#i phoned it in and made some of these b&w to have some sort of cohesion

[kimkaitual]

Kun, Ten & Hendery — 【On My Youth】 ‘Day & Night’ Teaser Images

[seokminfilm]

into it | joshua hong

🪄 pairing, joshua hong x reader

🪄 warnings, non-idol au, model joshua x personal assistant reader, fluff, enemies to lovers, reader has some creative ways of insulting joshua, flirty joshua, joshua doesn't take reader seriously, romantic tension goes INSANE, open ending (??)

🪄 summary, everyone knows you hate joshua hong with a passion. do you really hate him though? or are you just in denial because he's just your type?

🪄 author's note, do you guys ever have that one-sided beef with a person that you really don't even know WHY you have that beef? that's me w joshua ngl 😭 ANYWAYS this was requested by my pookie @yudaies (knowing i would lose it if she asked me to....which she did anyways)!! hope you enjoy you evil woman 🤍 ALSO TWO PSAS: 1) i'm going to start writing my shorter fics in lowercase just to minimize the stress i have with capitalization errors! longer/full-story fics will be properly capitalized, but the shorter, quicker fics i do will be in all lowercase!! 2) please take the poll regarding the length of fics you all wanna see from me so i can know what to do in the future! thank you lots lyrnation!!

🪄 now playing, you right, doja cat, the weeknd & into it, chase atlantic

the flash of cameras was still kind of new to you, and you stood in the back of the room, surveying the action from afar. photographers surrounded joshua like he was some sort of new bacteria discovery, and he stood with a simple expression, a sultry look in his doe-like brown eyes as he gave a small smile to the cameras surrounding him.

being stuck as joshua hong's personal assistant seemed like a dream to every disillusioned teenage girl, but you knew the harsh reality of it. you weren't looking for the spotlight, but joshua still had a way of stealing it from you, even if you were doing simple things like ordering him coffee or picking up his tailored suits.

it was common knowledge to all of your coworkers that you had some undiscovered vendetta against the man. when your friends sang his praises, you had to add water to the fire, raining on their parade.

to the outside world, joshua hong was a visual of composed grace. he has this sickening 'gentleman' agenda he was pushing for himself, and the cute, sweet gaze in his wide brown eyes made your skin pulse with annoyance.

in fact, you were almost 100% convinced the man was ai-generated, given a perfect smile and smooth voice to match his "unreal" visuals (of course they were unreal─he probably was unreal, for god's sakes).

the photo op came to an end after 30 minutes of trailing behind him for interviews and outfit fittings, and you could breathe a sigh of relief, grateful you wouldn't have to see him say thank you with that stupid, rich-sounding, hot l.a. accent, and─

"is my schedule done for the day?" the voice you were just fuming over is heard from behind you, and you turn around, a sour smile on your face as joshua smiles sweetly at you. curse his stupid pretty crescent eyes and his stupid adorable scrunched nose.

"you have one more fitting for the upcoming photoshoot tomorrow morning, and then you're done for the day," you say blankly, thanking the staff member who returned joshua's personal belongings to you.

"are you okay? you seem like you're in a sour mood─although, you always seem like that," joshua teases lightly, chuckling to himself as he stuffs his phone in his dress pants' pocket.

"of course i'm always in a sour mood, mr. hong. you do realize that i hate seeing the flashing cameras all the time." you lie straight through your teeth, and joshua nods with faux sympathy, a smirk behind his eyes.

"of course, i can understand that. i just can't help but wonder if you're annoyed by the flashes or my "glittering smile"." joshua echoes the compliment a newscaster gave him moments earlier, and you grumble to yourself, tempted to flip joshua off.

"let's just go. your nice clean rolls royce is waiting for you." you step out of the way dramatically, and joshua bows to you, obviously towering over you as he struts out of the double doors. his white heels click against the sidewalk, and you grit your teeth, sliding beside him into the back row of the car as you sigh.

the weather is nice, complimenting the busy day you've had. joshua takes his phone from his pocket, taking pictures of the cloud-free sky from behind the window, probably going to be posted to his instagram.

"hey, can you take these pictures for me? i think i'm going to upload them to my instagram," joshua hands you his phone, and you roll your eyes, having guessed his words just seconds earlier.

sighing, you hold his phone up, preparing to snap the picture. joshua puts his model face on quickly, face falling into a suave expression as his eyes sparkle with the sun's rays from outside.

the small, attractive smirk on his face is one that makes your uneasy stomach churn for reasons you want to ignore, and you hand him his phone back, turning away to hide your peering eyes.

"these are really good! why aren't you a photographer?" joshua asks lightly, and you shrug, answering the question against your will.

"photographing doesn't pay as well as babysitting a model for five days a week." you smile dryly, and joshua chuckles, voice melodic as he nods.

"you're not babysitting me. if anything, i'm babysitting you. especially with that bad attitude," joshua has a dramatic scowl on his face, that he loses in seconds when he chuckles at your strained reaction.

"i'm just joking with you, lighten up." he gives you a light bump with his shoulder, flawless skin clear and illuminated by the light as you sigh.

"you know, that outfit you're wearing is really nice on you. i don't think I've seen you wear it before." joshua's compliment shatters your whole "hating joshua hong" agenda, and your cheeks heat up against your will, to which you temporarily give up, sighing as you glance over at him.

his eyes are already on your figure, and the gentle smile he's giving you makes you want to lunge at him and rearrange his face so that he doesn't look so majestic. not that you thought that he looked majestic or anything. he was just an average guy.

"thanks." you reply, although it sounds more like a question than a harsh appreciation. joshua nods, crossing his legs as he politely adjusts his styled hair. his gold studs glitter in the sunshine, and the cologne he must have put on before the event lingers, clouding your mind more than you'd like.

"you don't look too bad yourself. the styling...really wasn't a bad choice this time." the compliment you give back sounds so forced it's laughable, but joshua ignores this or doesn't catch on (you believe it's the former).

"thank you. i think the harsh critiquing you gave the staff last time really paid off," joshua adds, looking over to you with that stupid sweet look in his eyes. trying not to shudder, you just shrug, playing it off the best you can.

"it's what i'm supposed to do." you shrug again, letting out a quiet sigh as you lapse into silence. something is lingering in the air, and you do your best to deny what it is.

"you know, even if you do your best to pretend you hate me, i know you don't," joshua says after a moment of silence, and you freeze, eyes blown wide as your cheeks flare a dark red again.

"and how do you know, joshua?" you use his first name, stepping up to the bait joshua may have thrown for you. he leans back in his seat, legs leisurely crossed as he smirks to himself, eyes closed.

"be honest with yourself. do you really hate me that much?" the question, however simple it is, shuts you up quickly, leaving you a quiet, melting mess as joshua smiles to himself, returning his attention to the window.

in that moment, you decide that you might not hate joshua. you may just dislike him.

or, better yet (and to be honest), you don't hate him at all.

[ivystoryweaver]

🎉I made this for you b/c you deserve a party!!!! 🎉

I love Marc Spector catches you trying on lingerie. So... what might have happened w/ Steven or Jake? Another surprise? More lingerie? Less lingerie *wiggles eyebrows at you*???

Steven Catches You Trying on Lingerie

AHHHHH!!! Take all my money so all the Moon boys will give me special messages! I LOVE IT SO MUCH! Look at you linking my fic like a pro

Oooh, ok, so there's a little about Steven + lingerie in Moon Boys' Kinks <- which I sort of used as the basis of thought for what you see below...

nsfw below the cut - sensual and suggestive but no actual smut Steven Grant x gn!reader who likes lingerie (Read Marc's part above, in the ask) Word Count: 754

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You snap a few pictures of your new lingerie in the mirror, satisfied by the way the fabric hugs your curves. With a sigh, you toss your phone on the bed and pout for a second, wishing you didn't have to wait until date night to reveal your surprise.

Then a thought tickles the corner of your mind. Steven actually sends dirty texts all the time, but that's usually what they are - texts. Words.

You imagine him working hard at the museum, leading a tour or sitting in his shared office doing some research and you giggle to yourself as you try to envision his face when he sees you in this brand new sensuous outfit.

Without another moment of debate, you grab your phone and swipe to the most scandalous pose before dropping it into Steven's text thread, adding 'Got a surprise for you' underneath.

Thirty-seven minutes later, you hear the front door deadbolt turn. You haven't even bothered to change out of your lingerie yet - tying a robe around yourself instead.

Determined footsteps clomp toward your bedroom, the thought never crossing your mind that they don't belong to Marc.

Steven's hair is a mess - clearly he's pushed his fingers through it one too many times on the train ride home. His cheeks are flushed, lips parted as he draws heavy breaths, eyes dark and hooded...

and zeroed in on the curves of your body.

"Bit naughty of you to send me that picture while I'm giving a tour to primary school students," he husks, peeling off his jacket and stalking toward you.

"What are you doing home?" you gasp out with mock innocence.

Long fingers find the tie of your robe and he yanks it loose, swiping his tongue over his lips as the very lingerie you teased him with appears.

Shifting from one foot to the other, his smoldering eyes rove hungrily from your collarbone, over each curve, all the way down to the center of you. Ever mesmerized by beauty and softness, he swallows thickly, his own desire stirring to life as he forces himself to wait before devouring you with his mouth and hands.

"Surprise," you whisper, shrugging the robe all the way off your shoulders and striking a simple but effective pose meant to highlight the best features of the lingerie, and your body.

Dropping to his knees, he tosses his hair out of his eyes, peering up at you through endlessly long lashes. Squeezing his hands into fists, he fights every urge pulsing, inviting him to trace the soft, sexy fabric that has you on display like this.

But he knows to wait.

"You're so good to me, Steven," you praise, carding a hand through his curls, inching gently toward him. "Got you something soft to play with."

"Gods, love," he chokes, forehead nuzzling your stomach as he struggles to keep his hands in place by his sides.

"Do you like it?" You murmur, using the grip on his thick hair to turn his face up to yours.

"Yes," he pants, nodding, despite your grip on him. "Oh god, yes. Please, I..."

"You want to touch me, baby?" You purr, stepping a little closer until his cheek rests against your soft abdomen. "Will you make me feel good?"

"So good, darling," he promises, his voice already wrecked as he tries to wait for your lead. "Won't stop until you make me."

You hum out a satisfied moan, nodding once, indicating that he can touch. Stretching out his fingers, he brushes your bare thighs temptingly, heavy breaths falling where his head stills rests against your stomach.

Seeing this beautiful man on his knees for you already has you stirring with raw want.

One agonizing inch at a time, he seems to return the favor, making you wait for the impending bliss that's sure to follow this display of restraint.

"So pretty like this," he whispers, finding the hem fitted over your hip bone. "Wonder how long it might take me to unwrap you like a present."

Now it is you shifting in anticipation, aching for his expert caress to find the center of you.

"Think I'll leave this on you while I make you come for me." His eyes flicker up to yours as he touches right where you want. Breath rushes out of you as he starts to pleasure you. "Would you like that, darling?"

"Yes, Steven, please..."

There it is. Once he turns the tables on you, there's no stopping him. This is gonna be fun.

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Ivy's 1st Ficiversary Celebration

Originally from Moon Knight Asks

Steven Grant-Centric stories

Moon Knight Masterlist

Main Masterlist

[stinmybubs]

Random Convos W/ Katsuki!

AN: Just some random shit I say to my bf irl that I think Bakugou would have the funniest reactions to.

B. Katsuki x AFAB! Reader!

“Wanna have sex ?” You suddenly ask your hot headed boyfriend. In the middle of a very calm study session by the way.

“What?” He turns to you questioningly, because the whole setting wasn’t even remotely sexual.

“Nvm I joke!” You giggle turning your head away from the stunned boy.

“No, ya’ can’t just ask that then go back to what you were doing!” He grabbed your face and made you look at him.

“I’m pulling down your pants.” You say randomly as you stare into his eyes.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” He lets goes of you. He should be used to your antics but you always ask these sort of questions at the most random moments it always caught him off guard.

“KATSSUUUUU~” you whine, kicking your feet on his bed.

“Eh?” He turns around from his desk to look at you.

“Why don’t you love me anymore?” You hug the pillow you were laying on, staring into Katsuki’s eyes.

“What the fuck are ya’ talkin about?” Katsuki’s angry scowl and confused faced almost made you burst into laughters.

“I just want you to love me! CHOOSE MEEEE!! Love me!” You whine, flipping into your back dramatically. Trying your best to keep his attention.

“I do love ya’! And if you wanna keep my love ya’ gonna stop yer’ whinin.” He gets up from his desk, ripping the pillow away from you.

“YOU DONT LOVE ME? WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT KATSUKI!? I’m telling Mina.” You immediately reach for your phone on Katsuki’s bed side table but he smacks your arm with the pillow.

“I just said I still love ya’! Where did this all even come from??” He questioned, gently smacking you with the pillow.

“Nothing! I love you too!” Quickly grabbing your phone to scroll through tik tok. Leaving the blonde boy utterly confused once more.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asks, obviously you don’t answer.

“Katsu my love! You know how that bitch early thought she got me? But in reality she got got, because a bitch got her but she tries to get me but she was already got. So a bitch got got, got, then, got got, get? Yknow what I mean?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you women.”

“DONT BE RUDE! I’m asking you a question!”

“I’m not even gonna fuckin answer whatever dumb shit that just came outta yer’ mouth.”

“Hope you get got one day…”

“WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?”

“I dunno!”

“Oh my god what the fuck is wrong with you!???”

AN: I got lazy with the last part! This was short fun little skit stuff!

[scekrex]

WAIT HOLD ON, I GOT ANOTHER. BWOAH

The Heavenly team of Exterminators playing hide and seek as a training to find demons if they hide somewhere and they only choose like a couple of people to hide before they start searching for them. Reader being on of the people chosen to hide, the problem is he hid so well that they can't find him. Reason for that being his amazing hiding skills that made him choose to hide in some sort of a chamber that there was only one way in, but it was hidden, so unless you knew how to get in and if you even knew it was there, you wouldn't know how to find the guy. Adam getting concerned where his husband went since they've been searching for him for a good hour and still couldn't find him before he hears a ding from his phone an a video message from reader "An hour in the chamber, they haven't found me yet, but when they do, they gon' be surprised" and Adam just having a whole ass "What the fuck, where is your stupid ass??" moment with reader just replaying "Bitch call me, I'm stuck just come get me out" and directing him to the chamber 😂😂

Okay hear me out: airtag for reader NOW bc otherwise Adam might lose that dude for good (no he won't bc reader will always find back to him but it causes a panic attack almost every time) also I live for the Adam pics you always send w ur asks

Constant Headache

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, yet another crack fic

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

“Soldiers,” Lute yelled as she slowly walked towards the group of exorcists. If you were to be honest you didn't even fully understand how you had managed to become one of them, Adam had a pretty strict ‘women only’ rule when it came to his army, on the other hand had your husband never been fully able to tell you ‘no’, he had always given in sooner or later.

“Today’s practice will be about spotting and fighting the demons that think are clever by hiding from us,” she smashed her fist on the palm of her hand, “But we're smarter. And in order to spot hiding demons, you will be divided into two groups. The ones that will be hiding and doing their best to stay hidden, we want this to be as realistic as possible after all so once you've been spotted, put up a fight. And the ones who will seek for those hidden.” You looked up from your nails and raised an eyebrow at Lute, “So what you're saying is we're playing hide and seek, gotcha. Y'all get ready to suck dick because I will win this bullshit.”

Lute sighed heavily as she pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head at you, “No, Y/N, we're not playing fucking- Adam,” she turned towards the first man, who was currently busy on his phone. Once his name was called out he looked up in confusion though, the LED face on his mask seemed slightly annoyed by Lute's attitude, “Huh?” That caused the exorcist to groan loudly and she threw her head in her neck to underline her emotions, “Tell your little fucktoy that we're not playing hide and seek.” Adam turned his phone off and let it disappear in his pocket before crossing his arms over his chest, “First of all, don't fucking disrespect my husband like that, only I'm allowed to call him my fucktoy,” Lute shot you a warning glace as she saw the shit eating grin on your face, you flipped her off and mouthed a silent, “Yeah bitch, fucking respect me.” With every day that she got to spend with the two of you she understood more and more why you were married. The two of you were equally obnoxious. “Second, bitch what do you want from me, this is literally a game of hide and seek, babes is right about that one.” ‘When was babes not right about something,’ Lute thought but remained silent. Instead she turned to face the group again, ignoring Adam's words skillfully. “Anyways, group A, you will be given ten minutes to hide, once the ten minutes are over group B will start their seeking. Good luck,” and with that she started a timer.

You lazily walked over to Adam, who was back to playing some shitty mobile game, “Hey big guy, if you manage to find me soon we might have a little time for a quickie.” It was needless to say that that caught Adam's attention immediately but before he had the slightest chance to answer you, you pushed yourself off the ground. “Where the fuck are you even going,” the first man yelled at you, you turned around mid air to look at him from above, “Find out, if ya find me I'll suck your dick.” And that was s promise to Adam's liking.

You took off, already knew where to hide. It was a little chamber that you had found a couple hundred years ago. You weren't quite sure how you had stumbled across it but ever since then you have made it your little man cave and whenever you felt overwhelmed you simply went there to calm yourself down and escape from the bright colors of heaven for a few hours. The chamber only had one entrance and it was hidden behind ivy vines.

All in all it was a cozy little place and a comfortable hiding spot, you also doubted that anyone would find you there and that was a simple win in your book, you'd win that game of hide and seek just to shove it in Lute's face. Yeah Lute… that was a thing you didn't like to think or talk about lately. Ever since the extermination day got closer she became insufferable. The training schedule was tight, jokes seemed to be forbidden and she treated everyone like they were garbage - sometimes even Adam. Usually the exorcist was fun to have around, she'd be up for one or two stupid decisions and would crack the most unfiltered jokes but with extermination day being in two months she just threw all of her likable traits away to become that bossy bitch that hated on everyone, no matter how well they were doing.

You sighed as you sat down on the cold yet dry ground and waited. It would probably take a while for one of them - probably your husband - to reach out for you and check where the fuck you were. So you took out your phone and checked social media.

In the meantime Adam was having a crisis, he had looked behind every rock, in every tree, fuck he had even searched for you on the bottom of the river at that point. But you were nowhere in sight. “Where the fuck is that bitch,” he mumbled to himself as he checked a tiny cave he had just discovered but nothing. “Someone’s mad he won't get a blowie?” Lute's grin was audible and it caused Adam to sigh in annoyance, “Fuck off, Lute.” She dropped the grin and got serious again at that, “Actually Sir, I'm here to inform you that all exorcists had been found, well all but Y/N.” That made the first man worry even more and a little bit of panic was noticeable in his voice when he ordered Lute to tell the exorcists to look for his husband. The lieutenant executed the order given to her within a heartbeat.

An hour passed and there was still no sign of you, that was until a notification popped up on Adam's phone screen.

‘Babes has sent you a video.’

The brunette opened it immediately and frowned as he watched the video of you showing off the chamber you were hiding inside, “An hour in the chamber, they haven't found me yet,” your voice sounded quite pleased with that result as you flipped the camera to grin at it, “But when they do, they gon’ be surprised as fuck.” Adam started at the screen for a moment, then he smashed his fingers down onto the digital keyboard, typing out in all caps, ‘What the fuck, where's your stupid ass???’

It only took you a moment to respond, a voice message this time, “So y’know, maybe I'm stuck in that man cave of mine,” Adam looked irritated at that, was he supposed to know where that said man cave was? Had he missed something? “Just fucking call me and I'll give ya the directions, get me the fuck outta here I'm starving.” Adam turned to look at Lute who shrugged apathetically, “Your bitch not mine.” Fucking great.

So Adam called you and you directed him to where you were still hiding. It took the first man quite a while to both get his ass there and find the entrance but once he did, you were already waiting there for him. “Okay just grab me and pull me out,” you mumbled as you reached for his hand. He grabbed your forearm firmly and did as he had been told.

As soon as you were out you cockily leaned against his side, “Took ya a while.” Adam grumbled something about your hiding spot being unfair but you ignored that, instead you asked, “So, did I win?” The first human soul in heaven rolled his eyes at that, “Yeah, yeah you won.” You patted his chest as you walked past him, “Awesome, now let's go so I can shove it in Lute's face.” Adam simply followed you, “What about my blowjob though?” You turned around to face him, a small grin on your lips, “If you behave like the good boy we both know you can be I'll blow you when we're back home.”

And in that moment Adam was really fucking thankful for his mask because while he was sure you knew he was blushing, you had no proof for that. “Fucking fine,” he whined but you knew as much as he did that it was just an act. So the two of you flew back to Lute and the others.

“What the fuck took you so long?” Lute snapped at Adam once the man had set his foot on the ground next to her, you were quick to jump in tho, “Dickmaster here had been busy shoving his cock down my throat, now we're here so shut up and give us the next task already, hide and seek was way to fucking easy.”

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You’ll Do

Amy’s boss Mia was as cruel as she was beautiful & made Amy nervous whenever she was around. Despite this somehow Amy found the courage to interview as her replacement. For some reason Mia was leaving the company & hiring her own successor. Needless to say the interview went awful.

Adding insult to injury, Amy had to ride the elevator with Mia directly after the interview and Mia didn’t hold back on her comments.

“You see Amy you lack what I need in a successor, you don’t have the killer attitude needed to succeed. On top of that you have a terrible dress sense and are a 5 at best. Yes I could ‘improve’ you but why put lipstick on a pig when I could pick someone who needs little work at all.” Mia said with a sharpness to every word that plunged Amy into a deeper depression than she already was.

“That’s why I’m giving the job to Kali, she’s so perfect for the role I didn’t even interview her. Im going to meet her right now and by tomorrow she’ll be your new boss, although I’m sure she’ll remind you of me.” Mia continued with a knowingly smile.

Amy knew Kali and was dreading her promotion. She was no where near as bad as Mia but she was certainly only a few steps away. Knowing she would be taking over made Amy want to call in sick for the rest of the year.

However just as they were nearing their floor the elevator suddenly shunted to a halt, stopping dead. Amy just stood there, knowing she couldn’t do anything while Mia rolled her eyes.

“I’ll have the maintenance team hung for this.” Mia snarled as she took out her phone and contacted the elevator technician.

“2 hours? No this is unacceptable! I need to get to my meeting! I’ve already waited too long!” Mia screamed down the phone.

Amy had never seen Mia so agitated, she figured Mia had some sort of fear of tight spaces. Amy let herself have a brief smile knowing that Mia was human like the rest of them.

However as an hour passed without much progress, Amy started to get worried about Mia. She was sweating and pacing like crazy and even seemed to be twitching now and again.

“M-Mia it’s alright, we’ll be out of here soon. Just breathe.” Amy said calmly to her boss.

“Oh shut up you twit, this is beyond your understanding, this body is expiring and I need a new one!” Mia snapped back. She looked at her watch and fear etched her face.

“Oh fucking screw it, you’ll do.” Mia said and surely lunged at Amy who was too quick to react. Mia grabbed Amy’s face in her hands and planted her lips on her lowly employee’s.

Amy’s eyes went wide as she felt something slither from Mia’s mouth to her own and down her throat. Mia’s body went limp and collapsed to the ground. As it hit the ground it immediately turned to dust, leaving Amy to wonder what the hell just happened.

“Ugh I can’t believe I had to take your pathetic body.” Said a voice that sounded like it was coming from inside Amy’s head. It was a deep ethereal voice that sent shivers down her spine.

“W-who said that?” Amy nervously asked.

“Not that it matters but I have gone by many names. Abyzou, Hecate, Morrigan, and most recently, as you can see, Mia but you can call me Lilith, all others will call us Aimee, once I improve you of course.” The voice said with a cackle.

Before Amy could ask a follow up question, she doubled over in pain. Putting her hands on the glass mirrors of the elevator to steady herself, she watched as her nails grew long and sharp, like wicked talons.

Radiating down from there her pale skin turned sun kissed, as if she never spent a day in the office. The tan ran up her arms, making them tingle in pleasure in the process. Her body began to change as the tan ran down her figure. Every inch that it touched she felt a warm sensation that came also with a tightening of skin or modification of fat. Her boobs for instance once a meagre B cup ballooned out into an impressive pair of double d’s.

“Mmmm yesss this never gets old. This feels so fucking good doesn’t it Amy?” Lilith purred in Amy’s head. Amy wanted to plead with her to stop whatever magic she was doing but to her shame she found her pussy getting increasingly wet. It helped that it too changed, becoming tighter and more sensitive.

Staring at her shifting face, she watched as her lips grew into a bitchy pout, her hair became incredibly sleek and straight, and smoky makeup appeared on her eyes. It was now a face that commanded authority, a stern but sexy facade that would have others eating out of the palm of her hand either out of fear or of lust.

“I was going to take Kali’s body but now I’m glad I took yours. It’s been decades since I transformed Mia from the worthless house wife she was into a bitchy and powerful CEO, I forgot how much pleasure it gives me to turn a goodie goodie nobody into a wicked whore. Kali was too like me already but now I can’t wait to make that split bow down and lick our pussy.” Lilith said but this time the voice was starting to change. It was starting to sound eerily like Amy’s.

Amy for her part was feeling increasingly calm about the apparent devouring of her soul and merge with Lilith. As the seconds ticked by her mind was filled with wicked memories of Lilith through the centuries. She had been a witch, a queen, a faux goddess, a homewrecker, a trophy wife, a queenpin, and everything in between. The one constant was she was always in charge. For Amy, as someone who always took a backseat the idea of being on top scratched an itch she never knew she had.

“Oh god! Yessss! Kali will be our little simping slut! Change us more! Make us a hawt fucking bitch! Merge us into one!” Amy moaned loudly as she felt her new bigger tits with her perfectly manicured hands as the magic worked its way to her ass flairing it out. Her stomach crunched as it became slimmer and body toned all over to give her a delightfully flexible and athletic body.

Finally her demure gray work clothes became darker, tighter, and more revealing as they clung to her new body. Her pants hugged her legs as they became intimating leather and 6 inch heels sprang out of her flats lifting her to new heights. As the changes reached their apex, her eyes rolled back into her head as the two minds merged into one new evil persona.

“Mmmm much better. It was about time there was for a change in management.” Amy smirked to herself. As if on cue the elevator shunted to life again and finished its descent to the bottom. Amy picked up Mia’s left over purse and phone beside the pile of dust and took out lipstick from the bag.

Amy just finished applying a shade when the door dinger open and two sweaty maintenance workers stood there. Amy enjoyed their lingering looks at her ass as she capped the lipstick and put it back into her bag. She brushed past their stunned looks.

“Sorry miss but where is the CEO? She called us in a panic.” One blurted out. Stopping in her tracks Amy turned her head back to them.

“That’s me. I’m Aimee, the CEO of this company and if you so if you don’t want to lose your job I suggest you clean up that pile of first that’s in there immediately.” Aimee snarled back at them. The two men quickly jumped to attention.

Aimee however had already forgotten about them, she had her sights on a gorgeous woman sitting in the lobby looking anxiously around. Approaching Kali with all the menace of a predatory lioness, Aimee snuck up on her new lowly employee.

“Kali, what time do you call this?” Aimee said angrily. Kali looked up at was stunned to see who the voice belonged to.

“Amy? You look… wow. I’m waiting for Mia, she wanted to discuss something with me.” Kali said somewhat flabbergasted.

“Mia is no longer your concern. She has put me in charge and my first order of business is to hire you as my assistant. Follow me.” Aimee said strutting off back to the elevator where the men were finishing up. Aimee stood at the elevator door and beckoned Kali in.

“I- I don’t understand, I thought I was getting a promotion or something.” Kali said but Aimee just stared at her without saying a word. Kali felt the new bitch’s eyes burrow deep into her soul and she felt compelled to get into the elevator.

Aimee pressed the button for the executive suite and the doors shut sealing them in. Only once they were alone did Aimee finally speak again.

“This is a promotion, you get to taste the pussy of a goddess from now on. You’re going to be the executive simp. So kneel down like a good little slut.” Aimee said as she towered over Kali.

[subway-boss-jericho]

Aside from his cries, What kind of sounds does Ingo make now?

Lovely question! 🥺 :D

Steady Tracks Ingo, unfortunately, does not have a proper set of vocal chords to speak most of the sounds needed for English language. While this is still about his cry, his regular sounds that he can achieve just by speaking involve any combination of sounds from his existing cry. A-W-L-A B-O-A-H. This is obviously limiting, but gives him a decent vocal variety to work with. When speaking aloud, most sounds he makes are heavily guided by his instincts, and by extension rarely map to human word forms and sentence structure.

Outside of his cry! He can do other things!!

I am not going to reveal exactly how he can do this because I wanna write about it some time later down the line, but he can make a low, loud wind-instrument sound like a proper train whistle. He does this naturally, but can also do it purposefully as well. It is usually used (when intentional) to express joy or as a warning call. Due to the nature of how loud/harsh it can be on the ears, he tries to be careful when using it in casual settings or when people are particularly close by.

Additionally! Through means I again plan to elaborate on in further chapters, Ingo has abilities that allow him to produce seismic vibrations. Through the same sort of way he can use Earthquake, he can make various buzzing, rattling, and rumbling sounds. This does mean that he can purr and if anyone calls it that he will die On The Spot from sheer, overwhelming embarrassment. I think I meant to post this on its own at some point but I have a drawing I'm gonna put below as an example :> as a treat. Made this last year.

While yes, he does do this to express pleasure, comfort, or ease, it's one of his most versatile forms of verbal/nonverbal/(does it count as verbal if it's not ?? speaking)/auditory communication. He often uses low rumbles to signify nervousness, displeasure, assent, dissent, wariness, frustration, and many other emotions. It's extremely context-based, and is often one of the easiest default replies in response to anything. Higher or faster buzzing is rarer, and I don't have a specific example of intention to offer, but you can imagine it's used in very different contexts. However, I do think he uses higher-pitched buzzes in short bursts as a way to get others' attention or express imploring/goading/approval. Like a phone vibrating. Genuinely I think he's mimicking phone notification sounds, but I don't think he realizes why.

This is not necessarily intentional on his behalf, but when straining his voice he tends to make loud metallic screeching and scraping sounds. This is probably what Boom Burst sounds like, although that move can likely take on the properties of most of his vocal abilities. This is what it would sound like if, for any reason, he tried/needed to scream at the top of his register. Bad for all involved! Including himself!

And just so you all know, he sounds most human when he's laughing. :>

I think that's the majority of his auditory toolkit! Thank you for the super engaging question!

Steady Tracks Masterpost

[reality-of-woes]

💐, 🌼, and 🌻? (I know you’ll like 💐 bc your partners are nerds)

A/N: AUGH Dahlia I'm sooooo sorry this took so long to answer,, I literally had it finished and clicked off of it by mistake and lost. Everything I was writing so I had to do it all over again :'( BUT WE PERSEVERE!! Thank you sooo much for the ask as always,, and the nerd callout lmao

-I'll be answering all of these for my thg dr!!! Full names have been avoided tho bcs. I'm not trying to show up on ppls dashes & get put in a reddit cringe comp yk </3

💐: Do your s/os have a certain interest or hobby that they gush about? How long have they been enraptured by it? Have they tried to get you interested too?

H- There's the obvious poetry, and the eventual looking after geese, but those hobbies are very personal and I don't think I'd want to encroach on them too much. He does read a lot though, when hes sober, brings books to games control and stuff- genre doesn't seem to matter so much but he leans toward histories, biographies, collections of geographical information or short stories. Its always interesting to walk in and see whatever he's picked up on a given day, and I like to ask about them on his better days because hearing him give terrible abridged explanations of serious capitol history or legacy or whatever is pretty funny.

B- Invention is again the obvious, but I think given the workload the Capitol give him and the influence it has on the rebellion, building some new machine for the workforce or coding is much more of a job for him than a hobby. In terms of actual hobbies, he collects a lot of really old stuff. Most of it is unusable or scrap tech parts, but he has a good deal of pre-panem records and complicated machines that he works on repairing in his spare time. I'm hopeless with tech and mechanical stuff, but I think I'd enjoy getting to hear him talk over the phone about some ancient computer element he managed to get his hands on. The process of putting it back together might not make sense to me, but I'm still invested in it.

C- Cooking! He doesn't do it very often because, again, he isn't usually sober, but getting to test recipes and intricate techniques and just sort of. Learn how to make good food without any monetary strings attached is very enjoyable for him. He can't bake so well, but the savory stuff he's made that I've been able to taste has been phenomenal. Of everybody hes also the most encouraging and spontaneous with his bursts of inspiration- most of our calls are ridiculously late at night, spurred on by an outlandish flavor combination he thought of on the spot and now wants my opinion on. I've shared a lot of traditional D10 recipes with him to reportedly good results, and it makes me happy to know he takes my thoughts on it all so seriously.

W-Her biggest hobby really is inventing- I don't think she talks about it as much, not unless somebody asks or shes actively bouncing new ideas off of someone like Bee, but she definitely gets into a zone when shes drawing up some plan or strategy to build a new machine that is very interesting to watch from an outsiders perspective. I think for her it sort of comes naturally, the desire to build things that better peoples lives and then the execution of that idea in the however-many-stages it goes through, and shes always in her element when shes being challenged by what shes building, which is nice to see. It really is like the world melts away when she has a final concept in mind to work towards, and I'm happy it makes her so happy.

🌼: What do you find the most beautiful about your s/os? What about that aspect of them is so beautiful to you? In turn, what do they think the most beautiful thing about you is?

H- The most beautiful thing about him to me is how hopeful he is. It might sound kinda cliche or dumb but the rare moments of genuine hope I've seen from him- they're always there, just buried most of the time- are so beautiful and raw and I really love that about him, how even through his outward cynicism he always carries that internal sweetness. I also think he has a very beautiful way of thinking- miserable, and dark, but I think there's a lot of merit and poetic quality to that. In terms of physical attributes alone though? 100% his hair. Black curls are just really pretty idk what to tell you

B- His hands. I've dedicated posts to them before and I'll do it again,, his hands,, so pretty,,,, whats that one post um. "If a woman tells you you have nice hands it means shes sending her friends the kind of texts serial killers would send. Free her" its that its that. ASIDE from the hands, his most beautiful quality is his intelligence & dedication. I could literally fill notebooks writing about how deeply touched I am by his meticulous care for everything & in fact I probably will.

C- His humor. Are the jokes terrible? Yes. Does anyone really laugh at them? Not really! But me personally I think the self-deprecating humor and big smile and earnest everything-ness that he exudes is sooooo charming so pleasing so wonderful,,, I love a very genuinely awkward but sweet person I really do and he just. Encapsulates that so completely & I think its beautiful. Again, in terms of just physical attributes, I'd say his smile (obv) aaand maybe his height. I usually go for shorter guys but hes much taller than me and theres something doubly charming about someone so tall being so like. Open and awkward !! I think its cute!!!!!!

W- Her eyes. She stares a lot, and some people find that kind of off-putting (cough cough Hay describing her in the new book as 'unnerving',,,) but they're beautiful to me because they're so expressive and clear that it makes them super easy to capture in drawings or describe. I also think her voice is absolutely lovely, even if she doesn't speak so much. Its quiet but so pretty, and listening to her describe a recent invention? Listening to her sing?? I'm charmed I'm enamored I'm down astronomically bad. Then of course there's her intelligence, which just like,,,,, the capacity to understand everything she does, and to do it so effortlessly, is really brilliant to me. Like its incomprehensible but so cool and I love that about her

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As for what they think of me? I really don't know!!! I think I'm pretty enough, so maybe my face? My sarcasm? My knowledge- not so much in academics or machines, but in medicine and plants? My singing? My loyalty?? Genuinely who's to say. Maybe none of those things!!! I'll have to ask sometime lol

🌻: How do your friends describe you and your s/os relationship? Do you and your s/os share a lot about your relationship or do you keep a lot of it secret?

Though our relationship is very secret (It isn't even legal to be queer, so we can hardly get away with a public 5 person inter-district polycule) my close friends know, or have inferred, that I'm dating other victors by the time we hit our late thirties. Naturally my brother Fleece found out first when he discovered the back section of my music notebook was entirely dedicated to songs about them, which meant his wife found out about 20 minutes later. He probably sees it as sweet, or maybe tragic- but Bovie is much more pessimistic about it. I think she would describe us as irresponsible for letting it get to that point, both because of the danger it poses to us and possible bias against helping our own district. She isn't wrong in fairness, but I can already tell its going to cause some sort of argument in future. As for my other friends- Fleeces bandmates & Celio, whos mother ran the apothecary I worked in before the games, I think they would mind their business to a point, or share Fleeces sentiment about it being nice but tragic. Overall, I don't think they would pay it too much mind unless I actively brought it up- which I probably wouldn't do.

[ivory-lamps]

B23: Happiness That Isn't Matching

Characters: Nagi, Ryui, Tao, Toi, Netaro, Nanaki & Kinari Location: HAMA Summary: Toi does his best to find Yodaka’s whereabouts with his divination powers. There isn’t a lot of time until the performance begins, and Nagi comes up with an idea to buy time until Yodaka returns. Proofreader: Shay

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Nagi: “Are you okay?”

Momiji / Kaede: Sorry, I still haven’t found Yodaka-san yet…!

Nagi: “It’s fine. I’m used to these sorts of situations.”

Momiji / Kaede: B–But we only have 7 minutes left…!

Nagi: “It’s the opposite – we still have 7 minutes.”

Momiji / Kaede: ……

Nagi: “We still have 7 minutes, so use 2 minutes to take some deep breaths and listen to what I have to say, okay?”

Momiji / Kaede: A–Alright…

Nagi: “I’m going to get Toi to figure out where Yodaka-san is with his divination powers. Once we find out where he is, I’d like you to head there right away. Do you know where the company car is parked?”

“Netaro will let you know where Yodaka-san is on your phone, so if you’re feeling anxious, look at the info there. Buchi-san will head over to the carpark with Yodaka-san’s outfit, so once you have that, take the car and go find Yodaka-san.”

“Did you get all that?”

Momiji / Kaede: Uh, I’m going to head to the carpark, take Yodaka-san’s outfit from the Chief, and then head to where Yodaka-san is, right…!?

Nagi: “Yep~ We’ll contact you once we find out where he is. Either way, we’re not going to make it in time for the concert, so make sure you drive safely. Oh, I also told Kafka the situation.”

Momiji / Kaede: Thanks…! …B–But…

Nagi: “Hm?”

Momiji / Kaede: (What if Yodaka-san’s absence is a way of showing his intentions…? I know that’s not true, but…)

What if… Yodaka-san says he doesn’t want to come…?

Nagi: “...... I see.”

Momiji / Kaede: (I know there’s no point in saying that right now, but Nagi-kun is just so calm. I can’t help but voice my worries aloud…)

Nagi: “Then you’ll have to replace him on stage, Manager.”

Momiji / Kaede: What…!?

Nagi: “I’m kidding.”

“But hmm… if that happens, signal to me from the audience and we’ll think of something together.”

“Right now, just thinking about what we can do in the ‘meantime’ is more than enough, so be careful you don’t trip over in a panic, okay?”

Momiji / Kaede: O–Okay… thanks, Nagi-kun.

*The phone call is hung up*

Nagi: Alright.

Now, I need to think about what we can do while Yodaka-san is making his way here.

Ryui: Wait…! I ain’t gonna allow Toi to do this!

Toi: Ani-sama, I’m going to find out where Yodaka-san is!

Ryui: No! If you’re going to do that, then you’ll need to borrow their power.

There’s no way I’d let them do that to you–

Toi: I want to do it!

Ryui: !

Toi: Ani-sama, it makes me proud to be able to do divinations. It doesn’t make me unhappy. At the very least, I want to do it and find out where Yodaka-san is…

So, let me and Aa-chama do it.

Ryui: ……!

Netaro: Gii~! I’ve captured the human you told me to!

Tao: I’m here, but… what’s going on? Did you guys run into some trouble?

Nagi: Thanks, Netaro. You always work fast. …Tao, thanks for coming.

Tao: N–No worries. You’ve got a scary look in your eyes, though, Hachinoya-san…

Nagi: Tao, when we were in the shower room the other day, I overheard you saying to Chihiro that you like “Elephant Trunk Memorial”. Is that true?

Tao: The comedy duo, right? Yeah, I think I remember saying I like them.

Nagi: What a coincidence. I also like them. If you’d like, why not team up with me to form a comedy duo like them? Come, our stage is ready. It’s right there. Let’s walk down the glorious path of comedy together.

Tao: ……

Huh!? Wait, I–

Nagi: Time nor youth will wait for you, Tao. We must move forward. Now, onto the path of comedy.

Tao: Why!?

Ryui: Hey, Hachinoya… you’re being ridiculous right now, you know that…?

I haven’t forgotten that atrocious speech you made at the ceremony, ya know!

People are gonna die if they hear more of your freakin’ awful jokes. I’m not tryin’ to hurt ya feelings, so let’s come up with something else…

Nagi: Something else? Like what? It might sound ridiculous, but I’m serious.

Ryui: …… Well…

Nanaki: Um~... Can I start playing the intro…?

Kinari: Unless Natsume-sama can return in 10 minutes, I recommend starting the concert later.

Tao: W–What should I do? Should I go out there!? Are you serious? I’m not even a member of the Night Group, and I just watch comedy shows – I don’t do ‘em!

Ryui: U–Ugh…!

Nagi: Got anything else in mind?

Ryui: …… Freakin' hell!!!

Kinouchi, go back.

Tao: Huh…?

Ryui: Toi.

Toi: Yeah…?

Ryui: Is it really you that’s saying you want to do the divination? It’s not for me or the other people in the Night Group?

Toi: Yeah, it’s something I want to do – for myself.

Ryui: …I don’t want to stop you from doing the things you want to do. So I’ll prioritise your feelings first. And…

It’d help me out if you did the divination, too… Okay?

Toi: ––! Yeah, Ani-sama, just leave it to me!!

Ryui: Nanamegi, play the intro. Kinugawa, take care of the lighting, alright?

Hachinoya and I are gonna go up on stage, and we’re gonna die there. That’s all.

Nagi: You’re so manly.

Ryui: You just noticed that now, idiot?

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[r0-boat]

R0 :0, I wanna see what you can do for the funny rock guy Roark since you mentioned him c; Both sfw and nsfw of him as your dorky boyfriend. Also hope you enjoy rock puns.

https://m.bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Roark/Quotes

I also like looking up a character’s dialogue here, my favorites are "W-what? That can't be! My buffed-up Pokémon!"

After being defeated

"This is embarrassing... I went and lost to a Trainer who didn't have a single Gym Badge... “

YEESS MORE ROARK

My dudes, I have such a crush on him. He's so cute and nerdy, yet there's this air of jock in him I can't explain-

Roark boyfriend/dating head cannons

Gym leader Roark x gn! Reader sfw/nsfw headcanons

Sfw

Rork is a calm and Collective man yet at first when it comes to saying how he feels about you he just doesn't seem to be happy with how he wants to confess with you, he wants to tell you exactly how he feels but he feels that words alone cannot fully describe his feelings.

If words alone cannot make you understand his feelings then he works his ass off going into the underground to find you something that would prove what is heartfelt for you. Can't make this shit up when he first asked you out he gave you a courting rock as a gift. he gave you was a pale Sapphire.

when it comes to geology he gets his aura of confidence back as he tells you in a low whisper to hold it up to the sun. Watching your eyes glimmer and light up when you held his gift up to the light made his heart drum. Suddenly something just slipped from his lips he hadn't even realized he said it until he watched your reaction.

" when held to the light, Pale Sapphires reflect bright and dazzling colors. It's an accurate example of what you do to my life, but you are even more precious than any stone."

Being a geology nerd he excitedly tell you about every rock and stone he found when he was visiting the oreberg mines and the Sinnoh's Underground. He could go on and on about each Stone and their difference he's really grateful for dealing with him when he's talking your ear off. And not wanting to kill him when he makes a rock pun for the fifth time today.

He feels sort of protective over you not in an overly sort of way, however. Especially if you were one to put yourself in danger, he'll make sure he's either with you or at your beck and call for when you get hurt. preferably being with you so he could spend some much-needed time with you.

Roark is always attentive to what you're doing whether it's playing against your body and arm around you his ocus solely on you or whatever you're doing whether it be on your phone, reading a book or playing a game. When he can't see you he just gets this urge to either call you or text you He seems to always want to know what you're doing.

Nsfw

Roark is a man that knows what he wants and when he wants it. He may be a massive nerd at times, but he is not shy nor Innocent by any means. He has been guilty of picking you up and holding you up against the smooth, cold wall of a cave, unable to keep his lips off you.

He could be pretty demanding, as well. Don't be surprised when he starts ordering you around, getting quite authoritative as he uses his strength to manhandle you into places he wants you to be. Roark is vocal during sex whether it be growling or moaning reading his teeth to try to stifle his noises or just talking.

"W-wet, fuck-you're so wet and.. Grnn- hah! Tight! Fuck! Sorry, I-I can't be gentle today please tell me if it's too much."

"o-oh- Arceus, you drive me crazy, im so hard for you."

Roark prefers being rough with you, but he would never ever do anything you wouldn't want to do, so he would always ask if he could be rough with you before he slides inside. Sometimes as he starts slow and deep, he gets carried away, his eyebrows beginning to furrow and sneaking around your neck, lightly choking you as his cock drills into you. Especially when he's close and trying to chase his high to fill you up at the same time, have you cum while he's balls deep.

To the gym leader, there is nothing better than after sex cuddles when he's still inside you, holding you close to his body and kissing you. His natural scent mixed with the cologne he put on this morning was welcoming as you snuggle into his chest, hearing him chuckle.

Roark can't not be in control. Even if he lets you be on top of him, he can't help but get handsy of the sudden he's grinding you down on his cock while bucking his hips upward. To fully stop in from taking back control you have to tie him down. And if you do you might actually break him, leaving him into a begging, writhing mess.

And when you decide to give him little encouragement at work taking him some naughty photos and texts while you're at home and sending it to him. You see him trying to respond but ultimately not saying anything. You frown but you get it it must be really busy what Roark was doing was physical labor after all. But you're surprised when he comes home he rashes over to you practically stripping he seems out of breath his face flushed pink he claims on top of you his mouth immediately on your neck and shoulders giving you kisses, a hand on your chest well another one going below your pants.

"Mmh, you feel me? This is what you did to me all fucking day. Are you going to do something about it? This was your doing, after all. You need to take responsibility for your actions."

[thegeminisage]

WRATH OF KHAN breakdown

i watched this movie with catherine maulthots six days ago and liveblogged it incoherently on a notepad file on my phone because No Way was i opening this devils website when spock could die any moment. i am recording my experiences here for posterity

firstly i did know going in that he was going to die. this made me wracked with anxiety. more on that later. actually when kirk walked up and was like ha ha arent you supposed to be dead i almost lost it .5 seconds into the movie

absolute first thing was that we werent sure whether or not the thing in the beginning was a test. absolutely LOST MY MIND when i realized it was the kobayashi maru. every ten seconds during this movie i went "omg an aos reference" even though i knew it was really the other way around. somehow i thought mister perfect tos jim wouldn't cheat on the test so when they sort of hinted at what he did but didn't say it i was FROTHING to know more

bones's gay little posture. that's it that's the whole bullet

bones coming to jim's place at night was like the opening of some retro gay porno. DELIGHTED to find out that jim's allergies were not in fact an aos fanon but based in both aos and tos canon (re his little old man glasses)

mad that all of the movies seem to flirt with whether or not james t kirk should retire or captain a starship and then never resolve that question ever. it's like will shatner's insecurity about aging was leeching into the very script. girl we ALL KNOW what he should be doing so either shit or get off the pot

birthday gifts cute though. oh my fucking god. a book and glasses and he shows up with both repeatedly throughout the film

khan's tits were amazing. even as an asexual, even queer as a two dollar bill, i am full of admiration for what he had going on. he was rockin it

when they put the little worms into chekov and terrel cathy was like "omg THATS why they called them khan worms" and then i got to say "omg spn reference" instead of "omg aos reference" and we were so excited she wasn't even mad about it. also, they were so gross, oh my god, i couldn't look, she had to tell me when it was safe to unhide my eyes

meanwhile we're also mercilessly mocking the oversight that allowed khan and chekov to know one another. how did that plothole make it into production

EYE personally was very shocked at the amount of non-annoying women in the movie (two??). i liked both saavik and carol though i had to google to see if saavik was a human or vulcan. VERY cute that spock gave her the wheel to fuck with kirk specifically even though anyone but kirk being captain is so WEIRD. spock can be acting captain but not actual captain!!!

i ALSO knew from spoilers that carol had had kirk's fucking child which i may have accidentally also ruined for catherine so when a woman with an adult son mentioned james kirk onscreen we both became a little. unwell.

khan's "i shall have him" this sort of sexual tension is one of many things missing from into darkness. NOT that i want to see b*nedict c*mberbatch have that with anyone bc he is quite literally so ugly i have to cover his face with my hand when i watch into darkness but they should have cast a better person as khan and then made him have sexual tension with kirk.

cathy on the khan worms coming out of chekov's ears: wow, i love that! me on the same thing: i hate it

khan's "i wish to go on hurting you" no comment

khan yell REALLY GOOD. glad to see some things never change. william shatner was like i have been and will ever be a huge fucking ham

when carol marcus went "can i cook or can't i" i decided to go ahead and start liking women again. nature is healing, etc

if i had seen kirk pop that apple in his mouth while talking about how he didn't like to lose before i wrote gambler's knife. well. the fic probably wouldn't have changed much but my brain chemistry has certainly changed now. i can't explain w human words. AAAAAAUGH

spock's line about "sauce for the goose" was so out of character we had to check the transcript and make sure that was him speaking and not kirk. "sauce for the goose"??? sir, you're a vegetarian

the cgi was surprisingly good in whatever version we watched. it really holds up, which is ironic considering we had 20-minute vistas of it in the previous movie, where it was just okay

spock's death. i cried all the way through. don't text.

i did have a vague idea of what was going on when he melded with bones bc you literally cant avoid spoilers but i didn't have Details so i was very shocked for a second until i remembered

SPOCK'S FUNERAL. oh he would have been insulted to hear jim call him human!!!!! but he WAS

kirk trying to run away from his kid was really good. if i hadn't been blinded with tears i would have really enjoyed it. didn't like the "you've never faced death" bit though bc OBVIOUSLYYY he was on tarsus iv.

anyway then they panned to the coffin and i was like SURELY HES GONNA POP OUT AND SAY SIKE but he didn't. he didn't and i just had to live with that. and we had planned to watch search for spock immediately the next day but fate intervened and i had to skip it TWO DAYS in a row and nearly died. the end.

also, i didn't realize the book spock had given kirk was the one he quoted at the end!!!!!!! really horrible.

[rennyji]

Yesterdays Revelations, Todays Conclusions (Lessons)...

THERES A SECTION TOWARDS THE BOTTOM, SEPARATED FROM THE TOP HALF, BY EQUAL SIGNS, THAT WAS NOT ON TWITTER. PLEASE NOTE.

Random convoluted conversation, in mixed languages of English & Indian, between my mother and me, from 5:45 PM-5:54 PM, on 4/1/24, in kitchen, where moms & my phone present & brain hacking.Shows nonsense that has to be b/c some1 is trying to get me frustrated with basic things.

Lesson of PowderedMix, in cup of water, on kitchen table(from 4/1/24 - mayB b4 12PM/after1PM). I spilled powder randomly, 2x. Was made 2B inattentive.-

-in conjunction w/last tweet, Mom gets on myCase, asking Y I don’t use sink, Y I don’t use counter where she is, Y I didn’t ask her 2 move from sink,& wats wrong w/me 4 spilling powder- all these Why Why Why’s! -was heated conversation necessary over 2 bounty paper towel sheets?-

-regards2lastTweet, POINT: U can’tPlan simple/even big things (where2scoopPowder4drink), U cantAnticipate(powderSpilling), U cantGoOnEverlastingSalvaging(w/Y’s as2Y, onKitchenTable vs sink/Y not askSome1Else2DoIt-escalates). U talk Directly w/voice, by lookingInEye,orGetLost.

Would any of you believe, the people doing the various levels of mind control/mind reading/possession with me, spend hours talking, gently addressing having sex, then harem style lesbian sex, then a girl who I never talked to, but felt heart broken over,-

- in conjunction with previous tweet, over & over, its told 2 me, like military conditioning, “Rachel is dead” like they think I have god like powers & saying it in me,will make it happen. They haunt me repeatedly w/this name. Then they say she attempted suicide over randomness.-

- they tell me while everyone experienced, what they call are my strong emotions, somehow I’m responsible for her attempting Suicide over these stupid kids saying they relayed her inappropriate manner.-

- they tell me, while everyone experienced, what they call are my strong emotions, somehow I’m responsible for Rachel, a girl from 18 years ago, attempting Suicide over these stupid kids saying they relayed her in an inappropriate manner.-

-They tell me I’m Ram & she’s Sita from Hindu love story, in manner of making fun of my dad as owner of something like a 7/11, or me as Apu from Simpsons, or me being a version of Buddha nicknamed “Guru Nobody.”army men tell me I’m a pussy, that they as numerous d*ks RamIn.-

- we all watch tv w/our favorite actors/actresses. They notice I like how Fox News Anchor Kaylie McEnany, who I believe is married w/2 kids. They then tell me, while talking in head as me, 2 condition me thru me, that forget Rachel, whos also prob married now, move w/ Kayleigh. -

- then nonsense about a paycheck/telepathic reality love show or whatever those things are called…I think it’s called The Bachelor…then someone tells me recently, she’s been recruited as to be a female victim of some sort, so it’s not all about the Indian kids getting abused.-

-I was never treated as American citizen;never had rights, privacy, freedom, dignity, of 1. For 18 yrs+, this transpires. These guys doing this, get me in2delusional state & have me write against a possible Unity(United) government& have me in that state, depict self as patriot.-

- I think if you knew my time, inside and out, during the times this phenomena about penises and sex from SUNY University at Albany, and mind control from the U.S. government, transpired, where they give sensation of ball fondling/seizures, you agree with my next tweet:-

-regards2lastTweet, 2 finish thought/2 make it clear, While Ive no problems w/individual Americans, Myself? I am NOT an American. I will never B American. I refuse 2B anAmerican. These people inside me, outside me, are not my people. They claim 2B w/ me? Where?On TV?Delusions?!-

In the words of Christ, whose principles this Satanic country and American military (in their Crusade against the mind) were founded in, “My people are not my blood brothers and sisters, or the mother who shares blood/genes. My people R those who share in my values & practices.”

- in same manner the military or University at Albany makes me make life gestures at my television, which allegedly has a camera, from some of the correlational eye movements and how my chair is positioned, they made me, Renny, f* prostitutes, Rachel suck d*ks of guys arranged,-

- theyre telling me Kayleigh got hooked in another conspiracy associated w/1 of channels she’s aired in. Apparently something was gave her a “conscious stream” like virus in2 herHead. This conscious stream has apparently nullified brain waves, so she’s now like a cat w/o a soul.

- if U were all experiencing a fake conscious stream, it couldB governments way ofSayingThey can hack any1’s head, but they need 2 do it w/virus of a false conscious stream. They claim, only w/that, they can read minds/control them. That’s propaganda sent, when can happen w/o it.

- the fake conscious stream installed to experience emotions or mental upgrades, if any of this is real, was a trick 2 figure out ur brains frequency to read it/control it w/o fake stream, with correct key 2 door..I guess logic is, it happens 2 every1 now-2B paranoid or not…?!-

- the other two women that they keep extrapolating pros and cons in my mind repeatedly, like conditioning or even brain washing, are Paula Reid from CNN and Carlie Shimkus from Fox News. Something thought thru me Carlie had a tear masked over joy and makeup,-

- &Kaylie recd. a harmful upgrade 2 control emotion…So Kalyies married w/ 2-3 kids, Carlie’s either single mom or has single mom & apparently I’m receiving Indian arranged marriage w/ blondes b/c Im depicted as something outside an “Independent.”& Paulas unhappy as a Democrat?!-

- apparently, American theme of big cars, bigMoney, 4 blondes, this is propaganda 2 justify mind control/ reading…”look how he came out of it!” All while hearing conspiracy theories validated from The Why Files, w/Trump preaching Christian Nationalism w/ American Bible version.-

- then, while 7pm EST CNN Primetime was airing, when I went to my main floor, from my bedroom, to get something to eat: Between 7:43 PM and 7:47 PM, on 4/01/2024, My mom comes down and complains I left tv on. I have a complicated setup to turn on and I like sound playing around-

-in conjunction with previous tweet, Between 7:43 PM and 7:47 PM, on 4/01/2024, when my mom asks me why I left the tv on, I flat out say, we have bigger problems than tv raising electricity bill, like mind reading, mind control, &mental illness to worry about.-

-in conjunction with previous tweet, Between 7:43 PM and 7:47 PM, on 4/01/2024, regards2 mom asking me Y I left tv on, I flat out say, we have bigger problems like mind reading, mind control, &mental illness to worry about.-

-regards2last tweet,b/w 7:43 PM-7:47 PM, on4/01/2024, onMomSsking Y TV on, I said, WhenLifeConstantlyIn spotlight,U stopCaring. But mom responds w/utmost seriousness/tone, yeahSure, ur “go-to-excuse”2All Is “mind control.” TV showsLookBack @ me, Y&howCouldParents B outOfLoop…?!-

-regards2lastTweet, My tv shows look back @ me, Y & how could my parents be out of the loop…- does it have something 2 do with a troubled kids show, that put a camera in my tv screen, that the military & University at Albany is using 4 verifying mind control/reading, remotely?!

- so I’ve been in my situation for at least 18 years with no one, even my parents telling me, what goes on, I went numb to what I couldn’t change a while back. But something’s making me feel non matching sensations/anxiety 18 years later. Doesn’t time heal? -

-SUNY Albany ganged up on me on day of my finals, where I had 4 back2back. I went 2 that school 4 an additional semester. & I stayed behind in Albany area, w/o setting foot on campus, 4 a semester after that. Wouldn’t it strike any1 as odd, for random feelings 18 yrs later?-

- on famous people I see on News-legit famous people who no they get attention 4 normalReasons (Anderson, Erin, or Wolf on CNN), they seem calm (ifNothingElse )w/“abrupt” news. If fake conscious stream wasPlanted in ur head, it probably numbed news2mind control w/o need4 18 yrs.-

-if ur in fake conscious stream, where newscastersSeeMe, correlating2myMovements from TV screen onTheirEnd, thatsSourced fromCameraBehindMy TVscreen,this opens door 2 psychic “remote viewing” from 1960s CIA Project Stargate, exploring seeing others thru eyes of pics/vids of them.

Note conversation b/w mother & me, in common area consisting of kitchen, on 4/2/24 between: 10:17 AM-10:20AM (Lesson of “Buuut”this/that) 10:24AM-10:28AM (Lesson of Connotations like with basic words like “Worry”) Note mother’s attitude in voice, head shaking, body language.

- regarding last tweet, I didn’t have phone on me, but moms iPhone (for phone mic listeners) was lying on kitchen counter. For brain hackers remote viewing/mind controlling/brain map ear listeners,U have our ears, brain processing of copy able data, and real time ability2listen.-

- like how many idiots does it take to change a lightbulb when a camera or phone mic or, even more obvious: talking 2 some1 in the structure of law enforcement (after 18 years of snowballing escalation w/wats “already” been witnessed), face to face, human to human, eye to eye.-

- all these extra bells and whistles & trying to make things cool, is American government trying 2 exploit situation w/ everything it wants to do with a stupid brown man(face of their enemy) who’s apparently “lucky” to get such fortunate opportunity in his supposedly sad life-

- while I write things, b*stards in military & SUNY Albany cut off blood flow in various parts 2 body, regardless of headstand/corrective measures, causing constant sedation/weakness, complete lack of wound healing/facial scar healing/balding, pain where a slight stretch hurts-

- so physical torture and obstruction of breathing is induced. If I try to do the Harvard Dr Herbert Relaxation Response, my brothers is forcibly stopped midway b/c it’s supposedly gets in way of mind reading/control.-

- b/c good blood flow apparently contains Chinese CHI, and apparently source of my blessings in this cursed life is the Kama Sutra and something called tantra, Americans constrict my veins 2 being spindly at cost of great pain/discomfort 2 me, out of fear project won’t succeed.-

-so watIs “lesson of buuut this/that”? In life, alwaysA “but” weCanAdd 2OurSentences. “I can,” but cost is this, but I might have to do this, but then I’ll have to worry about that. Take out the “buts” or excuses 4 doing right things & act ethically, or continue being a*ses.-

- so watIs “lesson of connotations vs definitions vs colloquialisms, of basic words like “worry” ”? “Worry as colloquial expression “Don’t worry about it, man.” “Worry” by definition, w/mayB a little cultural connotation is anxiety, which canB extrapolated to excessive concern.-

-“Worry” in terms of cultural connotations/cultural clashes? My mom notices I bought 2 coolLooking sweaters. She decides 2 tell me, w/her 60, me 36, don’t wear everyday. U’ll ruin it. Where the h*ll do I have 2 go amidst confinement? I buy these things 2 feel comfortable @ home.-

- Then this inane topic becomes an intellectual random discussion, where if mom just ignored her idea for my clothing, there would be less irritation. I tell her “don’t worry about what I do” in these matters.-

-4 expressionSake: “don’t worry about it”: mom’s showing concern w/my shirt deteriorating from excessive wear. She defiantly responds w/“I am not worried.”She thinks of word “worry,” as an immigrant, quite literally. Shes thinking probably, something related 2 tears/fear/anxiety.

Prayer is communication w/God. OrchestratorsRestrictAbility 2prayInHead w/stream, whereOnlyThey canTalk. So, I say in a dialect, w/my mouth. Aloud, cuz can’t in head. Non English?2respect sanctityOfPrayer. Orchestrators? “Y he asks God 4 revenge on me? ThenInterrogationOnThat.-

Matthew 6:6-7 “But when U pray, go in2 ur room, close door & pray 2 ur Father, who is unseen. Then ur Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward U. & when U pray, do not keep on babbling like pagans, 4 they think they will be heard b/c of their many words.” ================================================

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"Lesson of the Username and Passwords" took place between 11:10AM-11:20 AM, where my dad, for some reason, prays aloud, about a brand range of things, without a door to close, on the floor, in our living room. His phone is always on him, even if mine wasn't on me or in my pocket. You're clearly hacking his brain, or could at the very least, listen through the mic on his phone. He said quite clearly, casually, (like more American nonsense in this crazy country), "none of us are behaving normally at this time, in his Indian dialect." (Months or years go by, since that comment in our tv room or living room). But what is the lesson from the story? My dad makes random requests of me, from updating a payment option on his automatic payment sites or taking a 5 hr driving class on his behalf. It's never, son! "Can you make me a cup of tea or warm some snacks for me?" It usually borders around: "Can you use the slow printer scanner (instead of the quicker TurboScan Pro App picture taking/scanning method on iPhone 14 pro max), to individually scan the 50 pages from a book I wrote and sold in India, where I was a trophy winner for writing through the Malayalee FOKANA convention. Being the water bearer of the family, the theme of his books, of which I cannot read because of the Indian language and Indian letters, is grief/toil/turmoil/anguish. But back to the point. My father's requests are slow, painful, and tedious. Then when someone raises a better method, or some criticisms, he says in his Indian dialect, "heaven forbid! I should ask my family members for some help with anything" <-Extreme random comments. So with the lesson of the username and passwords? I need to update my dad's payment method for his business' telephone bill's automatic payment, online. There is a username and password. In my thought restricting/blocking/ &inability to recall dilemma, I can't remember my own things or my own day shaping beliefs. If my dad doesn't know this and expects me to keep track of his usernames and passwords, and blames for not knowing them, on top of it all (when he can take the slightest bit of burden to write it in his Notes iPhone App or take advantage of the iPhone Password Manager), it just adds to the frustration of the day. It makes a 10 second online update, into a time consuming process, that he knows nothing about, where I have to update the username, forget the password link, change the password, confirm new account update in his email, and so forth. What's the lesson? Make reasonable requests from others, and take some responsibility for your information and actions by jotting them down or telling someone, so that when he asks someone to help you, there is no having them start from scratch. If you take responsibility, you lessen the responsibility of others. In effect, if you take care of yourself, you then take care of others and the load the they have to carry. In conclusion, you respect and love yourself, whereby you now respect and love others, in their time, and use of their mental energy.

[countlessrealities]

Do you guys think meg's newfound wealth has changed her at all? (for morty and summer)

Unprompted asks || Always accepting !

Morty squints slightly at the question, as if he was having trouble understanding it. Why would anyone think that something like money could change her? She wasn't that sort of person.

"N-No? I mean, s-she's changed since she got rid of her parents, b-but it has nothing to do with her being rich now," he replies with a little frown. "S-She's more confident an-and acknowledges her worth as a person more, b-but that's because she's working on herself. G-Going to therapy an-and unlearning all the bad stuff people f-forced her to believe."

Some of those people are still around, still where his almost girlfriend can see them, but he will make sure that this won't last long.

"S-She got more popular at school, b-but, uh, it's not like it has made her snobby or-or something. S-She isn't getting bullied much anymore, w-which is great. I-It's more like her situation changed b-because of the money, not her."

"Yeah, Morty's right. She's still Meg," Summer nods, barely taking her eyes off her phone. "Now she just have the resource to, like, shower people with presents and attention, but that's pretty much it. Oh, and she has a place where to organise sick parties."

[castle-dominion]

c4x7 cops & robbers

castle: bored af Tho I like how he's with his mom at the bank not for co-signing or anything but just for... moral support?

MR: Richard, I’m a business woman now. I do not want your money, I do not want your signature, thank you very much. It’s the principle. Dp: No, Ms. Rogers, it’s the interest. RC: And I’ve just lost mine. Excuse me.

I'm watching this after covid, it didn't seem out of the ordinary At All to see ppl with masks. RC, seeing sussy stuff: Hm. I think this bank is about to be robbed. *robbery starts* RC: It’s not my imagination. It’s definitely not my imagination. I love how he Just Happens to be on the phone with the cops when this is going down lol. She's able to just call it over to her homicide team

Ok so I know This Guy & he just nods at castle's shh motion. Makes sense For Now. Castle should really put the phone in his bra or smth so he can have it still recording w/o needing to have it up to his ear obviously. If it was in his bra (which he totally has) he could still describe the scene (which is smart of him) Manager just has it on his neck? Make that four. "You a cop? (to Castle) You called a cop?" "No. I-- We were already on the line when you guys came in."

British sounding accent huh Love the different doctor names. My first thought was healthcare was so bad in the usa that they needed to rob a bank. How did he open the door I thought he locked it? He DID lock it the thing is right there! I guess it has some wiggle room. You know, come to think of it, those doors look lik ethey are made of glass. Strong structured & thick, but still. A heavy object a couple times... Love a good hostage situation. We've all seen Die Hard we know how this goes.

Man's right. You're homicide he's robbery. He's also very calm & direct. Not impolite but firm & short. (tho "missed your cue" was rude) Where's demming tho?

What if I raise my hand to ask a question? lmao acab tho I don't trust anything here

Ryan looks very s2 like. Blue shirt, tie, brown normal jacket. Espt looks bisexual with his layers. Nice to have contacts in emergency service units Bro I think the robbery people have this handled.

She's a woman she doesn't need to have a bedroom voice the robber is just like horny & straight or smth I don't think that keeping him calm is hard bc he seems like a pro. TJ: Yeah, I don't like that other guy. KB: Yeah, me neither. peterson: ?? Trapper John! Bro it's M*A*S*H! You should come down & watch this episode with us! He IS a pro Oh no now cap peterson thinks that he is beckett's boyf.

Wow what a jerk. Blaming someone for the bank getting robbed. Or well, for getting the cops here too soon. If the cops didn't get here maybe they would have left with the money & let the hostages go. Except the bank ppl said the silent alarms went so ok. Oh no don't tell me we're going to deliver a baby I like how she says they should let the pregnant lady go but the way she says it implies she's ok with being held hostage.

RC: Don’t worry mother. I saw this work on Die Hard. RC: Uh, Mr. Howser-- Excuse me, Doctor Howser. Why not just give them a cup behind a desk?

RC: So, why Doogie Howser? I mean there's so many cool TV doctors you could pick.

Was espt in ESU before homicide? What IS his exp?

omg he likes her <3 lmao the banker & actress hitting it off I wanted to check out the food at my new work before I start working there & ofc I ended up using the washroom & there was some sort of old b/w sensual film playing in the stall. it is not his box: how did he get the key? woah castle remembers which wall & row & column it was in?? & Dp knows the number??? Martha-?

Three hours sounds... reasonable...

it's me! I know morse code! ... -.. is what I saw but they kept cutting away. I also don't know numbers only letters. Numbers are easy I just don't know them. how DO you know it's him? It could be another smart civilian!

Martha actress moments Why is That Guy telling castle this? He was "in the washroom" during castle's secret message sal martino? idk I'll continue with That Guy (unless I quote). "you have no idea" WOW THIS EPISODE IS GOOD I don't make promises

Rick did too well, SM was supposed to freak out bc of the c-4 but rick calmed him down which was NOT the plan.

Wasn't gideon fields? Sus. KR: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You can't go in there, we don't have a warrant and we don't have probable cause. JE: Bro, Castle's life depends on this. KR: ... Did you just hear that? I think I just heard someone yell out, "Help, police!" JE: (in a voice) "Help, police!" There it is again. Ah yes, dead bodies. Grody. & perfect for the homicide detectives.

I couldn't tell if she was dead for a week or she was just old... but then again the smell of decomp

JE: I don't get it. This is a little, old, retired librarian. What could possibly be in her safe deposit box that would be worth doing all this? KR: Nazi gold, cold fusion, map to Atlantis. JE: Hey, Castle Jr., could you maybe start thinking like a cop, please? (Castle HAS mentioned nazi gold) KR standing with That Booty: I am!?? JE: Are you? KR: It had to have been something huge that was worth killing her over, right? Hey, Super Cop, check it out.

Hug alexis, becks, she needs it, you might too. But hey, rick made kate promise to take care of alexis! & esposito promised to get rid of his porn collection!

Rick just do the flashing bracelet thing again. Idk numbers but (-.-.) ..-. --- ..- .-. is easy enough What is HER accent? cushions is a good idea <3 GOSH WHAT aT Least put him sideways so he doesn't choke!

told Whom to stay with her? Y'all never leave me a voicemail, please text.

it's legit not enough time bestie Send in esposito he looks like a buff firefighter paramedic

Trapper would know her voice. Bad idea. Love the double talking obv not a paramedic since she didn't know she could put the gurney closer to the ground & then raise it up once the fellow is on there UM SIGN LANGUAGE MUCH? Castle could have totally slipped it into sal's shirt

Martha should totally have just kicked everyone's ass & the hostages could have gotten themselves out on the fury of a mother There is a second T in twenTy kate That chuckle was very nathan fillion bc that's where the money is lmao Castle why are you revealing your hand? Just like tf2 for real just like rvb for real Castle has escaped duck tape before. Zip ties are easy to get out of

RC: Mother, I find I'm no longer satisfied with the customer service at this establishment. I think we should take our business elsewhere. Me: Is that code? RC: no just trying to be funny ig

Ron Brandt. Good thing I didn't switch names Were those guys wearing black before? & now they are covered in dust? or were they always wearing that greyish colour?

PUT AWAY THE GUN BEFORE YOU UNTIE THEM BESTIE mr: *shaking her hands with a grin*

They would NOT have messed up Captain Peterson probably is surprised with how good castle is, he's like "wow this guy really does know his stuff" Whose body parts?

Oh no are castle's banker & mother going to sleep together?

I like how beckett has a touchphone & ryan has a flip or smth

See? Castle wasn't supposed to calm him down Holy crap bad bruising I sometimes hate being a christian (what with being who I am) but right now I love it.

That Guy: Honey, I'm home. what a line Girl u should have kicked his balls while he was outside the door TG: Oh, no. Hon, you bumped your head. Ha what a typical abuser line. Disgusting.

*kept the cop's face in shadow*

JE: Come on, let's go pick them up. KR: Ithaca??? Why is espt just going on this huge road trip with ryan? RC: Even as a hostage, I help you solve murders. Beckett, I think…I think you have the perfect partner.

Poor alexis. Poor Ash. Long distance sucks.

In my binge watch I should have counted these. 8th time becks saved castle, castle has saved her 9.

The vodun episode with the purses & champagne, I remember that. The nikki heat murders were not a save, she lived you just gave her your coat RC: Won't be forgetting that anytime soon.

[self-shipping-selfcare]

The Forest Goddess | River x Reader

《I love her <3》

✎Self Indulgent

✎Fluffy

✎Reader is Gender-Neutral

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You walk through the beautiful forest admiring all the pretty plants, music playing in your earbuds. You like going on nature walks and you decided to go in the forest for your walk today. It's nice and peaceful and everything looks so whimsical and magical. It's so quiet and beautiful...

You stop when you hear something. It sounds like...a woman humming? Her voice is absolutely beautiful and alluring... You slowly walk towards the sound of her, not wanting her to stop her singing.

You stop when you see her; staring at her with awe. She's a tall, tan woman with a curvy and thick body type. Her long, dark brown hair flows in the wind; a perfect flower crown of calla lilies and leaves attached to the top of her head along with two branches like deer antlers. Her outfit is made entirely of vines and leaves, which is quite revealing but hides the parts needed to be hidden. There's some moss and small flowers growing on her shoulders and some vines covered in moss in her hair. She looks like some beautiful forest goddess and you can't help but stare...

She was petting a deer the entire time you've been staring and it seems like they haven't noticed you yet...

The deer makes eye contact with you then runs away, which causes the woman to perk up and look over at you, making eye contact with you as well. Her eyes are a beautiful forest green and they shine like the sunlight.

She smiles brightly when she sees you, her chubby cheeks showing, as she gets up and makes her way over to you. "Why hello there, little dearie~! What brings you into my forest?" She asks; her voice as beautiful and lovely as a lullaby.

"I-I just came for a walk to a-admire the beautiful plants." You stutter out, feeling nervous and flustered to be in the presence of such a beautiful goddess.

"Oh, that's wonderful! I'm glad you like my plants!" She smiles cutely. "I grew some of them myself!" She adds with a happy grin.

"E-Excuse me but- a-are you some sort of forest goddess?" You ask nervously.

"A goddess? Oh, no dear! I'm the forest guardian! What makes you think I'm a goddess?" She asks. Her tone is always so soft and it sounds absolutely adorable.

"W-Well, y-you're beautiful like one-" You mumble softly.

She blushes slightly and smiles wider. "Why thank you dearie~! That's so kind of you!" She says happily. She looks down and notices a band-aid on your knee. You had tripped earlier and scraped your knee and you had some band-aids in your bag/backpack. "What happened to you?" She asks softly.

"I-I tripped earlier. It's nothing too bad, just a scrape." You say with a shrug.

"Would you like me to heal it~?" She asks with a grin.

"O-Oh, it's okay. It's really not that ba-" You get cut off when she gives you a kiss on the forehead. Immediately the slight pain in your leg goes away. Any other pain you had in your body is replaced by an amazing sensation. You feel amazing and completely healed and healthy.

"There we go~! Apologies for the sudden kiss- it's how I heal people! Creatures and humans alike! The deer I was petting earlier was injured and I healed him the same way I healed you!" She says.

"Th-Thank you! Uhh-" You were about to say her name before you realized you didn't know it.

"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself, haven't I? Silly me! My name is River, it's nice to meet you!" River smiles sweetly at you.

"Th-Thank you River! M-My name is Y/n, it's nice to meet you too." You say. Your phone beeps and you check your notifications. It's your friend asking you for help on some mundane task. "I-I have to go, my friend needs me." You say.

"That's alright! Won't you come visit me again?" River asks.

"Y-Yeah, of course!" You say with a smile.

"Perfect! Till we meet again~!" River says in a sing-song tone, beaming happily.

"B-Bye!" You say as you quickly make your way to your house.

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[thecameronchronicles]

Trophy

TW: cheating. Smut. Public sex. Language. 

Kook!Reader x JJ

SUMMARY: your forbidden relationship with JJ continues until an ultimatum is given…

WORD COUNT: 2000

REQUESTED

but I was thinking yn is a kook and jj and his girlfriends bsf but jj and yn don't resist each other and so then at a party jj is dared to show my eyes only and its pictures of her body but not her face yn storms off but then texts jj to come fuck her by the pool and jj was talking ab during sex how he only wants her and how he hopes someone walks out and yns bf and his gf see

but all the pictures were hickies he left on her and one he has his thumb in her mouth with the rest covered other than her mouth

ANONYMOUS ASKED

JJ x Kook!reader where she cheats on her boyfriend w him and he steals her panties and hangs them on his motorcycle and everyone on the island wonders who those are from and reader bf is like you have a pair like those and she blushes like crazy  

*SAW THE POTENTIAL TO PUT THESE TOGETHER, HOPE YOU ENJOY!*

Trophy

You loved Christmas until this year. The year your best friend began dating your longtime crush, JJ Maybank. Even if it had been against the social acceptance of a Kook and a pogue to be anything but rivals, it had become more accepted with John B and Sarah's relationship this past summer. But as you watched his arm drape around her to show pride of that silent ownership, his eyes quickly flashed to you. All because she may have the title you wished to, but you were the one who held his attention. 

"Truth or dare?" Topper asked with his hand on your leg as you watched JJ clench his jaw to the interaction. But with his own affections public to your friend, you chose to treat this as a game of chicken of sorts. 

"Truth." The crowd groaned at your response. 

"Fine then. Dare."

"I dare you to show me your last text." Topper teased as your cheeks flushed red. Your last text was a sexy tease that was not directed for your boyfriend. Instead, it had been to JJ. Your best friend's boyfriend and your boyfriend's former nemesis. 

"A text? I thought Kook parties were supposed to be fun." JJ spoke as a way of defending you both as you offered a look of approval as your friend sunk further into him. As your eyes fluttered away, he rose to his feet. 

"Goodie-two-shoes never make this game any fun anyway..." He whined. "How about me, Top?" He challenged. "If you ask pretty please, that is."

"Alright...show us YOUR phone, Maybank. That little folder every guy has to keep from a curious girlfriend."

"Easy." Your jaw clenched as he slipped his phone from his back pocket and broadcast the photos to view. Ones you recognized immediately as you had been the ones to send them. Familiar lingerie Topper apparently remained ignorant to connect to you, had made you flush bright red with embarrassment. 

"I'd never wear that!" Your best friend challenged as you couldn't fight your smile. 

"It was a girl before you-" He tried to write you off as if you were the past, although you were very much the present. So present that he wore the evidence of your latest interaction as scratches on his arm just as you had with the bruising on your clavicle. You'd both laughed it off as having been your natural accident prone personalities to hide the lack of monogamy. 

When your friend left out of anger, JJ continued on in talking of you. 

"Let me tell you, this girl was...whew-"

"Only a Kook girl could afford something like that..." Topper began to place the pieces together as you excused yourself rather abruptly, just hoping it wouldn't be enough to be suspicious. But this was only after he had spoken of you as if you were someone else. He described the way your body felt in his hands and as you were tightly wrapped around him at any willing location with your eager participation. Not a section of Figure Eight untouched by some secret rendezvous as the memory became too much to bear without needing to shift. Every word, every memory pooled between your thighs. 

And then THOSE pictures came to your gaze. The reason you had to leave before someone recognized the very same powder pink strap peeking from beneath your shirt now. A photograph of only your torso in shot, his thumb within your mouth, and the clear anatomy of his body spotted behind you. A thin line of sweat was present on his skin as he had been midway through those initial thrusts and to the rise of an orgasm only he could grant. But it was evident now. Just as it had been in a following snapshot of your skin adorned with hickies. The ones you spent nearly a whole bottle of your expensive concealer and half of your foundation to cover up since you'd begun this affair.

"Pool. Ten minutes." You texted as he pulled his phone back to view, eyes lifting to you in mischief as you and your way outside. 

Late December meant you were safe to convene here as no Kook would be inconvenienced enough to venture to find you. Not even Topper. But as JJ made his way outside, he only found you with your arms crossed at your chest. 

"And when I thought this was a booty call-"

"What were you thinking?! You weren't supposed to show anybody those! What if Topper recognized my bra or-" His sun-kissed features darkened. 

"Wait a minute, sweetheart. I thought I made it clear that I'm the only one that gets to touch you..." 

"What about her?"

"Doesn't matter-" You scoffed. 

"She seems to think so. Magnetized to your arm like that...like she owns you..."

"No different than his hands on you."

"I don't let them behind closed doors..." 

"I know." He confessed as you now looked to him in confusion. 

"Because if you were fucking him. Hell, if you just gave him a goddamn hand job he would be beaming. I know your work." You wanted to loathe his words as they seemed as forbidden as they were dirty. Yet, they were also a source of your forbidden need for him. 

"JJ-"

"In fact..." He pulled you just beside the doors of the rest exit, the French exit covered by only sheer curtains that barely concealed you from any given angle from within the party. Luckily, everyone seemed to be affected by the spiked Eggnog to notice either of your absences. 

"I was thinking you could give me my gift now..." Your eyes narrowed. 

"Your gift?"

"Christmas is less than a week away and I thought you'd be considerate enough to get your booty call something special." Before you could respond he shrugged. "I could always just unwrap you-" 

"Anyone could see us..."

"Never stopped you before..." He teased a kiss as you looked to the direction of the party. "if you're so worried about being seen...you could always just be quiet..." He chuckled. 

"Who am I kiddin', I know how much you love to scream my name...Maybe if I go slow?" The skirt of your dress was lifted just enough to reveal his favorite pair of your panties at his fingertips. 

"Jesus fucking Christ..."

"Please."

"If you really want me to stop, I will. But I didn't have blue balls on my Christmas list." He joked as you blushed. 

"You DO have a girlfriend." You dropped your head at your own comment. 

"But what if I want you?" Your eyes widened to him before he turned you towards the wall. He lifted your skirt with one hand, grinding himself against you one single time, before turning your jaw to face him. 

"I want you and only you. So much that I can't wait. You'll just have to forgive me-" Suddenly you were taken against the wall, chest to chest, as your leg was escorted to his hip. Your panties were left at your ankles, as he lifted you around him. 

"Fuck-" He breathed deeply. The familiar way you savored him between your thighs having been both his ethereal rest and sordid inferno. 

"JJ..." You whimpered, craving more. A kiss. A trace. Even one of those infamous one liners. Anything that could make you feel closer to him. But all he would grant would be deep thrusts. You were taken down to his base, his cock set inside you completely. The pain of the stone wall at your back and the bite of the winter air did nothing to interrupt the heat building between you. 

"Faster-" 

"No. I had to watch him touch you all night. So you're gonna know what it did to me. You're gonna feel how badly I need you." You were set back down to your feet and turned back to the wall. A gentle guide of his fingers pulled you back to his hips as he began to push back into you. Only the sound of his name called by your friend slowed him. He never stilled, but altered his motions just enough to hear exactly the steps she made throughout the perimeter of Topper's house. 

"I want them to know. I don't give a shit anymore." 

"What!?" You curved to try and face him, but in doing so he would only kiss you.  

"I hope Topper hears you and Scarlett sees me." He proved this by the way he was shameless against you. The way he didn't care to hide his grunts behind the clenched teeth he usually bared in your interactions. Even the sound of skin-to-skin would be celebrated in place of being hidden.

"I need to feel you. Every day. You." He groaned. A hand at your breasts would keep you silent in any attempt to remind him of what was at stake. But the longer he touched you and remained between your trembling thighs, his point began to sway you. 

"Tell me this is just sex and I'll let you come like I do everytime. But it will be the last time. Because I can't see you with him."

"I can't see you with her." You validated as his fingers interlaced with yours. 

"Tell me why. Tell me." He begged into your shoulder, teeth grazing the skin he chilled in contrast to the cold. Where you should have shivered for the weather, you had done so for him. Just as you'd always done. 

"Because I've wanted this since I can remember. Because I can't stay away from you. And I don't want to..." He craned himself to your mouth as he captured it in place against his. Stillness remained before a thorough kiss would allow you to feel the shift of his breathing. Inhaled and exhaled of a closing orgasm rushing through his body and shared by your own. Fingers tightening until his knuckles turned white before you called out to him. 

"This is the last time you'll come without being mine." He explained before spinning you to face him. 

"I'll do it tonight. Meet me at the chateau in an hour."

"Not yet." His eyes narrowed. 

"You wanna fuck 'em one more time..." He clenched his jaw as you rejected the idea with a clear expression of distaste for his remake. A passionate kiss, having begun sweetly, redirected his focus to you. 

"I only want you, JJ. I swear. But I don't want to do this on Christmas. He's already been through so much with Sarah...I want to let him down easy..." He took hold of your jaw. 

"That's fine. You let him down easy and I'll do the same for her. But you'll get it hard. For making me wait." He smirked before kissing you farewell and moving to his motorcycle. 

The rage of his bike sent everyone to witness his departure as he looked in your direction one final time before leaving. The sight of a familiar pair of panties you'd suddenly realized you had been without, having hung off of his handlebar. 

"Those look like yours..." Topper spoke aloud as a joke before him and Scarlett both looked at you with disbelief to your blush. 

So much for waiting until after Christmas...

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