place that needs such attention and rinses with cold water to seal up your cuticles

he’d help you towel off and will sacrifice one of his comfier long sleeve shirts to help you dry your hair, since you mentioned towels add frizz and remove moisture.

he’s so good with the LOC method, applying just enough oil to seal, but not weigh your curls down too much.

always delicate with your ends

he lets you work the parts you can reach, and for places like the back of your head, he takes over, working the leave in conditioner in with ease

shota can two strand twist tf out some damn hair no i don’t take criticism

he’s also obsessed with the way your hair shrinks, though he’d never admit it

so much length compressed into gorgeous coils, he wonders how the hell does hair just...defy gravity🧍🏾‍♀️

all in all, wash days are the highlight of his day, plus it gives him an excuse to whip out the matching bonnets he gets for y’all every time he goes on a beauty supply run

katsuki:

surprisingly enough, he’s another patient one

but this is both in part to him having done his research due to his thick hair, and he’s had black girlfriends in the past

so wash day ain’t nothin new to him, when you come to him the next morning dreading what the day had in store, he’d already whipped out the box holding your shared hair supplies, towel and brush at the ready.

he can be a little overzealous when it comes to brushing out your curls, having grown up on the “you just tenderheaded” bullshit

but he makes sure to never actually hurt you, or tug too hard

he’s also a firm believer in finger detangling, opting to use the brush for your ends, and going over the section with his fingers to get out any lingering kinks

will trim what needs to be trimmed, to him length is not worth retaining if it’s split half to death💀

once detangling’s done, he’ll breeze through the shampoo section

which brings us to his favorite part: deep conditioning

he’s partial to Uncle Funky’s Daughter’s products, combining their Heal & Renew deep conditioner with the Midnite Train leave in to get you allllll the way together.

this, plus a hot oil treatment will have you ready to marry this mf on the spot🧎🏾‍♀️

he knows your hair is a huge source of pride for you, so he does his part to help keep it voluminous and defined whenever he can

does give unsolicited advice (criticism)

but knows when to pull back, knowing that nobody knows what’s best like you do

still won’t keep him from getting pissed at you for not having had a trim in 4 months tho 🤷🏾‍♀️

his strength is cornrows, he keeps a perfect grip that isn’t so tight it’ll snatch your damn edges out but tight enough to last you a while

you always find a way to con him into braiding your hair down before you do an install. how? he don’t know

he loves you, that’s how.

wash days with katsuki are so frustrating, but the both of you wouldn’t give them up even if the world depended on it.

kirishima:

i can’t think of a more supportive (yet clueless) bf

but that doesn’t mean he’s not ready to learn!

it starts when he asked you if you wanted to go out saturday, and you said you couldn’t cause you had to wash your hair

he was like ?????

let’s just go after????

and so you had to break it down to him that your hair requires a lot of attention and care that you NEED a whole day to tend to it, not just wash

he nods, face lighting up as he proposes that he just come over and help

you’re a little hesitant, as you don’t just let anybody play around in ya hair like that

but he says he’s really intrigued and he wants to learn, so you agree

he mostly just watches, not wanting to mess up your flow, but participates on some of the easier parts, like working the curling cream into your locks

he’s also really good with massaging your head while you wash, his fingers nearly putting you to sleep

his sectioning needs a little work, but it’s nothing practice can’t fix

although you really gotta catch him up on what certain things actually mean

mf nearly had a heart attack when you said the words “hot oil treatment” and spazzed thinking you was about to put ya head in some damn chicken grease🕳🤸🏾‍♀️

over time though, he gets better at things like flexi rods, and even learns to do how to do crochets (my heart just MELTED)

he even takes some pointers and gets better at taking better care of his own hair. between hero work, hittin the gym, hanging with you and having “bro time” his hair is the last thing on his mind

plus it’s dyed, so he should be taking better care of it anyway🙄

wash days with kiri are so fun tho, and you’ve even made a habit of spiderman kissing whenever you’re upside down and scrunching your curls🥺🤎

izuku:

asks!!! so!!! many!!! questions!!!

honestly is just happy to be there

wants to know what everything is, what it does, if you like it, etc.

also takes notes on what you do and how you do it so he’ll remember for the future 🥺

he’s so nervous when you ask him if he wants to help

he doesn’t wanna mess it up, your hair’s so pretty 🥺🥺

he has curly hair too, but it’s much easier to manage, so he’s wayyy outta his depth

you help him through each step though, and with some time he gets more and more comfortable

shampoo is his favorite part cause he gets to try and make your hair do different shapes (the number one hero is secretly a big ass baby...who knew)

he’s another one that’s amazed by the way your hair can shrink

he knows your hair’s pretty long, you got a blowout one time and you swear he had a mini stroke for a good five mins with the way he just....froze

he fell even more in love with your hair that day

so to see it so short just wows him

if you’ve got really short 4c type hair, he wants you to go green with him so y’all can match🧚🏾

gets really good at protective styles (especially box braids)

cause at heart he’s a hero and wants to protect everything he loves from harm

yes, that includes protecting your curls from split ends and keeping em fresh.

thanks so much for reading! let me know if you guys want more of these, and feel free to throw me a like or a reblog if you enjoyed! mwah!

[padfootastic]

okay this is starting out re: your sex post, but it veers to the left halfway through and then you’re just being subjected to some of my musings about people offering their Opinions™️ about fics.

it’s so interesting that you mentioned in your tags that no one ever criticizes the non-sexual methods of building tension because as someone who doesn’t usually write about sex I swear I get it ALL the time. (eg “why can’t the boys just learn to communicate???” idk, anon, they’re 19 years old and only one of them has ever been to a therapist, you tell me)

I’d agree that sexual activity in fics is definitely more heavily scrutinized than non-sexual aspects, but I also think it’s funny that anonymous askers/readers/bookmarkers feel the need to offer their two sense about why x/y/z is inaccurate/ridiculous/annoying when many fic writers draw on their own lives for experience.

As an example, I’ve had a few people mention in notes on amicus curiae that they think Remus is being ridiculous for disliking Sirius as much as he does, but I cannot tell you how much of my own proclivity for ‘righteous anger’ Remus’ behavior is based in. He’s mad from the start because someone seemingly invalidated the accommodations that he/other disabled students may need during the school year, and honestly, I’ve seen myself hold on to far more foolish reasons for anger than that. I’d originally typed up a longer story as an example, but I’m sure you can think of some yourself so I won’t subject you to it lol

Anyway. I tend to assume that most of the human aspects of a work that I’m reading are in some way based on the author’s personal experiences—whether that be relational interactions, sexual encounters, tragedy—and try to look through that lens when I’m reading and commenting as a result. That’s probably not the norm, but it’s always been funny to me how many folks feel the need to provide the author with an itemized list of what’s wrong with their fic instead of just being like… hm, maybe this wasn’t for me and moving on.

I’m not usually someone who spends a lot of time thinking about reading/writing about sex for a number of reasons, but I can still appreciate that I have friends who write it well—and even more importantly, I can appreciate those things and make the choice not to read them if I think they’d made me uncomfortable, although DLDR doesn’t seem to be as widely accepted now as it was ten years ago (but that could be my bias talking).

Anyway (part two!) I’m with you on the sex front there—it can absolutely be a wonderful component of fics, whether it’s used in a significant way or just…used because a character wants to have a fun night and hook up with someone. It’s human! It’s normal! It should be just as acceptable as non-sexual scenes!

ngl miss andie i was so confused at first like ‘me? making a sex post? did i accidentally cross post??’ lmao

you bring up a great point here tbh. i’ve been *fingers crossed* lucky so far to only get the loveliest readers and haven’t had to deal with that kind of entitlement/sanctimonious attitude but comment lurking is one of my favorite activities so i’ve definitely seen it in other content creators’ spaces. in fact, the ‘this is so unrealistic/no one acts like this irl’ etc always gets me riled up because,,,,have these commenters never interacted with a real human?? people are complex and messy and imperfect and so, so problematic. they will do the stupidest shit for no reason other than they’re able to, and it doesn’t always make sense either (more than once, i’ve tried to look for my glasses while literally wearing them). i tend to do something similar tbh. assume that the author is pulling it out of somewhere, and even in the even they’re not, it’s fiction and it doesn’t have to make sense ykno? fanfiction is supposed to be fun and self indulgent; how does it matter if one character is being ridiculous or not?

(that being said tho, i was being v surface level in my tags lol. i didn’t exactly mean to include all ways of building tension bc every story needs some conflict, right? but i’ve seen this opinion a lot (for movies/shows/books) that sex is somehow ‘unnecessary’ most of the time. or that it’s the creator taking a lazy way out to pad their work. in contrast, with the non-sexual stuff, even when it doesn’t make sense in the larger story/character arcs, you often see popular tropes sprinkled in but getting nowhere near the same level of vitriolic resistance. no cries of ‘ew another miscommunication? that’s so gross. just say u can’t write and go’ type of shit. (to be fair, i don’t want those authors to get this feedback, just highlighting a double standard) and i do think part of that comes from a (sub)conscious view of sex as dirty/not meant to be openly talked about but no one wants to have that conversation here, least of all me lol)

but yeah, hard agree on the DLDR thing. i genuinely feel like things have become so hostile in fandoms lately because that and KINKTOMATO have all but eroded away, which is how you end up with all these people who equate fanfiction with paying for a service or commissioning an artist with the way they leave , like u said, ‘itemised lists’ of everything they don’t like/agree with. not everything is catered towards one person’s individual preferences and it doesn’t have to be.