#he has an intense special interest that dominates his life

[femenaces]

in what way your dad does autistic shit amd why are tou still in touch with him tbh?

…are you suggesting I should cut off my dad because of autism…? What is going on in my inbox today.

[justivik]

yandere! loser headcanons.

english isn't my first language.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser who is part of the photography club while you are part of a school sports club. He met you when his group went to the gym for a photo shoot of all the clubs.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser who thought you were gorgeous and got nervous when he had to sit next to you, while you held your sports ball and he nervously held his camera.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser that after your first meeting he couldn't stop thinking about you and started looking for you all over campus almost every break. He would see you playing with your classmates or talking to your friends and gosh... your smile is beautiful!

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser who started to have you as his muse in every photo shoot he did. His little crush on you turned into an intense obsession, he had to know more about you!

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser that recapitulated all the data he had about you, such as full name, social circle, family, address and house number or even collected the garbage you threw away to keep it in his special folder for you.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser he thought about approaching you but he didn't know how to hold a conversation, he barely had any friends at school and you were the team captain along with you being popular. He doesn't stand a chance with you!

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser that one day during the break between classes he was doing his history work until your presence invades his tranquility, your voice dominates his ears and your eyes manipulate his heart. You approached him to chat while waiting for your friends, you showed interest in his work and he was mesmerized.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser where after that conversation he started acting like a real creep

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser started following you everywhere, trying to have a conversation with you even when you were with someone else. You thought maybe he wanted to be your friend and you let him continue with these attitudes until the actions went from distance to physical contact.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser who held your hand, was jealous when you spent more time with other people, hugged you without asking and take pictures of you without you noticing. You were patient with him even when everyone told you to report him to the principal.

He's not a weird kid! Maybe his display of affection is like this!

He literally has a folder with 450 pictures of you.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser start to be more and more present in your personal life. You find him in your favorite coffee shop, in the park where you always go to relax or even in the supermarket.

“Y/N! Nice to see you here. I didn't know you were coming here too.”

“don't you live about 40 minutes away from my house and this supermarket?”

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser keeps watching you in your training sessions to the point that your coach has had to take him out because he was distracting your team with the sound of his camera.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser he's a good manipulator and blackmailer, he knows you feel bad about being rude to others or even excluding someone. you're so sweet! even he gets jealous when you are nice to someone else.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser He behaves desperately and may even have a panic attack when you are not by his side.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser that you have become so accustomed to his presence that you start calling him ''best friend'' (he thinks). You've let him into your room because your mother forced you to after he came to your house by surprise and introduced himself as ''a good friend coming over to make the history homework''.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser when you go to the bathroom, he steals some clothes and objects from your room to have it on his ''shrine''.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser has severe anger problems.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser always spamming you with messages, sending you audios and pictures of what he's doing.

๋࣭ ⭑ yandere! loser acts like a lost puppy by your side, following you around. He's pathetic and he knows it.

“I still can't believe how perfect you are!”

[alternate-real-ities]

Hi. It would be interesting to know how you look into other universes? Do you have any kind of device or magical abilities? Can you demonstrate this on me?

Hey there, cutie 😉. Thank you for your intriguing question about how I perceive other universes and realities beyond our own. While I do not possess any magical abilities, I have developed a remarkable device that allows me to peer into the multiverse. My machine utilizes advanced quantum computing technology coupled with exotic matter as the energy source. It allows me to access specific realities with decent clarity by calibrating it carefully.

To demonstrate this capability for you, I would be happy to show you some alternate realities where you're still as stunning as you are now, only in a different way:

Here's a universe where you are instead Filipino. Here, your hair is a deep black with just the slightest hint of waviness at the top, framing your heart-shaped face perfectly. You possess a boyish face that makes anyone weak in the knees at first glance. When you smile, it's like seeing a whole world open up.

Your chest is smooth and flat, leading down to your soft belly and then tapering off into elegant legs that show little signs of hair. You are so small and delicate that it's hard to imagine that below all that innocence hides a deep lust for a big strong man to hold you up and do with you as he pleases.

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Now, let's pay a visit to a previous dimension I like to call "Arab World". At the pinnacle of this society are the most perfectly engineered humans - those with Arab DNA that has been optimized through generations of careful selection, genetic tweaking and breeding to create individuals of unparalleled physical perfection and mental acuity. In this universe, you are an alpha of unparalleled might, your virility unmatched by any who have come before. You take great pride in your genetic superiority, knowing that no mere mortal could ever compare to your perfection.

You are blessed with a virile physique, muscular form sculpted by years of intense physical training. Your bulging chest and rock-hard abs speak to your boundless strength and vitality. In the gym at your lavish estate, you push yourself to the limits, determined to maintain peak condition.

But as much as you appreciate fine living and opulence, your true passion lies in power, conquest, and sexual domination of lesser beings. As an elite Arab alpha ruler, you take immense pride and pleasure in asserting your superiority over those beneath you, including your slaves.

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To end this showcase gracefully, let me show you one last reality which might be my favourite. In this dimension, one of your parents is black, and as such you were born to become an handsome lightskin man.

You are an absolute fuckboy, and you wouldn't have it any other way. Your life is one endless string of parties, workouts, flirting, and fucking. You are utterly shameless about flaunting your body to anyone who will look. At the gym, you make sure every single rep is perfectly calibrated for maximum muscle growth. You strike poses, flexing and posing with a confident swagger that lets everyone know just how goddamn hot you are. The mirror loves you as much as you do.

Your nightlife consists of endless nights out on the town. You're always down to hit up the trendiest clubs in the city, the hottest bars, the flashiest parties. Your social media is filled with steamy selfies showcasing off your bodacious physique - pecs popping from tight tank tops, washboard abs glistening as you do ab crunches against a wall. Fans and admirers drool over every inch of exposed skin.

You are always on the prowl for a special someone to show off and bring home - some unsuspecting twink who can't resist getting lost in your world of pleasure and excitement. The way you touch them, caress their skin with lingering fingertips, leans into them with smoldering intensity - it's enough to make even the most experienced bottom moan like a bitch in heat.

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These are just some examples of the diverse array of alternate realities that my machine allows me to access and observe from afar. Although, with the timeline converger project I'm currently working on, it may one day become possible for me to physically transform you as well if we both so desire.

As a side note, I'd like to thank you for your patience! I know I took a lot of time, but calibrating my machine takes quite some time if one wants to see realities that aren't as normal and boring as ours. I hope it was worth your time, because I'm sure it was worth mine 😉 See you next time!

[animehideout]

Your MBTI, Your Relationship With JJK Characters Part 1

a/n: I had this random idea, describing what relationship you would have with JJK Characters depending on your MBTI, in my opinion ofc, so it's not necessarily true!! 🫶🏻

Requests are open 💌

( ISFJ + INTJ )

PART 2

ISFJ:

Yuuji Itadori = Boyfriend

Like the sun and the moon, you both complete each other. He consistently admires your dedication to protect him and prioritize his well-being. He's the type who cares for others more than himself so finding someone ( You ) who places him first, warms his heart and makes him feel special. He often encourages you to step out of your comfort zone. Yuuji brings enthusiasm that lights up your world, and infuses joy into your life. In return, you bring peace and tranquility and comfort (100% your relationship would last forever).

Megumi Fushiguro = Soulmate.

Both of you share many qualities making you almost identical. The most prominent one is your dedication to protect others and loved ones and that what drew you closer and formed your soulmate bond. Your bond is full of strong sense of loyalty support and commitment, always having each other's backs. Together you maintain a balanced atmosphere. Your bond remains entirely platonic.

Choso Kamo = Bestfriend

He considers you as a family member. You don't need words to understand each other, you spend a lot of time together so it became easy for you to read each other like an open book. Comfortable silence is cherished given your shared quiet nature. You always make sure to make each other feel included in everything whether they are family gatherings or normal hangouts. You always stand by each other through highs and lows. You serve as his emotional support and you find in him a thoughtful listener. Fostering a sense of balance in your relationship.

Mahito = Enemy

Both of you are extreme opposites, you live to protect and he lives to kill. You have an intense and hostile relationship. Mahito always has to provoke and trigger you somehow targeting your loved ones. He craves violence and he thinks you're the best opponent to have a brutal duel with. Your fights are always driven by hatred from your side and amusement from Mahito's side. Both of you always try to sabotage each other's efforts, you strive to maintain a safe environment and Mahito works on creating constant chaos tension and threat.

INTJ:

Geto Suguru = Boyfriend

Suguru is an INTJ himself, so it's like finding your other half. You have a unique and intellectual dynamics. Your relationship built on shared interests and goals and mutual appreciation of each other's qualities. Despite being independent and self-reliant you managed to create a strong bond based on encouragement, pushing each other forward to reach your goals.

Ryomen Sukuna = Enemy

You and Sukuna are alike but you lead the good side while he leads the dark side. He takes the whole rivalry thing personal, as much as he hates you and tries to kill you whenever he grasps the chance he still has a lot of respect for you. In fights both you and Sukuna always try to assert dominance. Whenever you are in the same place everyone around can feel the suffocating tension making everyone feel and unsafe. You share the same qualities however you use them to help people and Sukuna uses them to break people.

Yuta Okkotsu = Ex-boyfriend

INTJ's logical and rational thinking clashes with Yuta's emotional needs he is an emotionally dependent person who inserts feelings most of the time almost in everything. But you always depend on the power of mind overshadowing your emotions. The clash of needs results in misunderstanding leading you to break up but you're still good friends though.

Megumi Fushiguro = Bestfriend

You are the quiet and composed duo. Both of you enjoy each other's presence silently, while sitting in a comfortable silence. When you are in the mood for a discussion you often engage in intellectual chats. You enjoy staying inside doing indoor activities like reading or cooking. Hanging out together is a free therapy for both of you.

[opal-owl-flight]

in an au where someone else were the agents, what would the agents life be like instead? (for eight, Octo expansion still happens but like she quits agent work after that)

This is a very interesting ask! This is a "things go well despite someone else filling in their roles" situation. Only got 3 and 4 so far bc I know who'd replace them EJDJE

Under readmore bc long! Also bonus Alt!3 art under there

4/Rain remains in the turf leagues after highschool. Sometimes working Grizzco for the cash, but once she went pro she left. A huge bitch to everyone, teammates and opponents, yet somehow making it work. Shes proud of where she is. She made a great life for herself here in Inkopolis and shes not going to let ANYONE forget. Doesnt help that the squids in that particular community/rank are also rude as fuck. Shes imitating the common attitude to fit in. Find SOME place she feels she can belong.

Marie called to her from the sewers to be Agent 4, but she declined the offer. Because...

...of 3/Tanara.

This snooty bitch of a squid also made a good life for themself after escaping from an oppressive home. Hows Rain any special? Worst of all, theyre one of the few who can go toe to toe with her on the field, snarky comments and everything. Rain's sure that they enjoy seeing her stumble (they do).

Proud of their progress and skill, they tend to (literally) look down on anyone that doesnt impress them. Their prior training as a squidling really helps them dominate matches, in both combat and strategy... Tanara lives for the sport. Their life is sport. Its the life theyve always wanted -- a life of play and fun and fresh vibes forever! If its too easy, wheres the fun? They seek hard fights.

Rain impresses them, for sure. But they also just LOVE messing with her. Rub in her face how much better they are. Its exhilirating to see all that bluster crumble! Yes! The bitch is down!! Eat your words!! Type of shit.

As for the other two...

John would still be great as an Agent 3 — remarkably, he doesnt get sanitized bc he takes care of himself and doesnt crash headfirst into a blender. he kicks it instead. doesnt get knocked out.

Hes kind as always. very supportive of a terrified all the time Sun. Hes like…a silly agent 3. hes goofy hes a lil stupid hes John

John does get war hardened but its not as intense a time as 3 had. Hes still smiling a lot! probs the fact that he had a good home life and a good support system in his team. (Tanara is in his team!! Hes the one usually reining them back from emotionally wrecking opponents. Hes also the one who makes Tanara's soft side emerge! They have one. Its just buried under their desire to be Cool)

and Sun? he never got into Grizzco. he became Agent 4 and saved the world! barely!! he keeps running from the troops until Marie has to drag him back by the ear! John carries Sun around like luggage a lot. its comforting for the nervous wreck.

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3 was just…theyve already been dealt a bad hand, and the universe kept expecting more from them. theyre under so much pressure, all the time!!

at least here, they dont have to worry about anything but their win streak and how 4 is annoyingly cute

Anyway. More Alt3!

[macsimagines]

what about alpha!kisaki, like do you think his yandere tendencies would be worse if he was an alpha? you’re very consistent btw, I love your blog 🥹🫶

(Finally Alpha!Kisaki <3!!! Thanks for the request and compliment this will be one of the last ABO requests I do so I'll try to make it good. Also I feel like an ass because I went overboard on this one... oops can you guys tell I have a favorite)

Yandere!Alpha Kisaki

Met you through a Rut Aid service. Sort of...

Kisaki was taken aback when he presented as an alpha. He was pleasantly surprised and was at first excited to be apart of an elite. Then his ruts hit and apparently they're out of control.

After a few doctor visits he's diagnosed with over producing dominate pheromones. Its apparently common when a young Alpha is surrounded by other very strong and dominate Alphas.

Because he is so much younger than most of the gang members and finds himself in a leadership position his body is trying to overcompensate.

When his ruts hit is when domineering pheromones' overproduce and cause him to have hyper aggression and feral behavior. His room was in complete shambles and he actually tried to fight his own parents.

Its decided he will be going on intense suppressants and will be having his ruts at a private facility where he will be supplied with artificial omegan pheromones that should calm him down.

They don't. Nothing fucking works for years and years. He's an adult now, and not one thing has helped. He just eats suppresants like they're candy and prays to god he can keep it together.

Nobody else notices his issues though. He keeps it under wraps and when he needs to rut, he usually has his lackeys prepare him a special room.

He's almost killed omegas that volunteer to help him through, he hopes one will actually work but they all smell like shit and his Alpha just wants to rip them to shreds when they get too close.

Then comes a new service that provides alpha's with fresh real omegan scents for their rut. If he likes one then he send his own scented item in. If you're a match you two will begin an anonymous pen pal service.

The idea appealed to him, because he was a very dangerous and private man. He needed his anonymity. It was worth a shot at the very least...

They send him a box of samples filled with items like plushies or sweaters (some freaks send their underwear wtf-)

Kisaki has gone through at least 4 boxes and he's about to give up when he stumbles upon a hoodie. Your hoodie. With some inane cartoon or video game (insert favorite cringe character here)

He throws your bag across the room hard as he can because he's so annoyed and it snags on the edge of the table and rips. Then he smells it.

The most perfect soothing calming thing he's ever had the pleasure of smelling in his life. And its your hoodie. He buries his face in it, drinks it in like its water and he's been dying of thirst.

Oh yes, thank fuck, dear god. You're perfect.

If he had a little more restraint he'd be embarrassed at how fast he comes that night. He's not even in rut but he's fucking his own hand like he's 12 again...

Calls the service the next day and tells them he's incredibly interested in your items and wants them all. Exclusively. He also asks (demands) for your personal profile.

They tell him "Thats not how this works sir." and he almost burns their headquarters to the ground, but decides against it. He has to be smart and safe about this. He can't loose his omega.

Plays along with the service, has his best cashmere sweaters and silk shirts sent out to you.

Its a match! Of course it is. You're all but mated to him at this point, and its decided then that for your heats and his ruts you'll be exchanging scented items.

While that happens he has his men infiltrate the company and find you. Finally gets his hands on your information and wants to puke.

There's nothing wrong with you, its just the circumstances.

You suffer from a pheromone diversion disorder and a pheromone deficiency. Your body has a hypersensitivity to alpha pheromones causing you reject the majority of them and your body produces a miniscule amount of omegan pheromones because of being unable to handle others.

Its like you were made for him. His perfect match...

You're younger, and poor. At least by his standards. He can't stand the fact that you send him your cheap shirts and sweaters. Not because he finds it to be pathetic, but because he knows you deserve better. You need what Kisaki, your alpha, can provide.

Lets you go through one heat with his scented items and gets a letter from you explaining how thankful you are.

"You were the only alpha to like my scent, funny right? Saved my butt though, your smell was the only one I liked too."

Kisaki decides that's it. He's gonna make you his Omega soon. He's got an imported collection of hand crafted luxury collars on the way, you'll pick one out when you're ready he just wants to have them prepared and he plans a meet cute.

He had his men tracking you for weeks, since the first time he found out your name and address. Knows you like to just listen to music and walk in the park. You'll bump into each other, smell one another on accident, and fall in love.

The guy is so dedicated to this that he even wears casual clothes, (Vicuna Wool isn't casual you pompous shit), and when it happens he loses himself for a moment.

Your shoulders brush, your eyes meet, and for once in fucking years, he feels at peace. He doesn't even say what he was planning on saying and you take the lead (that wasn't supposed to happen shit-)

"Uh, heya stranger," you smile at him cocking your head, "Smell'ya around?"

This was easy, you two hit it off. You make it easy... Your personality is incredibly calm compared to his own highstrung one. The only problem is that he doesn't want to wait. He needs you now.

Fate is finally on his side, and you ask about the item exchange. He says "What if we just...Shared our heats and ruts together.

He has you convinced it's a good idea. When else will you meet an Alpha whos smell you actually love?

The key to his plan. You're going to bond Kisaki. He's going to get you so high on his over production of pheromones that you're going to go feral and bite him right on his mating mark.

You'll wake up after your heat and feel like a total monster, while he's on cloud nine. That was the best week of his life, his knot felt so at home snuggly inside you...

Kisaki will comfort you. Tell you its not your fault, that he should've done something... Don't worry baby, he knows you'll take responsibility.

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

star trek pokemon au bc i wanted to draw khan with a scolipede and it was all downhill from there (hcs under the cut)

Kirk

kirk, spock, and bones all went on their first journey together back in the day, he and bones are still close but neither has heard from spock in a while

kirk is the region's champion, he fought hard to be there but misses the thrill of adventure

flying type trainer (in honor of the enterprise)

i gave him togetic bc its kind of built like a spaceship, honchcrow bc he had way too much fun playing a mobster in "a piece of the action" and charizard because kirk honestly does have the vibe of someone who thinks charizard is the coolest pokemon of all time

i was too lazy to draw a full team of 6 but he also has a braviary, altaria, and kilowattrel

Spock

former pokemon professor who got WAY too deep into his research, has a reputation for being batshit insane that is only somewhat deserved

espeon is his earliest companion and was his only friend before going on his journey with kirk and bones

spock studies pokemon with extraterrestrial origins and psychic abilities and intense bonds/experiments with these pokemon led to him developing psychic abilities himself

strives to be emotionless because it allows him to be better in tune with the emotions of his pokemon

when he became convinced [insert crazy-sounding but actually very logical theory here] and the rest of the scientific community refused to get on board with it, he fucked off to some remote outpost to continue the research on his own and cut contact with the outside world

Bones

i couldn't resist the temptation to draw him in a nurse joy outfit so i guess he's a nurse, he runs the pokemon center closest to wherever the elite four/champion is located

he was a little older than kirk and spock when he joined them on the journey back in the day

spent the bulk of the journey arguing with spock (who was constantly giving him unsolicited advice on how to boost his stats) and scolding jim for getting into stupid/unnecessary battles

has zero interest in battling and only has pokemon around that either help with his work (blissey and audino) or solely for companionship (probably has a lillipup and furfrou at home)

even so, he's still willing to drop everything to help when kirk recruits him to come on another journey with him to find spock so they can all defeat khan (yes, bones is still wearing the nurse outfit)

Khan

he's the boss of team genesis, which plots to destroy all forms of "lesser life" and restart the evolutionary process with only the strongest specimens (woooo canon accurate eugenics motivation)

wants to destroy kirk at all costs to become the champion, don't ask me how or why this helps with the eugenics thing, we're going full pokemon villain logic here

has a scolipede bc the earbugs he has in wrath of khan reminded me of little venipedes

Misc

scotty is still an engineer, works with a lot of steel types, his favorite companion is a magnezone

uhura dominates the competition circuit, has a lot of music-themed/singing pokemon, her best performer is a pom-pom style oricorio

sulu is a gym leader with grass/fighting type pokemon, his main is a sirfetch'd

chekov is a researcher who used to work under spock but now has his own lab and specializes in ice type pokemon, he has a cubchoo because, like him, it is baby

t'pring (was engaged to spock but broke it off bc he was too busy researching/having homoerotic battles with kirk and was never around) has a gardevoir so they can serve cunt together

[hauntedkidpersona]

Once upon a time// Chapter-5

Pairing- Polybts x reader

Summary-Choosing a husband is not easy, but bring in the seven princes and your in a lot of trouble.

Warnings: Duality of humans, Mistress, Y/N is a badass, Detachment issues, Cold behaviour, Strangers to enemies, Nudity, sexual jokes, talks of orgasm (nothing we don't know)

Overview: Life isn't like fairytale. You knew it the moment you reached a ripe age of nineteen. Which meant, your now a women who is in a hurry to be wed and bring prosperity and fame to your Kingdom. For this, you have readily accepted the self-groom event which requires you to select your husband out of all the potential Kings and Princes alike. But what happens when you select, not one. Not two but seven grooms? Chaos.

Masterlist-

A/n- Taglist is open for now.

Tags- @singukieee @shadowyjellyfishfest @inlovewithallmusic @lachimolala22019

The laughter of your maids echoed across the inner quarters, it was a peaceful afternoon. Even though the place outside was burning through the onslaught of the summer, like hot coal it would burn anyone unlucky.

But inside here, you were enjoying the breeze near the kadamba trees that were in full bloom. Looking over the crystal clear pool whose stage was graced in lotuses of all colours- purple being the most dominant.

"She is cheating, Princess." A shrill noise had you turn into the commotion, watching as the maids that littered around for a small play of chausar break into an argument.

Anika glares, "I wasn't, the rules didn't say you could back away your dices."

You sigh, taking measured sips of the cool lemonade. The Sky Palace was breathtaking, made of white marbles. It stood in stark contrast to its name, resembling the sheer vastness of the benevolent King that reins the land you trudge in delight. He sure has taken a great deal out of the small request you had of him.

But who knew your peaceful days would end soon.

Young and naive. That's what your father calls you. But how can one expect a 16 year old to behave like some matured person. Your days were peaceful, passing with the vivid imagination of the books you read. You had no interest in anything, and so you were even described as a lazy wart. For except beauty you possessed no special qualities of a royal. You were pampered and spoiled rotten, throwing tantrums was second nature by now.

But all that changed when you fell for him, the sweet man who would bring all your imagination to life. But who knew he was just a vile human waiting for an opportunity. Which he got.

You shut your eyes tightly, fisting your palms wherein the warm water failed to match the intensity with which your heart burned. You hissed, inspecting the now bloody palm pierced by your nails. The blood swirled into the water, burning through and through. You imagine his blood pouring out as you ruthlessly kill him, without an ounce of mercy. You can't wait to be blessed by his screams of terror, him begging for his life while you get the upper hand. You can't wait until you meet him again.

They were right. When a woman decides to take revenge, even the devil sits down to take lessons.

You have a deal with the King of the Sun Kingdom. You keep the Princes from leaving their duties, while he in return gets you what you want.

Simple as that.

Getting out, you wrap yourself in a towel.

Not waiting to call out Anika to bring your clothes, you walk out. Face stoic and heart made of steel.

"Princess," you somewhat hear Anika gasping at your blatant disregard of modesty.

You look ahead, glaring at Jin who was now looking at you with a wide open mouth. Is that your book in his hand? Did he fucking read it?

The fuck.

Jin couldn't take his eyes off of you. Your wet hair, swirling and parted as it clung to your hips. Your curves being defined but he cursed that cloth that was in between. He can't admire the beauty in front of him. The book and revenge was long forgotten as he spluttered, cheeks flushing in embarassment while you glared at him.

Poisonous, that's what your looks are. Dangerous and deadly, it could kill a man if you chose that body as a weapon of seduction.

"Get. Out. Right. Now." You shouted, partly screamed so loud that he knew the palace guards would be coming to check. Scrambling out of the bed, he almost falls but nonetheless he stands up quickly. Coughing a bit, as he rushes out with prominent red cheeks that burns in shame and embarassment.

"Are you mad, you were almost naked in front of him. Have some shame Princess, what will he think of you?" Anika blabbers as you plop onto your bed, effortlessly hiding your book for which you became so defensive.

"Are you even listening-

You rolled your eyes, the next second, a cloth was strewn right at your face. Knocking you off from the train of thoughts you boarded long time ago. You sit up, furiously, "So what, He is my husband and moreover I don't care. I am confident on my body, whoever sees it will die for it."

Your tone drops, dripping in arrogance. Why not? History is proof of how men kill, die and wage war for beauty. Your a women who knows how to manipulate pathetic men with your charms. You don't shy away by them who eye you in lust, knowing they can't ever have you. Same goes for that Prince Jin. He can watch you but can never have you.

Giving you a solemn look, Anika helps you in dressing. The quiet that follows is suffocating, but your in no hurry to pause it.

Decked in gold, you shimmer at the red robes that make you look lethal. That's what you like to do, terrorize others so they don't overstep their boundaries. With power comes responsibilities and with that, you build walls; too high to climb.

"Princess—" Keeping a hand on your shoulders, Anika turns you around; "You should know that the fire that burns in you will one day burn you too. I know it demands and reckons you to be rude, mean, cold and rebellious. But someday, this fire will burn out and all you will be left with is loneliness. So please try to be nice to the Princes, so that in future you have someone to care for you."

Pushing her hands away, you smile at her. "Loneliness doesn't scare me, people do. For you know what to expect from being alone but you can never say the same for the other. I am not here to make friends, for I have far greater enemies to take care of."

Jin clears his throat, avoiding looking at anyone as he speeds up inside the common place where all of his brothers from another mother gather. Maybe he can find someone free from his duties.

Entering inside the room, he is met with Yoongi, Taehyung and Jungkook who seem to be busy in their own world. Taking a seat, Jin pours himself a drink and gulps it down in one go. Which did not go unnoticed by them.

"Brother, you look like you ran a marathon." It was Taehyung who takes a jab first, as Yoongi chuckles.

"I did, that witch." He groans, unable to get the image of her out of his mind. You had no shame, whatsoever. Walking like that in front of him. What were you upto? He now knows, why your beauty is praised by all. It was as if you were carved by the celestial beings, and no you weren't petite. You had curves in all the right places and damn that white cloth of yours hid nothing to his imagination. Hiding that body beneath all that robes should be illegal. As soon as that thought arises, he bites his lip upto the point of bleeding.

No way.

He can't fall in your trap. Your purposely seducing him, trying to seperate him from Irene and he won't let you do that. Never.

Sensing whom he was calling witch, Taehyung inquires, "Why, what happened?"

"I saw her naked." He shouts, mad at God knows whom. Him, you or the situation.

Taehyung gasps, as Yoongi who was in the process of enjoying his drink coughs violently. While Jungkook, the innocent lamb's eyes were as wide as saucers. Cheeks tinting a dark shade of red.

After gathering himself, Yoongi and the others bombards him with questions,

"Are you kidding me? How?"

"Damn, It should have been me."

"How-w, I mean did you two do it?"

"What about Irene then?"

Jin sighs, glaring at Taehyung who was accusing him of seeing you like that. It should have been him, not his elder brother.

"Guys, do you think we can do it. I had rather die and she had rather kill me than bed me. As for seeing her naked, she had a cloth wrapped around her. I saw her cause she might have thought nobody was there and came out of the bath in minimal clothing."

Yoongi hums, not interested in knowing anything. While Taehyung smirks, clearly amused.

Entering inside the royal library, you heave a sigh. But that quickly changes when you see no guards on sight, where are they? Lacking on their duties like this. Shameful. Going inside, you frown. You can feel it in your gut, something isn't right. The silence being far more merciless than you. You look around, the sun rays exuding rays across the large windows that keep it's brilliance intact. You keep walking, your footsteps being the only companion.

A rustle, snaps you as you strike; pulling the stranger hiding behind the shelves as your knife is freed from your robes and clutched against the intruder's throat in blatant disregard of their life. You press it, drawing blood that takes a coppery path along the pale skin of that women.

Irene.

She screams, flailing against your arms but it was futile. "Leave me, Prince- someone save me."

"Shh, damsel in distress. From when your allowed inside the royal library huh? Who gave you the permission and the audacity?" You push back the knife, grabbing her chin harshly. You bring her close, nails digging into her flesh.

Irene flails grabbing her hands to free herself, "Prince gave me permission."

You smirk, "But the King told you to stay far away then how dare you to have the courage to spread your whore legs inside my quarters and on my bed bitch. Tell me, from where this defiance comes. Let me end that for once and all." She hissed. You were so done with her. You push her away, as you continue; "Get this in your damn head. If you love Prince Jin so much than stay where your put. Don't try to meddle in affairs your not allowed to. Your just his mistress, so don't try to anger me otherwise I would have you thrown out of the Palace faster than you spread that damn legs of yours."

Irene glares at you, "That will only happen if you come out alive, Prince loves me and it's you who has to get out of here."

"Oh Finally, I was waiting for when you drop the act and now here we are." You laugh, her empty threats not stirring you in the slightest.

Having enough, Irene raises her hand to slap you but your reflexes ground her, holding her hand you attack her eyes, stopping mere inces away. Her eyes widen in fear, as she stands in absolute terror. "One wrong move, and I will kill you."

She trembles, "You call me a whore but the real slut is you who has seven men as her husband's."

"Atleast I am not running behind other's husband. Poor you, living as Mistress and already soiled and ruined. If in future the Prince leaves you-" You mock her, hitting a nerve when she grits her teeth.

"What's happening here?" A voice thunders, as you quickly back away. Bowing down to the King that strides in with his guards on tail. Beside you Irene defiantly falls on the ground, disregarding all your warnings. Such an actor.

"My King, Princess hurt me. She wants to kill me, please save me." She wails, as you cringe at her act. Wrong move women.

The King raises an eyebrow, looking at you who shakes her head. She is really looking for trouble. Testing your patience, all because she was the beloved of Jin. You internally smirk, you will let her know today who holds the real power. Enough of the drama.

Hearing the commotion, Prince Namjoon and Prince Hoseok also arrive at the scene.

"Is it true?" King looks at you, as you feel the gaze of others burning upon you.

"Why would I? She is Nobody. It's actually her who thought it would be nice to fuck my husband in front of me. My King, she was inside my inner quarters the other day and she dared to soil my bed alongside Prince Jin. I was just warning her not to push her luck. And lastly, I have to defend myself if someone tries to raise their hands on me." You speak, keeping your mind calm and tone strict.

You didn't want to bring their act up but she left you with no options. If in future, she wishes to harm you than its better if you steer clear of her. For proof you called for the maids and guards that were present while this happened. They gave the same reply, even revealing your act of burning the sheets and everything that had soiled your room.

Irene gasps, "No, she is lying My King. Believe me."

"And If you had a problem then why didn't you say it the moment it happened? Why wait for now?" Namjoon interjects, clearly supporting Irene. You scoff.

Another thorn on way. Very well.

You smile at him, "I wanted to have peace with the Mistress of my husband but she clearly doesn't want that. Instead she is showing her powers, acting on wimp just because Prince Jin supports her. No maid is allowed inside the royal library, unless they are cleaning it and yet here she was. I warned her to stay in her place and in return she threatened to unalive me. Just because Prince Jin loves her." You mock, eyes glaring down at the women who refuses to look up. But judging by how tightly she is fisting her hand, you know she is furious. What a sight to see.

Hoseok looks astonished, "You threatened to kill the Princess, Irene? Is that true?"

Irene shakes her head, but that all stops when the King speaks, "Enough, you crossed your limits today. Guards, throw her out for she dared to raise a hand on a royal and moreover she had the audacity to enter the inner quarters of the future Queen. Going as far as threatening her—" he paused, looking down at the women his son dares to love, "But not before whipping her 200 times."

Just then, you heard hurried footsteps. Looking up, your met with a furious Jin and behind him an equally mad Yoongi who is accompanied by other Princes. "Father, leave Irene. She did nothing." Rushing towards her, he is about to take her in his arms but is stopped abruptly by the King who shows him a hand that clearly indicates him to stay right where he is.

"My decision is final. She is nothing but a servant slash Mistress. As far as I know, the law doesn't allow servants to attack Royals which she did and you even brought her to your wife's chambers to—" he stops, taking a deep breath to calm down the fury which is eager to erupt on his elder son. "—Shameless. Your blinded by her, how would you know what she does huh? Guards take her out, and If the Prince does something behind my back then kill the cause. Once and for all."

It was as if ice cold water was smacked against Jin who stared at his father with a blank look. Irene is taken by guards, while you try hard not to fidget. You know Jin won't leave you for this. Never. And damn you for not stopping the punishment of Irene. Your mind berates you. Jin used to spend the night at Irene's and in return you had a peaceful sleep.

But now your doomed.

Tch. Gone was your peaceful sleep. Better keep an eye on this raging Bull who might kill you in sleep.

The commotion soon dies down, as the King is escorted out. You also join him, cause only a fool will stay inside with seven wolves who are waiting to rip you apart. Anika would have your head for this. She told you to befriend the Princes but here you are, already making more enemies.

It's night by the time your done with your royal duties. Your returning to your quarters, limbs aching for some relief. Anika has found you, and she is berating you for the chaos that you didn't cause. You ignore her.

A maid rushes to you, "Princess, please do something. Prince Jin has gone mad and is destroying everything inside the inner quarters. He is also very drunk."

You sigh, nodding at her as you step inside your chamber. Not before ordering others to stay outside. The door is closed behind you, as you walk towards the man who throws the jug of water across the room with a force that cracks it in half.

Sensing your presence, Jin grins like a maniac.

"I was waiting for you."

You frown, already hating the stench of alcohol that graces you the second he moves close. Backing away, you maintain a dignified distance for you know Jin is not in his right mind.

Getting hurt is the last thing in your mind, especially when your dead tired.

Looking down, you show respect for the Prince. "Sorry, but we will talk later."

"You—," Jin comes to grab you, but before that you attack his pressure point. Knocking him out cold.

Going limp, Jin tumbles down. But before he reaches the rock hard ground, you grab him and pull him up.

Daylight comes as a fresh ocean current carrying birdsong and the aroma of petals, her rays deep-soaked in the love and laughter of the ages. But to Jin, it was like a wake up call for the pounding headache that he feels. Groaning, he turns around the soft bed. Opening his eyes, he is met with the unfamiliar room. It suddenly clicks.

Getting up, he is furious to know that you knocked him out. The whole room is back to how it was- neat, elegant and serene. Unlike the destruction that he matted out in drunk stupor.

He will kill you today for sure.

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Character Profile: Jonathon Young / Nikola Tesla

Damian Kindler (creator, executive producer & writer): Tesla's one of our favorite characters. He's a fan favorite, he's a writer favorite, he's an actor favorite.

Christopher Heyerdahl ("John Druitt/Big Foot"): I love that character. It's always so much fun watching a Tesla episode...

Ryan Robbins ("Henry Foss"): I think as far as vampires go, Tesla's probably the coolest vampire out there. I'm not just saying that because he's on our show, but I think the way Jonathon plays him makes him a very cool, very relevant vampire. He's not a stereotypical...He's not what you see. He's really done something really interesting with Tesla. He's very bright, very intelligent. Not to say the other guys aren't bright and intelligent, but you know what I mean. He doesn't sparkle.

Jonathon Young ("Nikola Tesla"): I've played Nikola Tesla on stage before, in a very different show, that really was a historical drama about his life, so my job in that play was to do research, collect anecdotes about him, and then try to create a portrait that came from that.

Christopher: He's known for playing Nikola Tesla and doing a great job. He's an extremely talented, one of our great talents in Canada. He's an amazing actor. He's one of those people who has a special gift. He's gifted physically, he's gifted intellectually, he's very graceful, and very specific in all his movements, and it's beautiful to watch. So, when they were talking about this character, Nikola Tesla... but he's going to be a vampire, I thought, "I don't know. Will Jonathon even be interested? I mean, this sounds kind of silly." You know, he's taking a character that he knows inside out, and we're going to make a vampire out of this? But at the same time, Jonathon has the look of a vampire. He has these amazing teeth, and they're very vampiric in many ways. I just thought he'd be perfect, and anyway, he'd probably have a hell of a lot of fun with it.

Jonathon: It became clear right away that the Sanctuary Tesla isn't so much interested in a imitation of a historical character, and I think that what's in the script is that he loves ideas above all else, he loves himself above anyone else, that he's intensely competitive, and that he has an arrogance about him that puts himself ahead of everyone else. Of course Tesla's ultimate goal is, you know, world domination.

Magnus: You're mad, Nikola.

Tesla: No! The Philadelphia Experiment was mad, but this... is progress.

Martin Wood (executive producer & director): One of the cool things about season three is we bring back Nikola Tesla, now the non-vampire version of Nikola Tesla.

Tesla: Well, I hope you're all happy now. I'm ordinary.

Martin: It's funny because everybody loves Tesla as a vampire, and the problem is, when you have a character that everybody loves the way they are, as soon as you start changing them, everybody goes, "You can't do that! That's our favorite guy! He does that!" You know, it's crazy.

Tesla: Here's to the glorious vampire race, once mighty, now extinct.

Amanda Tapping (executive producer, director & "Dr. Helen Magnus"): He's left de-vamped. He's left with this other gift, which he will call his incredible magnetism, I'm sure, but he... Yeah, it's a different Tesla, and it's a Tesla struggling to sort of figure out what this gift means, and how he can use it.

Tesla: Well... I can work with that.

Jonathon: I think, like Tesla, I thought it was an opportunity for something new. I mean, that's how Tesla ends that whole episode. He's totally despondent, but then, that "I can work with that" moment is because I think he sort of looks at everything as a game, and an opportunity to work things to his own advantage, so I think his mind started turning right away, and for me, I mean, I think that one of the great joys about acting is that, even though I'm playing the same part, every time I come on set, it's always new, so... I... I felt confident that the writers have a master plan in mind, and that this was a detour that was going somewhere.

Magnus: Nikola, the door!

Martin: What happens in season three is he's magnetic, and he can do some fun tricks, but it's not as cool as being a vampire, so we may end up making him back into a vampire at some point.

Amanda: But I can just say that we've shot an incredible scene that changes that too. So... literally just shot it. I still have the blood on my hands.

Tesla: I'm back, baby. And it feels so good.

Damian: There's different types of Nikola Tesla stories. There's the "we get a message from Tesla, and he's in trouble, but not the kind of trouble we think, which leads to other trouble, and he's got the..." It's the "hidden agenda" Tesla stories.

Tesla: Well, I did say S.O.S. in my message.

Henry: "Trapped in a cave with nasty bugs" would have been much more helpful.

Tesla: I'm just looking for a way to turn this pointless ability into something extraordinary.

Henry: It makes sense, in an evil way.

Damian: Then we have the sort of story where Tesla's involved because he's a genius, and there's something epic, and weird, and crazy happening, and we require a genius to help us, and make us feel kind of crappy about ourselves with his genius. That's another story that Tesla's often involved in. We have a Tesla story about the past, when we see The Five in Victorian England, and even Edwardian England, and Tesla's part of that, because he was part of the group from back in Oxford days, in the late 1800s. And then there's a Tesla story that comes closer to the end of season three, where he doesn't have a hidden agenda, but he definitely kind of gets in over his head seeking knowledge.

Tesla: Helen, we're surrounded by the greatest trove of vampire knowledge the world has ever seen. It's killing me. I'm being robbed of my last great discovery. I've spent my life trying to piece together my ancestry.

Damian: And it's nice, because he's the sort of character who can really, you can stretch, and pull, and put in different positions. He's definitely not a bad guy. He's definitely not a pure-of-heart good guy. He's just this wonderful, colorful fly-in-the-ointment, you know, amazingly annoying, amazingly useful, brave, egomaniacal, funny, critical, mean-spirited, lovely, loyal.... you know, kind of character. We love him.

Tesla: You were good, but I was better.

Jonathon: Each script gives a lot of humor to Tesla with those things in mind. That's why he's so fun to play, because he... like I said before, he thinks of everything as a kind of game, or a competition.

Tesla: Your shaggy friend is still refusing treatment, and frankly, I'm insulted.

Will: Oh, right, yeah, because I forgot, this is all about you.

Tesla: I have spent weeks creating a working treatment for the Lazarus Virus, and in the end, the creep in the room with the hair doesn't want to take his medicine! It's personal, and we both know it is.

Jonathon: He doesn't care about the effects of, you know, being completely rude, or completely outspoken, and in his mind, he's number one, right?

Damian: Tesla and Magnus have one of those relationships that is hard to define, and I believe that's mainly due to the fact that they're both so old.

Tesla: Helen Magnus. Kiss me and I'll save your life.

Magnus: And if I don't?

Tesla: It's been over 60 years. Just plant one on me already.

Damian: I think that Tesla, he just abhors boring people.

Magnus: Nikola Tesla, you always did know how to get attention.

Amanda: It's so much fun to play it, but I can't describe it. It's... it's this crazy friendship, with this very, you know, unabashed sexual overtone to it, from both of them.

Magnus: You've always been like this, haven't you? Selfish and arrogant, putting your own desires before everyone else's.

Tesla: I brought you here for two reasons. Because only you can help me finish what I'm working on, and because I love you.

Magnus: Yes, so you keep... What?

Tesla: I always have.

Damian: And the thing that's the most, you know, kind of fetching about Magnus to him is that she's anything but boring, and I think that's what makes her attractive to him.

Amanda: When you've known somebody for that long, and they know you as well as Tesla and Magnus know each other, I think it's almost like that sexual tension is just explosive, but nothing can happen because it's, like, "Then would we still have that tension?"

Magnus: Oh, shut up and help me.

Tesla: My God, you look sexy with a gun.

Damian: I think that Tesla and Magnus probably at some point had some kind of thing that went on, because she admires the giant brain. He has a giant brain, but he's just too much of an oaf, and Magnus has way better taste than that, so I think it's one of those, over the 160-year period, you get to have those little trysts and not worry about them, although you still have to work with the person.

Tesla: You felt... genuine concern for me. Admit it.

Magnus: Nonsense.

Tesla: Oh... You still like me, it's so obvious.

Magnus: You tried to kill me.

Tesla: Well, but you know, we all hurt the ones we love.

Jonathon: Well, first and foremost, they're old friends, and I think it's based on competition. It's based on rivalry and respect, and, of course, of love of ideas and love of adventure. I'm always bringing up memories of adventures.

Tesla: You know, this reminds me of when we were in Egypt looking for Tut's tomb, huh? Oh, those wild early days. No ground-penetrating radar, no satellite imagery.

Magnus: We were barely better than graverobbers.

Jonathon: I mean, I think that Helen Magnus has Tesla under a kind of spell.

Tesla: Well, I did say S.O.S. in my message.

Henry: "Trapped in a cave with nasty bugs" would have been much more helpful.

Tesla: I'm just looking for a way to turn this pointless ability into something extraordinary.

Henry: It makes sense, in an evil way.

Damian: Then we have the sort of story where Tesla's involved because he's a genius, and there's something epic, and weird, and crazy happening, and we require a genius to help us, and make us feel kind of crappy about ourselves with his genius. That's another story that Tesla's often involved in. We have a Tesla story about the past, when we see The Five in Victorian England, and even Edwardian England, and Tesla's part of that, because he was part of the group from back in Oxford days, in the late 1800s. And then there's a Tesla story that comes closer to the end of season three, where he doesn't have a hidden agenda, but he definitely kind of gets in over his head seeking knowledge.

Tesla: Helen, we're surrounded by the greatest trove of vampire knowledge the world has ever seen. It's killing me. I'm being robbed of my last great discovery. I've spent my life trying to piece together my ancestry.

Damian: And it's nice, because he's the sort of character who can really, you can stretch, and pull, and put in different positions. He's definitely not a bad guy. He's definitely not a pure-of-heart good guy. He's just this wonderful, colorful fly-in-the-ointment, you know, amazingly annoying, amazingly useful, brave, egomaniacal, funny, critical, mean-spirited, lovely, loyal.... you know, kind of character. We love him.

Tesla: You were good, but I was better.

Jonathon: Each script gives a lot of humor to Tesla with those things in mind. That's why he's so fun to play, because he... like I said before, he thinks of everything as a kind of game, or a competition.

Tesla: Your shaggy friend is still refusing treatment, and frankly, I'm insulted.

Will: Oh, right, yeah, because I forgot, this is all about you.

Tesla: I have spent weeks creating a working treatment for the Lazarus Virus, and in the end, the creep in the room with the hair doesn't want to take his medicine! It's personal, and we both know it is.

Jonathon: He doesn't care about the effects of, you know, being completely rude, or completely outspoken, and in his mind, he's number one, right?

Damian: Tesla and Magnus have one of those relationships that is hard to define, and I believe that's mainly due to the fact that they're both so old.

Tesla: Helen Magnus. Kiss me and I'll save your life.

Magnus: And if I don't?

Tesla: It's been over 60 years. Just plant one on me already.

Damian: I think that Tesla, he just abhors boring people.

Magnus: Nikola Tesla, you always did know how to get attention.

Amanda: It's so much fun to play it, but I can't describe it. It's... it's this crazy friendship, with this very, you know, unabashed sexual overtone to it, from both of them.

Magnus: You've always been like this, haven't you? Selfish and arrogant, putting your own desires before everyone else's.

Tesla: I brought you here for two reasons. Because only you can help me finish what I'm working on, and because I love you.

Magnus: Yes, so you keep... What?

Tesla: I always have.

Damian: And the thing that's the most, you know, kind of fetching about Magnus to him is that she's anything but boring, and I think that's what makes her attractive to him.

Amanda: When you've known somebody for that long, and they know you as well as Tesla and Magnus know each other, I think it's almost like that sexual tension is just explosive, but nothing can happen because it's, like, "Then would we still have that tension?"

Magnus: Oh, shut up and help me.

Tesla: My God, you look sexy with a gun.

Damian: I think that Tesla and Magnus probably at some point had some kind of thing that went on, because she admires the giant brain. He has a giant brain, but he's just too much of an oaf, and Magnus has way better taste than that, so I think it's one of those, over the 160-year period, you get to have those little trysts and not worry about them, although you still have to work with the person.

Tesla: You felt... genuine concern for me. Admit it.

Magnus: Nonsense.

Tesla: Oh... You still like me, it's so obvious.

Magnus: You tried to kill me.

Tesla: Well, but you know, we all hurt the ones we love.

Jonathon: Well, first and foremost, they're old friends, and I think it's based on competition. It's based on rivalry and respect, and, of course, of love of ideas and love of adventure. I'm always bringing up memories of adventures.

Tesla: You know, this reminds me of when we were in Egypt looking for Tut's tomb, huh? Oh, those wild early days. No ground-penetrating radar, no satellite imagery.

Magnus: We were barely better than graverobbers.

Jonathon: I mean, I think that Helen Magnus has Tesla under a kind of spell.

Tesla: Maybe a little tighter. You know, just to be safe.

Magnus: If you were any more transparent, you'd be invisible.

Jonathon: Whether or not there... was romance, I think should remain a secret until it's revealed, but there's clearly always the potential for that, but if anything, that makes the friendship that much more interesting and magnetic.

Amanda: It's an interesting... They're both incredible geniuses, they're both incredibly stubborn, and they both love each other deeply, though both of them are loathe to admit it.

Tesla: You have a Sasquatch for a butler, and you travel the world with history's most notorious murderer, and now you don't feel safe? Helen, green is not a good color on you.

Magnus: Don't be ridiculous.

Tesla: She's intelligent, powerful, remarkably well-preserved for her age, everything I look for in a woman. And unlike someone I know, she's actually interested in me.

Magnus: I'm not engaging in this childish conversation.

Tesla: The more you deny it, the truer it is.

Damian: I think Tesla's always had a deep, deep place in his heart for Magnus, but knows that he is never going to be the love of her life, that tall, bald, and homicidal Jack the Ripper is going to be the one that's got her heartstrings.

Magnus: We'll all meet back here with our keys.

Druitt: That leaves you and... Nikola. Your tests are marked for the same area.

Tesla: I guess your father liked us best as a couple.

Druitt: Helen, if you can wait, I...

Magnus: I'll be fine.

Tesla: Such chivalry.

Druitt: If any harm comes to her, accidental or otherwise...

Tesla: I have no reason to do her any harm, but you, I'm finding more reasons by the minute.

Magnus: Honestly. I am surrounded by adolescents.

Jonathon: Definitely the deepest animosity between Druitt and I, and it'll be interesting to see how that plays out. You know, what kind of jealousy there is there.

Christopher: Nicky's a pain in the ass, really. I think that if he saw the arse end of Nikola Tesla, he'd be a happy man.

Tesla: The power in that vial, it could change history, create any kind of future we choose.

Druitt: We?

Jonathon: It comes down to showmanship, too, I think. Who really is the most... Who has the most power, I think. Or who can go to the most extreme place. I mean, Druitt is such an extreme character with such darkness in him.

Tesla: Guess who's still standing?

Magnus: John?

Druitt: Hello, Nikola.

Jonathon: And when we first met Tesla, that was certainly the way Tesla was introduced, was that he was the darkest, or had the most capacity for evil.

Christopher: At the same time, there's a wonderful... respect and camaraderie to these two, that...

Tesla: John, really. He's not worth it, pardon the pun. If you kill him, he can't help her.

Adam: Same old Johnny.

Tesla: Shh, please.

Jonathon: We saw a more human side to him, as we have seen with Druitt, too. But again it comes down to... competition, and I think past grudges too.

Tesla: Nice move last time we met, Johnny. Took me a while to get over it.

Druitt: Not long enough, old boy. Care for another helping?

Jonathon: It's qualities of Tesla's that Tesla sees in Druitt, that Tesla reacts to the strongest, so it's when he... I mean, I think that that's true in life. When you actually take apart what it is you don't like so much about someone, often it's qualities that you have, so I think his arrogance, and his power, and, uh, his, of course, special bond with Magnus.

Magnus: Hand it over.

Tesla: Very well. But really, I have to say, when I imagined the splendor of the entry hall, an architectural site thousands of years old, a veritable marvel of art and design, and to think that the first witnesses to this spectacle will be Huey, Duey, and Screwy? Really, Helen, my heart sinks you chose them over me.

Magnus: Don't be bitter.

Tesla: But I do it so well.

Jonathon: Well, I think Tesla has such disdain for ordinary humans, and takes great pleasure in making that known.

Tesla: I want my life back. Look at me, Helen. I'm reduced to parlor tricks and Morse code. I can't even get out of a cobweb without help from these chumps. What am I now, human with... with benefits? It's pathetic.

Jonathon: And at any chance he can get, I think... making fun of how pathetic and weak regular humans are.

Tesla: You, I like. You, I don't know.

Will: I'm Dr. Zimmerman. I work with Dr. Magnus.

Tesla: Protégé. Well, the mission's necessary disposable item.

Magnus: Stop this, Nikola.

Robin Dunne ("Will Zimmerman"): Will and Nikola have an interesting relationship, I think. I don't know if you can even really call it a relationship. Definitely from Tesla's point of view, I'm sure he just sees Will as just some pathetic little human who, you know, is something of an annoyance. He kind of treats him as though he's a child.

Will: And you just happened to get trapped by them. God, that's so weird.

Tesla: Yeah, down, Junior. I didn't know they were here until they tried to make me part of the architecture.

Jonathon: As far as Tesla's concerned, Will's just not in the same class, and needs to be reminded of that, on a daily basis, to keep him in his place.

Will: Retrieve the Source Blood, and it's a grand slam?

Tesla: One thing at a time, Dr. Expendable.

Jonathon: I think because Will is so resilient too, and puts up with so much, because he believes in his work. I mean, as far as I can tell, Will believes in his job, and is devoted to Magnus, he becomes a great foil for Tesla's arrogance.

Will: You know what I say? I say you got yourself into a little bit of trouble, and you dragged us into the mess, too. So stop whining about it.

Tesla: I thought helping people was part of your job description.

Will: Yeah, people. You, Professor Hidden Agenda, not so much.

Robin: His opinion of Tesla is that Tesla's a guy who's in the Tesla business first and foremost, always has a secret agenda, doesn't ever do anything that doesn't benefit him in some way.

Tesla: Unprotected platinum coils? Wolf-boy... Have a word with him about power efficiency.

Magnus: I doubt Henry planned on this kind of re-purposing.

Tesla: That's no excuse.

Ryan: Tesla and Henry have an interesting relationship because I don't think Tesla respects Henry very much at all, and I think despite himself, Henry can't help but respect Tesla and admire him. I think Henry admires the guy, and hates him for being so clever.

Henry: Yeah, I get how you could generate a signal by clenching your kegels or whatever, but how did you get the range?

Tesla: Oh, you obviously didn't do any aerial mapping on your way in. Had you, you might have noticed the amplification properties of the local terrain.

Henry: Parabolic focus point. Okay, then wouldn't it be secondary signals...

Tesla: Hey, shh, shh! Slop. You'll hurl yourself, and I'm feeing far too tired to feign concern.

Henry: You're welcome. Jackass.

Ryan: It's the last guy in the world Henry wants to, you know, learn from, or look up to. I think he just despises so much about him. I mean, you can go back to that whole vampire/werewolf thing, where those are just two... They just never get along, historicity, ever.

Tesla: The Cabal have been planning this move for decades. I've had two days, a crappy lab, and Tiny Tim for an assistant, so please cut me some slack.

Henry: If you think working with you is a party, think again, Vlad!

Tesla: Good, you finally showed up. Quit your whining and get to work.

Jonathon: And he's got to work with Wolf-boy, in the lab, with the crappy antique tools that Magnus keeps around. I mean, I think when Tesla gets angry about something, especially if it's a mistake that he's made, he immediately blames somebody else, and I've found that fuels a lot of scenes is that often Tesla's just angry at his own predicament, or his own error, and that fuels a bunch of rage at someone else.

Tesla: Never bore your audience.

Damian: That, to me, is Tesla. "Never bore your audience." That's him. That's a very definitive moment. He's about to do something brave, but in his mind, it's like, "Well, I'm only doing this because God forbid anything should be dui and uninteresting." And he's about that. He's a genius, and geniuses are like that. A lot of criminals are geniuses because they're just bored silly living inside the rules of society, and Tesla's like the ultimate criminal genius.

Christopher: I think he's an enjoyable... an enjoyable person to dislike.

Amanda: He's the character you love to hate, and you love to love, because he's just so out there. Yeah, yeah, and he has become one of the most popular characters on the show, and for very good reason, not only because the actor playing him is so incredible, but because this character is such a fully realized... dink. You just love him. I don't know if I can use that word, but I'm gonna.

Tesla: Yeah, well, since when did I become the responsible member of this group? The big hairy one can answer the phone. I'm not missing out on this.

Druitt: You're absolutely determined to come with us?

Tesla: Of course I am.

Druitt: If you insist.

Tesla: Son. Of. A. Bitch!

Jonathon: That's what makes him so fun to play is... his ability to say absolutely anything.

Tesla: No, we mustn't forget our most important achievement of the day. My resurrection.

Magnus: Oh, here we go.

Tesla: Sweet, sweet resurrection.

[chris-continues]

Fluff Alphabet!

With the one and only Nai Saverem! These will be answered with the idea that you’re in a college au (following the plot + ideas I’ve set up for my college au Knives via drabbles + hcs)

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/ o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Nai is a very introverted person. I don’t think he’d really enjoy an extroverted partner- and your relationship started by quietly studying beside one another. (Hence, appealing to one of his love languages, quality time). He could sit in a room while you both do your own thing (aka, body doubling, because Knives is neurodivergent and so is reader)

So- basically anything with you. But preferably at home. Cozied up. He relishes in embracing you.. or possibly you embracing him. He’s very grateful to have you, so he’s not too picky on whatever you’re doing, as long as it’s not in an overstimulating environment.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

As cheesy as it sounds, your smile. The way you beam was practically (and to his annoyance) engraved into his mind. There’s also your intense yet focused eyes. When you’re studying intently you have certain ways you focus, and when you’re excited your stims are very endearing.

For him? He finds his markings beautiful. He’s very proud of his plant heritage and when you’re eager to know more, he’ll tell you whatever he can. It means a lot to him that you care to ask, many brush it aside or don’t bother. (Which it is the bare minimum, and he acknowledges that, but he is somewhat eager to interest you and inform you. Plant heritage is a special interest of his he enjoys, and a past hyperfixation. Nowadays he’s more focused on composing music.)

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He knows the feeling all too well- and he’s comforted Vash many times as well. Depending on your preference, (which you would’ve discussed beforehand and he would’ve known because he’s prepared like that), it can go two different ways.

1. If you don’t want touch. He’s fine with that, that’s what he tends to lean towards since he’s normally very touch repulsed, especially when upset. He’ll speak to you, sitting in front of you in a firm voice, grounding you. “You’re here. Breathe. It’s ok.” He’s very good at this.

2. If you crave touch, he’ll give it to you. Holding you, cradling your head in the expanse of his chest and lulling you, (and as mentioned above), grounding you with his voice. He’s got a very assertive presence and he makes that clear when comforting you- you’re not alone.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Knives has thought about the future- academics wise. Romance wasn’t really on his “list of things to think about,” as much as creating a stable life for himself and Vash if needed. He’s a young “adult” forced to grow up far too fast, and while he enjoys you, reveres you, cherishes you- he’s thought of other priorities. But, if he managed to sit down and think about it.. a future with you would be nice. He just doesn’t really know what that would look like yet.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Knives is a very dominant and imposing person, and he mostly knows what he wants and needs. He'll voice his opinions to you and (most of the time) will be direct with what he wants. He enjoys having a sense of control, so while he will do his best to listen to you, you will have to take the reigns of communication and remind him this is a two way street.

Your input for things (such as where you both should get takeout, where you'll study, etc) is very reasonable, so he won't be disagreeing unless he has good rhyme or reason.

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

When you do argue, like 90% of the time it’s because of him. You’re a good communicator in comparison to him, and while you’re patient with him sometimes things happen. Knives has a love hate relationship with his anger, because it’s what’s kept him alive, but it’s also what drives you away.

He’d plead for your forgiveness by leaving things at your door, such as snacks and food, letters and short texts wishing you well. Not that they sound tender, they’re abnormally stiff, just like the rest of his texts. You’ll have to initiate a meeting in person with him, he waits until you’re ready and he apologizes by silently murmuring, “I miss you” repeatedly into your hair as he holds you.

He’s sorry he’s like this.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Knives is for the most part, aware. He never wants to take you for granted, even though he does sometimes. After your first fight, he makes an effort to acknowledge what you do for him more often by being more reactive, thanking you more in the small ways he shows his love.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He has his own past, and he’s had his own struggles, they’re not really secret, but he doesn’t talk about it much. They certainly do define how he sees the world, and how he understands certain things and experiences along with aspects of his life, but they don’t necessarily define him as a person.

He’s always kept more to himself, and while the situations he’s been through certainly made that more extreme, he’s his own person regardless of his experiences. He doesn’t hide it from you, but it will take him awhile to say much about it to you. He doesn’t consider it to be too important towards your relationship- if you open up about any experiences you’ve had he’s most certainly willing to listen though.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You’ve definitely helped him become more touchy. Not with anyone else really, just you. You’ve also aided him in conveying his feelings, and he’s most certainly not proficient but you praise him for his progress.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Knives would hate to lose you- especially since you’re one of the few good things in his life besides his studies and Vash. He has very few people he prioritizes, but when he does, he loves with his whole heart and it terrifies him. If someone is going to take you away, he’s wary of them. He reminds himself that he can trust you- you reassure him on this every time you speak of your love for him, and if he communicates this or you pick up on it you’ll spoil him with extra affection.

But it takes him awhile to admit it, so how does he handle it? Shoving it into the recesses of his mind in hopes the problem won’t arise again. It’s been his response to such bothersome things for years now.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

The first kiss? I have yet to write that.. good idea. But it was an awkward mash of lips that led to embarrassment and regret until you spoke of it, reassuring him you’d like to kiss again. Later down the line in your relationship, he enjoys teasing you with a light brush of his lips until you’re beckoning him in for more, because god is he so sweet.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Beautiful, true genuine words that have been on simmering in his mind for awhile, on the tip of the tongue awaiting until they boil over. Until he can’t take it anymore. You’re so wonderful, so elegant, so sweet, so soft, and he yearns and longs for you- how could you keep teasing him and being on his mind all the time? It’s so aggravating, he needs you.

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Referring to “Dreams” up above, he hasn’t put much thought into it. The idea of marrying you someday doesn’t rest on his mind until it somehow does, whether it be by Vash’s joking comments or cheeky notes from Wolfwood, or even if it’s you that mentions it. It would be nice to permanently be with you, in such a way.

But right now? He’s got too much going on.

I do think that if he ever does propose, it would be thoughtful and full of small mementos from your relationship subtlety placed. Knives is a romantic, a poetic person, and he wants something of utmost importance such as a proposal to be meaningful. Because he loves you, irrevocably and deeply.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Being a true romantic, whenever he does use nicknames it would be, “dear,” or, “my dear.” If he’s feeling in a teasing mood, he’d murmur: “my darling…” against your skin, brushing past your ear as he continues to walk past you. Hallways are convenient like that, are they not?

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Denies. Deny. Deny. Deny. Deny.

Mutual pining is a phrase that perfectly describes your relationship with Knives, and as you enter a relationship with him down the line both of you realize:

“Wait that one time you- when you did that- it was because you liked me?”

“Yes, yes it was.” And the other sighs, an amused smile on their face.

Vash can tell, easily. Knives hides it pretty well at first, but he’s a total dork at heart. He’s so desperate for you- it’s so sweet.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their so in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Knives won’t hide your relationship- but he won’t particularly brandish it either. He’s got a sense of class and while showing you off on occasion is rather gratifying, it’s not something he does often. He’s not a very touchy person, and most of the time in public he’s not in a very touchy mood considering he’s usually in a work/school mindset. But he has his moments.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

There are a few I wanna say-

1. He’s intimidating. When someone won’t take your, “no,” as an answer, and even when you say, “I have a boyfriend,” and they continue?

That’s a moment where Knives has a glare meant to kill, arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you to his toned chest. You get surprised every time, but enjoy it endlessly.

2. He’s a good cook. He had to cook for Vash- Vash was normally too tired, and depressed back in highschool, especially when they started living together due to the accident. He’s a very domestic person, and cooking is a way to show he cares.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He’s very romantic. He’ll write letters when texts just don’t cover it, leaving them at your door. He memorized your classes, so he knows when you’re home and when you’re not. Thanks to @coffinbeananteiku , we know that Knives has troubles picking the color of a wax seal- he analyzes the colors, “red is too passionate”, “blue is too clean”, so he ends up deciding on black or white because they’re all the colors or the absence of color. He’s classic when it comes to romance, he’s truly a gentleman when he wants to be. Hangs up your coat for you, opens doors (of course he’ll make fun of you but that’s just the fun banter of it).

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He will admonish you for your goals if they’re unattainable or unrealistic. He worries and nags, and he’d rather you hate him than you get hurt. He doesn’t want you overworking yourself into your grave- he knows the feeling all too well.

He does believe you can do what you set your mind to though, you’re very determined, and he admires your passion.

Thrill- Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Knives needs routine. It’s what he’s most comfortable with and without it, he ends up overstimulated, distressed, and overwhelmed. (Reference autistic Knives tag). If you want to try something new, you’ll have to introduce it to him and give him time to think about it and adjust to the idea.

Understanding- How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He has troubles with empathy. Sometimes- he most definitely understands what hardships you’re going through, and sometimes all he can do is listen. That’s what he does regardless.

He knows you very well- he’s very observant and truly notices small shifts in behavior about the ones he cares about.

Value- How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth compared to other things in their life?

As much as it’s a hard pill to swallow, Knives will not drop everything for you. He won’t leave school, he won’t leave Vash, and he won’t leave the opportunities he has where he is now. Does he love you?.. yes. It takes him awhile to admit it, but yes. But he wouldn’t move countries for you or anything.

He wouldn’t leave in the middle of class if you wanted to see him, he’s occupied. He’ll see you afterwards- as much as he misses you dearly he has priorities.

Wild Card- a random fluff headcanon.

He cuddles with you by draping your legs over his on the couch, practically holding you in a bridal carry laid against him as he kisses your neck. This is also convenient for when you’re both body doubling.

XOXO- Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In private? He loves to- on some days. He can get overwhelmed by touch sometimes and it truly fluctuates. If you’re the same way he definitely understands, you don’t need touch to love someone. You don’t need to talk to love someone.

When you do cuddle though, he reveres you. You’re absolutely divine, a beautiful sight he holds tenderly.

Yearning- How will they cope when missing their partner?

Your smell. I truly believe he has a heightened sense of smell (#autistic knives tag) and he has some clothes you borrowed from him that have your smell. It comforts him, as he wears his petal cloak that definitely doesn’t smell like you.

If he’s desperate, he’ll read through your texts. Not sending anything- he doesn’t really know what to say. Perhaps a, “When will you be back?”

But if you don’t mind him touching you, he’ll hold you close the minute you’re in private together.

Zeal- Are they willing to go through great lengths for the relationship? If so, how far?

Referring back to “Value”, he does have other things he values, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. He’d escort you wherever as long as it didn’t clash with his schedule, he’d give you snacks (because you don’t seem to take care of yourself well enough, ugh), and he’d do many more small things for you.

Since this is a college au, no, he wouldn’t kill for you, and no, he wouldn’t destroy the world for you. But he certainly will cherish you- and while he messes up sometimes he does truly try to make up for it. He feels he’s not enough for you- you’re so soft and tender and he’s rough and jagged, unable to understand. He would treat you well though, and he makes a genuine effort.

Nai Saverem is in love with you.

[hsrblake]

Arranged Marriage To Cooper Howard Female OC Character Serena

+ Serena is very beautiful woman in her kingdom this one day her life was changed when her father introduced her to king Cooper he was smitten for her love at first sight over time Cooper keeps thinking of her and wants her and Serena's father sees Cooper's attraction for her so he gives Serena to him in arranged marriage.

+ Serena's father allowed Cooper to have her he knows he can provide for her and has power.

+ Let's say Serena runs off Cooper will find her and abduct her which leads to Cooper bride kidnapping her and abducts the woman he wishes to marry by the groom to be for Serena to lose her virginity to Cooper eventually and The future bride Serena has no choice in most circumstances but to accept at over time this point she has lost her virginity to him.

+ If she rejects and refuses him Cooper unwilling to believe that Serena said can go on without him to the point of keeping her with him despite him getting irritated and frustrated he believes Serena will eventually love him when she does it be so worth it because of his hard work.

+ So how Cooper displays his devotion is through like making food/meals for Serena and so on Cooper may also revolve their thoughts, interests, and passions.

+ When Serena does get married to him he wastes no time in wanting a son with her and so on.

+ The passion with Cooper is rough but intense its how he is he loves being dominant and in control.

+ Cooper when he says something Serena should do it Cooper while he loves getting his buttons pushed if it's playful if not hates his buttons being pushed and get ready for his wrath/punishments.

+ Yes Cooper can have a temper at times so Serena has to tend to his needs to calm or soothe him it depends what it is.

+ At first Serena rejects him like I said but over time she grows to like him she even talks with him about things she even love when he gets protective for her.

+ Cooper sometimes buys her things to make her feel special but he loves making things for her more because he loves her reaction to it.

+ Cooper's kisses are rough and demanding.

+ Cooper's pet names for her are Sugur, Princess, Doll, and Angel.

[multifandomslxt]

Kink speckal

Changbin - skz

Doyoung - NCT

WOOZI - SVT

Girl I ran here. I hope I did it right

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Three tickets for the Kink Special

Changbin - Stray Kids (skz)

A Dom-leaning switch- Depends on his partner.

Size Kink- Now let's not lie to ourselves, we know this man isn't the tallest. so we can cross out the height difference as a huge motivator for this. Instead, I'm talking muscle-wise. He fucking knows he could manhandle the fuck outta you. Whether, fat, chubby, slim, or thick honey he'll fuck your life up and you'll love it. His thick muscular arm wrapped around your pretty little neck. Don't even get me started on how he loses it over the difference of your thighs compared to his.

Erotic Asphyxiation/Breath play- This ties in with his obsession with Chocking his partner and having his partner sit on his face so he can eat them out (let's not debate on that because we know it's true). Something about not being able to breathe while he brings you to a climax is enough to make him cum. You can hear him groaning as he begins to fight for breath but he doesn't let up cuz he knows he can last a little longer. Until he's light-headed and dazed. Be warned though this isn't something he'd want earlier in the relationship because breath play is dangerous if not done properly.

Edging/Orgasm Control- he loves to edge and he loves to be edged. The way your body jolts and your eyes widen as you're denied another orgasm does nothing to help his erection but that won't stop him from laughing at you and calling you every derogatory name in the book. Him on the other hand, he'll never admit it but he loves being edged because it makes the actual orgasm more intense and baby his whimpers are to die for. His begging, his cute little jolts as you deny him another one whewwww.

Doyoung- NCT

Dominant- He prefers it that way.

Sadism- oh yeah. Look at his face, that's the face of a sadist honey. He fucks with your head until you cry. and then fucks with you some more. Love the physical aspect of sadism too but he's strict on it. Yeah, it's gotta hurt but not to the point where you don't find pleasure in it at all. In short, he plays it safe with the physical aspect, as safe as can be that is. Nipple clamps, labia/lip clamps, wax, floggers, etc. Even if he doesn't have them on him he'll get creative.

Degradation and Praise- He mixes the two. Believe it or not, he thinks just saying one is either too nice or too mean (Ironic because he is a sadist). His interests often conflict with each other but that's because with him you never know exactly what you're going to get that day. However, here's a tip if he degrades before he praises - "My Slutty Princess"-it's rough but if he praises before he degrades- " My Pretty little slut"- it's not quite vanilla but it's as calm as could be. Note though I wrote "My" for both... if there is ever a situation where he doesn't say "My" ensure that you have medication for migraines because he's going to make you cry until you get one.

Sensory Deprivation- Specifically, Blindfolding. He enjoys doing it to his partner but he enjoys it more when it's done to him. Not seeing increases his hearing and feeling. Hearing the pretty moans that level your mouth as he continues his thrusts and memorizes your body over and over with his fingertips. He can feel with his entire being the way your walls clench around him and he has goosebumps all over r his body. Note, this is reserved for when y'all are about to finish a session though because he cums fast like this.

Woozi- SEVENTEEN (SVT)

Dominant- Argue with a wall.

Consensual S*mnophilia- He always comes home late from the studio. When he does, You're already asleep and so he just takes this time to fuck you senseless while you sleep. Simple as that, He's a simple man. There are rare times he will wake you mostly because he loves being able to position your sleeping body however he likes.

Consensual Voyeurism- I guarantee you he doesn't even know that his actions have a name. Spies on you when you're in the shower and jerks off to it. Records a good number of your sessions and then jerks off to the video. Makes you play with yourself so he can jerk off in front of you. When you play with yourself in front of him he tells you what to do so he can push your limits. Dildos and vibrators galore. It makes the entire act more intense and he livessssss for that.

Breath play- 100%. He uses his hands to cover his partner's nose and mouth. He's not a fan of choking because he knows he can get carried away. He does it while he's being rough just so it can be a little more maddening. That huge gasp for air you take when he lifts his hands simply encourages him to do it again. he definitely does it when you're about to cum. Kinda like sensory deprivation but instead of the senses, it's your breathing. Either way, it makes your orgasm last longer and makes it more intense.

Hope you enjoyed this slxtty ride!

Do cum again<3

[aidonotknow]

That is a interesting theory! But my thoughts went in different directions.

Considering the plots of the 98 and 23 animations, my theory/headcanon is that humans have indeed changed - becoming more and more biologically similar to plant, because this is the reason why plant were created.

If it is for unlimited energy, there is no reason for humans to create "humanoid" biobatteries and cause ethical problems. The reason why plant is in human form is because what those scientists originally wanted to creat was actually the "spare body", and it's the ageless body.

We can see that they already got the technology for full-body prosthetics. As long as the rejection problem is overcome, humans can be directly transplanted into plant.

This is why the 23plant is considered "soulless", and every version of the plant remains dormant, because they are deliberately prevented from producing "life" or "consciousness". So plants have human appearances, good-looking faces, and are all female. The reason is the same as Jurassic Park (?

However, the problem of transplant rejection cannot be solved, so the by-product: the huge energy that keeps cells from aging, is instead used as a biological battery.

Therefore, as soon as Tesla, an Independent that is more similar to humans and can leave the life-sustaining light bulb, appears, scientists of SEED are eager to conduct radical experiments.

As long as it's proven that the two organisms are compatible, it will be a major breakthrough for mankind. But there are obviously still obstacles. What happened to Tesla may be severe transplant rejection.

As the article quoted at the beginning said, the earth may have achieved some kind of balance or compromise. Even when the emotions were intense, Chronica did not attack Knives with her A. arm but with machinery. Maybe it's not that she avoided using plant's power attack, she just can't use it.

23Dr. continued this plan with the consent of Knives (don't know why). They approached this from two aspects:

Eye of Michael: Modify human beings and adapt them to plant cells.

Elendira: A literal human-plant hybrid.

The MangaDr. has no obvious achievements in this regard, also his relationship with EOM is not very close. The specialized bodies of members of GHG may have been modified by him, such as Dominic's hypnotic eye, which is obviously From Transplant; The giantess carrying Legato's Coffin; Gauntlet and 9 Lives, etc.

MangaEl was very disdainful of EOM modified people, not sure if it was because she was born with plant cells.

Regarding Legato, because it is not certain when he was picked up by Knives, the inferences that can be made are limited:

98L- Perhaps because the action of transplanting an arm is so strange, most people are not aware of something even more abnormal - that is a cross-species transplant, and it seems that not only did Legato not have any rejection reactions, he also adapted very well - That means that there is little biological difference between legato and plant/Independent.

(I felt... uncanny, when I thought that he and plant twins would have no problem donating blood to each other)

23L- There may not be a transplant, but genetic modification or mutation, and NL's acquired environment caused him to directly evolve powers similar to those of a plant.

MangaL- We know His physique is better than that of ordinary humans, his "thread" ability, he can sense Knives and he "will lose to Vash"... But none of them can be explained😅 Also we can say Dr. attaches great importance to him. After Legato had his limbs chopped off by Knives, he tried to save Legato even though Knives might be displeased, risked being fired by Vash's A. Arm, even if he couldn't lift Legato.

Taken together, I guess Legato is a new human being born accidentally, and it is also evidence that humans and plants will one day become the same species. This is not man-made, but it is a victory for mankind. 23Dr's human experiments are based on him as a model, and Dr. therefore claims that he "chose human"... If they are still human by then.

Legato existence also subverted Knives' biological determinism, but for some reason Knives did not kill Legato as soon as possible. Contrary to his words, his actions not only did not dislike the human-plant blend theory, but supported it. Again, I don't know why. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[storiednhappy]

Miller's Creek Police (Nerd -> Cop, Fertility, Domination)

NOW INCLUDES CHAPTERS 8-11 and more interesting language.

**Chapter 1: The Escape**

Jason Meyer had always been the odd one out in his small rural hometown of Miller's Creek. Thin, nerdy, and introverted, he spent most of his time buried in books or tinkering with his computer. The other kids at school teased him relentlessly, calling him "Twiggy" and "Geek Boy," and his only solace was his dream of escaping to a place where he could truly belong.

The day he received his acceptance letter to a prestigious university in the city, Jason felt like he had won the lottery. It was his ticket out, his chance to reinvent himself. He packed his bags and left Miller's Creek without looking back, eager to shed his small-town skin and embrace the possibilities of a brighter future.

City life was everything he had hoped for. Jason thrived in his new environment, immersing himself in his studies and enjoying the freedom to be himself without judgment. He made friends with people who shared his interests and discovered a world of opportunities that he never knew existed.

But life has a way of taking unexpected turns. One evening, while Jason was attending a lecture on cyber security, he met a man named Richard. Richard was charismatic, confident, and seemed to have all the answers. He was part of a private security firm and was recruiting for a special program that promised to teach participants valuable skills in self-defense, discipline, and leadership.

Intrigued by the idea of becoming more assertive and confident, Jason signed up for the program. The training was intense, far beyond anything he had experienced before. Early morning runs, grueling workouts, and strict dietary regimens became his new routine. Jason struggled at first, his body aching from the unfamiliar exertion, but Richard was always there, pushing him to go further, to be better.

As the weeks turned into months, Jason noticed changes in himself. He was gaining muscle, and his once pale skin was now tanned from hours spent outdoors. The nerdy, bookish persona was fading, replaced by someone who was stronger, more confident, and more disciplined. Richard became a mentor and a friend, guiding Jason through the transformation with unwavering support.

What Jason didn't realize was that the program was more than just physical training. It was designed to reshape his mind as well. Subtle messages about patriotism, duty, and obedience were woven into every aspect of the training. Lectures on history and politics emphasized a particular worldview, one that aligned with Richard's beliefs. Jason, eager to belong and please his mentor, absorbed these lessons without question.

By the time the training program ended, Jason was a changed man. He had bulked up significantly, his body now muscular and strong. His shoulders had broadened significantly, giving him a more imposing presence, and his chest was thick and solid, a testament to the countless push-ups and bench presses he had endured. His arms, once spindly, were now thick with muscle, veins prominent beneath the skin. His legs, too, had transformed, becoming powerful and sturdy, capable of enduring long runs and heavy lifting. Along with the muscle, a layer of fat had developed, giving him a softer, more robust appearance. His belly, no longer flat, had a noticeable roundness, adding to his overall bulk. His genitals had also grown; his penis had thickened and lengthened slightly, but it was his balls that had seen the most significant change. They had become larger and heavier, a fact that he noted with a mix of pride and curiosity.  His confidence had grown, and he found himself agreeing with the principles and values that Richard had instilled in him. He no longer felt like the awkward outsider he once was; he had found his place in a brotherhood of like-minded individuals.

When Richard offered Jason a position at his security firm, Jason accepted without hesitation. He trained further, specializing in firearms and tactical operations, and soon became one of the firm's top operatives. The once passive, skinny nerd had been transformed into a disciplined, patriotic, and obedient officer, ready to serve and protect.

His new conservative ideals were deeply ingrained, shaped by the intense training and indoctrination he had undergone. He believed strongly in the importance of law and order, convinced that a strict adherence to rules and regulations was essential for a stable society. He held a fierce patriotism, viewing any criticism of his country as a personal affront. Jay now saw traditional gender roles as not just preferable but necessary, believing that men should be strong providers and protectors while women should focus on home and family. Privately, he harbored a sense of superiority over those who did not share his beliefs, viewing them as weak or misguided. He felt that those who didn't conform to his ideals should be corrected or, if necessary, marginalized to maintain societal order. These were thoughts he would never voice openly, knowing that they would be controversial, but they guided his actions and decisions nonetheless.

As the years passed, Jason found himself missing the simplicity of small-town life. He had changed, but the memories of Miller's Creek still lingered. One day, after much contemplation, he decided to move back to his hometown. This time, he was returning not as the awkward outsider, but as someone who had found his purpose and place in the world.

Miller's Creek had not changed much, but Jason had. He was no longer the skinny nerd who had left years ago. He was now Officer Meyer, a confident, disciplined, and patriotic man, ready to protect and serve his community. And as he settled back into the familiar surroundings of his childhood, he realized that he finally fit in perfectly.

**Chapter 1A: The Transformation**

Jason Meyer signed up for Richard’s special program with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The promise of becoming more assertive and confident was alluring, but the path to get there seemed daunting. The program began with an intensive orientation that laid out the rigorous schedule ahead. Early mornings, strict diets, and demanding physical training were the core components, but the underlying psychological aspect was more subtle.

The first week was a shock to Jason’s system. Accustomed to a sedentary lifestyle, his body struggled to keep up with the early morning runs and intense workouts. The instructors, all former military personnel, were relentless, pushing him and the other recruits to their limits. Each day began with a 5 a.m. wake-up call, followed by a series of exercises designed to build strength, endurance, and discipline.

In addition to physical training, the program included lectures on various subjects. History, politics, and philosophy were taught from a specific perspective, emphasizing patriotism, duty, and obedience. These sessions were designed to reshape the recruits' minds as well as their bodies. Richard himself led many of these lectures, his charismatic presence and authoritative tone captivating his audience. He spoke passionately about the importance of protecting one's country, the value of discipline, and the honor in serving a greater cause.

Nutrition was another critical component of the program. The recruits were placed on a strict diet designed to maximize muscle gain and overall health. Jason found himself consuming vast quantities of protein-rich foods, along with supplements that promised to enhance his physical performance. However, the diet was also high in calories, and as Jason’s muscles grew, so did his overall size. He began to put on weight, not just muscle, but a noticeable layer of fat as well.

The physical changes were dramatic. Jason’s once thin frame filled out, his arms and legs bulking up with muscle while his belly grew softer and rounder. His face, once gaunt, now had a fuller, healthier look. His body, which had always been a source of insecurity, was transforming into something strong and imposing. Yet, with this new mass came a newfound sense of power and confidence.

As the months passed, Jason adapted to the program's demands. He pushed through the pain and exhaustion, motivated by Richard’s constant encouragement and the camaraderie he found with his fellow recruits. They bonded over shared struggles and triumphs, forming a brotherhood that reinforced the values being instilled in them. Each small victory—running a faster mile, lifting heavier weights, mastering a tactical maneuver—boosted Jason’s confidence and reinforced his commitment to the program.

The psychological aspect of the training was equally effective. The lectures and discussions subtly shifted Jason’s worldview. The constant reinforcement of certain ideals—patriotism, obedience, and the importance of discipline—began to take root in his mind. He started to see the world through the lens Richard provided, adopting the firm’s values as his own.

The training wasn’t without its challenges. There were moments of doubt and frustration, times when Jason wondered if he could keep up or if he was truly cut out for this new life. But Richard was always there, a steady presence who believed in Jason even when he doubted himself. Richard’s unwavering support and the sense of purpose the program provided kept Jason going, pushing him to surpass his limits and embrace the transformation.

By the end of the program, Jason was barely recognizable as the skinny, nerdy kid who had arrived months earlier. He had become a powerful, confident, and disciplined man, his body muscular yet soft with a layer of fat that added to his imposing presence. His mind, once filled with doubts and insecurities, was now focused and resolute. He was ready to take on the challenges ahead, fully embracing his new identity and the values instilled in him.

As he looked at himself in the mirror, Jason saw not just the physical changes but the complete transformation of who he was. The program had reshaped him in every way possible, preparing him for a future that, just months ago, he couldn’t have imagined. He was ready to step into his new role with pride and confidence, knowing he had the strength and determination to succeed.

**Chapter 2: Returning Home**

Jason Meyer’s return to Miller’s Creek was nothing short of transformative. The man who stepped off the bus bore little resemblance to the skinny, nerdy kid who had left years ago. Clad in his crisp, navy-blue uniform, he stood tall and broad, exuding an aura of confidence and authority. His once angular face was now round and firm, with a jawline softened by the extra weight he carried. His body had filled out significantly, combining the bulk of hard-earned muscle with a substantial layer of fat that added to his imposing figure.

As he walked through the familiar streets of his hometown, heads turned. Some recognized him immediately, their eyes widening in surprise at the dramatic change. Others did a double-take, unsure if this was the same Jason they had once known. The whispers and glances didn’t bother him; he welcomed them. It was a stark contrast to the indifference or ridicule he had faced growing up.

Jason’s first stop was the local diner, a place that held many memories from his youth. The bell above the door jingled as he entered, and the familiar scent of fried food and coffee filled the air. The chatter of patrons fell silent as all eyes turned to him. Behind the counter, old Mrs. Harper squinted, her expression shifting from confusion to recognition.

“Jason Meyer? Is that really you?” she asked, her voice a mix of astonishment and warmth.

Jason smiled and nodded. “It’s me, Mrs. Harper. Good to see you.”

“Well, I’ll be,” she said, her eyes scanning his transformed physique. “You’ve certainly changed. What brings you back to Miller’s Creek?”

Jason took a seat at the counter, the vinyl stool creaking under his weight. “I’ve come back to serve the community,” he replied. “Joined the police force.”

Mrs. Harper’s eyes lit up with approval. “Well, we’re lucky to have you. This town could use someone like you.”

As he sat there, enjoying a hearty meal, Jason reflected on how far he had come. The training program had not only reshaped his body but had also instilled in him a deep sense of duty and belonging. He felt a connection to Miller’s Creek that he hadn’t before, a desire to protect and serve the community that had once seemed so alien to him.

Settling into his new role as a police officer, Jason quickly became a familiar and respected figure in Miller’s Creek. His discipline and dedication earned him the admiration of his colleagues and the trust of the townspeople. The once passive and introverted boy was now a man of action, ready to step in and make a difference whenever needed.

Despite his newfound acceptance, Jason found particular pleasure in asserting his dominance in more subtle ways. One of his favorite places to do this was the town gym. He loved the feeling of walking through the locker room, naked and unashamed, his massive frame on full display. He didn’t bother with the privacy of a shower stall; instead, he chose to shower in the open, relishing the way his body attracted attention.

Jay’s genitals were a sight to behold. His massively long penis smacked off each of his thighs as he walked, a clear demonstration of his physical prowess. When he washed his testicles, it looked like he was holding plums in his large, powerful hands. The other men in the locker room couldn’t help but glance his way, their expressions a mix of envy and awe.

As Jay moved between the shower and his locker, he took his time, not just to clean himself but to display his dominance. He stood tall and confident, his every movement deliberate. The locker room, once a place of vulnerability, was now his domain. His presence was commanding, a silent assertion of his superiority over the other men.

One day, as Jay was finishing his shower, a group of younger men entered the locker room. They froze for a moment, their eyes widening at the sight of Jay’s imposing figure. He turned slowly, giving them a full view of his body, and then continued washing, unbothered by their presence. The younger men quickly looked away, their conversations hushed, a clear sign of the respect and intimidation Jay commanded.

These moments in the locker room were more than just a display of physical dominance; they were a way for Jay to reinforce his place in the community. He was no longer the skinny, nerdy outsider; he was Officer Jay, a man of strength and authority. His body, now thick and powerful, was a testament to his journey and transformation. And in the quiet, steam-filled space of the gym locker room, he reveled in the respect and recognition he had earned.

Jay’s assertion of dominance extended beyond the locker room. He carried himself with a confidence that permeated every aspect of his life. His conservative ideals, deeply ingrained through his training, guided his actions and interactions. He believed in traditional values, the importance of law and order, and the necessity of maintaining societal hierarchies. These beliefs were not always spoken aloud, but they were evident in the way he conducted himself and the decisions he made.

Jay’s return to Miller’s Creek was a testament to his transformation, both physically and ideologically. He had become a figure of strength and stability, a protector of the community. And in every stride, every gesture, he reaffirmed his place, no longer feeling like an outsider but as a central and respected figure in the town he once sought to escape.

**Chapter 3: The Neighborhood Watch**

Officer Jay, as Jason Meyer was now known, quickly became a popular figure in Miller’s Creek. His regular patrols took him through the winding streets of the town, where he greeted residents with a friendly nod or a warm smile. Among those who appreciated his presence the most were the housewives of Miller’s Creek. Many of them, like Jay, carried the extra weight that came with the comforts of small-town living, and they found a sense of camaraderie in his company.

Jay’s reputation for being helpful and approachable made him a favorite among these women. He was always ready to lend a hand, whether it was helping with groceries, offering a reassuring word, or, more often, checking on concerns about possible intruders. The housewives would often call him, their voices tinged with a mix of fear and excitement, asking him to come over and ensure their homes were safe.

One afternoon, as Jay was finishing his patrol, he received a call from Mrs. Thompson, a plump and cheerful woman in her late twenties. She sounded genuinely concerned, mentioning noises she had heard upstairs in her bedroom.

“Officer Jay, could you come by and check it out? I’m home alone, and it’s making me nervous,” she said.

Jay assured her he’d be right over and made his way to her house. Upon arriving, he was greeted with a warm smile and a plate of freshly baked cookies. Mrs. Thompson led him inside, her soft frame moving with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. As they walked upstairs, Jay listened carefully, his senses alert for any sign of trouble.

Entering the bedroom, Jay took his time to inspect every corner, checking the windows and closets with professional thoroughness. Mrs. Thompson hovered nearby, watching him with a mix of admiration and gratitude. When he was satisfied that there was no intruder, he turned to her with a reassuring smile.

“Everything looks fine, Mrs. Thompson. You’re safe,” he said, his voice calm and steady.

Mrs. Thompson sighed with relief. “Thank you, Officer Jay. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Jay stayed for a few more minutes, chatting and making sure she felt secure before leaving. As he resumed his patrol, he couldn’t help but smile. These interactions, while part of his duty, also brought him a sense of connection and satisfaction. He enjoyed being someone the community could rely on, especially when it came to making them feel safe in their own homes.

Word of Jay’s helpfulness spread, and soon he found himself regularly invited into the homes of other housewives, each with their own concerns and requests. They appreciated his presence and the attention he paid to their worries. His polite demeanor and willingness to assist endeared him to many, and they often found reasons to call on him, whether real or imagined.

One evening, as Jay was getting ready to end his shift, he received another call, this time from Mrs. Patterson. She was a large, jovial young woman who had always been kind to him. She mentioned hearing strange noises coming from her attic and asked if he could come by to check it out.

Jay arrived at her home to find Mrs. Patterson waiting for him at the door. She led him inside, her ample frame jiggling slightly as she moved. They climbed up to the attic, where Jay once again conducted a thorough search. As he reassured Mrs. Patterson that there was no danger, she expressed her gratitude with a warm hug, her soft body pressing against his.

These encounters became a regular part of Jay’s routine. He knew some of the calls were simply excuses to see him, but he didn’t mind. He enjoyed the company and the chance to make these women feel safe and valued. Each visit reinforced his connection to the community and strengthened his sense of belonging.

Over time, Jay’s popularity grew, and he became a cherished figure in Miller’s Creek. The housewives appreciated his presence, and he relished the opportunity to be a source of comfort and protection. In their eyes, he wasn’t just an officer; he was a friend and a guardian, always ready to help and ensure their peace of mind.

As he patrolled the streets, Jay felt a deep sense of fulfillment. He had found his place in Miller’s Creek, and the respect and admiration he received from the community were more than he could have ever hoped for. The once passive, skinny nerd had truly transformed into a figure of strength and security, beloved by those he served.

**Chapter 4: Secret Duties**

Officer Jay's popularity in Miller's Creek continued to grow, but it wasn't just his role as a protector that endeared him to the housewives of the town. Beneath the surface of his regular duties lay a secret purpose, one that he had been subtly trained for by Coach Dick during his transformative program. This purpose was known only to a select few and involved a clandestine mission: to help increase the town's population.

Jay’s rigorous training had instilled in him a sense of duty and obedience, and this extended to his reproductive role. Coach Dick had emphasized the importance of this mission, explaining how vital it was for the community's future. The training included not just physical conditioning but also psychological reinforcement, ensuring that Jay embraced this responsibility with pride and dedication.

The housewives, many of whom had become close to Jay, were aware of this hidden purpose. Their requests for his presence often went beyond mere safety checks. These women, whose husbands were often unable or unwilling to have more children, saw in Jay a chance to fulfill their desires and continue their families. Jay, in turn, took his role seriously, understanding that his actions were for the greater good of Miller’s Creek.

One evening, as Jay was finishing his patrol, he received a call from Mrs. Thompson. She had become one of the most vocal about her appreciation for Jay's presence and had hinted several times about her deeper wishes. This time, her voice carried a different tone, a mix of urgency and anticipation.

“Officer Jay, could you come by? I think there might be an intruder,” she said, her voice soft yet insistent.

Jay arrived at her house promptly. Mrs. Thompson greeted him at the door, her eyes conveying more than just concern about a potential break-in. She led him upstairs, her hand lingering on his arm as they walked. Once in the bedroom, Jay began his usual inspection, but it was clear from Mrs. Thompson’s body language that this was about more than security.

“Officer Jay,” she said softly, “I know why you’re really here. I need your help… in a way that only you can provide.”

Jay turned to face her, understanding fully what she meant. His training had prepared him for this moment, and he felt a deep sense of duty and pride. Mrs. Thompson’s eyes were filled with a mixture of hope and desire, and Jay nodded, ready to fulfill his secret purpose.

They moved to her bed with a sense of abandon, their bodies entwined in a fervent dance of need and fulfillment. Jay's movements were driven by a powerful urge, each thrust deliberate and strong. Mrs. Thompson responded with equal fervor, her voice rising in uncontrolled gasps and moans. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she surrendered to the intensity of the moment.

When Jay finally finished, Mrs. Thompson was left dripping with his seed, the evidence of their union far too copious to remain contained within her. It flowed out of her, soaking the sheets and her thighs. Her body quivered with the aftershocks of their encounter, her breath coming in ragged gasps. As she lay there, her voice spilled out in almost uncontrollable praise.

“Oh, Jay,” she murmured, her words tumbling over each other. “This was so much better than anything my husband could have ever done. You make me feel alive, needed.”

Jay listened, his chest swelling with a mixture of pride and fulfillment. This was more than just a duty; it was a profound connection that validated his role. He knew this would not be the only time he would visit Mrs. Thompson, and the thought filled him with a deep sense of purpose.

Their encounters became a regular part of Jay’s secret duties. Each visit was a reaffirmation of his mission, a chance to bring new life and joy into the homes of Miller’s Creek. The housewives welcomed him with open arms, their gratitude and desire palpable. Jay’s role was not just to protect but to nurture, ensuring that the community he served continued to thrive and grow.

The sense of abandon with which they bred in her bed was mirrored in his visits to other homes. Each encounter was unique, yet all shared the same intensity and purpose. Jay’s presence brought comfort and hope, his actions leaving a lasting impact on the women and the community as a whole. As the town’s population grew, so did the appreciation for Officer Jay, whose secret duties were the foundation of Miller’s Creek’s renewal.

**Chapter 5: Tales of Secret Duties**

Officer Jay’s secret duties took on a rhythm of their own, woven seamlessly into his daily routine. Each encounter was unique, yet they all shared a common thread: a deep, unspoken understanding between Jay and the housewives who sought his help. These stories of his secret duties became a series of intimate chapters in the quiet life of Miller’s Creek.

One such story began on a warm summer evening. Jay received a call from Mrs. Reynolds, a widow who had always been kind and welcoming to him. Her voice on the phone was filled with nervous excitement as she spoke about strange noises in her attic. Jay arrived promptly, his presence immediately calming her nerves.

As they climbed the narrow stairs to the attic, Mrs. Reynolds stayed close to Jay, her hand lightly touching his arm. Once they reached the top, Jay began his usual inspection. He could feel her eyes on him, watching his every move. When he turned to reassure her that everything was fine, she stepped closer, her intentions clear.

“Officer Jay,” she said softly, “I know why you’re really here. I need your help… in a way that only you can provide.”

Jay nodded, understanding her need for companionship and the continuation of her family’s legacy. He began to undress methodically, each piece of clothing carefully placed to the side as Mrs. Reynolds watched, her breath hitching with anticipation. Once he was fully undressed, he approached her with a sense of purpose, his hands gently but firmly guiding her as they lay down together on the attic floor. Their encounter was tender and meaningful, filled with a sense of purpose. Mrs. Reynolds’s gratitude was immense, and as Jay left her home, he felt a deep satisfaction knowing he had fulfilled his duty.

Another memorable encounter involved Mrs. Garcia, a lively woman with a warm smile and a kind heart. She had called Jay to her home late one night, claiming to hear strange sounds coming from her basement. Jay arrived to find her waiting at the door, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

As they descended into the basement, Mrs. Garcia stayed close, her nervousness evident. Jay conducted his search thoroughly, but it was clear that Mrs. Garcia’s real concern lay elsewhere. When he turned to reassure her, she reached out, her hand gently touching his.

“Officer Jay, I need your help,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “My husband and I have been trying to have another child, but it hasn’t been easy. I need you.”

Jay felt a surge of purpose as he responded to her need. He quickly began to undress, his movements confident and assured, each article of clothing falling to the basement floor. Mrs. Garcia’s eyes followed his every move, her anticipation growing. He approached her with determination, lifting her onto a workbench and positioning himself between her legs. Their time together was filled with a deep connection, both understanding the importance of their actions. Mrs. Garcia’s appreciation was evident, and as Jay left, he knew he had brought hope into her home.

Mrs. Thompson, Mrs. Reynolds, Mrs. Garcia—each woman had her own story, her own reason for seeking Jay’s help. They all shared a common desire: the hope of bringing new life into the world when their husbands couldn’t. Jay’s role in these encounters was not just physical but deeply emotional, offering comfort, hope, and the promise of a future.

One afternoon, Jay received a call from Mrs. Patel, a reserved woman who rarely sought help from anyone. Her voice on the phone was filled with anxiety as she spoke about noises in her backyard. Jay arrived to find her standing on her porch, her eyes wide with worry.

As they walked through the yard, Mrs. Patel stayed close, her unease palpable. Jay conducted his search with his usual thoroughness, but it became clear that her fears were more about loneliness and the desire for another child. When he turned to reassure her, she looked at him with a mix of hope and desperation.

“Officer Jay,” she said quietly, “I’ve been feeling so alone. My husband and I have been trying to have another child, but it hasn’t been working. Can you help me?”

Jay nodded, understanding her need. He began to undress slowly, each piece of clothing carefully removed and placed aside. Mrs. Patel watched, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and gratitude. Once he was fully undressed, he led her gently to the ground, their bodies coming together with a sense of shared purpose. Their encounter was filled with a sense of purpose, both knowing the importance of their actions. Mrs. Patel’s gratitude was profound, and as Jay left, he felt a deep sense of fulfillment.

These encounters, each unique and meaningful, became a regular part of Jay’s life. He embraced his secret duties with pride, knowing that he was making a significant impact on the community. The housewives’ gratitude and the new lives he helped bring into the world were a testament to his dedication and the success of his mission.

Jay’s secret duties were not just about fulfilling his role but about forming deep connections and bringing hope to those who needed it most. Each story was a chapter in the larger narrative of Miller’s Creek, a town that flourished under his watchful eye and caring presence.

Chapter 6: The Baby Boom

Miller’s Creek was experiencing a renaissance, a baby boom that had not been seen in decades. The signs of new life were everywhere: expectant mothers with widening hips, the sound of children’s laughter in the streets, and the bustling activity of families growing and thriving. At the heart of this transformation was Officer Jay, whose secret duties had played a pivotal role in this remarkable change.

As the town flourished, the bars and bowling leagues became the go-to places for the men of Miller’s Creek. Husbands, proud and content, gathered to share stories and enjoy each other’s company, their spirits lifted by the joy and fulfillment their families were experiencing. The camaraderie among them was palpable, each man knowing that their wives were happy and their homes were secure, thanks in no small part to Officer Jay.

Jay himself was a constant presence in the community, his duties extending far beyond his secret visits. He ensured that the town remained safe, patrolling the streets with vigilance and care. The respect and admiration he received from the townspeople were well-earned, as his dedication and hard work were evident in every interaction.

But Jay was not alone in his mission. He had a partner now, another young conservative cop who had been trained by Coach Dick. Officer Brian was as dedicated and disciplined as Jay, having undergone the same rigorous training program. The two men worked seamlessly together, their shared values and purpose creating a formidable team.

Officer Brian, like Jay, had embraced the dual role of protector and secret benefactor. His presence in the community brought a new level of security and reassurance. The housewives, already grateful for Jay’s help, welcomed Brian with open arms, knowing that the town’s future was in capable hands.

One evening, as Jay and Brian were finishing their patrol, they stopped by the local bar. The place was filled with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses, a testament to the happiness and prosperity that had taken root in Miller’s Creek. The men at the bar greeted them with hearty handshakes and pats on the back, their gratitude evident.

“Officer Jay, Officer Brian, good to see you both!” called out Mr. Jenkins, a local farmer whose wife was expecting their third child. “You two are doing a great job keeping this town safe.”

Jay and Brian exchanged smiles, their pride evident. Just the night before, they had been at the Jenkins’ home, fulfilling their secret duties. Mrs. Jenkins, a stunning woman with curves that had only grown softer and more enticing with each passing month, had welcomed them eagerly. Her once firm body had transformed, her hips widening and her ass becoming plumper and more inviting. Jay and Brian had commented on how much bigger and softer she had become since their last visit, their hands roaming over her lush curves as they prepared to breed her once more.

Mrs. Jenkins was a vision, her body ripe with fertility. Her skin glowed, and her eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and desire. She had a beauty that was undeniable, and her husband, busy with his work and social engagements, was completely oblivious to the passion and life that she radiated. Jay and Brian, however, were acutely aware, and they took their time appreciating every inch of her.

They had taken turns and then switched back and forth effortlessly, their movements synchronized as they spit-roasted her, filling her with the promise of new life. Mrs. Jenkins responded to their touch with fervor, her moans filling the room as she reveled in the attention and care she received from the two officers. It was a scene of pure, unadulterated passion, her body yielding to their ministrations as they ensured that their mission was fulfilled.

Jay marveled at how gorgeous Mrs. Jenkins was, her soft curves a testament to the life they were helping to create. Brian, equally captivated, whispered praises into her ear, their words blending with the sounds of their efforts. They admired how her ass had become a perfect cushion of softness, their hands gripping her ample flesh as they moved in tandem. The contrast between her husband’s neglect and their own attentive care was stark, and it fueled their determination to give her everything she needed.

As they sat at the bar, these memories were fresh in their minds. They knew that their work was having a profound impact on the town, and the gratitude they received was a testament to that. Jay and Brian’s partnership was more than just a professional alliance; it was a shared mission to ensure that Miller’s Creek remained a place where families could grow and flourish.

Their work was never done, but the rewards were immense. With every new life brought into the world, every smile and word of thanks, they knew they were making a lasting difference. The baby boom had brought renewed life and joy to the community, and at the center of it all were two young officers whose secret duties had changed the course of their town.

**Chapter 7: Reflections at the Bar**

Officer Jay and his partner, Officer Brian, sat at the bar, enjoying the lively atmosphere that had become a staple of their evenings. The bar was a hub of activity, filled with the laughter and camaraderie of the town's men who gathered after long days of work. It was a place where they could unwind, share stories, and enjoy each other's company.

As Jay took a sip of his drink, he looked around the room. The men were in high spirits, oblivious to the secret life that had transformed their town. Each face told a story—of hard work, of community, of a simple, contented existence. Yet, beneath the surface of their jovial conversations and hearty laughter, there was an unspoken truth that only Jay and Brian knew.

The irony was palpable. Many of these men, who laughed and toasted to their good fortunes, were unaware that the children their wives were expecting had not come from their own loins. As they bowled strikes and shared drinks, Jay and Brian had been fulfilling their hidden roles, ensuring the future growth of Miller’s Creek in a way that none of the men could have imagined.

Jay’s eyes scanned the room, lingering on the familiar faces. Mr. Jenkins, his broad smile, doughy body, and flushed cheeks, celebrated the news of his wife’s pregnancy with a group of friends. Mr. Reynolds, deep in beer-soaked conversation with his bowling buddies, had no idea that Jay’s visits had ensured his family’s expansion. And then there was Mr. Lewis, who raised his glass in a toast, blissfully unaware of the role Jay had played only moments ago in his wife’s newfound happiness.

Brian, sitting next to Jay, nudged him and grinned. “Quite a sight, isn’t it?” he said quietly, his voice barely audible over the din of the bar.

Jay nodded, a wry smile playing on his lips. “It sure is. If only they knew.”

The two men shared a moment of silent understanding. Their secret duties, performed with dedication and care, had brought about a profound change in Miller’s Creek. The baby boom was evident, with expectant mothers everywhere, their hips widening and their homes filled with the promise of new life. The bars and bowling alleys thrived, their husbands blissfully unaware of the true source of their joy.

As Jay and Brian continued to sip their drinks, they reflected on the journey that had brought them here. The rigorous training under Coach Dick had prepared them for this dual role, instilling in them a deep sense of duty and purpose. They had embraced their mission with pride, knowing that they were making a lasting impact on the community.

Jay’s thoughts drifted to the many nights spent in the company of Miller’s Creek’s housewives. Each encounter had been different, yet all had shared a common thread of hope and gratitude. The women had welcomed Jay and Brian into their homes, seeking the companionship and reassurance that their husbands, often preoccupied with work and leisure, could not provide. In return, Jay and Brian had given them the gift of new life, ensuring the town’s future and fulfilling their secret mission.

Looking around the bar, Jay felt a mix of emotions. There was satisfaction in knowing that he had played a vital role in the town’s renewal, but also a sense of humility. The men around him, laughing and toasting, were blissfully unaware of the truth. Their happiness and contentment were built on the quiet, unspoken efforts of Jay and Brian, who had taken on the responsibility of ensuring the town’s future.

Brian clinked his glass against Jay’s. “Here’s to Miller’s Creek,” he said, his voice filled with quiet pride.

Jay raised his glass in response. “To Miller’s Creek,” he echoed. “And to the future.”

As they finished their drinks, Jay and Brian knew that their work was far from over. The town continued to grow and thrive, and their roles as protectors and secret benefactors remained as vital as ever. They would continue to fulfill their duties with the same dedication and care, ensuring that Miller’s Creek remained a place of hope and renewal for generations to come.

The bar full of drunken, impotent men was a testament to their success. Jay and Brian’s secret mission had brought about a baby boom, filled homes with the sound of children’s laughter, and ensured the future of their beloved town. And as they looked around at the contented faces, they knew that they had made a lasting impact, one that would be remembered in the hearts and minds of the people of Miller’s Creek.

Chapter 8: The Continued Mission

As Miller’s Creek continued to flourish, Officer Jay and his partner, Officer Brian, maintained their dual roles with unwavering dedication. The town’s baby boom was in full swing, and the demand for their secret services only grew. The housewives, eager to expand their families, frequently called upon the officers to fulfill their hidden desires. Each encounter was a testament to the deep connections and trust they had built within the community.

One evening, Jay received a call from Mrs. Anderson, a charming woman in her early forties with an infectious laugh and warm, welcoming demeanor. She mentioned hearing strange noises in her home while her husband was away on a business trip. Jay arrived promptly, his presence immediately putting her at ease.

As they walked through the dimly lit hallway, Mrs. Anderson stayed close to Jay, her hand brushing against his arm. Once they reached the bedroom, it became clear that her request was about more than just ensuring her safety. Jay began to undress, each piece of clothing falling to the floor with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Officer Jay,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I need you… in a way only you can understand.”

Jay approached her with purpose, his hands exploring her body with practiced ease. Their encounter was filled with passion and urgency, Mrs. Anderson’s moans of pleasure echoing through the room. When they were finished, she lay there, breathless and dripping with his seed, unable to contain her gratitude and admiration.

“This was incredible,” she gasped, her eyes shining with tears of joy. “So much better than anything my husband could ever give me.”

Jay’s chest swelled with pride as he watched her, knowing he had fulfilled his duty once again. He gently kissed her forehead before leaving, promising to return whenever she needed him.

The next night, Jay and Brian received a call from Mrs. Collins, a strikingly beautiful woman known for her elegance and grace. She had recently moved to Miller’s Creek and was eager to start a family. The officers arrived at her doorstep, their presence commanding and reassuring.

As they entered her home, Mrs. Collins led them to the master bedroom, her steps slow and deliberate. Jay and Brian undressed together, their movements synchronized and confident. Mrs. Collins watched with wide eyes, her anticipation growing with each passing second.

When they began, it was with a shared sense of purpose and determination. Jay and Brian took turns, their efforts seamless and coordinated. Mrs. Collins responded to their touch with fervor, her voice rising in uncontrollable gasps and cries of pleasure. The bed creaked under their combined weight, a testament to the intensity of their encounter.

As they finished, Mrs. Collins lay there, her body trembling and soaked with their seed. She looked up at them, her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and gratitude.

“You’ve given me what I’ve always dreamed of,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Thank you.”

Jay and Brian exchanged a satisfied glance before dressing and leaving her home, knowing they had once again fulfilled their mission.

The spree continued, each night bringing a new encounter, a new housewife eager to expand her family. Jay and Brian moved through the town with a sense of purpose, their actions driven by the desire to ensure Miller’s Creek’s future. They had become more than just protectors; they were the foundation of the community’s renewal.

One afternoon, Jay received a call from Mrs. Mitchell, a petite woman with a shy smile and kind eyes. She had heard about the officers’ secret duties from her friends and was nervous but hopeful. Jay arrived at her home, his presence immediately putting her at ease.

As they moved to the bedroom, Jay undressed slowly, his eyes locking with hers. Mrs. Mitchell’s breath quickened as she watched him, her anticipation palpable. When they came together, it was with a mixture of tenderness and urgency. Jay’s hands roamed her body, his touch firm yet gentle. Mrs. Mitchell responded with soft moans, her body trembling under his ministrations.

When they finished, Mrs. Mitchell lay there, her body glistening with sweat and dripping with Jay’s seed. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and relief.

“This means so much to me,” she whispered. “Thank you for giving me hope.”

Jay smiled, his heart swelling with pride. He kissed her gently before leaving, knowing he had once again fulfilled his duty.

The spree through the housewives’ beds continued, each encounter unique and meaningful. Jay and Brian embraced their roles with pride, knowing that their actions were ensuring the town’s future. The housewives welcomed them with open arms, their gratitude and desire a testament to the deep connections they had built.

As Miller’s Creek thrived, the officers’ secret mission remained at the heart of the community’s renewal. Jay and Brian moved through the town with confidence and purpose, their presence a constant source of security and hope. Each encounter was a chapter in the larger narrative of Miller’s Creek, a town that flourished under their watchful eye and caring presence.

Chapter 9: The Growing Legacy

As the baby boom in Miller’s Creek continued to flourish, Officer Jay and Officer Brian’s influence grew more profound. Their roles as protectors and secret benefactors had solidified their positions in the community, making them central figures in the town’s ongoing transformation. The respect and admiration they received were mirrored in the grateful eyes of the housewives they visited and the laughter of children playing in the streets.

One evening, Jay received a call from Mrs. Hamilton, a spirited woman in her late thirties known for her vibrant personality and warm heart. She had been trying to conceive for years without success and had heard about the officers’ secret abilities. Her voice on the phone was filled with a mix of hope and desperation.

“Officer Jay, could you come by? I need your help,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

Jay arrived at her home, his presence immediately calming her nerves. Mrs. Hamilton greeted him at the door, her eyes filled with anticipation and gratitude. She led him to the bedroom, where to Jay’s surprise, her husband, Mr. Hamilton, was already seated in a chair by the bed. Mr. Hamilton, a slight man with a nervous demeanor, looked up at Jay, his eyes filled with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

As Mrs. Hamilton and Jay moved to the bed, Mr. Hamilton began to undress, revealing his tiny penis, which he began to stroke slowly. Jay undressed with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving Mrs. Hamilton’s. When he was fully naked, he approached her with a sense of purpose, his hands exploring her body with practiced ease. Their encounter was filled with passion and urgency, Mrs. Hamilton’s moans of pleasure echoing through the room.

Mr. Hamilton watched intently, his hand moving faster as Jay took care of business, his wife writhing in pleasure beneath the officer. Jay glanced at him occasionally, a smirk on his face as he asserted his dominance, thinking of the term “cuck” to himself, knowing how it fit this scenario perfectly. When they finished, Mrs. Hamilton lay there, her body trembling and dripping with Jay’s seed. Her eyes shone with gratitude as she whispered, “Thank you, Jay. This means everything to me.”

Jay kissed her gently before leaving, promising to return whenever she needed him. As he walked away, he felt a deep sense of fulfillment, knowing he had once again fulfilled his duty.

The next day, Jay and Brian received a call from Mrs. Martinez, a beautiful woman with long, flowing hair and a kind smile. She had recently moved to Miller’s Creek and was eager to start a family. The officers arrived at her doorstep, their presence commanding and reassuring.

Mrs. Martinez led them to the master bedroom, where her husband, Mr. Martinez, was already present. Mr. Martinez was massively obese, sitting obediently in a chair near the bed, his eyes fixed on his wife. He wore a chastity cage, a clear symbol of his submission and the dynamic in their relationship.

As Jay and Brian undressed together, their movements synchronized and confident, Mrs. Martinez watched with wide eyes, her anticipation growing with each passing second. When they began, it was with a shared sense of purpose and determination. Jay and Brian took turns, their efforts seamless and coordinated, while Mr. Martinez watched obediently, his breathing heavy with excitement.

Mrs. Martinez responded to their touch with fervor, her voice rising in uncontrollable gasps and cries of pleasure. The bed creaked under their combined weight, a testament to the intensity of their encounter. As they finished, Mrs. Martinez lay there, her body trembling and soaked with their seed. She looked up at them, her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and gratitude.

“You’ve given me what I’ve always dreamed of,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Thank you.”

Jay and Brian exchanged a satisfied glance before dressing and leaving her home, knowing they had once again fulfilled their mission. As they left, Jay couldn’t help but feel a sense of dominance over Mr. Martinez, who obediently accepted his role as a cuck.

The spree continued, each night bringing a new encounter, a new housewife eager to expand her family. Jay and Brian moved through the town with a sense of purpose, their actions driven by the desire to ensure Miller’s Creek’s future. They had become more than just protectors; they were the foundation of the community’s renewal.

One afternoon, Jay received a call from Mrs. Patel, a reserved woman who rarely sought help from anyone. Her voice on the phone was filled with anxiety as she spoke about noises in her backyard. Jay arrived to find her standing on her porch, her eyes wide with worry.

As they walked through the yard, Mrs. Patel stayed close, her unease palpable. Jay conducted his search with his usual thoroughness, but it became clear that her fears were more about loneliness and the desire for another child. When he turned to reassure her, she looked at him with a mix of hope and desperation.

“Officer Jay,” she said quietly, “I’ve been feeling so alone. My husband and I have been trying to have another child, but it hasn’t been working. Can you help me?”

Jay nodded, understanding her need. He called for backup from Officer Brian, knowing that together they could provide the comfort and fulfillment she sought. When Brian arrived, they moved to the middle of the backyard, their presence a symbol of safety and protection.

Jay began to undress slowly, each piece of clothing carefully removed and placed aside. Mrs. Patel watched, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and gratitude. Brian followed suit, their movements deliberate and confident. Once they were fully undressed, they led her to the ground, their bodies coming together with a sense of shared purpose.

The encounter was intense and filled with mutual understanding. Jay and Brian took turns, their efforts seamless and coordinated, ensuring that Mrs. Patel felt secure and cherished. The open air added an element of rawness and freedom to their union, her moans of pleasure blending with the sounds of the evening.

When they finished, Mrs. Patel lay there, her body glistening with sweat and dripping with their seed. She looked up at them, her eyes filled with profound gratitude and relief.

“This means so much to me,” she whispered. “Thank you for giving me hope.”

Jay and Brian dressed slowly, their hearts swelling with pride. They kissed her gently before leaving, knowing they had once again fulfilled their duty.

The spree through the housewives’ beds continued, each encounter unique and meaningful. Jay and Brian embraced their roles with pride, knowing that their actions were ensuring the town’s future. The housewives welcomed them with open arms, their gratitude and desire a testament to the deep connections they had built.

As Miller’s Creek thrived, the officers’ secret mission remained at the heart of the community’s renewal. Jay and Brian moved through the town with confidence and purpose, their presence a constant source of security and hope. Each encounter was a chapter in the larger narrative of Miller’s Creek, a town that flourished under their watchful eye and caring presence.

Jay and Brian’s partnership was more than just a professional alliance; it was a shared mission to ensure that Miller’s Creek remained a place where families could grow and flourish. Their work was never done, but the rewards were immense. With every new life brought into the world, every smile and word of thanks, they knew they were making a lasting difference.

Chapter 10: The Changing Dynamics

As Officer Jay and Officer Brian continued their mission in Miller’s Creek, they began to develop a preference for visiting women whose husbands were willing participants in the dynamic of being cucked. This arrangement not only heightened the sense of dominance for Jay and Brian but also reinforced the submissive roles of the husbands. The trend quickly spread through the town, and soon more and more men in Miller’s Creek were sporting strangely larger bulges in their pants—only these bulges weren’t filled with meat, but rather chastity cages that symbolized their submission.

One evening, Jay and Brian received a call from Mrs. Roberts, a lively woman with an infectious laugh and a curvaceous figure. She had recently heard about the officers’ special services from her friends and was eager to experience it for herself. When they arrived at her home, they were greeted by Mrs. Roberts and her husband, Mr. Roberts, who was noticeably nervous but also intrigued by the dynamic.

Mrs. Roberts led them to the bedroom, where Mr. Roberts sat in a chair near the bed, his eyes wide with anticipation. Jay and Brian began to undress slowly, their movements deliberate and confident, while Mrs. Roberts watched with growing excitement. Mr. Roberts, following the established ritual, revealed his chastity cage, the metal glinting in the soft light of the room.

Jay and Brian approached Mrs. Roberts with a sense of purpose, their hands exploring her body with practiced ease. The encounter was intense, filled with passion and urgency, Mrs. Roberts’s moans of pleasure echoing through the room. Mr. Roberts watched intently, his eyes locked on his wife and the officers, his own excitement evident despite the confines of his cage.

When they finished, Mrs. Roberts lay there, her body trembling and dripping with their seed. She looked up at her husband and the officers, her eyes filled with satisfaction and gratitude.

“Thank you, Jay. Thank you, Brian. This means everything to us,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Jay and Brian dressed slowly, their hearts swelling with pride. They exchanged a knowing glance with Mr. Roberts, who nodded in appreciation, understanding his role in the dynamic.

The trend continued, each night bringing new encounters with housewives eager to expand their families and husbands willing to embrace their submissive roles. Jay and Brian moved through the town with a sense of purpose, their actions driven by the desire to ensure Miller’s Creek’s future. They had become more than just protectors; they were the architects of a new social order within the community.

One afternoon, Jay and Brian received a call from Mrs. Green, a stunning woman with a bright smile and a confident demeanor. She had heard about the officers’ services and was eager to partake. When they arrived, they found Mr. Green waiting as well, his demeanor a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Mrs. Green led them to the living room, where Mr. Green sat in a chair, his hands fidgeting with his belt. Jay and Brian undressed together, their movements synchronized and confident, while Mrs. Green watched with growing anticipation. Mr. Green, following the ritual, revealed his chastity cage, the metal a stark contrast to his skin.

As Jay and Brian began, the encounter was filled with a sense of shared purpose and intensity. Mrs. Green responded to their touch with fervor, her voice rising in uncontrollable gasps and cries of pleasure. The room filled with the sounds of their passion, a testament to the dynamic that had taken hold in Miller’s Creek.

When they finished, Mrs. Green lay there, her body glistening with sweat and dripping with their seed. She looked up at her husband and the officers, her eyes filled with satisfaction and gratitude.

“Thank you, Jay. Thank you, Brian. This means so much to us,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Jay and Brian dressed slowly, their hearts swelling with pride. They exchanged a knowing glance with Mr. Green, who nodded in appreciation, understanding his role in the dynamic.

As Miller’s Creek continued to thrive, the officers’ secret mission remained at the heart of the community’s renewal. Jay and Brian moved through the town with confidence and purpose, their presence a constant source of security and hope. Each encounter was a chapter in the larger narrative of Miller’s Creek, a town that flourished under their watchful eye and caring presence.

Jay and Brian’s partnership was more than just a professional alliance; it was a shared mission to ensure that Miller’s Creek remained a place where families could grow and flourish. Their work was never done, but the rewards were immense. With every new life brought into the world, every smile and word of thanks, they knew they were making a lasting difference.

As the dynamic of cuckolding spread through Miller’s Creek, the town’s social fabric changed. Husbands embraced their roles with a mix of excitement and submission, their chastity cages a symbol of their acceptance. The women, empowered by the officers’ presence, found new levels of satisfaction and fulfillment. Jay and Brian’s influence was undeniable, their actions reshaping the community in profound and lasting ways.

Chapter 11: Miller’s Cuck

Miller’s Creek had transformed beyond recognition. What was once a quiet, modest town had become something entirely different, a place where traditional roles were upended, and a new social order had taken hold. Jay and Brian’s influence was undeniable, and their mission had been executed with remarkable success.

The officers privately referred to their town as “Miller’s Cuck,” a fitting name given the profound changes they had orchestrated. Every adult woman in town under the age of 40 was pregnant, their bodies visibly bearing the fruits of Jay and Brian’s secret services. The sight of expectant mothers was common, a testament to the officers’ dedication to their cause.

In stark contrast, every married man in town now wore a chastity cage. These men, once the symbols of traditional masculinity, had willingly accepted their roles as submissive partners in this new order. The cages were not just physical restraints but symbols of their submission and the power dynamics that now ruled Miller’s Creek. The only exceptions were Jay and Brian, whose dominance was undisputed.

One evening, as Jay and Brian finished their patrol, they returned to their shared home, a place that was both their sanctuary and a symbol of their unique partnership. Inside, they shed their uniforms, the symbols of their public roles, and embraced a different kind of intimacy. The town might see them as figures of unmatched masculinity and dominance, but in their private moments, Jay and Brian found comfort and connection in each other.

The joke on everyone was that once they were home, Jay and Brian shared a bed. Their bond went beyond their public roles, and they found solace in each other’s company. The intensity of their days gave way to tender moments at night, where they could let their guards down and simply be themselves.

As they lay together in bed, Jay looked over at Brian, a smile playing on his lips. “Can you believe how far we’ve come?” he asked, his voice filled with a mix of pride and disbelief.

Brian chuckled softly, nodding. “Miller’s Creek is truly Miller’s Cuck now. We’ve done something incredible here.”

Jay sighed contentedly, his hand resting on Brian’s chest. “Every woman under 40 is pregnant, and every married man’s penis is locked in a cage. We’ve changed this town completely.”

Brian leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Jay’s lips. “And the best part is, we get to come home to each other every night.”

Their relationship was a well-kept secret, known only to them. In public, they were the epitome of authority and dominance, but in private, they found strength and comfort in their bond. The duality of their lives added a layer of complexity to their partnership, making it all the more meaningful.

In the quiet of their bedroom, Jay and Brian slipped nimbly into a deep 69, their bodies intertwining with practiced ease. Each took the other’s penis into their mouth, their tongues exploring and caressing with familiar skill. Jay’s thick member snaked down Brian’s throat, while Brian’s equally impressive length filled Jay’s mouth. They moved in perfect sync, their breaths deepening as the intensity of their connection grew. Their muscles flexed and contracted, each movement a testament to their strength and desire. The sensation of having their penises buried deep in each other’s throats brought them closer, the pleasure mounting with each passing second.

As they continued, their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, feeling the hard muscle and soft skin. The intensity of their connection was palpable, a physical manifestation of the bond that had grown between them over time. The world outside their bedroom ceased to exist, and in those moments, they were simply two men who had found a profound and deep connection.

When they finally pulled away, their breaths were ragged, and their eyes locked with a shared understanding of what they had just experienced. But their night was far from over. Reaching for a double-ended dildo, Jay and Brian positioned themselves carefully, their strong bubble butts pressing against each other. They worked the toy between them, the sensation of the firm silicone adding a new layer of pleasure to their intimate connection.

Their movements were slow and deliberate at first, each thrust synchronized as they adjusted to the sensation. The double-ended dildo slid in and out with ease, their strong muscles contracting around it, enhancing the intensity of their experience. Their hands moved to each other’s hips, guiding and steadying their rhythm. The feeling of the toy filling them both simultaneously created a bond that was both physical and emotional, a shared experience that went beyond mere pleasure.

As the intensity of their movements increased, their breaths grew faster, their bodies glistening with sweat. The dildo moved between them with increasing speed, the pleasure mounting with each thrust. Jay and Brian’s moans filled the room, their voices blending in a symphony of shared ecstasy.

The sensation built to a crescendo, the toy hitting just the right spots with each thrust. They could feel the tension building within them, the pleasure reaching an almost unbearable peak. Finally, with a shared cry of release, they both ejaculated hands-free, their bodies trembling with the force of their orgasms. The connection they felt in that moment was profound, a testament to the deep bond they shared.

As they lay together in the aftermath, their bodies still entwined, Jay and Brian felt a deep sense of satisfaction and fulfillment. Their private moments fueled their public personas, providing the strength and connection they needed to face each new day.

The town continued to thrive under their watchful eyes. The baby boom showed no signs of slowing, and the social order they had established remained firmly in place. Husbands accepted their roles with a mix of submission and pride, and the women found new levels of satisfaction and fulfillment. Jay and Brian’s influence was pervasive, shaping every aspect of life in Miller’s Creek.

One afternoon, as Jay and Brian walked through the town, they were greeted by the familiar sight of pregnant women and caged men. The townspeople greeted them with respect and admiration, their gratitude evident in every smile and nod. The officers had become symbols of a new era, their roles cemented in the town’s history.

As they passed by a group of women, heavily pregnant and chatting animatedly, one of them called out, “Thank you, Officers! We couldn’t have done this without you.”

Jay and Brian smiled, nodding in acknowledgment. “Our pleasure,” Jay replied. “We’re here to help.”

The women beamed, their faces glowing with happiness. The officers continued their walk, their presence a constant reminder of the town’s transformation. Every step they took reaffirmed their roles as the architects of Miller’s Cuck, a place where traditional norms had been redefined, and a new social order had taken hold.

Back at home that night, Jay and Brian lay together, their bodies entwined in a familiar embrace. The joke on the town was their secret, but it was also their strength. In each other, they found the balance and support that fueled their public personas.

As they drifted off to sleep, Jay whispered, “We’ve built something incredible here, Brian. Miller’s Cuck is our legacy.”

Brian smiled, his eyes closing in contentment. “And we’ll continue to build it, together.”

In the quiet of their home, the two officers found peace, knowing that their influence had created a lasting impact on Miller’s Creek. Their work was far from over, but they faced each new day with confidence, united in their mission and their bond. The town might have changed, but the essence of their partnership remained constant, a testament to their dedication and love.

[pinkacademic]

My Top Ten Barbie Movies

With the movie approaching, I'm dubbing this Barbie Month, and pushing back on the Studying part of the Masterpost for a little longer. July is pink party time!

Today, I’m sharing my Top Ten Barbie movies, which I wonder if they’ll be controversial! Share yours, lets compare!

10: Christmas Carol. She cast herself as the villain, we love that! This is unironically a good adaptation of A Christmas Carol. It doesn’t beat the Muppets, but there are many worse adaptations that get way more praise. Eden Starling is a fantastic Barbie-fied Scrooge, and I love Morwenna Banks.

9: Star Light Adventure. I love Star Wars, I love Star Trek, I love big dumb himbos whose entire motivation in life is Eat Food, Drive Fast, Drink Respect Women Juice. Sometimes Barbie movies should be ranked by their Ken, and Prince Leo is just great. Also, a unique sci-fi plot that could only come from a Barbie movie.

8: Spy Squad. Listen, sometimes I just like dumb, fun movies. This is a stellar spy movie with a fun premise, quirky characters, a spy HQ in the H of the Hollywood sign, and the baddie is just their rival in a wig. Its cute, its colourful, they give Barbie a knock-off lightsaber. No complaints.

7: Big City, Big Dreams. We’re finally back to a good, queer-leaning Barbie movie! I love Malibu and Brookln’s dynamic, I think they’re so cute platonically or romantically, and I had fun with Mermaid Magic and Epic Road Trip too. I don’t love the tragic miscommunication moment, but I guess they had to add conflict in the last ten minutes. I love the songs and their final performance enough that all is forgiven.

6: Video Game Hero. I just think its fun, ok? This is the “there’s more than one way to ___” thing that Pink Shoes tried (and I still love, just not enough to Top Ten it) but went the wrong way about in my opinion. Video Game Hero is not a groundbreaking political commentary, or a classic musical, but it just has a special place in my heart.

5: Three Musketeers. I genuinely do not care for any other version of Three Musketeers. No one will ever beat Barbie. I love the secret society of swordfighters, I love that Prince Louis changes his tune by the power of… well, the Power of Four forevermore, I guess. I love that every version of Three Musketeers features precisely 0 muskets, and the Barbie version took that new heights with one of them fully just having ribbons.

4: The Fairytopia Trilogy. I think they get better and better with each iteration. I love the story of a wingless fairy getting wings, and then giving them up selflessly in 1 and 2, and I love that the ultimate message is that of kindness and courage. It’s also absolutely just me being blinded by childhood nostalgia, but Laverna is a top tier villain too.

3: Magic of Pegasus. I have a lot of positive thoughts about this one, but the main one is Aiden!! I think his story is quite unique and complex and he’s one of the strongest love interests of any of th Barbie movies. I also think this one is so pretty and purple, and Cloud Kingdom is glorious, and the quest plot is fantastic.

2: Princess and the Pauper. Now I know this one will not be controversial, except that it’s nt number one! Annaliese and Erika are both delightful, Julian and Dominic too, and even the characters lower on the roster are fun. Not to mention the best songs that make me want to do a full stage production.

1: Princess Charm School. This probably comes as no surprise if you’ve read my essay. I think that the socioeconomic implications are intense, I think that the murder plot is exciting, I think Hadley and Isla as Gardania Unsolved have to be among my favourite Friend Characters, and I think Blair is actually a great character too. I also love Delancey’s redemption, and how it comes from being faced with real-world consequences.

[toastthewolfie]

random facts about my Skk ocs bc why the fuck not

Azure:

holy fucking shit my girl is a HEATER. Their natural temperature normally runs higher than average, while at first, Gray Raven thought it was a medical condition or smthg only to find out it’s completely harmless to Azure. Now they get clinged to by all ice-type constructs when they overdo it

It takes a lot for them to actually get mad, like yeah, they get annoyed but everyone has only seen Azure genuinely mad one time and in that time, they literally ruined someone’s life.

The amount of times they’ve nearly murdered Vanessa, only stopped by Bambinata begging her to not kill her commander and Lucia literally having to restrain them physically is unreal.

They know the legal system and politics very well, this also means that they are somewhat manipulative and willing to pull strings to get a desired result.

They barely get along with Asimov, which is ironic considering how interested they are in construct tech

Their love langue is physical touch, like they will consistently hold the hands of the constructs and people they are close to for no reason (it’s also a very good indicator as to how they’re doing in the moment, like, if they’re fine, they usually just link pinky fingers with the construct or lightly hold their wrist and you can barely feel it, if they’re going okay but not good, it’s more like a normal handhold, loose enough to where you can easily break away but firm enough to where you know it’s there, and if they’re like 3 seconds away from a breakdown, holy shit, good luck getting out of that grip-)

they are buff, they don’t look like it, yes, but they have thrown Vanessa across the room so many times (even during that one time they nearly lost their dominant arm) and have picked up Simon and Harley Jo with no issue

Is very good at fixing cars! They also just generally love Golden-Age cars :>

They have a pothos plant collection and they’re all named after historical figures

They DESPISE coffee like, yeah, they rely on coffee to pull all nighters but if they have a choice they won’t touch coffee

Aries

He is a boyfailure. He is the definition of a boy failure.

My boy is very smart though, he also knows a lot of languages (probably was tutored by Celcia)

He swears in Hindi and Latin, mostly because 90% of the time, people don’t know what he’s saying

Aries absolutely DESPISES Hassan and Nikolai, like, while Azure doesn’t like them but is somewhat close with them for their benefit, yeah, no, Aries will not go near them unless it’s:

A. An emergency

B. They have a 10 foot long pole for distance

nobody knows why he hates them so much though

He has cross-dressed before because he lost a bet with 21

Has assaulted Vanessa before, they do NOT like each other

Dude, he has so much repressed trauma it’s unreal- like he will go through a highly traumatic event that will leave most scarred for life and just be like: “eh it is what it is. Anyways-“ until of course, he explodes and just ends up sobbing while being held by Lucia on the floor of the lounge because he’s physically unable to support himself with how intensely he’s crying (also, 5 bucks he punched a wall and broke his hand)

My man is not doing okay mentally, he’s watched two of his ravens all nearly die from specialized frames and when Lee came back, Aries just kinda..held Lee for a solid 30 minutes, begging him not to do anything like that ever again.

also he likes birds, he loves studying birds and whatnot, it’s why he’s so interested by Bianca: Veritas’s CUB.

Oh yeah, he and Asimov get along really well, mostly because Aries is generally really quiet and well… he liked it in Asimov’s lab because it was normally quiet, after a few months, Asimov agreed to let him chill as long as he was quiet, and Aries agrees and over the course of a few months, they became the besties that no even knew that they knew each other (Also, Asimov’s lab is a safe place in Aries’s eyes, and Asimov has gotten used to it because Aries is still quiet as ever, just a bit more fidgety)

oooooooo Aries and Asimov having a movie night (im sorry their duo is just perfect bc Aries finds comfort in people but Asimov is very reluctant in that sense so they compromise in the sense that Aries will sometimes lean on Asimov but not do anything past that so he can focus on his work)

oh yeah, his love language is 100% acts of service and physical touch

oh yeah, he was also severely burned on a mission and has a bionic eye and sometimes needs G.R.’s help in maintaining it because what beats spending an afternoon fiddling with your Commandant’s eye am I right?