#and i NEED to experience this first hand — for science ofc

[motherismotheringggg]

HE WANTED HER SO F’N BAD!!!

source: x

[linka-from-captain-planet]

Neve/Rana NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

They're still soaking up all the touch they can. Cuddling, backrubs, washing up, Neve wrapping Rana's hair up for her to get ready for bed. This is the time they're the most relaxed and the most chatty. They manage to enforce a no-cases-in-bed rule (unless it's really important ofc), so they catch up on their friends, what they're reading (The Lighthouse Book Club still lives and Rana got into Brom's and Bellara's serials), what they should get at the market tomorrow. This kind of comfort and being-together is hard-won, and once they're settled in, they want to savor it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

You think Neve's wide-open collar exposing the gentle slopes of her chest and a tasteful hint of the weighty cling of her bra-freed breasts to her sternum is an accident? You think they highlight her elegant neck for no reason? You think her perfectly structured belt and suspenders show off her hourglass figure and make sure her perfect ass is crystal clear is for fun? No. Weep. Rana doesn't really have her own favorite on herself - probably her hair if that counts, or women have always liked her arms and shoulders (trained on the sword and bow - she hits all the muscle groups). On each other, Rana is not immune to propaganda. She is a boob woman and Neve's are her first stop every chance she gets, and she also likes Neve's belly and thighs. Neve loves Rana's back and ass; she likes to watch her hands stroke them and dig her painted nails into the muscle.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Rana loves taking Neve's strap, but it does make her squirt sometimes and she gets all bashful about it. Needless to say, Neve loooves it but manages not to tease her too hard (don't want to spook the kitty too much)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

They're pretty clean, honestly. But they're also super private, so pretty much their entire sex life and their big feelings feels like a dirty secret (Rana more than Neve, since Rana is more reserved). Like whenever Taash and Harding come to visit, Neve and Rana are both white-knuckled hoping Taash won't be like "sniff sniff was someone eating ass in here 16.5 hours ago? nice" and Harding won't egg them on to talk about their ~love story~

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Both have had fewer partners than you'd think for such hot, interesting people - single digits, most likely. Neither made it a priority, plus Neve is cagey and afraid of intimacy and knows she's a feelings-catcher, and Rana has spent her entire adult life in a homophobic religious organization. They've each had short-term relationships and flings and one-night stands, but mostly they've just powered through romantic loneliness and handled their sexual needs by masturbating, ignoring it, or looking for a hookup. But sex isn't rocket science and they're confident, sensitive, and determined, so they definitely know what they're doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

We've got the blessed top-leaning-switch (Neve)/bottom-leaning-switch (Rana) setup. They like to take advantage of every configuration and surface possible, but if they had to pick an all-time favorite: it's gotta be Neve with the strap-on taking Rana from behind. Doggy, side spoons, bent over the desk, Rana's face in the pillows with her braid wrapped around Neve's fist, what have you. It's a lot of body contact, optional eye contact (they can get self-conscious), hits the best spots, satisfies each of their particular I Must Be The Goodest Girl Or Else urges. When Neve wants to receive, straddling Rana's lap is her favorite, riding her fingers or the taking her turn on the strap. Generally, Neve wants to be physically on top whether she's giving or receiving; she can feel too vulnerable or stifled on the bottom. Once she's more comfortable with Rana, she doesn't mind as much - and she comes to love the feeling of bigger, heavier Rana covering her body, making her feel safe - but she still prefers her top positions.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

They're dead serious honestly lol. They do a lot of teasing and ribbing, but "goofy"? Not really. If they're laughing in bed, it's probably because one of them landed a really good dunk on the other.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Neve presents a very tidy image, but she's as good as faking it as she is actually maintaining it. When she's got her head and heart wrapped up in a case, she lets some things fall by the wayside. She'll skip a shower or two, but will always fix her nails as soon as she can. She never skips caring for her skin under her prosthesis, but she sleeps in her makeup as often as not. When she gives herself enough time, she *luxuriates* in the bath. If she feels like shaving (anything), she'll shave and occasionally she does just to mix it up (something she can control, just for herself), but she has sensitive skin and prefers to avoid it to avoid irritation. She trims her pubic hair, but does a shitty job of it such that Rana eventually snaps and takes it over to do it right. Because Rana is Fussy. She is mani-pedi'd, exfoliated, moisturized, perfumed, coiffed, moisturized again, 24/7. A Thedan equivalent to a Tide pen is on her person at all times. She complains endlessly when Neve drags her into the gross catacombs or explodes a Venatori and gets her hair dirty because it fucks up her wash cycle. For her, it's about self-respect and self-control, and even self-expression - she was a Clean Templar, and now she's a clean dick ahaha detective. If there were a strong societal pressure for women to remove their body hair, she probably would since she's not one to defy The Rules willy-nilly, but I can't imagine why that'd be case. She's naturally not very hairy so she doesn't think much about it, but she meticulously trims her pubic hair (and Neve's) because she find it the most comfortable.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

They're weird about it at first as one might expect. They already have the trust, they understand the feelings are there (even if it takes them a long time to explicitly verbalize them); it's just a matter of getting over the awkward this-is-new hump. Fortunately, sex is an opportunity to do, rather than say, so it's faster-going than their feelings-talking. Little ways of caring for one another through touch had already creeped into their habits - checking each other for injuries, scraping the other off the pavement when the battle's over; gradually, touching hands when there's no reason to, gently guiding the other through a narrow alley with a hand on the lower back. So it's just a matter of bringing that to the bedroom. The first kiss on the cheek in the afterglow initially feels a little awkward, more intimate than the literal sex they'd just had. The first time Rana brings Neve a washcloth to freshen up a bit so she doesn't have to get out of bed, she spends the whole night agonizing over how touched she felt by a little gesture. The little things do add up, and it's not too long before they feel more comfortable acting romantic in the bedroom.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

No-nonsense types - get off, get back to it. They never gave themselves the chance to develop a more pleasing routine; Neve tried to avoid being home generally to avoid The Horrors (any of her feelings), and Rana was self-conscious living in the Templar quarters (what if someone heard? smelled it? better get it done and wash up fast).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

The first thing I'm mentally establishing when I explore a new ship is which one is the armpit sniffer and which one likes anal more, which is sort of like my smut version of astrology. Neve/Rana could really go either way, but ultimately Rana is the sniffer and Neve is the anal enjoyer. Firstly, armpits are next to the boobs and Rana is a boob gal, so there's a primal wire there to be crossed there that extrapolates the eroticism of one to the other (Rana would find this embarrassing which is part of the appeal also). Secondly, scent is intimacy and trust. If Rana awakens with Neve safe and secure in her arms, bathed in that light musk of a long night's sleep in a body-warm bed, would she not want to nuzzle right on in? She would and that's why she's the sniffer. Neve gets anal because even though Rana being too uptight is part of their long-term conflict, it's Neve who's really tortured by her neuroticism (anal-retentiveness, if you will). Anal play is a very commanding sex act that requires patience, care, and relaxing, so can be a big relief for someone so high-strung. Also she has a great ass. It starts with Rana slipping her a finger while going down, and they explore more after Neve finally admits she likes it. Also, Neve also likes using simple restraints on Rana - just commands (hands on the headboard, or she'll stop), her ascot, a shirt. Rana finds submission relaxing, so she's glad to play along even though she's much stronger than Neve and could easily overpower her if she wanted to (this too is kink). She's never let anyone pull her braid before, but once she lets Neve do it once, she can't get enough. Neve's ice and time magic comes into play here and there, of course.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Can't beat the comfort and convenience of the bed, especially since Rana springs for a full-size one when she moves to the Tallow in their quasi-together-quasi-not phase (Neve teases her about this for weeks - planning something, Savas?) and also especially since they tend to overwork themselves and come home too tired and sore to bang on the desk. That said, their desk, and Neve's desk in the Lighthouse, are their second favorite when they're feeling squirrely.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Big brains. The other is never sexier than when she's thinking deeply, processing evidence, tabulating every possibility. And they love how they stand up to everyone else, including each other. Neve's status as a swaggering local menace gets Rana so hot, and she'll let Neve cajole her and push her around a bit, but Neve loves it when Rana turns the tables. They both also love a little rough-housing - a little manhandling, a little wrasslin. They're both tactile and physical.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

They're both a little skittish and rely a lot on the other for emotional support, so anything that plays with that - degradation, name calling, restraining then leaving them alone, etc - doesn't work for them. They're also exposed to enough real violence, and seen each other hurt enough, to not want to simulate anything of the sort in bed - a saucy smack on the ass is one thing, striking the other with an instrument, choking, brandishing knives, and so on is another. Some people can reconcile those experiences, they can't.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Neve initially prefers to give because she finds receiving more vulnerable; if they're scrappin a bit and she winds up riding Rana's face, that's one thing, but just laying back and letting Rana pamper her? It takes a while to warm up to that. But once she does... it helps that Rana really, really loves eating her out. Look at those lips, that jaw... behold her endless dedication, her commitment to a job well done, her fussiness. She's ON it. Rana likes receiving just fine, but it doesn't compare to snuggling down between the soft thighs she loves so much and digging in.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

They lean slower. Not that they don't still love their quickies (they got shit to do) or enjoy throwing the other on the desk and hair-pulling back-scratching ass-smacking capital-F-Fucking, but they live a lot of their life pretty fast, and it's nice to have something more indulgent at home.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies have long been their bread and butter with other people - if they're just hooking up to blow off some steam, they want to get it done and hit the bricks. At the beginning of their relationship, it helps them trick themselves into thinking they're easing in emotionally (fake news). Even later when they're more comfortably established, the quickie remains a part of any workaholic's sexual life. It's sorta a relief that they can now just have sex about it when they get under each other's skin mid-case and get back to it

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Experiment, yes - risks, not really, no. They're by definition curious women, so when one of them gets an idea, the other is probably excited to try it out. Are they the most creative and kinky couple? Probably not, but they find themselves a variety of things to do. But as far as risk goes (getting caught in public? not preparing properly? not using protection when they should?), neither of them is a thrill-seeker like that. They took enough risks thwarting the end of the world, they don't need to get kicks from risking getting arrested over some alleyway ass.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Neve is out there cross-country parkouring all of Northern Thedas without losing her breath, Rana is right behind her. They can fuck as long as they want. They're looking to connect, feel good, and relax, so they take the time they need to achieve that. Sometimes, 30 minutes and a snack after is perfect. Sometimes, it's a marathon session riding the high of a slam-dunk case. Sometimes, it's a languid morning in bed where it's not clear if they actually "had sex" but they're both glowing and full-hearted after it. Whatever they're feeling that day, they have the stamina to do it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Neve had a single dildo for personal use (she likes the feeling of fullness, even if she isn't always comfortable bottoming), but otherwise, neither of them had toys until they were together. Rana wasn't willing to bring such a thing into the Templar quarters, and also they're both chronically broke. They'd used pretty basic toys (strap-ons, vibrators, maybe simple restraints) with other partners who had them, but otherwise, they're used to using what the Maker gave them. Which for Neve, includes magic. Once they're together, and the city's made it through the aftermath of endgame, Neve goads Rana into attending the grand opening of the city's first non-black-market sex shop (thanks Archon Mae/Dorian!) and they get themselves a few things to start. Neve especially had been dying to get her hands on a strap-on.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Neve LOVES to tease - mostly out of bed. It's a big part of their long-term foreplay. Rana doesn't have enough game to pull off the same kind of teasing, but once they're in bed, she knows how to keep Neve on her toes. Neither of them likes to be strung along for too long, but they give each other a little affectionate shit before giving in.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Both are pretty quiet. Neve can be pretty self-conscious, but we've all heard her kiss-whimpers. She can't help herself. She makes a lot of quiet little sounds - some of them embarrassingly high-pitched, but she can't help it. Rana is a heavy-breather, soft-grunter, quiet-groaner. Rana doesn't talk a lot in bed- little encouraging phrases, quick requests, sure, but she'd feel awkward trying to like, dirty talk. Neve, when she's totally in control, has that part down pat, purring and growling.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Neve's first kiss, first girlfriend, and first time were all with the Little Oil Lamp Girl. They were latter teens, and that girl was the only thing that felt like it made sense as Neve's whole world was changing around her. It didn't burn forever - maybe that was her fault, the cynicism seeping in then, but it sure was nice while it lasted. Rana's first kiss and first time were with a guy she tried to like to please her parents. He was her friend and a nice kid, just proof she'd never measure up to the expectations, so it's a bittersweet memory. She ran away to join the Templars shortly after.

If Minrathous had a The Cart, they'd have at least 3 connections they didn't know about, one of which is definitely the Sexy Bartender From The Prologue.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Even though we only get a tiny glimpse of it, Neve's body in-game is perfect for her IMO. She's dainty, but not too thin or frail-looking. She's got a bit of muscle (her arms!), but you know she's no gym rat and she mostly eats fried fish so of course she doesn't look like an Olympic gymnast. Her belly and thighs look SO!! soft and pettable. Her model doesn't quite do her supposed height justice (around 5'8"), although some gifs of her stradding Rook capture that vibe very sexily and her hourglass figure is poppin. Her thighs and ass are A+++ Rana's a little taller; she's as tall as the "100" height for a human feminine body, so I'm guessing around 6 feet tall. Hot! She was maybe lightly retconned from a warrior in Tevinter Nights to a rogue in Veilguard, so that throws off my original body headcanon a bit (but that was just based on her description of wielding a sword and wearing heavy armor - and the Veilguard rogue does use a sword, so maybe she's been a rogue all along). She's beefier than Neve, but still pretty willowy, like a track and field athlete. Her arms and back are well-defined and being a good swordswoman comes with a juicy ass.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty average? They've been emotionally entangled for so long before actually getting together that they don't have a big must-fuck-at-every-opportunity honeymoon period. While they're busting ass helping rebuild Minrathous or stuck on a big case that hangs over their minds, they have sex less - they might skip a week or two and prioritize non-sexual intimacy and touch when they can find a few quiet hours together. When they have less on their minds and things settle down, they go with the flow. It might be twice a day, every night, every other, twice a week. So it goes.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

They're sleep-deprived workaholics, so once those good good afterglow hormones hit the bloodstream, they both knock out pretty quickly. Sometimes basically still in position, resulting in some pleasant or not soreness the next day. If they're going to bed, Rana at least still wants to do her nighttime routine, so she can stay awake long enough for that.

[shizuturnspages]

Hii Love your yan works!! Wondering if I could request a scenario where darling(gender neutral would be great<3) , utterly frustrated, just snaps. Angry, maybe a bit violent (telling the yan/char off too) and their reactions to this. the sumeru boys if you could :) (sethos included ofc) tysm!!

(alsoo can I be 🐲anon :D, if u don't have like an anon system it's finee)

Ofccc

I tried my best to portray a frustrated darling. Here it is:

Alhaitham

Alhaitham is never caught off guard—until now. He’s always so sure of his logic, so convinced that his calm reasoning will sway you. And yet, here you are, snapping like a live wire, anger blazing as you tell him off for treating you like some part of a research project he’s working on.

“I am not one of your little experiments, Alhaitham!” You slam your hands on the desk, making every paper, every precious note he keeps meticulously organized, scatter.

Alhaitham’s reaction? He raises an eyebrow, that usual collected look faltering for a second. “Your outburst is…unexpected,” he says slowly, like he’s still processing this glorious rage you’re unleashing on him.

But you’re not backing down. “You think you know everything about me, huh? As if watching me like some science project gives you the right to dictate my life! Well, newsflash, it doesn’t.”

Tighnari

He just blinks at you, taking in the harsh words. And—damn it—he seems intrigued. Almost like he’s analysing you, savouring every bit of this rare outburst. When you’re done, breathing heavily, he gives a soft chuckle, leaning closer. “If I didn’t care about you,” he murmurs, eyes gleaming with something dark, “I wouldn’t bother trying to understand you so thoroughly. But, please, go on… I’m listening.”

The soft, gentle way Tighnari usually approaches everything takes a sharp turn when you finally reach your boiling point. He’s been hovering again, watching you like a hawk, questioning your every move, worrying over every detail. You’ve had enough.

“Stop! Just stop!” you shout, pacing in frustration as you wave your arms in the air. “I don’t need your constant surveillance, Tighnari! I’m not some fragile thing you have to keep an eye on every second!”

Tighnari blinks in surprise, his typically calm expression faltering. He doesn’t know how to respond at first, clearly caught off guard by your sudden outburst. “I… I was only trying to help. You’ve been acting strange lately, and I—”

“Strange?” you cut him off, glaring at him. “I’m not strange, I’m frustrated! You make me feel like I’m one step away from breaking at any given moment, always hovering, always watching. I’m fine, Tighnari! Stop treating me like I’m about to fall apart!”

His ears twitch as he processes your words, the warmth in his eyes turning into something more intense. His lips part, and for a moment, he looks like he’s about to apologize, but then his eyes narrow, a defensive streak flaring up.

“Maybe I’m just trying to care for you,” he says quietly, but there’s an edge to his tone now. “If you’d let me, I could help you. I just want to make sure you’re okay. I hate seeing you like this.”

“I don’t need your help, Tighnari!” you snap, throwing your hands up in frustration. “I’m not some project for you to fix! You don’t get to decide what’s best for me!”

Kaveh

Tighnari sighs, rubbing his temple with one hand. “I get it, okay? But you’re not leaving me any choice, are you?” His voice softens, but there's a steely undertone now. "I won't stop looking out for you, whether you want it or not."

Your frustration with Kaveh’s relentless, overbearing affection reaches a boiling point. He’s been fussing, hovering over you like you’re some delicate object that needs his constant attention.

“Back off, Kaveh! I’m not some fragile doll you can keep wrapped around your finger!" You yell at the top of your lungs as you shove him away from you.

Kaveh stumbles back, taken aback by the force in your words, his usual confident swagger faltering for the first time. His eyes widen in shock, and his lips part as if he's about to apologize—but then the sheer intensity of your anger seems to hit him like a wave.

"Wait, what?" he stammers, trying to make sense of your outburst. He looks around, as if hoping the room itself will offer some kind of explanation. "I—I thought I was doing the right thing! I just... I care about you! I didn’t think you’d—"

“Care about me?!” you interrupt, voice dripping with sarcasm. “You think coddling me, making every decision for me, is love? You’re just trying to keep me on a leash, Kaveh. That’s not love, that’s control!”

Kaveh’s expression falters, hurt flashing across his features before it’s replaced with frustration. He takes a step forward, voice trembling slightly but with a hint of defensiveness. “I never meant it like that! I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I never—”

“You never thought!” you retort, your chest heaving as you struggle to contain the rage. “You never thought about what I want, what I need! You just assumed you know best. You’re suffocating me!”

Kaveh’s face softens, the hurt in his eyes giving way to guilt, but there’s still a spark of stubbornness left. “I... I never wanted to hurt you,” he mutters quietly, looking down, his shoulders slumping. “I just wanted to protect you from... from the world.”

But you’re done being patient. “I don’t need your protection, Kaveh! I need my freedom. And if you can’t give that to me, then maybe we shouldn’t be doing this at all.”

Cyno

He looks crushed, but there’s something behind his eyes now—regret, yes, but also a deeper, more possessive undercurrent. He takes a slow breath, standing straighter, as if bracing himself. “If it comes to that… I guess I’ll just have to remind you how much you need me,” he says quietly, almost dangerously. His words hang in the air, a silent threat, but for a brief second, you see the raw emotion behind them.

For all Cyno’s jokes and smirks, you finally reach your limit. He’s always around, hovering like a shadow with that damn teasing grin. And for once, you just want him gone.

“I’m done, Cyno!” you yell, voice thick with anger. “Just stop with the jokes, stop with the games, and stop watching me like a hawk! I don’t need a babysitter.”

He freezes mid-step, his grin gone, replaced by a serious expression that’s almost unreadable. “It was never about babysitting,” he says quietly, his eyes narrowing. But you’re past the point of caring. “No, it’s about you wanting control, Cyno. You need to know everything—where I am, who I’m with—you don’t own me!”

Sethos

The tension in the room rises, and he watches you carefully. “Control isn’t the issue,” he finally says, his voice softer than you expect. “But I won’t apologize for making sure you’re safe.” He steps closer, his hand lingering by your shoulder, almost hesitant. “But,” he adds, leaning down to meet your gaze, “if you really feel that strongly about it, make me leave.”

With Sethos, it’s not just overprotection; it’s the possessive need to have you near, almost like a shadow clinging too close. He’s silent, watching, trailing after you with that unnerving devotion that makes it impossible to breathe sometimes. And today, you’ve had enough.

“Will you just… back off for one damn minute, Sethos!” you shout, your patience snapping like a twig.

Sethos, unbothered, simply tilts his head, that cryptic, soft smile unfaltering. “Why should I? If I give you space, you’ll just wander off where I can’t protect you.”

You can feel yourself shake with frustration. “I don’t need protecting! And I sure as hell don’t need you lurking around every corner!” You take a step forward, jabbing a finger at him, your voice dangerously low. “Do you even get how suffocating you are?”

His smile wavers—just a flicker—and his eyes darken. He steps closer, a shadow casting over his expression. “Suffocating?” he whispers. “No, love… I’m keeping you safe. But if it’s suffocating you… well, that’s just unfortunate.” His fingers brush your cheek, cold, and possessive. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

[twoa-plus]

it’s 2:00am and this is more of a character thing than a genuine theory but *claps hands for the drama* same coin theory. what if both of the stans are bill

or like. a parallel to him. like i said this isn’t a super serious theory i’m mostly just back on my character analysis bs lol

so i haven’t gotten to talk abt this much but i am a firm believer in that there is not a superior stan. from a personality perspective this is obviously entirely subjective, but i mean that there isn’t a superior one when it comes to their objective traits and how useful they are

ford is. ford. i don’t really have to say anything here he’s super smart can play the piano or whatever etc etc. however one thing that i will say that i think is important here is that i am like. 99% sure this man has a higher tolerance to The Horrors than other humans do. dude spent 30 years in that portal and came out pretty much the same level of crazy, and we all saw what happened to fiddleford. i know fidds saw bill take off his exoskeleton or whatever but u can’t convince me that ford traveled the multiverse - with all sorts of monsters and non-3d dimensions and god knows what else - for 3 decades and didn’t see some shit that would make anybody else lose it. like at this point u could tell me this guy could have a casual conversation over tea with cthulu and be fine and i’d believe u

as for stan - and i mean this in the absolute best way possible i love this guy - he’s like the world’s most charismatic cockroach. he’s fantastic with people and just straight up refuses to die. for the first point i don’t just mean this in the conman way, when it comes to the people that actually matter stan always manages to win them over in some way or another (soos, wendy, the kids, ford, etc) and one does not simply survive for a decade on the street without needing the occasional favor from someone who actually likes you. “oh but rico-“ man when u’ve been living as a homeless criminal for a decade and the list of people that want to kill u consists of 1 person and the government u’ve done pretty damn well. anyways as for the cockroach point, he’s alive and has his memories. i don’t even have to say much here stan went through all of That, lived through the series itself including The Literal Apocalypse, metaphorically (something something people are just a collage of their life experiences) died at the end of it all and then came back to life. that’s hardcore as hell man. in a less literal interpretation of the “refusing to die” bit, he’s also just. insanely determined. the biggest example is ofc him never graduating highschool and yet teaching himself god knows how much math and science and whatnot over the course of 30 damn years because he just refuses to believe that he can’t save his brother. stan pines is a force of nature i swear

[additional note while im already ranting about this guy, im not a personal believer in the “stan is just as (academically) smart as ford” theory. first of all i feel like this entire theory is kind of rooted in the idea that he has to be/be on the same level as “the smart one” to have value, which is an idea that the stans’ entire backstory is based around criticizing, and i think stan has something just as if not more valuable than freakish intelligence - raw fucking grit. he wasn’t the one to open the portal back up because of some intellectual advantage, he was the one to open the portal back up because he wanted to, god damn it, and best of luck to you if you’re gonna try and stop him.]

anyways as for the same coin thing, everybody knows the stan part. his casual references to the impending apocalypse, “you’ve been buying gold, right?”, him being such a good conman, etc etc. while i’m already ranting about stan’s determination, bill’s got that too - he’s been trying for like thousands of years to take over the world and he just Won’t Stop. point is there’s a lot of character traits they share

(i know in the original same coin post a pretty major point is stan not making a deal with bill, but i think that could probably be pretty easily explained without the need for divine intervention. the only times bill makes a deal with someone without them summoning him first is after he’s kind of left on a loose end with gideon, and everyone knows stan wouldn’t fall for his lies in the first place)

bill also shares a lot of traits with ford, though. both have some kind of physical anomaly (bill’s eye & ford’s hands), both can see/understand things others of their species can’t, they’re both egomaniacs (listen i love ford but the guy has issues), etc. u could even argue that, at least at the time they meet, they have some kind of connection through their loneliness

so. with the theory of “bill was reincarnated to make up for what he did,” what if it wasn’t just stan? what if he was split in two, and his “reincarnation” is both of them? they’re flawed enough to make it a lot harder for either of them to take over the world (ford’s lack of social skills & stan’s lack of freakish academic knowledge), and they have something bill doesn’t - each other.

bill is alone. that’s his whole problem. he killed everyone he loved, treats everyone new he meets like shit, and now he’s Like That. throughout it all, the one thing the stans have always had - even if it was just in their memory - is each other. “oh but ford-“ shhhh. shhshhshshshhsh. shut up. ford has Problems but i genuinely don’t think he ever stopped loving stan. love is weird, first of all, and secondly he clearly never stopped trusting him. no matter what he might say about stan being a liar or a conman or whatever, who’s the one person he goes to when he’s forced to admit he needs help? ford is a weird guy and has an… odd way of showing it but he loves his family just like the rest of the pines and i will die on this hill

i’ve been writing this for over an hour straight and i think my brain is melting but i’m sure at this point u get the idea. both of the stans, together, serve as a parallel to bill, and the one thing they have that he doesn’t is love. that’s what killed him.

something something killing an interdimensional dream demon with the power of friendship and this gun i found

[avengerscompound]

The Tower - A Weekend Away

The Tower - A Weekend Away

Series Masterlist

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 3728

Warnings:  smut (FMM Bisexual threesome, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, train)

Synopsis:  Steve, Tony, and Elly go away for their first public appearance after the groups outing.  Tony tries to make their weekend away special for all of them.

Author’s Note: Requested by hopefullylost13 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place after the end of The Tower.

A Weekend Away

By a funny series of events, the first official public outing that any of us did in our relationship after Tony had spilled the beans about us being in a polycule was when Steve, Tony, and I attended a gala in DC about Climate change.  Steve, Tony, and Bruce had been invited to be key speakers at the event, and at the time of their invitation, we were still trying to push the narrative that I was just in a relationship with Tony.   So I was supposed to go with all three of them as Tony’s date.  However, when the bomb dropped, Bruce freaked out and refused to make any public appearances until the story had cooled off.  He needed the public to get used to the idea of us all being together, just in case the stress of being bombarded by questions brought out the Hulk.  There was talk about one of the others taking his place, despite being unable to give his speech.  We’d also considered someone going other than me.  Natasha and Sam were both floated as possibilities because of their experience volleying the questions from the press.

In the end, we just decided to leave it.  I’d been excited to finally go out with them, especially to do something like a gala, and no one else particularly wanted to go.  It was a little nerve-wracking.  The reception to us coming out had been mixed and while the negatives seemed a minority, they were certainly the ones that made themselves loudest.  Steve, in particular, faced a lot of negativity regarding his position as Captain America.  He hoped that getting back in the public eye by pushing for things like clean energy and free health care would make it clear where he stood and turn people’s attention away from his non-traditional relationship.

I was mostly excited.  I had wanted to go public with the relationship for a long time and never got to go on dates.  This wouldn’t be any regular date either.  It was a weekend away.  Science.  Dressing up and parading around with two of my boyfriends.  It was exciting.

Tony had had our clothes specially tailored for us.  He was going to wear a red tux with black lapels and a black vest over a red shirt.  It was tailored perfectly to him, so it made his waist look slim and his chest broad, and he was wearing it with the collar open.  He looked hot.  Steve on the other hand was wearing a powder blue tuxedo with a double-breasted vest in the same blue over a crisp white shirt and a pale pink bowtie.

I’d been having regular meetings with a designer for months, and we'd settled on a sheer black lace gown.  It was sheath cut, and embroidered into it were black vines that wound up my body, red and blue flowers dotted the vines along with glittering gems.  I was gonna look hot in it - if I do say so myself.

Because I was so excited about going away with them, both Tony and Steve even agreed to extend the stay over the weekend so we could go to the spa and have afternoon tea together.

I was being very spoiled and the best part was, that it wasn’t just me being spoiled and because there was an event, it wasn’t triggering any of my trauma about receiving gifts.  Tony wasn’t just spoiling me.  He was spoiling Steve too.  We needed to be here.  I needed the gown.  It was amazing.

The first part of being spoiled was the hotel.  Tony had booked the Presidential Suite at the Waldorf Astoria.

Tony’s penthouse was pretty luxurious, but it didn’t feel anywhere near as opulent as the suite.  While it was not as large as Tony’s penthouse, with two bedrooms, a large dining room, living room kitchen, study, and one and a half bathrooms, it was still plenty big.  There were huge arched windows that spanned the living room, dining room, and master bedroom, and each room had chandeliers.  There was even a small one built into the canopy over the king-sized, four-poster bed.  All the furniture was Victorian era and made with dark hardwood with gilt edges.  It was very un-Tony but very beautiful.

“Wow,” I said as I followed the bellhop into the room.  We had a lot of things with us for the gala, and after a short tour through the hotel suite, he wheeled the luggage cart into the bedroom and began to unpack for us. 

“This is a lot, Tony,” Steve said as he took a slow lap of the large living area.

“You say that so often I should have it printed on your business card,” Tony said.  He looked over at me. “What do you think, honey bun?”

“It’s amazing,” I said, approaching him and wrapping my arms around his waist.  His arms closed around me and he kissed my temple. “Thank you, Tony.”

“See, someone appreciates me,” Tony said.

“Sorry.  I know,” Steve said.  “Everything’s just been getting to me.  The press.  This gala.  And you know my upbringing.”

“How have I ended up with nine romantic partners that all have money trauma?” Tony asked.

I beckoned for Steve to come over but looked up at Tony.  “Well to be fair, I don’t think Thor has money trauma,” I said.

He laughed. “That’s true.  Next time I’ll take him away.”

Steve approached us both and put one hand on each of our hips. “I’ll try and relax,” he promised.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Tony said.  “And aside from the gala, we don’t have to go anywhere.  We’ll go down to the spa and there's afternoon tea, but all we have to do besides that is nothing.  No work.  No press.  Just us.  So I say, we order dinner to be sent up here, and then we can try breaking in some of this very fancy-looking furniture.”

I ran my hand up Steve’s chest and curled my fingers into the fabric of his shirt.  “And try and keep in mind, you’re doing this for us.  How long have I wanted to be taken somewhere by … well any of you?”

He gave a small nod.  “You’re right.  It’s been difficult, but it does feel a lot nicer getting to live our truth.” 

I tugged him down and he brought his lips to mine.  We kissed slowly and deeply, lips moving together and tongues flicking out to meet.  Steve hummed softly into my lips and Tony made a small, impatient sound as his fingers flexed on my side.

I was just about to pull back from Steve and start kissing Tony when someone cleared their throat on the other side of the room.

We all looked over at the same time, and Steve’s face flushed red.

“Sorry to interrupt,” the bellhop said, looking even more awkward and embarrassed than Steve did.  “I’ve finished.”

Tony slid right into his usual public bravado, strolling over to the guy as he fished his wallet out of his inside jacket pocket.  “Thank you so much,” he said, putting his arm around the guy’s shoulders and leading him toward the door.  “Couldn’t have done it without your help.”  When he reached the door, he pulled it open and guided the man through, pulling out some cash from his wallet and slipping it into his hand like it was a magic trick.

“Right.  Thank you,” the bellhop said.  “I hope you enjoy your stay.”

“I have no doubt we will,” Tony said.  He closed the door and turned back to us laughing.  “Why, Captain,” Tony scolded.  “Here you were mad at me for outing us and you’re just making out with two people in front of strangers.”

“Tony…” Steve sighed.

Tony clicked his tongue.  “No, no.  I forgive you,” Tony said.  “That bellhop though…”

Steve sighed and shook his head, while I stifled laughter. “Okay.  No fighting boys.  I’m sure that bellhop has seen things that would even make Tony blush.  He’s not gonna remember us kissing for long.”

“True.  There are a lot of unique tastes in the world.  One time this guy…”

“Nope!” Steve interrupted.  “I don’t want to know.  We should order dinner.”

Tony went and grabbed the room service menu.  “I’ll handle it.  They have some nice share platters here.  You two go make out some more if you like.”

Steve shook his head but his lips tugged up at the sides as he tried not to laugh.  “This is going to be a long weekend, isn’t it?”

“It is and I love it,” I said, taking his hand and leading him to one of the couches.  “Now relax, honey.  Just imagine what he’d be like if Bruce was here too.” 

We did make out and when Tony was finished on the phone with room service he came and joined us.  By the time there was a knock on the door, Tony’s shirt was open and my lips were tingling.  Tony jumped up and skipped over to the door to let in the bellhop with the food.  They laid it out as Steve and I straightened out and came to join Tony at the table.

He’d gone overboard.  There was a seafood tower that included lobster, crab, shrimp, oysters, scallops, tuna, and salmon, a charcuterie board with a selection of artisanal cheeses, cured meats, and bread, and if that wasn’t enough, he’d ordered us each a main, steak for Steve, risotto for me, and a double cheeseburger for him.

“Tony…” Steve sighed when we were alone again.

“I know, I know. It’s too much,” Tony said, waving him on.  “Like you don’t have the appetite of four people.  Just enjoy yourself would you.”

“Thank you, Tony,” I said and kissed his cheek.

He smiled and rubbed my leg.  “You gotta stop being so nice to me, El.  I don’t know what to do with all that positive energy.”

“Okay then.  Goddamn it, Tony.  I hate eating.  Grr…” I teased.

He laughed and nudged me.  “That’s good.  Keep practicing and I’ll believe it.”

The food was delicious and as expected, Steve ate a lot.  Tony and I finished eating, well before Steve was done.  I climbed into Tony’s lap while we waited for him, pulling my feet up and curling my arm around Tony’s shoulders.

“Hello, dear,” Tony said, running his finger along the neckline of my shirt.  “Are we feeling a little frisky?”

“Yes,” I said.

He kissed my throat, grazing his teeth over the sensitive spot at the corner of my jaw.  “You can’t wait for the dear Captain to finish eating.”

“He takes too long,” I said, pouting playfully.  “Carbo loading,” I added with air quotes.

He laughed.  “That’s true,” he said. He lifted my shirt off over my head and tossed it aside.  “Still, we should be patient.”

“I suppose,” I agreed, and unfastened my bra.  I tossed it in the same direction as Tony had thrown my shirt, but it landed two feet further than the shirt did.

Tony cupped my breasts and leaned in, swirling his tongue around my nipple, and then pulling it into his mouth.  I moaned, pushed my chest out toward him, and looked over at Steve.  Steve raised an eyebrow at me and then took a very deliberate bite of his steak.

Tony pulled back with a pop.  He looked from me to Steve and then back to me again and he brought his lips to my ear.  “Maybe we need to try and tempt Steve to hurry.”  He said it quietly but not so quietly that Steve wouldn’t be able to hear.

I nodded.  “I think so.”

He guided me back onto my feet and his hands slid up under my skirt and grabbed the waistband of my panties.  He dragged them down and I stepped out of them.  “Get up on the table and sit down in front of him.  Let him see what’s waiting for him.”

“Oh god,” Steve said with a soft laugh.

I climbed up onto the table as instructed and sat down in front of Steve, spreading my legs and putting them on either side of his plate, my knees bent and my skirt hitched up.  Tony got up and began packing up the used dishes from behind me.

Steve’s eyes ran up and down my body, but he continued eating.  “Why buy all this food, if you don’t want me to eat it, Tony?” he asked.

Tony laughed.  “We’re not rushing you,” he said.  “Just making sure you know what’s for dessert.”

Steve chuckled and shook his head.

“What is it, Cap?” Tony asked. “Wishing for a nice peaceful life?”

Steve laughed a little louder. “Who, me?  Doesn’t look that way.”

I grinned at him, shifting where I was, and spreading my legs a little wider.  His eyes flicked up to me and he raised an eyebrow.  “Be patient now.”

I giggled and nodded.  “Yes, sir,” he said.

The fact he was just making me wait was incredibly sexy.  He didn’t take his eyes off me, but he also didn’t rush.  He and Tony would talk from time to time, but he never seemed to rush his meal.  Not that he didn’t also appear turned on.  The way he was looking at me was nothing short of ravenous.

Finally, he finished his steak and he moved the plate aside.  “Now, we were saying something about dessert?” he said, grabbing my thigh and dragging me to the edge of the table.

I squealed and fell back on my elbows as he lifted my legs over her shoulders.  I didn’t even get a chance to adjust how I was sitting before his mouth was on me.  He sucked on my pussy like he was starving and I was the only thing on the buffet.  I grabbed hold of his hair and linked my ankles behind his back.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped.  “Steve…”

“That mouth, good for things other than rousing speeches, huh?” Tony joked.

“Yes,” I mewled.  “He can tell you off too.”

Tony laughed and sat back on the chair, putting his feet on the table, one ankle crossed over the other.  “Yeah, he is good at that too.”

The teasing seemed to spur Steve on.  His tongue swirled around my folds, pushed inside me, and then flicked up to my clit.  He sucked and licked at my cunt in a way that I couldn’t get a bead on.  It made me writhe and squirm on the table, my fingers gripping his hair and my hips bucking against his mouth.

I was fighting it, trying to hold it together, but it was no use.  Steve had learned exactly how my body worked and what I liked best and he seemed to be doing everything to bring me over.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted.  My muscles were all clenched and my toes curled.

“Oh, honey,” Tony teased.  “Let it happen.”

“I don’t know if it was Tony’s words that set me over, or that I was just so damned close it wouldn’t have mattered what I did, but I came.  Hard.  I fell back on the table, arching my back and bucking up into Steve’s mouth.  He groaned and pulled back, wiping his mouth.

“Jeez, Steve,” Tony teased.  “You took forever with your entree, but you rushed your dessert.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not done,” Steve said, pushing up from the table.  He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, making me squeal once again. “Come on, Tony.”

Steve carried me into the bedroom with Tony hot on his heels.  He dropped me onto the bed, but before he could climb on top of him, I put my foot on his chest and pushed him back.  “Nope,” I said.

He pulled back.  “What’s wrong?  Is it too much?”

“You have been very judgemental of Tony today,” I said.

“Yeah.  You sure have been,” Tony agreed.

“And you have been a little antagonistic,” I said.  “And now I want you two to kiss and make up.”

Steve turned to Tony and held out his hand. “I’m sorry, Tony.  I know you’re just trying to spoil us.”

Tony took his hand.  “It’s okay.  I’ve been trying to get a rise out of you, I guess.”

“I know,” Steve said and pulled him into a harsh kiss.

I bit my bottom lip as I watched them kiss.  It was always like watching a battle of wills when they kissed, neither of them wanting to concede control to the other.  Steve’s hand bunched into Tony’s shirt and he pushed him back toward the bed, the kiss breaking when he tossed him down on the mattress beside me.

“Elly, how about you straddle Tony’s face?  I can’t be the one having all the fun,” Steve said.

I did as I was instructed, putting my knees on either side of his face and my hands on his chest.  As Tony started to lick slowly and languidly at my cunt, Steve stripped off his clothes.  I watched him through hooded eyes as I slowly rolled my hips on Tony’s face.

Steve got up on the bed behind me and pushed me forward, so I was lying on top of Tony.  With my face so close to Tony’s crotch, I started to open his pants and push them down his thighs.  He was rock hard and precome pooled at the tip of his cock.  As I licked it off, Steve pressed his cock against my entrance, and with a hard snap of his hips, he shoved deep inside me.

I gasped, clenching around him. The sound was joined by a deep moan from Tony, who grabbed my thighs and dug my fingers into my flesh.

It was hard to focus with Steve filling me the way he did, each thrust shoving me forward, and Tony’s tongue lathing up my slit.  Especially given how recently I'd come.  I was wound up and over-sensitive.  I did my best though, pulling Tony’s cock into my mouth and curling my tongue around it.  Each thrust from Steve pushed me onto Tony's cock, and soon I was gagging and drooling all over it.

Tony would lick from my clit to that place where Steve and I joined, and as soon as his tongue reached Steve, the super soldier would jerk into me and moan loudly.

It was a good thing we were in such a large suite because we were not quiet.  Our moans echoed off the walls.  Even with my mouth full I couldn’t keep quiet.  I was moaning and drooling and gagging around Tony’s cock, and the closer I got to my release the louder I got.  My fingers dug into Tony’s thighs as I tried to keep myself together, my nails biting into his skin.

It was no use.  Between Steve’s thick cock hammering into me, and Tony’s tongue lathing over my oversensitive clit, sent me careening over the edge. I cried out, releasing Tony’s cock and arching my back.  “Oh fuck,” I gasped as I clenched around Steve’s cock.

My cunt was still clenching with my orgasm when Steve pulled out of me.  “Turn around, El,” he said, giving my butt a swat.

As I slowly turned on top of Tony, Steve climbed off the bed and went and grabbed some lube.  “Looks like you’re in for a treat,” I said as I began to grind down on his cock.

“I’m a lucky boy,” Tony said, his hand curling into my hair.  He pulled me into a kiss, his tongue coaxing my lips apart.

Steve moved between Tony’s legs as he lubed his cock.  He tossed the bottle beside Tony and lifted his legs so I was bracketed between Tony’s knees.  Steve guided me down onto Tony’s cock, making us both moan.  Tony’s moan only got louder and more animalistic as Steve pushed in.

I cradled Tony’s cheeks and looked down into his eyes.  “He’s so big isn’t he?” I asked.

Tony nodded.  “Yes.  Fuck.  He’s huge.”

“It’s good isn’t it?” I asked.

He nodded again and his head fell back with his lips parted.  Steve chuckled softly and patted Tony’s leg.  “You’re doing really well, Tones,” he praised.  “Taking me like a champ.”

Tony moaned again and his back arched under me, and Tony began to thrust.  Each thrust of Steve’s hips pushed me up and down on Tony’s cock. Tony was barely keeping it together.  He clenched his teeth and the tendons in his neck pulled taut.  I looked back over at Steve who looked completely lost in his own pleasure, holding on to Tony’s thighs as he railed into the brunet.  “He looks good taking you, huh?” I said.

“Mm-hmm,” Steve hummed.  “He’s gorgeous.”

I leaned back against him and he pulled me into a kiss.

Tony wasn’t able to hold on too much longer.  He started to writhe under me and he beat his fits on the mattress.  I broke away from Steve and looked down at Tony.  “Why are you fighting it?” I asked him.

He shook his head, unable to form words.

Steve reached past me, putting his hand on Tony’s throat.  “Come, Tony.”

It seemed to be all it took.  Tony’s whole body shuddered and he bucked up into me and released with a roar.

Steve kept thrusting and pulled out suddenly.  “El, knees, sweetheart,” he said.

I hurriedly got off Tony and onto my knees in front of him, looking up at him and opening my mouth.  Steve pumped his cock a few more times over me and released into my mouth and over my lips and chin in thick ropes.  “God damn,” he cursed.

There was a moment before we both just stayed right where we were, not moving, and just breathing heavily.  Steve was the one who broke first, reaching down to help me to my feet.  “Come on, pretty girl.  Let’s get you cleaned up.”  He reached for Tony next, taking hold of his hand. “You too, Tones.”

It wasn’t long before the three of us were in the tub together, a little cramped, but still able to relax in the warm water. 

“Mm this is nice,” Steve hummed.  “Thank you, Tony.”

Tony chuckled softly and linked his fingers with Steve’s.  “It was my pleasure, Cap.”

~ The End ~

[bamfkeeper]

Hey, so i have a few head canons for my oc, Cloudstrike, aka Ethan Grey (also, when I made him, I completely forgot Jean’s name is Jean Grey. Im sorry Jean 😭. So rn it’s just a coincidence, but maybe I’ll change it, or maybe make them distantly related? Idk this is my first oc anyways :p). I submitted him before for a different ask you did (I don’t expect you to remember that ofc tho lol), and he has wind powers, to be able to control wind, turn into a gaseous state, use some lightning, etc.. Also, since X-men ‘97 is what brought me into X-men, a lot of my ideas are based on that universe in the show. So anyways, here’s some head canons I have for him 😊

Sometimes, Ethan likes to turn himself into his gaseous stage and go into the vent system in the mansion, and be shot around the place like a roller coaster. He finds it to be a fun way to pass the time. 😊

Like how Bobby/Iceman can use his ice powers to chill drinks, Ethan can use his powers to chill or heat anything up (though he can’t chill anything quite as good as Bobby). So, the other X-men like to have him around during freezing days for him to be their portable hand warmer lol

He likes to play video games, especially competitive ones, so he hangs out and plays with Jubilee a lot, Roberto too sometimes, but since he’s more inexperienced, they won’t play as competitive of games as to not make Roberto feel as bad 🥺

He loves to cook, and to experiment with unique dishes, so he loves to get recipes from the other X-men; German recipes from Kurt, Cajun from Gambit, and several African recipes from Ororo. 🥘🥧

While Ethan has a bed and sometimes sleeps on it, he prefers to instead sleep while hovering in his gaseous form in his room. He finds the lack of pressure or gravity to be comforting

When he’s goofing around, he’ll sometimes give the person a small static blast (doesn’t hurt, just tingles), which is especially affective against Kurt and Hank because of their fur.

Since he has somewhat similar powers as Storm, she helps him in the danger room to train. They form a bond from their similarities, and even practice fun combos they could do in fights.

He has a small crush on Kurt (because who wouldn’t lol, plus Ethan’s bisexual), but he isn’t acting on anything yet. Though, he can’t help but blush whenever Kurt compliments him 💙

He would consider Jubilee to be his best friend. Also, they bond over being raised for adoption (I changed this one part of his backstory, to where he was abandoned by his original family for unknown reasons, but was adopted by this nice and caring human family who didn’t mind that he was a mutant). In XMTAS, she has foster parents too, so they bond over this. 🥰

He isn’t that keen on Logan atm, as he finds him to be kind of a jerk, but Kurt keeps telling Ethan that Logan is cool if you get to know him, so Ethan’s keeping an open mind. Though, he can’t help occasionally making some jokes at Logan’s expense with Scott.

Ethan has an interest for science and engineering, and sometimes likes to nerd out with Forge (whenever he’s around) and Hank sometimes.

Anyways, that’s my ramble for now. Again, he’s my first oc so I have some things I need to refine and expand on, but this is what I have so far. I’m not even skilled enough if an artist yet to draw what he exactly looks like. Also, I’m completely open to any critiques, ideas for improvement, or other fun ideas that I could incorporate! I hope you enjoyed my rambling 😊

Of course I remember Cloudstrike, I love him!

I think wind powers are super cool. And turning into a gas is super useful! I wish that more mutants who had elemental powers utilized this. I also love how he sleeps in this state for comfort, it makes sense! I love seeing domestic sides of ocs too.

I love his relationships you mentioned! Jubilee and Roberto is a cute trio with Ethan, and cooking with Kurt and Ororo? Sooo sweet.

The shock! Kurt and Hank puff up!! That's so cute. Like rubbing a balloon on them and watching it stick 😂

You know Kurt the flirt is gonna be complimenting Ethan. He'd be so fascinated with his powers and I think he'd ask him a ton of questions about them, especially about when Kurt teleports and he asks Ethan about his brimstone smoke cloud. Can he control it? Does it have a taste? A smell? A feeling?? So many questions.

HA I love how Ethan doesn't really like Logan, he can be kind of an ass at first.

I love all the relationships he has with the team, it really feels like he's part of the group! He's fleshed out really well, and the connections makes him feel more real. He's sweet! Thank you for sharing him with us 💙

[allykatsart]

It's other anon and yes yes yes, please more about Peccantum and his life! I know authors often don't think their OCs are interesting for audience, but I'm pretty sure there's plenty of people here, who'd like to know more abt him;

Also I'm bad at coming with specific questions, since I'm interested in literally any info lol, may be more about his day-to-day life in the Hotel, if that's not too broad? Like, what he does while working, like, his duties etc, do he sometimes leave Hotel to go to the city for smth, where he spends most of his free time when alone (except for working on paranoid theories abt Alastor) and when with others (except science fun with Pentious), how his room looks, may be what group activities (like those trust exercises was in ep 3) likes/dislikes? (i think this is already too much lol, srry in advance, ofc any amount of ifo would be cool ^^" )

(also, want to add that I really like his design - he's cute, but also obviously a serious and kinda tragic character even if only judge by appearance)

Who is Peccantum?

💜❤️❤️💜❤️❤️❤️💜❤️💜❤️❤️❤️ thank youuuuuuuuu!!!!! I love my boi dearly and I'm happy to answer questions about him!

Tbh I am a little hesitant to post stuff on him. It feels incredibly self indulgent and I always worry I'll not be respectful to the canon characters. I've been really surprised at the reaction to him though! Usually you only get like 10 likes max when posting OC stuff. Thanks for all the love tho! 💜

There's a lot here so I'ma take it point by point below!

Peccantum's Duties

Peccantum is the bellhop, but it's more of a title than anything. Mostly he helps out with whatever is asked of him. He helps out Nifty with cleaning when she can't reach spots. He makes sure Fat Nuggets gets fed when Angel is in the studio for hours on end. He cleans up the bar for Husk when the former overlord is uh.... Not functioning and unable to.

Peccantum has also taken it upon himself to do most of the grocery shopping. The hotel crew takes turns cooking, but Peccantum really enjoys when it is his turn. Cooking is one of the few skills outside of magic that he's proud of!

Other than that, he's basically another set of hands to help wherever needed!

Peccantum's Room

For his hard work, and because his shitty, piss stained apartment is on the other side of the Pentagram, Peccantum has a room in the hotel! Technically this makes him a guest, but he always claims that he just works for Alastor, and Alastor wants him on call.

His room in the hotel is nice. Better than the crap studio apartment that he was barely able to afford. Yes, there's bugs, but after a few months Peccantum has his room looking nice. He even starts collecting bits of furniture that others have discarded, and personalizes it with enchantments. Slowly, the space starts to feel like it's 'his'.

The ceiling looks like outer space, a foggy mist of an incantation dotted with white stars and galaxies. Constalations shift and weave themselves in and out of existence. Golden suns burn bright until they turn red and swallow planets whole. When he has trouble sleeping, Peccantum will spend hours getting lost in that night sky...

One wall is covered in a red, plush curtain. Specifically, it's his 'Stalker wall' and Peccantum tries to hide it, just in case a certain Radio Demon comes into his room. When he's very stressed, Peccantum will fling the curtains wide open and start obsessively reorganizing his 'evidence'.

The City

Peccantum goes to the city for three things. To get groceries, to run an errand, or go visit his old neighborhood. Not any old friends, the closest thing he had to a friend was the cafe owner he stole a recipe from, but the area does remind him of when he first allowed himself to be free. It's where he had the first taste of independence. It's nice to revisit when things are getting a bit too much.

Grocery shopping is always an interesting experience. Sure, on a month to month basis, Peccantum can be sure to go to the market at least once, but Alastor will sneak some uh... Suggestions onto the list that Peccantum has to go out of his way for. There have definitely been a visit or two to Rosie's to pick up an order for the Radio Demon.

The Activities

Peccantum doesn't like to participate in the hotel's trust exercises. He's technically only working there for Alastor, so there's no need for him to participate, right? Not wanting to hurt Charlie's feelings, he ducks out before they begin most of the time. (If Charlie catches him and asks him to stay, though, he has no choice in the matter. Polite requests from her are a weakness of his.)

That's not to say he doesn't bond with the other residents though, he just does it in his own way. With Pentious he's quick to befriend with curiosity and genuine interest. With Husk, he slowly forms a co-worker type of relationship. Angel gets a bit more suspicion, but after episode 4 Peccantum would be willing to be a bit more open with the spider. Nifty gets herself into a lot of trouble, and Peccantum and the others keep having to get her out of it.

It's slow going, but the hotel crew slowly learns to trust Peccantum.

Free Time

Peccantum really isn't used to having free time. He worked his ass off to survive for those seven years, doing what he had to do. But now that his safety is secure and he's got time on his hands... He's kind of lost. Alastor hasn't told him what to do in that time so... He's unsure.

Peccantum finds things though. He practices magic, he makes things with Pentious, he reads. After a month or two, he ends up taking an interest in an old radio he finds, and listens to the Radio Demon's broadcasts. For evidence, of course! (Partially because he actually enjoys the music lol)

And sometimes... He uses that free time to further his own goals.

[wavytam]

Sanji and Zoro's Pact/Sanji's love for Nami

One of the things that has been blatant from the beginning of One Piece is how Nami has a special place in Sanji's heart. Whether it derives from admiration, some type of respect or simple, genuine, love (or the three at the same time), there is something there worth noting.

Oda has also dedicated a lot of colorspreads, manga moments and coverpages to show us that. And in recent chapters, he once again brought up how, even when Sanji does show interest in other girls, it's always Nami who is on his mind the most.

(Also, when we talk about the colorspreads specifically, it's quite interesting how he includes the two together even when the requests only have to do with one of them, not all the time ofc).

And although Oda does not like to focus on romance and love stories in One Piece, he still seems to use them to advance the plot when they exist

A good example is Boa Hancock, whose love for Luffy motivated her to go an extra mile to help him rescue his brother in Impel Down.

So it feels like Sanji's feelings for Nami might also be used as a way to advance the plot.

How exactly?

Well, if we take a look at Sanji's recent development it has been focusing a lot on his inner war of empathy vs. lack of empathy/love vs. science.

We all know that Sanji has suffered a lot at the hands of scientists (his father and his minions) and of their cruel "experiments" (his brothers).

Because of that bad experience and his strong will, he has always been very certain of what he does not want for his life and of the principles he wants to live up to.

He won't beat women

He will feed anyone who is hungry

He won't use his hands in a fight

However, in recent chapters, his behavior might change since his Germa DNA is no longer latent.

Sanji himself was afraid that it would make him behave like his brothers, and with this panel (and although it seemed to be resolved in Wano), we can still suspect that there might be something there worth worrying about.

Now, of course if could mean nothing, but I find it unlikely since Oda even chose to switch the direction of the swirls of his eyebrows to show when Sanji's Germa powers are taking over (it's still a bit difficult to know what exactly happens when they "activate" though, since Sanji's exoesqueleton is always active now).

We also have to remember the pact that Sanji and Zoro made. The awakening of his new powers are what motivated Sanji to ask for Zoro's "help", should they get out of hand.

By the end of Wano, it seemed like there was no need for Zoro to keep his promise any longer,

but if Oda took the time and space to draw panels like the ones below for there to be no pay off in the future, I think he wouldn't have botheredto include them in the first place.

It's also clear that, because of their frequent bickering, everyone wants to see a Sanji vs. Zoro fight, and the pact that they made might be the way Oda found to make these two fight on equal grounds.

Now, do I think Zoro will kill Sanji, like Sanji himself asked? Not exactly.

I think that Zoro might end up helping Sanji kill this Germa personality that seems to be developing within him... but I don't think Zoro will do it entirely on his own.

The other person who might be extremely important is Nami.

Like I said, with the recent chapters, colorspreads, and cover pages, Oda has been once again showing us how much Nami is special to Sanji. And its worth noting that Sanji has also addressed an interesting power called the "power of love" when he protects Nami.

Again, it does seem like a gag, but the more we advance in Future Island Arc, the more it seems to be revolving around the subject of science/rationality against love/desire for other characters as well (I.e. Kuma, York).

Another good example is in Thriller Bark.

Where Sanji fought his "programming" to protect Nami and blamed this behavior to the power of love.

(It's worth noting what Sanji describes what the power of love can do: make the impossible, possible, and blow everything away. Insteresting)

Moving to more recent chapters, we also have this coverpage with its request at the bottom.

It might seem like any other request made for Oda, but I think it's worth noting what he included in the picture that wasn't in the request.

Two things come in mind:

The raccoon priest using the three sword style to "discipline" Sanji

Sanji's worldly thoughts being especificaly about Nami

This cover page was posted during the Wano arc, around 30 chapters before the Pact, so we can kinda consider the racoon strucking Sanji with Zoro's fighting style as a foreshadow for a future Sanji/Zoro fight, right?

But why did Oda also put Nami there?

Well, as Zoro fights Sanji to honor their pact (maybe with the intention to kill him if he sees no hope)... Nami might be the one to make Sanji return to his normal self before it's too late. Making the impossible, possible *wink, wink*

Remember, it has already happened before at Thriller Bark, and it might be a foreshadow to the moment the Power of Love stops being a gag, and becomes a real type of power that can be used in a battle.

So, in the end, Sanji might go back to normal but with total control over his Germa Power... and maybe with another power up? Hehe, who knows.

And maybe, not only will it be important for Sanji to finally know that he will not behave like his brothers anymore... but maybe also for Nami to see how important she is to Sanji.

Although for the audience, it's clear that Sanji holds Nami in a higher regard, it seems like Nami herself might not be aware of that since Sanji does flirt with a lot of women.

Well, that's it for now. Feel free to tell me what you think hehe

As I have stated in my other theories, I might get some things right, everything wrong or everything (miraculously) right but I don't mind being wrong, since the fun part is to speculate, talk about our favorite ship's and see how Oda surprises us!

Hope you liked the read! 🤗

[devondespresso]

ITS TIME FOR SCOOPS TROOP (+ MAX) THOUGHTS BABEYYYY

sometimes i forget season 4 happens less than a year after Starcourt. meaning the party had yet to experience a little 1 year trauma anniversary of the horrors from that summer and a good few new members would be so out of the loop for it

thinking about Scoops Troop getting hit particularly hard by the anniversary of kidnapping and torture (and especially because the Russian shit is distinctly different scary than the upside down horrors that plague the party year-round) and Max's conflict with Billy's death, all of those feeling from right after starcourt coming back like it happened last week instead of last year

so with the resurgence of the old pain, Scoops Troop all decide to reuse their old coping mechanisms too

meaning for the first week of July they are physically inseparable again, the four having nightly sleepovers and basically living side-by-side. Camping out at Steve's or Robin's or Dustin's or even Erica's house different nights of the week (Steve and Robin asking the week off from work, claiming a family vacation if they can't trust their manager with the truth that its a PTSD Extravaganza)

Max joining in often to avoid being alone with her thoughts (she also hangs out with the rest of the party splitting her time up pretty evenly but ofc Scoops Troop is the ideal choice for those odd hours of the night) and all 5 (or 6, ofc Lucas joins too if they're at the Sinclair's) have fun distracting themselves most of the week with whatever they need. Silly kids movies and board games and card games, playing with Erica's dolls and discussing MLP, looking at all Dustin's science projects and playing with Tews, going through Robin's instrument collection and language books, Steve trying to teach everyone basketball or little games like horse (Lucas joins too ofc, Max watches mostly and is deemed the 'judge' of if something 'counts' aka Dustin and Erica keep barely missing and want credit for almost getting a shot)

but just like last year, distractions only last so long. every day they're doing something harmless and someone at some point breaks. maybe they let themselves space out and think a little too long, sometimes theres a reminder nobody could've avoided, sometimes they just went a little too long without acknowledging it. either way they all work with it no matter who it is or whats bothering them.

Steve and Dustin usually need to sit with whatever emotion broken them, let themselves feel after spending so much time keeping it together for the people around them. Steve needs to sit and cry, if he's around people he needs to feel like theres no rush to be better again, like he has all the time in the world to sit and cry and be useless. Dustin needs a cry with reassurance, that he did his best in a situation he had very little control over and having him there helped everyone so much. This means Steve's crys are pretty quiet, filled with hugs and soft silence that lets time slip away, while Dustin's crys have a soundtrack of gentle words with them

Robin also needs spoken reassurance. She spirals and catastrophizes very easily and needs to work through stuff out-loud without being allowed to work herself into a self-deprecating frenzy. Steve is used to working that balance of letting her let things out without getting out of hand, and Dustin and Erica are great at giving logical solutions whenever she starts catastrophizing

Erica is a middle ground between the two. She needs to sit and feel her emotions because she constantly feels she has a reputation to maintain, and she needs to work things out out-loud like Robin but doesn't catastrophize as easily. The hard part for her is getting support without pity, which has a learning curve but eventually Scoops Troop has it down and it helps her a lot having a guaranteed safety net for her more vulnerable moments

Max doesn't break around them nearly as often, partially because she's not spending all her time with the group but mostly because she grew up having to keep that stuff in for so long she still struggles being seen while vulnerable, and having open emotions is extra difficult when the person you're sad about is also responsible for your struggles being openly vulnerable.

when she does break, she needs the control over those moments. she needs to be able to control whos seeing and hearing her, how long she cries and how hard, how much she tells and who she's talking to. she prefers to be alone or with only one person with her, ideally Lucas because they have the most familiarity and trust built up. She'll either find a room to leave to or everyone will move to a different room for the time, and Lucas sits with her and lets her let everything out at her own pace. When Lucas isn't there and can't be, she'll pick someone else to sit with her, usually Robin because she's pretty easy to read and Max knows shes good at sitting and listening with Steve when he's breaking. Sometimes she'll get Steve if she needs reassurance, someone who'll know what to say to bring her out of it.

and sometimes multiple people break at once. Steve and Robin's trauma have similar triggers so often times its the two of them breaking and clinging to each other like the earth beneath them will crumble if they let go. Robin usually holds onto Steve like a little teddy bear, keeping him close so she can protect him, and Steve loves how she'll hold him and makes him feel safe. Dustin and Erica help talk Robin through her breakdown while she's holding onto Steve.

Dustin and Erica will sometimes break if they loose sight of Steve and Robin for a moment, prompting a more-talk-less-cling-and-sob pile with Robin and Steve going back and forth helping talk them through it and letting them cry it out

And if everyone breaks? chaos, at least from an outside perspective. lots of hugging and crying with the talkers working through their shit together and reassuring the others. from the outside it'd almost be comical if it weren't for the circumstances causing it

It all becomes an unspoken agreement, taking less than a day for Scoops Troop to get on the same page (after all, they're treating it basically like post-Starcourt part 2) and about a day and a half for Max to join them. Even as the emotions come back full swing, its a lot easier to deal with because of the general understanding from everyone. Their parents realize its the anniversary of The Fire and are better equipped to support their kids however they need (even if it means letting them have sleepovers all week, they learned the first time that it helps a lot and the intensity of it will pass). The Party also understands whats going on (they all have their own trauma anniversaries that hit harder like the end of November for Mike and the Byers) and being supportive too, like inviting Scoops Troop and Max to any get-togethers instead of just Dustin (so he doesn't have to awkwardly ask if they can come too) and in general inviting Max a lot so she always has the option to not be alone.

Hellfire though? and the newest party members (Eddie, Vickie, Argyle, maybe Chrissy too because i love her)? they're Lost™ at first.

Vickie is the first to kinda grasp whats going on, being closest to Robin (and Steve by extension dtjsjysj) she was hanging out with her when Robin realized she needed to be around all of Scoops Troop again to be able to calm the panic and she joined their first sleepover

Eddie and Chrissy next (assuming she joined Hellfire, which she so would) who noticed the Upside Down Trauma a mile away and just had to piece together the reason this time ("no its not back, its just the third and fourth marks a year since the Starcourt 'mall fire'- yeah no not really a fire. a lot worse actually')

Hellfire never really gets the full explanation of why Steve, Robin and Erica all also need to attend this weeks session specifically or why Gareth still isn't allowed to do a Russian accent for his Chaotic Neutral Halfling rouge Geörgov the Gruesome. Eddie gives him the most intense stink eye if he so much as attempts an accent close to it and when asked he just insists and throws in a new excuse every time thats so wild its comical and almost distracts from the fact that he's refusing to tell them

and once they actually witness Scoops Troop together (especially Steve and Robin 'what do you mean they're not dating? not even like crushes? nothing?) they just kinda have to accept that they're Just Like That Sometimes with the Party awkwardly deflecting and Eddie being amusingly cryptic

and Argyle is the last one to know, entirely because he just assumed they were close like that entirely unrelated to trauma. And everyone assumed he knew based on how chill he was. Until he asked what a Starcourt was, wondering if it was a new Star Wars thing he missed

Just Scoops Troop bonding like stray cats that should not be seperated. They've seen so many horrors at this point they definitely give No Fucks about how weird they look as long as the rest of their group doesn't have a problem

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Ettie I have a mighty need!! What would Richie say if reader asked to introduce spanking to the bedroom (and maybe a lil peek at how it would go)??

This is for science, thank you ♡♡♡

AAAAAAAAAA Chii first of all BIG SMACKING KISS ON UR FOREHEAD BC OF UR BEAUTIFUL MIND ACJJJDJDKSL

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FIRST OF ALL lets be real that man would go absolutely FERAL at the idea of spanking. Ofc he’d thought about it plenty, but he wanted to wait and see if you brought it up.

And even after you did, at first he was all like “is that too hard? Do you want me to stop?”

Even if he’s literally barely hitting at all 😭 but after some coaxing, he starts loosening up.

The thing is, he would always rather use his hands than any spanking instrument. Like sure, he will be okay with experimenting if you want, but when it comes down to it, he’s gonna leave his hand prints all over your ass.

BSIFKFKDK i can even imagine him holding your legs down while on his lap so you can’t wiggle around when he does it AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! 🫠🫠

“Yeah? You wanna be a brat today? Any excuse to bend you over my knee, huh?”

Meanwhile he’s rock hard, but won’t let you touch him until he’s done

But of course he would be the king of aftercare. He would go ham from time to time for sure BUT he would never go overboard. And he’d be checking your physical responses to see how you’re doing. I firmly believe he’d be very responsible here!!!!!

Ripping my hair out rn i need him 😭

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[zoeykallus]

How about a HC where the female reader tries vabbing or wearing phermones in front of Hunter? smutty or spicy ofc.

Ohohoho... okay if you really wanna go down that road, I'll be happy to be your driver :P Mind the warnings, this is going to be a heavy ride. Remember it's my mind we're in. Don't say I didn't warn you. Using pherhormones on a guy like Hunter who has a hard time not being all over you as it is? Damn, you are brave, gotta give you that. Gosh I hope I didn't go to far with this. I'm sorry I went haywire, but this was just to good to let it pass as softy smut. I'm really miffed though, cause we had a blackout in the middle of writing, so I had to rewrite half of it one more time and it feels like it's not as good as the first version *tired sigh* Still this is pretty raw, so heads up.

18+

Hunter x Fem!Reader - Out Of Control - Smut One Shot

Warnings: SMUT 18 + / Much Filth / PiV Sex / Oral / Dub Con /Dom Hunter / Animal Hunter / Fingering / Slight Chocking / Rough Hard Sex / Sex Pollen Trope (Kinda) / Hair Pulling / Anal Tease / Anal Fingering / Spitting /Messy

"What do you need this stuff for anyway?" asked Tech critically as he handed you the vial.

You smiled sweetly at him "An experiment, for science, so to speak".

Tech nodded slowly "That's the only purpose I'd let you use it for".

As you turned to walk out of the cockpit, he held you back by the shoulder and looked at you urgently.

"Be careful with that, those are concentrated pherhormones, on an average man that can have a violent effect. A guy who can't control himself might get some stupid ideas, I'm talking about men with low inhibitions."

"Are you worried about me?" you ask, amused.

Tech nodded seriously, "Of course I am, that's not a toy you have in your hand".

He tried to take the vial away from you and said, "I shouldn't have given it to you".

You dodged him and said, "Come on, I can take care of myself, like I said it's just an experiment."

Tech sighed and said seriously, "I've seen the way you look at Hunter, you're not thinking of using it on him are you? That would be an absolutely fatal idea."

You frowned and asked uncertainly, "Why?"

"Hunter's senses would go into overdrive as soon as he senses the pherhormones, he'd be all over you whether you want him to or not, such an amount of hormones will cause someone like him to black out, mindwise."

You looked at him, startled. Your gaze betrayed you and Tech sternly crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"This is a stupid idea" he grumbled "Hunter has a hard enough time keeping his hands off you as it is".

You looked at him questioningly, that made no sense, Hunter nearly always avoided you.

"It doesn't look like it," you remarked.

"He needs to keep some distance from you so he doesn't reach out on impulse or kiss you, that would be inappropriate, especially since you're not a couple, not yet anyway"

"You assume we're going to be a couple?" you asked with a grin.

Tech raised his infamous finger and said, "Well, since as far as I know you both have pretty strong feelings for each other, yes. But what I'm getting at, and what you should take much more to heart, is that this impulse, this perception would be amplified probably a hundredfold by the pherhormones. He would want you and take you, even against your will. Do you understand that? Hunter would no longer be in control, he would no longer be Hunter for the moment he would be under the influence of the concentrate."

You stared at Tech out of wide eyes.

"Oh"

"Yes, Oh, indeed. I take it you understand," he said sternly.

You glanced at the vial in your hand, about to hand it back to him, when you were interrupted by a comm message. Tech had to leave in a hurry, leaving you alone in the Marauder with the vial in your hand.

You looked at the vial in your hand and thought for a moment about where you could most safely get rid of it or stow it away, when a noise startled you. You flinched and wheeled around, at the same moment the vial slipped from your fingers and shattered with a clink on the metal floor.

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

You stared at Hunter as if thunderstruck.

"You need to get out of here Hunter!"

He smiled, "What, why? I just came back here. You don't seem to be very happy to see me"

When he saw how panicked your look was, the smile froze on his lips.

"What's go-"

Hunter interrupted himself, straightening up and blinking several times, a bit like he was struggling with his own perception. When he looked at you again, his chest rose and fell heavily and violently. His eyes darkened. He gripped the edge of the upper bunks left and right and groaned. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

"You should run," he pressed out "Something's wrong with me.... I don't know what's going on, but you should really get out of here."

You looked at him, your heart beating wildly in your chest. He was standing in the middle of the walkway to the ramp, all you could do was escape to the cockpit.

"Shit."

You hastily turned away from him and sprinted, however, almost instantly you heard his quick footsteps behind you. You reached the cockpit, but he got a hold of you before you could lock yourself inside. You let out a startled scream as his hands grabbed you, he wasn't exactly gentle.

He rammed you against the wall, wedged you between his body and the wall. You had no time to say anything, his lips drove on yours hard and demanding with a growl that came deep from his chest, he tore off the cod piece of his armor and threw it carelessly to the floor, immediately pushing his hips between your thighs, grinding into you. You could clearly feel that he was already hard as steel.

What you felt was a mixture of arousal and fear, something that he probably sensed like everything else, but unlike usual, he didn't react to it at all, the pherhormones had completely taken over and thrown him off balance. Hunter was no longer the master of his actions, not really anyway.

He kept grinding into you, grunting, tearing at your clothes, impatient and wild, his lips still on your mouth, his tongue hunting for yours.

Hunter let go of you for a moment, dragged you to the bunks and pushed you into the next best one before he started tearing your clothes completely off your body until you were completely naked. You could see that he was breathing deeply, seeming to sniff almost like a loth wolf. Then his eyes fell between your thighs which he had forced apart with his knees.

He pushed you a little higher in the bunk, lowered himself with shoulders and head between your legs and took another deep breath, close to your pubic, which he released from his lungs stuttering and half moaning.

You couldn't help yourself, no matter how intimidating the situation was right now, you were wet and of course that didn't make the situation any less precarious, because combined with the hormones, this had to be beyond intense for Hunter.

His mouth descended on you so fast that you let out a curse.

"Fuck!"

His tongue was quick, immediately driving into your cleft and licking you out, wildly, hungrily, he took in your arousal and drilled you with his tongue, his hard length rutting into the mattress of the bunk, his nose nudging your clit. His tounge shoving into you again and again made you pant and whimper almost instantly. Hunter lapt at your sensitive entrance for a moment just to shove his tounge back into you a second later. It was so intense and it felt so good that you weren't sure if you even wanted to object anything he was doing to you.

"Hu-Hunter..." came hoarsely from your lips, but he didn't respond.

Your fingers clawed into the bedspread you were lying on, the intensity in your pubic rose abruptly, and you felt like the more aroused you were, the hungrier he was licking you out. On impulse, one of your hands went into his hair and took a good grip. He growled excitedly, not seeming to mind your hard grip on his hair.

You knew you were going to cum at any moment, Hunter working you mercilessly, you had no idea how he even drew breath in the process. Your swollen pearl being stimulated by the nudging of his nose while his tounge fucked you intensly was just to much.Your climax came violently, with trembling thighs and a little cry you couldn't suppress. But Hunter didn't stop, his tongue kept twitching in your pussy and his nose kept rubbing over your swollen, overstimulated clit.

"Hunter... Hunter, too much, Hunter stop!"

As you began to squirm, he jerkily grabbed your hips with both hands and pinned you down with a hard grip, surely leaving marks. He licked you out like he didn't want to miss a drop of your arousal, greedy and tireless. You twitched helplessly in his grip until he finally let go of you, just as the arousal was very slowly building up again.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sat up, twitched your thighs, pulled his pants down a bit and his hard manhood sprang out from behind the fabric, leaking precum on it's velvety, swollen tip. He was girthy, thicker than you had anticipated. As you tried to sit up, he pushed you roughly back into the sheets, reaching into the back of your knees and pushing your knees almost to your shoulders.

"Hunter!"

One hand went to your neck, with his upper body he pressed your legs against your body. The hand on your neck squeezed, very mildly, but strong enough to be a warning. His eyes were so dark, almost black when your gazes met and he growled, "Shut up".

The next moment he pushed his cock rudely into your pussy and started thrusting, he started pretty directly with a wild pace and you didn't know if it was coincidence or not, but he hit just that one spot in your wet heat that made you see stars. Within seconds his gasps mixed with yours and he took you hard in your practically folded pose.

He didn't wait for you, he took you wildly and quickly until he came groaning deep inside you, rolling his eyes back into his head. He was all sweaty by now, just like you, and he was breathing hard, but his eyes were still dark and his cock that had just emptied inside you was still hard. He left your body and murmured, "On your knees, go!"

His voice was rougher than usual, deeper, at least that's what it seemed to you.

You hastily complied with his request, turning around, getting on your hands and knees. You yelped as he slid two fingers into your pussy and gathered up both of your releases, as he withdrew his fingers again and pressed between your buns on the tight ring of muscle between them, you sucked in a sharp breath with a hoarse moan.

"Hunter...don't..."

He rubbed your anus with both of your fluids. You bit your lower lip, it was odd, feeling so hot and wrong at the same time. You winced as he spit on your little hole and finally slid one of his fingers, rather roughly through the ring of muscle into your ass. The sensation was raw, hot and embarassing at once.

Automatically you wanted to crawl away from him, not because it hurt but you felt a strange shame crawling up in you, but his free hand reached into your hair and pulled you back toward him.

"Stay here!"

You yelped at the sudden sting when he pulled your hair.

The next moment his cock was back in your pussy and he was fucking you hard from behind while his finger was between your buns and he was holding you by your hair with his other hand. His hips slammed into your ass, skin smacking on skin, a very distinct sound that filled the ship, his cock making lewd noises in your cum filled slit.

It was a mix of pain, shame and arousal you felt, confusing, but fortunately the arousal outweighed everything else. His dick moving fast and hard inside you, the sounds it made, his panting, it was so hot that after all you felt your arousal come back.

Suddenly he slowed down, he let go of your hair, grabbed your shoulder, pulled his finger out of your butt with a wet little popp, which elicited a small yelp and pulled your torso towards him, kneeling lower behind you so you could slide onto his lap. Putting an arm around your shoulders, he held you tightly. His cock twitching impatiently inside you, you could hear Hunter breathing heavily, but he held perfectly still for a long moment. Your sweaty back stuck to his sweaty chest as you leaned against him like that.

"I'm sorry," you finally heard him say softly, almost whispering, close to your ear "I.... I didn't have any real control"

He felt terribly ashamed to have lost control like that. He was aware of what he was doing all the time, but it felt like his body was being controlled by others, pure animalistic lust. He was still as horny as can be, but he was able to pull himself back together to some extent. He felt that there had been a certain amount of fear on your end, but also lust, pure lust.

"I know," he heard you say, your voice hoarse and breathless "The pherhormones are to blame."

He blinked then said, "The thing you dropped when you got spooked?"

You nodded and said quietly "Yes, I was actually going to dispose of it because I didn't want to do the experiment I was going to do after all for safety reasons"

Hunter's cock twitched inside you again, making you jerk up as well.

"Sorry... do you want us to stop?"

He kissed your neck, he could understand if you wanted to get as far away from him as possible, but part of him hoped you wanted to keep going.

"It's your choice," he said softly when you didn't answer him right away.

You licked your lips and said hoarsely, "Fuck me."

He leaned you forward again onto your knees and began thrusting into you again, not quite as hard this time, but still quite wild. His and your release dripped and splattered everywhere, yours and his thighs were already smeared, as was the sheet beneath you. One of your hands moved between your legs and started playing with your clit.

Again the lewd sounds filled the marauder, his cock making the wet squelch noises in your pussy, naked skin slapping naked skin and the intensity in your core building rapidly again.

Panting Hunter asked, "You liked it when I was eating you out, right?"

"Hmmm very much so," you admitted with a moan.

He grinned, but you couldn't see that. Hunter would definitely do it again the next chance he got.

Your fingers danced over your clit as he fucked you from behind, his hands on your hips, thrusting into you again and again in rapid fashion. Your cunt started clenching hard around his cock, making him grunt.

"Hnngh... I'm close," he warned you.

"Same! Give it to me Hunter!"

He picked up the pace, fucking you harder, the noises, feeling and mess intensifying.

As you came and your climax jolted through your body like an electric shock, his thrusts began to stutter, just like his gasps. Just as your orgasm slowly ebbed with a gentle pulse, you felt his throbbing cock release inside you.

It took you a moment to catch your breath, both of you were sweaty and shaking.

You looked around and said, "Hunter..."

He gently left your body, still breathing heavily.

"Huh?"

"We're in Tech's bunk."

There was silence for a moment and Hunter took a moment to reply, "...crap"

@rintheemolion

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

@thebahdbitch

@nahoney22 @ladykatakuri

@queenjiru

[mmikittaa]

THE TACHER'S PET . . . jirouxfem!teacher!reader.

disclaimer !!!

some of the character are aged up -including jirou ofc, the pairing is completely legal and consensual, i don't support that type of things.

↳kyouka's p.o.v.

- ☾-

i was finishing to write my english's notes.

-hey, jirou! -kaminari said snapping me out of my thoughts.

-would you like to come with me and the others to eat? -he asked while stuffing all of his things to his backpack, i had a stressing week due to the exams we had, so that wouldn't be a bad idea, actually.

-yeah, sure. just going to finish packing my things -i answered while doing so.

-great, we'll wait for you -he finally said going to kiri's desk and sitting on it; i grabbed my bag and went with them to the said place. when we entered a guy greeted us, since it was close to the school we normally attended there to have dinner.

-yooo, kenji, how'd you doing? -Sero said sitting in one of the benches and leaving his things aside.

-i'm doing great, how are ya'll doing? there's been a lot of students that come to study here lately -Kenji, the chef and owner of the restaurant said while leaning on the counter.

-the past week has been so stressful, the school really got us busy with the exams, it's tiring -i said sitting next to Sero and placing my face on one of my hands.

the rest of the class went sat up and ordered their food happily.

-hey guys, did you know that a substitute teacher is coming? i heard Mr.Aizawa and Vlad King talking about her. -Tokoyami mentioned while eating Kirishima's fries.

-another one? last time was horrible, they didn't even knew how to teach shit -Mina whined in a complaining matter remembering the last experience we had when Mr.Aizawa was injured, we all agreed that it was not pleasant having to be eight straight hours with someone so annoying.

-nah, this one is different, i clearly heard that she just graduated from the Arts and Science school on Tokyo, so, she may be between 22 and 24 years old, kind of

-well this is going to be interesting, we're almost 18 aren't we? -Kaminari said on a joking matter

-Kami, please, don't be gross and please, don't become the teacher's pet -I said knowing him perfectly and his thoughts.

-we'll have to see her first so i can make a promise -he said laughing it out.

- ☾-

after the peaceful weekend i had, i needed to attend school again.

it'd be like any other week besides the fact that everyone was invested in the new substitute teacher Tokoyami mentioned, and i'd be lying if i said i wasn't very interested on it too. i got into the classroom and left my things in my desk while i waited for my friends to get there, and after some minutes they did too.

-do you think the new teacher will be pretty? -izuku asked as an open question with the rest of the class.

-i mean, it could be a young cool person or a boring one, we never know -katsuki said something about this subject for the first time.

-it'll most likely be the second option, the u.a only hires very special people and the image you've all imagined of her may be wrong -momo said shattering all the hopes they had, and it may sound pessimist but i'll have to agree with her on that one.

-hey, as all of you know already, we will be having a new substitute teacher, treat her well please -Mr.Aizawa said interrupting all of us after entering the classroom and motioning her to enter too.

-holy fuck -i said out loud as the so called teacher walked in.

black and shoulder length hair, a toned figure and a very very good looking young woman was definitely something no one expected to see. she left her things on the table and looked at the class, who were all on a sepulcral silence since they heard her first step in the place.

-i'm y/n l/n, and i'll be with this class for the next few months, i hope we all get along -the attractive woman introducen herself with a small smile and a raspy voice that made me gulp.

she had the first button of her black dress shirt undone, showing off the layered chains and necklaces hanging around her neck, the as well black dress pants wrapped perfectly her legs and the multiple rings and bracelets on both of her hands made a contrast on her clothes. her eyebrow piercing was shining and the snake tattoo along her arm could not go unnoticed either.

if i could describe her with a word, it would be hot.

-class, everyone get to their seats, we will be talking about something important with l/n -our homeroom teacher ordered us. everyone got to their respective places in silence still surprised and very dumbfounded.

walking to my desk, i almost fell in the process with a bag that was on the floor, looking up again to the teacher, i saw her already looking at me with a little smile preventing her to laugh.

now, this is going to be more interesting than i thought it would.

- ☾-

[jiminrings]

OKAY LISTEN idk if someone or you already planned sth like this but how about y/n finally decides to confess/tell jk but someone else claims to be her before she could do it so * cue to the angst bc y/n sees the whole thing/she hears from her friends * and ofc koo eventually finds out bc that b*tch doesn't even have the fucking lunchboxes 😑

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

stem koo's the three-peat king for having the best research papers, but he's the worst when it comes to believing the right person

"i think i'm gonna tell him."

you say it to no one in particular, really, but you hear yoongi rISING from his nap on the couch

it wasn't meant to wake him at all

it was just an epiphany of sorts that popped into your head

physically felt as if your head would just bursT if you didn't say it out loud to affirm your own thoughts lmao

"for real???" he's rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, very evident that he wouldn't wake up to finish his thirteen pending assignments but he 10/10 would wake up to hear your epiphany

yoongi is awake for the action!!!! lmao does professor roux from calculus think that he wakes up at the morning and doing shapes (or whatever they teach at calc) is the fIRST thing in his mind????

"interesting," he nods solemnly when you nod your head, reaching out for a fist bump before he plops to your shoulder, "i suggest dressing like a virgin wearing H&M when you confess. it would hit close to home."

yoongi's the touchy affectionate one between the two of you but you'll forgive him bc he's still sleepy

NOOOOOOO

jungkook doesn't look like a virgin wearing H&M :((((

his clothes aren't from there lol

"pass."

"say that you're a top verified contributor both in quora and brainly."

PLEAAAAAASE SJWHSHWHHWV

"nice idea," you snort as yoongs genuinely thinks that it'd get jungkook to propose on the spot, "but no cigar."

"pretend to love big bang theory."

"you're getting onto something here."

"your hobby is fact-checking rick and morty."

"yoongi wow you are on fIRE today-"

"your guilty pleasure is not wearing protective gear during experiments."

"where is this coming from??"

"OH!!!! i'll pretend to mug him or something and you can attack me!!!"

....

??????

yeah yoongi's train of thought just crashed

you were pretty sure he was going on a science theme there wHY DID IT DERAIL

yoongi looks confused because you look confused, as if he didn't just give you the mindblowing idea,, free of charge

lol but no he really didn't

"i'm not doing any of that shit, yoongs."

"oh yeah???" he squints at you and hollows his cheeks, taunting you entertainingly while he worms his way to your lap to nap again

"what are you planning to do?"

holy sHIT this is nerve-wracking

she feels like she's gonna pass out the whole time that she's been rehearsing this in her head

she's been waiting outside the classroom for twenty minutes now and the bell finally rang and she can't believe it!!!! omg is it game-time now

everyone's filing out of the room and she could just feel that jungkook would come out of the room last-

ALRIGHT FUCK THE BELL RANG

you could do this!!!!

everyone's filing out of the room and you know in your heart that jungkook would stay behind, his routine being to politely chat with the professor before he leaves

you're a lil nervous alright

you're scanning the room and there's only a few people left and your eyes instinctively go to the mini desk next to the door and-

FUCK

DID YOU FORGET TO BRING IT HOME YESTERDAY??????

goddamn it

yesterday was when coach jeong was mad because someone from your team just hAD to bring beer!!! and not even have the common sense to put it on a discreet thermos or sth and you know!!!! to not drink it in public or in front of the coach!!!!

doing laps on the oval field will now make you hurl on command just by thinking about it

you physically did not have the cognizance to go and fetch the lunchbox to wash it,,,, or like even move at all

FUCK IT

how are you gonna swipe the lunchbox now? now when the professor's packing up, jungkook's loitering around the classroom, and there's this girl who's-

wait

who's this girl??

who is she and wHY IS SHE EYEING THE LUNCHBOX

fuck it!!! here goes nothing

she's stepping completely into the room and making sure her block heels generate enough clacking,, hands already moving in practiced moments as she attempts in making it seem like she's rushedly putting the lunchbox bag into her tote — as if it's from there, and she's always done this

jungkook hears noises coming from the back of the room, eyes widening before he comes up the stairs in record time

"no. get your own."

he grips the girl's wrist, about to pry off her hands from his lunchbox

he hears her giggle sweetly, the melody being something he's heard before

"i did. after all, i did get you these."

:O

"hyeji?"

hyeji's a pretty girl!!! a nice girl in jungkook's year that wears fit dresses and cartier bangles :D

she stands out really, sometimes literally because she appears in the school's flyers and advertisements

"hyeji," jungkook breathlessly connects the dots including the fact that she looks caught in the act; holding his lunchbox, her tote bag open, and a peek of another completely different lunchbox in her other hand, "i-it's been you this whole time?"

hyeji blushes, sheepishly tucking her perfectly shiny and neat hair behind her ears, "you caught me then."

kook laughs both in nervousness and giddiness, pushing his glasses up and suddenly conscious that he should've worn contacts, "b-but how? we don't share this class."

:O

hyeji bursts into a giggle, blushed cheeks staining further than the five minutes she tried getting the perfect amount

"r-right! kinda amazing what depths you'd go for a person you like, hm?"

jungkook is about to pass out

HE'S PUT IN A SITUATION

a situation that he likes and is too giddy to find a reply for

he apparently doesn't need a reply, because a chair scrapes harshly against the floor and it brings him down to reality immediately

you cannot fucking believe what you just witnessed

you stand abruptly from the seat you've been frozen in with a great deal of urgency because you cAN'T stand to be in this room any longer

they actually forgot that the two of them aren't alone

that you're still here

little miss hyeji's just as shocked

you feel stupid and even more stupid that you're still holding a stupid notebook you even decorated

it has a doodle in the front and all the remaining pages are of the copies you've replicated on jungkook's sticky notes — the same ones you've been trying to make perfect just for him

"y/n!" he sputters when your backpack accidentally leans too much to your side and hits him on the way out

"move."

you’re feeling everything but fine and god you just hated that you always willed yourself to move oN

you’re beyond mad when you put on your jersey!!!

you’re irrevocably dejected when you put on your cleats!!!!

you feel cheated on when you zip up your duffel and walk all the way to the field!!!

it’s a combination of the type of frustration that makes you want to move plus the type that paralyzes you, the whole thing unlike anything you’ve ever felt before

you’re clearly in your head and frankly, you’re just too good

too good that there's no game at all because the only thing happening is you scoring

there's no passing going on or the sort

everyone is just :O looking at their captain to be in the most furiously determined state that they’ve ever seen you in

you don’t even realize that you’re the oNLY one moving in the whole field

“alright, alright — jesus christ! go to the bench and sort your head out, captain,” coach jeong literally has to JOG over to your spot to jolt you

oh there he is again

jaehyun just had to bench you didn’t he

sometimes it’s lost on you that jaehyun, just like seokjin, used to be your senior

he hated juniors with a burning passion and you’re the ONLY one he’s taken a tolerance for

((you lent him your umbrella and it coincidentially had to be a bad day for him tHEN that made him like you))

you’re having none of it though because this time, you’re the one who has the bad day and the captain title does nothing to appease you

“sure, coach.”

you mumble just as lively and walk to completely the fURTHEST side of the bleachers, being so far out that you could barely see your team

what are you supposed to do? simmer in the thoughts you so badly didn’t want to have in silence??????

"y/n?"

the voice you least expected to hear perks up right next to you

what the hell is jungkook doing here now??

he looks lost, two hands clinging onto his backpack straps before tentatively looking at you again

“did i do anything to upset you?”

so he wants to ask that?

you snort automatically, suddenly wishing that you didn’t walk this far because you can’t make an excuse that jaehyun’s calling for you

"because my bag accidentally hit you on the way out? no, jungkook."

jungkook knits his brows in question, seemingly take offense to what you’ve just said to hom

"we're not exactly associated for me to be mad at you, are we?" you emphasize even further, not caring the least bit that your words have an edge to them

he deadpans, pursing his lips before sarcastically smiling at you

".... so you're upset at me?"

://

jungkook takes your silence for him to delve further, not paying attention to how your eye is begging to twitch at him

"i asked if i did anything to upset you, and you said no. but that doesn't necessarily mean you aren't. you could be upset at me even if i didn't do anything to you."

wow

you sound like a real fucking nerd jungkook

"do you have any idea how condescending you sound right now?"

kook barely has a solid inch on you yet the nagging feeling that he’s belittling you makes you grip your fists tight, posture wavering

"so you do admit that you're upset at me?"

he’s not the most patient person either but something about you and the situation right now just makes him tick a little faster

your eyes narrow at what he’s aiming to get at, your hand on your hip feeling heavy at this point

"what does it matter to you if i'm upset or not? we are not-"

"i am associated to you!!! even to a degree!!! you walked me home!"

jungkook is the one who breaks first and he doesn’t look fazed to have opposed you so loudly, still standing by himself

"i would walk anyone home."

"no you wouldn't-"

"i would walk anyone who was as vulnerable and as anxious as you were, jungkook!!"

it is true

you’d walk anyone home within reason regardless if they were jungkook or not!!!

the guy in question only looks at you straightly, brows not stubborn but still just as unrelaxed

:((

"good to know. then you're not upset at me, and i didn't do anything to upset you."

"sure."

you only say just to spite him, about to turn your back and leave him completely to go back to your practice game

jungkook surprises you again and flips a switch just as quick as your mini argument of sorts escalated

"anyways!! i'm sorry for being a little off when i interviewed you that day. i got a 100 on that assignment, by the way :))"

what?

what’s he still doing here?

he’s talking about his grades and whatnot to you as if literally twenty seconds ago did nOT happen!!

"why are you still-"

"and the one who's been giving me my lunchboxes confessed to me today!! for hyeji to be the girl giving me them, it makes perfect sense."

you shrug away the weirdness that jungkook’s moved on from the argument as fast as this, trying a take two for a peaceful conversation

this time, you’re the one who unknowingly flips a switch at her name — something so foreign and sudden yet something you quickly grew to hate

"i wouldn't be so trusting if i were you."

that seems to hit a nerve on him again, making him scoff in reply

"good thing you aren't me then."

what is ON with him????

"watch it. i'm your senior, kid."

you’re more irritated than the first and second time around that you’ve been agitated this day

"why? are you normally this self-absorbed that you wouldn't trust a girl who's confessed??"

self-absorbed?

you aren’t the most selfless person ever but god do you know for a fact that you’re not vain as jungkook’s insisting you to be

you hate him.

you hate this version of him that isn’t the same jungkook you’ve known to like ever since the start of the semester

"same thing as polygraphs not being a hundred percent reliable. anyone could tell the truth as long as you ask the wrong questions," you detail on further because jungkook loves details, right? might as well give him several

"or did you even ask?"

jungkook scowls as if you’ve insulted his mother and his entire lineage, face contorting into everything but warm

"what does it matter to you? didn't you just tell me that we aren't associated? why are you projecting all your moaning on hyeji?"

WHAT

WHAT????

"you know what? maybe i am associated to you. i think i'd also tell this to everyone i'd walk home — maybe you shouldn't be too trusting, huh? maybe you shouldn't just let anyone walk you home."

the tears this time are more insistent to come out this time but you’d rather dIE than for jungkook to stain your pride like this

"no one should walk me home, besides you? is that what you're trying to say?"

no!!

for fuck's sake you aren't even finished with your point!!

before you could continue, jungkook shakes his head at you — the most disappointing shake of his head that it curses you soft

"what am i even doing? you wouldn't understand."

he closes the distance that’s been alarmingly shorter throughout the whole time, jungkook being the one to break it

"because no one gives you lunchboxes. no one exerts effort in making you cheerful — no one wants to go the extra mile for you, and no one wants to walk you home."

he's insulting you right to your face and that’s when your dam breaks, lips quivering impossibly as you stare him down with a genuinely pained gaze you didn’t know you carried

"you wouldn't know what i feel, because no one likes you."

jungkook gets the last word in.

he leaves you in the same field he's first approached you in nervousness.

today, he leaves it differently.

sweat isn't the only thing on your face but instead it’s the frustrating hot tears you haven’t had in awhile

your fists are balled but there's no power to the anger behind it

you’re almost always alone outside the company of the closest friends you’ve ever had — but this is the only time that you truly felt that you are alone.

today's a good day to give up on jungkook.

[princessozera]

The Obey Me cast doing the egg drop project

A/N: Unlike the very cute baby project head canons, that i can’t find in this exact minute but I will tag once I do, mine is purely stupid but it’s my favorite science “experiment” so let’s gooo...

MC not overly present, referred to as ‘you’ (2nd ppov)

Word count: 1.2k

Egg drop is the name of the game

No magic

No adhesives

and limited supplies.

And, from MC’s personal experience, you are NOT allowed to have a sibling hold the egg and push them off the building.

How well do the demons handle a classic elementary school experiment?

Lucifer

Damn you MC, stop giving Diavolo ideas, he already has too much shit on his plate

Thinks it is a waste of time and has half a mind to just throw the egg off the balcony by itself.

But like hell he’d willing lose any sort of competition.

Swaddled his egg in cotton and old shirts before  packing that tightly into an old shoebox. Dropped the egg straight off the balcony with no pizzaz

Egg: survived

Mammon

Thought it would be super easy, if human kids could do it of course he could too!

forgot about it until the morning of

a quick internet search and a stop at the convenience store; he put his egg in a jar of peanut butter, constantly checking on it throughout the day to make sure Beel hadn’t eaten the peanut butter.

Checks the egg one final time before confidently pitching it off of the balcony, watching in horror as the lid falls off because he didn’t screw the lid on tightly this final time

It was hard to see what he was yelling about from that height but you got the message pretty clearly when the egg lands before the bottle, covering your entire front in raw egg.

Egg died; Mammon disqualified

Leviathan

Leviathan was surprisingly ecstatic for this competition, it was time to show off his superior egg knowledge and impress MC and show up his brothers

has a thorough plan laid out, referencing  takes good care of the egg while he builds his drop. 

The day arrives and Levi is a bit nervous to throw the box, mostly because he’s grown so attached to this little chicken egg. 

In his hesitation to put the egg in, it starts to shake a little bit. Levi thinks it’s his own hand, but then there is an unmistakable tapping sound. Diavolo and Levi are there to witness the first ever chick born in the Devildom.

:0

“...Levi. You did use store bought eggs, correct?”

“...”

“They’d need to be in an incubator to grow at all Levi. Did you put the egg in an incubator?”

“. . .”

Egg is SUPER alive, too alive to continue the experiment.

 Levi may be disqualified but he’s a dad now!

Satan

Took this surprisingly seriously, more so because he wasn’t allowed to use magic.

Like, he literally made a full technical drawing with all of the components labeled and how they’d contribute to the overall design.

Made his with exactly 14 items, and was the lightest one from all of his brothers which he was very smug about. 1 shoe box, a Styrofoam cup, the egg, cotton, 6 skewers, and 4 rubber bands.

He was SO confident that his would work that he threw it down upside down

Egg survived ofc

Asmodeus

You were interested in seeing Asmo’s ideas but he kept them hidden until the day off, sneaking off to buy supplies in the dead of night. 

You had no idea what he could be planning but at least he seemed enthusiastic about this competition, even if it wasn’t usually his speed.

Asmo threw a little black box off the balcony the way a bride would toss back a bouquet and it landed with an unceremonious THUNK.

The egg inside? Unbroken, but covered from top to bottom in stickers and nail polish.

Debate #1

“You said no adhesives, and I didn’t use any!”

“Asmo, whats on the back of stickers? Directly touching the surface of the egg?”

“... That doesn’t even add much!”

“Well, nail polish increases the shell’s durabliity, enough coats and you could probably toss the egg by itself and it would be okay. That disqualifies you”

“You never said anything about changing the strength of the egg shell!”

“That’s what the adhesive rule was about!”

Barbatos settled it; since you didn’t explicitly mention changing the egg’s properties, Asmo was not disqualified.

Egg; survived

Beel

doesn’t get the point of this, but goes along with it anyways, asking you to hold on to his egg until the day he has to throw it.

goes with a classic main vessel + parachute design; borrowing 2 of Belphie’s pillows, tying them together with wire, and recyling old snack bags into a parachute

He even manages to go the entire school day without eating the egg! 

:D

Then everyone watched as the egg slips from between the pillows and the parachute all but catches fire, never fully opening on it’s descent

D:

Egg died; Beel, tried, but disqualified

Belphie

jumped

Yep. Belphegor JUMPED off of Diavolo’s balcony holding the egg.

You couldn’t help but scream even if it all turned out fine; Beelzebub caught Belphie before he hit the ground. 

Debate #2

“You said I couldn’t throw my BROTHERS off the ledge, you didn’t say anything about myself.”

“THE SELF-PRESERVATION INSTINCT WAS IMPLIED!”

“You’re just mad because I scared you”

“NO SHIT EDGE LORD”

“Demons can’t die from heights. Our bodies aren’t that fragile.”

“If you already knew that, it wasn’t an experiment then, was it!?”

“I was experimenting with my brother’s reflexes, loyalty and whether they cared enough about me to try to catch me, even knowing I’d be fine.”

“........”

The egg did survive, but Belphegor was ultimately disqualified because the experiment had to be physics/engineering/invention based and not psychological horror.

Diavolo

was excited but put in way more work than needed

Built a glider for his egg, gave it a cushioned seat and everything

It was beautiful to look at, but now you all had to wait a full 10 minutes for it to fall

Egg survived; Diavolo, Bougie

Barbatos

Is your fellow judge

offered you a change of clothes and an umbrella after both Mammon and Beel’s failed eggs

Simeon

tried being creative and made a dodecahedron out of straws, with the egg nestled in the center, suspended by panty hose

Good in concept, but the height proved to produce too much momentum and too high of a stopping force; the egg shot straight down, within the dodecahedron, and slammed into the ground

Egg died; Simeon disqualified

Luke

decided to put his cooking skills to use, testing out massive amounts of jello for shock absorption

he did ultimately place the egg in between layers of jello before encasing that within more jello, creating a behemoth 6 foot diameter jello ball

 The entire jello ball shatters on impact, one particularly large chunk knocking Mammon on his ass, but the ball was thick enough to take all of the impact force, the egg survived!

Egg, survived: Luke was given a bonus award for edibility and “wow I really did NOT think that was going to work”

Solomon

Solomon had never done this so he was excited to try it. He saw Luke’s idea and took some inspiration for it!

He threw a cake off the balcony.

Debate #3

“It has an egg IN it. Multiple in fact!”

“A cake is NOT an experiment”

“With Solomon’s cooking... it kind of is....”

“Then the eggs were in fact broken before they left the balcony! Disqualified!”

Ultimately, it was declared that Solomon’s experiment DID count, and the egg technically DID survive because the cake remained whole and even bounced after hitting the cobblestones.

[dumbcoffeebee]

Cooking Headcannons~

Lil blurbs of what I think it'd be like cooking with / how well I think the BNHA characters cook~

my god this is so long I'm sorry

Midoriya-

6/10

not great but not bad

a mess

no literally he keeps putting the knives in the sink and needing to get new ones every 5 minutes

somehow does everything really fast

horrible with anything more complex than a knife

once forgot to put the lid on the food processor

food went everywhere

it was insane

saying that, he knows like every knife skill in the book and more

everyone is baffled at how he's both so chaotic yet so in control of every single thing

his secret is that he binged cooking shows

like the pioneer woman

she reminds him of Inko <3

gets freaked out by Gordon Ramsay when he yells

says he acts too much like Kacchan when they were in middle school for comfort

and he's correct

forgets to set timers for literally anything

he's burned and undercooked so many things it seems almost impossible

somehow most of his food is pretty alright actually

if you're cooking with him tho

oh god

get ready to be running around at the speed of light trying to make sure nothing is burning and is cooking well as he's putting all of his focus into the one thing when there's like five components to the dish

constantly asks for your approval on everything

it's cute tho

either just straight up does not talk or is rambling for days about like- chemical alterations & science in food or food history or smth random like that

like the history of cheese

"did you know that the first cheese made was goat cheese in the Neolithic era? It'sreallyfascinatingthat-"

"Izuku, as much as I enjoy your ramblings and interesting facts, I really do, the water is boiling over and the pasta isn't nearly done resting."

cue chaos

Bakugou-

9/10

as we see in the show he's extremely efficient & a good cook

you'd think he'd be impatient

but no

he understands how certain techniques work & why

so he's actually just super focused & gets pissed when people interrupt him

also he has to be the best at everything so ofc he can make an awesome five-course meal

bc yk he's Bakugou

if you ask to cook with him he'd think you're not being serious

but if you keep asking him he'd make sure you know how to do whatever it is you're doing and just let you go at it

if he's letting you cook w/ him he probably trusts you enough to know you wouldn't screw it up on purpose

if you do make a mistake he'd probably want to get angry

but he'd take you aside later to teach you how to do it

not aggressively so, he'd demonstrate first slowly since he understands you're just trying to learn and that it takes time

he gets that bc it took him years to figure out different cooking terms and how to properly execute them

lots of years combined with burned and failed experiments

patience too, obviously. cooking is one of the only things he'd taught himself how to be patient with

if you were holding something like a knife the wrong way he'd gently take your hand and position it in the correct way

"you're gonna cut yourself if you keep holding it like that, dumbass."

sharp words but gentle in practice

uses the correct tool for literally everything

doesn't mind doing dishes tho

he'd be really organized and efficient with everything

neatly handwritten recipes

the girls probably watch him cook

the boys too for that matter

it's like a cooking show but in the dorms and the host yells a lot

everything in the dorms' pantry would be labeled

he bought a labelling machine specifically for that purpose bc he "got tired of shit being in random ass places"

Iida really appreciates it too

he knows the perfect temperature for literally every meat and fish & how it's to be prepared and the exact way it should be cooked

keeps a journal for new recipes and info on food

has a section dedicated to everyone's favorite foods and how to make them in the back

started it when one of the girls asked him to make one of their comfort foods bc she was on her period (probably Mina)

now it's become a thing & he'll research what it is & how to make it if he doesn't already know

only Deku knows but let's be real he has dirt on literally everyone

anyway Bakugou probably owns/owned and knows how to use every professional cooking tool known to man

doesn't use them tho bc he can, and I quote, "do it himself without relying on any damned tool to do something that he can do faster and better."

probably used his own explosions to cook/substitute grill something when he wasn't allowed near the grill when he was a kid

that grosses him out now whenever Mitsuki tells the story of when she found him doing that with mushrooms out of the store container a few at a time and eating them whole with some pepper

in his defense he thought it was pretty good & admittedly thinks it was kind of smart now- still weirds him out that he did that multiple times tho

will do it when he's in his feels as a means of comfort food now

one time Sero and Kiri walked in on him doing that on his floor leaning against his bed in his sad hoodie w/ the pepper grinder from downstairs

they slowly walked out & asked him about it later

he tells them to fuck off

k I'm stopping myself here for blasty boy even though I could go on for days

Todoroki-

1/10

horrible in the kitchen

have you seen this kid

he's a rich kid

he doesn't know how to cook

Fuyumi taught him how to make soba tho

he won't use the stove bc the fire that isn't his freaks him out too much so he ends up just nuking shit in the microwave until Fuyumi guided him through how to safely use a stovetop

that woman is the sole reason this kid knows how to do literally anything in the kitchen

it's not a lack of confidence or skill

he just genuinely doesn't know how to do it

mans is suffering here

if you asked him how to juice a lemon he'd have an idea of how to do it

he just.. can't

you come back to see half the counter and most of his arms and torso covered in lemon juice

somehow there's like 1 teaspoon of juice in the pitcher and he's gone through eight lemons and an oddly yellow orange

"I know what it should be.. but idk how to do it."

You look on the counterspace to his right and lo and behold, there's a juicer on top of a pile of seemingly discarded kitchen appliances

"Roki- you were so close. You were this close"

"Oh. I was of the idea that that was for crushing meats."

He was so close yet so far

It's ok though- he figures things out between you and Fuyumi teaching him and watching Bakugou

Kirishima-

0/10 worse than Todoroki istg

can't cook for nothin

yk what he can do tho?

this boy can bake

specifically bread I feel like, but baking in general.

mostly non-desert dishes though

except for cakes bc they're quite similar to bread & they don't have to be crazy sweet

doesn't make much of a mess, it's all pretty contained to one area of counter (somehow)

in general, solid baker but terrible cook

Denki-

5/10

I just get the vibes that he straight up is a mess and just has fun while doing it

it's not even a matter of if the dish is good or not, he just likes the process of cooking it

despite that, it usually comes out pretty well

has probably shocked himself multiple times with electric kitchen appliances

or sent them into malfunction

usually when he was younger tho it doesn't happen so much anymore only when he gets freaked out

has shorted the stove & by extension the entire dorm building like twice

he'll cook for himself and it's fine but the second he's cooking for more than one person, especially if it's you, he's a mess and can't keep track of anything

the pressure of trying to impress people just gets to him :|

it gets slightly better if you help out tho so you can keep him focused

he definitely cooks with music on

he says it helps it taste better

it probably does tbh

he'd start singing too but I'll do singing headcannons later that's another post on it's own

freaks out if something catches on fire

lord help him if something gets burned or ruined in any way

he won't give up- he'd just criticize the hell out of it while you're eating

it makes him sad that he can't get certain things right away

but it's ok bc he slowly gets better and he's really proud of that

but like he'll just cook whenever bc it's fun or he's bored

like some poor shmuck will wake up at 2:30 in the morning to the sound of Denki singing to himself w/ music on after he drops a pan or smth

(jirou or shoji probably since they have the best hearing)

they're like wtf is happening

so they walk downstairs and they just find denki jamming out to his music making mac & cheese

and they just slowly walk away

he doesn't even notice until they bring it up like four days later

also you cannot tell me dark shadow wouldnt fuck with him so hard

Uraraka-

6/10 she's probably pretty well versed in food

but only like certain kinds

so she would pick up on stuff from bakugou cooking

can make amazing pasta & knows her way around most things

has made things float on accident & will only realize if someone points it out to her

like there'll be two pans, a bowl & the cinnamon just floating there n someones like uhh-

she probably uses a lot of spices bc she knows she doesn't know how to do a lot of things so she focuses more on perfecting certain dishes

hates doing the dishes bc the wet food grosses her tf out & would wear those long yellow gloves so she can't feel it

insists that everyone rinse their plates to some capacity so much that its just habit for everyone now

[scuttling]

Interview

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Latina OFC Sophie Cortes Word Count: 1,729 Tags: SFW, Pre-relationship, First meetings Summary: Aaron finally gets the greenlight to hire a new agent. Collection: Sophie Cortes timeline, 0-6 Months at the BAU (See Masterlist for reading order) A/N: Sophie and Reid are partners, because I love them! Link to AO3 or read below!

It takes two months for Hotch to convince Section Chief Strauss to open a requisition for a new member in the BAU. There was a lot of paperwork to be filled out, including detailed explanations as to why he felt the team needed another profiler. He thought it was obvious: for all they do work together as a cohesive unit, Morgan and Elle were technically partners, and when she left, Prentiss took her place. Reid doesn’t have a partner, which makes him feel like a third wheel, sometimes.

(He won’t admit to it, but Hotch notices things. It’s kind of his job.)

Needless to say, the position becomes available, but it takes another couple of months—and several interviews—for Hotch to find the right person to fill it.

Agent Cortes comes highly recommended by the Intelligence Section’s unit chief, someone he worked on a case with in his early days at the BAU; she is young, just 29, but she is more than qualified, and the referring agent is someone whose opinion he respects, so he’s hopeful.

Gideon sits in on the interview because he respects his opinion, too, although Hotch will make the final decision.

Cortes is Latina, petite and polite, with a firm handshake, a warm smile, and dark, striking eyes. Gideon looks at her with somewhat passive interest (something only Gideon can pull off) as they go over the highlights of her resume.

“You have bachelor's degrees in Psychology and Sociology, and master’s degrees in Behavioral Science and Criminology, all from the University of Chicago. How did you manage all of that, at your age?” Hotch asks, wondering if maybe she is gifted like Reid.

“A lot of hard work,” she replies, and it’s an answer he likes. “I graduated high school, enrolled in a dual major program and completed the bachelors’ at 22. Then I was hired onto the Chicago Police Department, and I worked there and got my Criminology degree at the same time. The Behavioral Science degree came after; I began it in person, and they let me finish online when I moved here to join the FBI.”

“What interested you about behavioral science?”

“I grew up in a city that was rich with diversity, but I still noticed that certain people were susceptible to falling into certain patterns, and became curious about why we as people do the things we do. I was already interested in criminal justice, so it seemed a natural path to take.” He nods, jots down a couple of notes before looking back up.

“Tell us about your time with the Chicago Police Department.”

“I went through training while finishing my Criminology degree, worked a beat for about six months before being assigned to the Intelligence Unit; my sergeant found value in the way I was able to get people talking, and a large part of my work was with criminal informants. I worked in Intelligence for three and a half years, and for the last two I was on the Tactical Response Team as well.”

“Tactical Response—that’s SWAT?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How did you end up in SWAT?” Gideon asks, speaking up for the first time; she looks over at him for the first time, as well. “I mean no offense, you’re clearly more than capable, you’re just… small.” She gives him a brief smile.

“Well, there was a hostage situation, the team leader determined that we could get a vantage point from an air duct... and I was the only one who fit.”

“You don’t seem resentful of that,” Hotch notices, a bit surprised. It’s not an origin sorry everyone would be proud of. Her eyes turn back to him.

“I find it’s more important what you do with your time somewhere than how you got there. I contributed to many successful responses over the course of two years that had nothing to do with my size.” It is a great answer, and he holds back a smile of his own, simply nods.

“So you left Chicago to join the bureau; did you have your sights set on any department in particular?”

“I was torn between Language Analysis and Intelligence and ended up somewhere in the middle.”

“Intelligence because of your background, why Language Analysis?” Gideon asks.

“I speak 6: English, Spanish, and Italian as my native languages, plus Russian, French, and German. I have an ear for them.”

“Impressive,” Gideon says, nodding, lips pressed together. Cortes smiles, modest.

“It’s helpful; more than 30% of the population of Chicago speaks a language other than English at home.” Hotch does crack a smile at that, because the statistic reminds him of Reid.

“How would you describe your current role with Intelligence?”

“The official title is Intelligence Liaison. I’m part of a team that travels domestically and internationally, to law enforcement or government agencies, to debrief them on threats we’ve identified, or potential threat activity, and to help them formulate offensive countermeasures.” There is a lot of experience there that would translate well to the BAU, that much is clear. If anything, she may be overqualified, but they would never turn down the help.

“What’s the most frustrating part of your job?” It’s a question he always throws in, because true frustrations—and how one handles them—can say a lot about a person.

“When they don’t listen and people die. I do my best to make sure it doesn’t happen often.” He looks up from the form to the woman, who, in that moment, shows the things she’s seen all over her face. They’re gone from one blink to the next, and he breaks eye contact to choose his next question. No follow up needed there.

“It sounds like you have experience interacting with law enforcement, which is important here at the BAU. We can’t work on a case unless we are invited by the agency with jurisdiction, so maintaining healthy relationships is vital. We have a communications liaison who deals directly with police departments, sheriff’s stations, FBI field offices, and the media, but knowing how to handle them is a big part of the job.” It’s not a question as much as a confirmation, and she nods.

“I’m confident in my ability to interact with other law enforcement in a direct but respectful way. It’s something I’ve done a lot of as Intelligence Liaison.” He has one final question, and though he’s already more than pleased with the interview, the answer will make or break his decision.

“Why the BAU?”

“Curiosity is what got me interested in behavioral science, but it’s empathy that makes me interested in the BAU. My current work helps to save lives, but it’s all very large scale, and it can be detached, cold. I can be detached and impartial when I need to be, but I can’t deny it would feel like a better use of my skill set to make a more tangible difference.” He agrees, can already tell that she would thrive in the environment of their unit, and it’s just the kind of answer he’s looking for; he takes a few more notes, glances over at Gideon for input.

“Anything else you’d like to ask?”

“I think we’ve covered it,” he says, and he stands abruptly, which makes Agent Cortes stand as well. Hotch follows suit. “Nice to meet you. He’ll be in touch,” Gideon adds, shaking her hand briefly and leaving the room. She is left looking a little lost, and Hotch steps around the desk.

“I apologize for him, he’s a little…”

“Capricious?” she offers with a smile, and he laughs lightly.

“That��s accurate, actually. Please don’t take it personally.”

“I won’t. I’ve heard a lot about him, so he kind of lives up to my expectations.” She tilts her head, looking curious. “You don’t, though. Unit Chief Roberts told me you would be stoic; I expected someone much more aloof, but you’re actually rather warm.” He is a bit surprised by her directness, even more so that she would find him... warm.

“I doubt that my colleagues would agree with your assessment,” he says, thinking of the number of less than kind words used to describe him in the past. She just smiles again.

“I guess you really do need me on your team, then.”

He finds it hard not to agree.

“There are a few more things we’ll need from you, such as a psychological evaluation, recent performance reviews, a physical. I’ll be in touch with Agent Roberts, and then you, if we determine you are the right fit. I’ll see you out,” he adds, gesturing to the door, and she follows. The team, who was not yet in the bullpen when she arrived, looks on, curious, as they head to the glass double doors.

“Thank you for the opportunity to interview. I hope to hear from you soon,” she says with another firm handshake, and he nods.

“We’ll be in touch. It’s a pleasure to have made your acquaintance.”

“Likewise, Agent Hotchner.” She gets onto the elevator, and he heads back to the bullpen, stops specifically at Reid’s desk, though everyone is nearby.

“Congratulations, Reid: you’ve officially got a partner.” Reid smiles, looking pleased.

“Who is she?”

“Special Agent Sophia Cortes. She currently works for Intelligence. Bachelors’ in Psychology and Sociology, Masters’ in Criminology and Behavioral Sciences. Fluent in six languages. Got her start at Chicago PD like you, Morgan—Intelligence there too. And SWAT.”

“SWAT?” Morgan echoes, impressed. “She’s gotta be 5’2” out of those heels.”

“She’s got glowing reviews from her superiors there, and from her unit chief: he called her resilient, determined, empathetic, a team player. She’s good at communicating with law enforcement, victims, even unsubs. The BAU is the right place for her. We’ll just be waiting on paperwork to make it official.” He crosses his arms, leans back against the filing cabinet. “I’d have introduced you, but she doesn’t know she’s being offered the job just yet.”

“She must have made quite an impression on you for you to decide on the spot,” Prentiss says, and he nods his head in agreement.

“I think she’ll fit in well. I saw a little bit of each of you in her, and she’s very…” He tries to think of one word to sum up the woman he just interviewed, and decides with a half-smile: “warm.”