#pls green + pink ultimate big brain move

[downthecove]

As much research as someone could do on him, he could do the same. Normally he didn't have to think twice about how to kill someone or how to dominate them. Yet with all of the Supers running around, Ronnie had to put some thought into how he was going to trap one of the younger heroes. Kryptonite seemed to be the way to go and he had to stock up on different kinds just in case.

The bomb had worked just how he had planned and then the dagger was going to be his main source of power. After that he didn't even care what the hero said, he knew there was going to be no way out of this. Even if someone else from his group came to save him, there were more bombs where that one had come from. "Yet you can't stop me." A smug smirk formed on his face.

This was going to be more fun than just killing an average human. This was really going to put him on the books. Ronnie kept the knife out just in case, but then he took out restraints that were made from the pink kryptonite. "The only thing you're going to do is be my bitch for the night. Otherwise I'll just kill you right here and now." He moved back to push Jon's wrists together, binding them with the pink handcuffs. "These were specially made for you and your little group. Hope you like them." The serial killer used the green knife to make a small cut on Superboy's cheek, wanting to see if it was effective.

Jon had to take care of this bastard. He had been tracking this guy, he had researched him so well that his mother would be proud of his investigative skills, someone had to stop this fucking serial killer before he kept killing and hurting more people. Just when Jon thought he had managed to catch Ronnie in that room, he made the rookie mistake of falling into a trap.

Even with all the research he had done. Now, that mistake had cost him, being exposed to some kind of kryptonite-laced smoke bomb that had weakened him. On his knees, grunting and coughing, trying to catch his breath as he stared at that scum. — Fuck… You talk too much. I hate it when they monologue — Jon-El rolled his eyes.

If there was one thing he hated about villains, it was when they monologued, if he hadn't inhaled that weird pink smoke he'd be busting his mouth to shut him up by now. Great, the only thing missing, when Ronnie got closer he saw that the knife was made of green kryptonite too. — There's a solution to that. Give me the knife and in a matter of seconds I'll turn you into a fucking eunuch, so you'll never have that problem again — His eyes flashed menacingly as he said that. The exposure was causing fluorescent green veins to appear across his neck as his body felt weird, vulnerable but kinda aroused.

@downthecove

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

18 and 142 with Cal for the smut prompts pls <3

Read these two and literally what the hell? But I big brained it. Let’s go! Female Reader Insert. 

CW: 18+ content. No one under the age of 18 pls!

18: “I’ve never cried during sex before, but I guess there’s a first for everything. & 142: “If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed.”

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Calum’s phone vibrates, deep in his left pocket and he almost doesn’t check it. The boys had scooped him up for the night. A boy’s night in early celebration for his birthday. However, they wanted to celebrate with just them and on Friday there would be more celebrations--a party hosted by Michael with all the friend’s swinging around. When Calum told you about the boy’s night, you happily understood and encouraged him. He was a little unsure, mostly because the week had been long and he wanted the Thursday night to recharge before festivities. With his actual birthday being at the start of the week, he’d rather be off his knocked off ass on Saturday and Sunday rather than trying to handle a hangover on a Tuesday. 

So that lands him here, tucked towards the back of the restaurant with the guy circled around him. It’s nothing major--just the four of them laughing hunched over their plates reminiscing all the stupid shit they did as kid; how it shouldn’t feel so close in time to them considering it’s been a decade for the majority of them. But it all feels like if they blinked, if they shut their eyes they could all wake up in the Sydney bedrooms, kick around the football, attempt to hit on girls and fail miserably, walk around the mall with nothing but time to kill and dreams to satiate them. 

It’s another couple minutes when his phone buzzes again and Calum can’t be sure if it’s the same text from before or a new one. He slips out his phone and double checks it as Luke debates with Ashton on if dessert is actually earned for them, not including Calum of course.  “Get the damn dessert,” Calum huffs, typing in the passcode after he sees your name as the notification.

“It’d be rude!” Luke counters. “Stealing the birthday boy’s thunder.”

“Ain’t my birthday just yet,” Calum laughs and then turns his attention back the screen. 

I know it’s boy’s night. But need help figuring out what to wear for Friday. Can I show you the options?

Calum chuckles. Dinner’s almost done. Luke’s debating dessert. But if the fashion show can’t wait hit me with them.

It’s silent from you and Calum keeps watch for just another minute, unsure if you had pictures preloaded or not. When nothing comes through and no dots appear, he presses the phone back to sleep but keeps it face down on the top of the table. Luke finally settles on a custard while Calum’s suckered into getting a tiramisu--which he can’t really object against. 

Just as the desserts are settled onto the tap, a good ten minutes later, a buzz rattles the fork on Calum’s plate. He thanks the server and then quickly glances to his phone. Another text from you. One picture comes through--a simple green top and jean combo. Nothing extravagant, but you still look good in it. The next is a button up situation that’s not fully button exposing the valley of your chest tucked into a black shirt with strappy black heels laced up your ankles and calves. Calum doesn’t even scroll through the rest of the photos pictures--two more came through-- before he replies. 

In response to the second photo: if you ever left home wearing that, the second you got back home I would be bending you over the bed. 

That only means you haven’t seen the last two pictures I sent you. 

Calum drags the photos back into view and exhales at the sight of you in a pink teddy, one strap falling off one shoulder and perfectly matched pink heels with feathers on them. If you are not seated on the bed when I get home, there will be consequences. 

There is no confirmation text from you, nor is there any sassy remark that makes him think you won’t be but knows deep down you will be. There’s only suspense as he quickly scarfs down the last bites of the dessert. You were one to obey, but you always liked to make Calum sweat just a little bit. 

Thankfully, he’s able to duck away from the thoughts down memory lane for the third time in the night to make it home. When he’s teased, asking him what’s got him in a rush to get hime all Calum does is shake his phone at them. There are whistles, laughter, teases but ultimately it means they cheer him as he leaves the restaurant. 

When Calum returns home, what he doesn’t expect to find you in seated on the couch, a robe secured around your figure and a glass of wine on the coffee table. Duke’s curled up next to you and the TV’s playing but the volume is low. “This isn’t the bedroom,” he counters. 

“Must’ve missed that text.” You peer up with furrowed brows at him. Calum almost believes it, mouth opening to exhale and speak. But he sees a sliver of a smile on your face. 

A laugh escapes him, mostly humorless but he does grin at you. “Missed it, huh?”

Pushing up, you stand, not moving closer but just in the spot in front of where you sat. “Let me go check my phone. Left in the other room. You know how I get with wine,” you counter. It’s a slow click as you walk down the hallway and Calum nods, laughing to himself. Leave it to you. 

Pulling himself free of the coat and boots, Calum pads down the hallway after you and finds you seated on the bed. “Ah, got it now, I see.” As he closes in you sit up a little straighter. His fingers tease up your arm, over the bend of your elbow and finally he traces over to the ties around your robe. 

“I wonder,” Calum starts, “what’s under here.”

You giggle, “Oh nothing special.” Calum pushes up onto the bed and you crawl backwards up towards the the pillows. Soon the robe’s discarded, kisses are exchanged, hands caressing skin. Calum latches his lips to the side of your neck and you laugh just a little at how it tickles. But then it soon gives way to pleasure. You loose yourself in his touch. 

You find the hem of his shirt and pull it up over his head. His skin is warm against yours as the lace of the teddy is stripped away. You trace over his tattoos with the pads of his fingers. “I was-I was going to save this number for your birthday,” you exhale. 

Calum hums, kissing up your chest. “Glad you didn’t.” 

He watches you unravel beneath, begging to find release from his fingers and tongue. The knot in your stomach is bursting, it rips through you. You reach out for something, anything. One hand clutches the sheets and the other doesn’t find any anchor point before you knock your head against the headboard. A hiss escapes you and your eyes sting with tears. It hurts somewhere in the haze you can’t find the worst to stop Calum, nor really register the pain. 

But Calum soon kisses back up your body, lips and tongue tracing the contours of your flesh. Your cheeks are wet, salty. “Hey, hey,” he huffs out, setting on his knees. “You okay? Everything okay?” His hands cup your cheek, thumbs wiping at your cheeks. 

“I-I’m okay.”

“You sure? You’re crying.”

“Crying?” you question. “I-I did hit my head. Just a little. Besides, I’ve never cried during sex before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything?”

Calum urges you to sit up and he cradles your head into his chest. “Yeah, there sure is. But first, let’s make sure you’re okay.” His inspection is quick and thankfully there is no pain when his fingers graze over the spot you hit. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You attempt to kiss over his neck but Calum calls for a break. “I’m said I’m fine.”

“Hmm, I still think water and snacks is the best course of action.” 

“A pinky lady apple please?” you call out to his retreating figure. You’ve lost that battle but think a water break wouldn’t be so bad. 

“A pink lady for the lady,” he returns. 

[autistic-girl-academic]

Cookie Run OCs

gdi apparently one of the cookies in cr kingdom is named licorice cookie so screw it i’m biting the bullet and posting my half-baked (ha) oc ideas now even if some of them have already been taken anyway. sorry there’s no art bc i’m terrible with digital stuff and can’t access a scanner to upload my drawings. there are almost certainly going to be more to come later because this game refuses to leave my brain.

Black Licorice Cookie: The powerfully astringent flavor of black licorice certainly isn’t to everyone’s taste - and that’s just the way Black Licorice Cookie likes it! This daredevil of a Cookie loves nothing more than testing her limits, so she’s always on the lookout for something to get her adrenaline pumping. That doesn’t mean she isn’t without her sweet side, however, which comes out most strongly when protecting her precious little sister. Get between them at your own risk!

Red Licorice Cookie (Sibling): Don’t mess with my little sis if you know what’s good for you!

Mustard Cookie (Trust): Nobody else gets me like Mustard Cookie does!

Kiwi Cookie (Friendly): Hey, I’ve got an idea for some cool bike tricks!

Roll Cake Cookie (Friendly): Going for a ride in that road roller and smashing things is such a rush! WHOO!

Initially I had the mental image of her as a Cookie with a web design and a spider pet, but then Truffle Cookie came out, so now I pretty much picture her skill being that she runs a Ninja-Warrior-style obstacle course or something. Maybe her pet could be a black cat instead?

Red Licorice Cookie: Between the fruity fragrance of her signature red hair and her sweet, outgoing personality, it’s no surprise that this Cookie is so popular! Red Licorice Cookie is a champion at gymnastics with plenty of fans, and performing with the ribbon is where she shines the most. She and her older twin sister might be as different as night and day, but their bond is as strong as a thousand strands of licorice twisted together!

Black Licorice Cookie (Sibling): I’ve got the coolest big sis in the world!

Cheerleader Cookie (Trust): Cheerleader Cooke is my BFF!

Yoga Cookie (Friendly): She’s helped me train to be much more flexible for my routines.

Skating Queen Cookie (Admiration): I can’t believe I actually got her autograph!

At first I imagined her as being a sort of epic version of Cheerleader Cookie, performing double dutch with a few friends much like the cheer team. Her pet would be a charm bracelet.

Oatmeal Cookie: Every day at the crack of dawn, this dutiful cowgirl is already hard at work, keeping a watchful eye over her herd with the help of her trusty steed, Raisin. If even a single cow goes missing, Oatmeal Cookie won’t rest until she’s got them home safe and sound. The tricks she can perform with a lasso will certainly knock your socks off! And when the sun starts to set, you can hear the sound of her yodeling from far across the plains.

Peanut Butter Cookie (Family): I’m the luckiest Cookie alive to have such a beautiful gal as you...

Knight Cookie (Friendly): You sure know how to burn the breeze!

Adventurer Cookie (Friendly): Nice hat ya got there, pardner!

Space Doughnut (Tension): Hey, stop spookin’ my herd!

Her skill would probably involve dodging obstacles on her horse while catching some runaway cows, and her pet would be a cowbell.

Peanut Butter Cookie: There’s nothing better for a boost of energy than some delicious, nutritious peanut butter! And forest ranger Peanut Butter Cookie definitely needs that energy, as she spends every day traversing the woods to keep them safe. Whether she’s helping Cookies who have gotten lost find their way home or rescuing woodland critters from danger, you can always depend on Peanut Butter Cookie. She’s especially fond of younger Cookies and enjoys teaching them wilderness survival skills.

Oatmeal Cookie (Family): She and I pack each others’ lunches every day.

Pancake Cookie (Friendly): Be careful climbing trees for those Acorn Jellies, dear!

Cream Puff Cookie (Friendly): I’m sure you’ll get that spell right next time, hun.

Fig Cookie (Trust): They’re always eager for me to tell them stories.

Fire Spirit Cookie (Tension): You keep those flames away from the forest, you hear?

You can probably tell by now that I’ve put like 0 thought into any of my Cookie OC’s skills. Anyway, her pet would be a bear that she helped when it was a cub, who shows up to help her by smashing obstacles.

Coconut Cookie: The Tropical Soda Archipelago has a long history of telling stories through traditional dance. Coconut Cookie comes from a long line of those dancers, and Cookies will flock from every island to watch her perform. Crowned with a garland of bright yellow coconut blossoms, she moves with the utmost rhythm and grace. It’s said that she practices every day so that she can bring peace and good fortune to the islands.

Mango Cookie (Trust): My best friend since we were little - I remember his very first boat!

Ananas Dragon Cookie (Admiration): The Dragon honored my ancestors by praising their dances.

Soda Cookie (Friendly): Going for a ride on the waves is the best, isn’t it?

Squid Ink Cookie (Friendly): Poor little thing, there’s no need to be shy.

My first thought was for her to make a sort of bubble shield out of coconut oil, like Lemonade Cookie but without the magnetic effect (maybe slower energy drain instead?) - I’m still undecided about it though. Her pet would be a bunch of coconuts who make coconut milk potions. Also, I picture her being related to Artichoke Cookie, but he’s not in Ovenbreak...YET? (pls devsis)

Honeycomb Cookie: Out in a charming little cottage atop a hill lives Honeycomb Cookie - and her many hives of Jelly Bees. Years upon years of working with the bees has allowed her to understand them so well, it’s almost as if she talks to them! If you happen to arrive on her doorstep, you can be sure that she’ll treat you to some delicious tea sweetened with honey and send you on your way with a basket of homemade treats.

Herb Cookie (Family): My cute little grandson certainly inherited the family green thumb.

Spinach Cookie (Trust): Oh, how sweet of you to bring me a basket of vegetables, dearie!

Fairy Cookie (Friendly): Ah, you’re so small I mistook you for another bee.

Matcha Cookie (Friendly): A bit of a strange one, but it’s nice to have some laughter over tea.

Not sure what her skill would be, but I think her pet would be a queen Jelly Bee that grows from a baby to an adult as you collect more jellies.

Souffle Cookie: A chef famous for turning simple Jellies into extravagant and delicious meals. Though he can come off as strict and a bit intimidating, he truly does care about creating good food for every Cookie who comes to his restaurant. Souffle Cookie is quite the perfectionist, so if a recipe doesn’t come out as planned, he tends to sulk so badly that even his fluffy chef’s hat deflates! But it never lasts long before he throws himself back into his work with renewed passion.

Sparkling Cookie (Trust): My cooking and your juice is the ultimate combination!

Sandwich Cookie (Admiration): To create such simple but delicious meals...C’est magnifique!

Mala Sauce Cookie (Friendly): Just watch, I’ll create a meal more than spicy enough to satisfy you!

Dr. Wasabi Cookie (Tension): I am NEVER using your syrup as a ‘secret ingredient’ EVER again!

Again, not sure what his skill would be, but maybe his pet could be a spoon. Sous-chef Spoon?

Rainbow Sugar Cookie: Sugar Cookie was always painfully shy and never considered herself all that important. However, everything changed when she met Rainbow Puff, a creature who begged for her help in protecting the happiness of Cookies everywhere from the wicked Dark Puffs. Bestowed with a magical wand, she becomes Rainbow Sugar Cookie, chasing away darkness with prisms of joyous light! RAINBOW...BEAM!

Pink Choco Cookie (Trust): The two of us would make a perfect team!

Wind Archer Cookie (Admiration): Wow...what an amazing warrior...

Sandwich Cookie (Friendly): She makes the best toast as a snack on the way to school!

Dark Enchantress Cookie (Rival): I won’t let a villain like you make other Cookies suffer!

Pomegranate Cookie (Tension): Why are you helping the Darkness?

Originally her name was Glitter Cookie, but then Shining Glitter Cookie got announced. In any case, she’d pretty much be an epic version of Wind Archer Cookie, fighting a big ‘boss’ monster once enough little ones were defeated with her magic.

Jack-o-Lantern Cookie: Trick or treat! Wait, is it Halloween already? The answer doesn’t really matter to this young Cookie, who loves trick-or-treating so much that they never take their costume off! If you don’t have Jellies to give, then get ready for a mischievous trick! But if there’s one thing they love more than getting treats, it’s sharing them with friends, so don’t be shy and join in the fun!

Candy Corn Cookie (Trust): My bestest trick-or-treating buddy!

Devil Cookie (Admiration): WOW! What a great costume!

Apple Cookie (Friendly): Here, candy apples!

Onion Cookie (Friendly): Trick o- um, please don’t cry...

Vampire Cookie (Tension): Hey, don’t fall asleep when I’m trying to trick you!

I thought I was in the clear with this OC when we got Truffle Cookie for Halloween...but then Pumpkin Cookie was an NPC later, lol. At least the name was an easy change. Their skill would basically be like a slower version of Chestnut’s, where you go up to houses and trick-or-treat.

Candy Corn Cookie: This Cookie used to be a scarecrow who stood in the middle of a big field of candy corn. However, they wanted to travel the world, so one night they wished upon a star...and miraculously, their wish was granted! Bursting with curiosity, Candy Corn Cookie is full of questions about everything they see. They still have a habit of chasing birds wherever they go, though.

Jack-o-Lantern Cookie (Trust): This ‘trick-or-treat’ thing is really fun!

Alchemist Cookie (Admiration): Wow, this Cookie knows lots of things!

Blueberry Pie Cookie (Friendly): Ooh, what’s in all these ‘book’ things?

Mocha Ray Cookie (Friendly): Cookies can really live under the sea? WOW!

Carrot Cookie (Tension): Aw, I don’t wanna go back to the farm yet!

Candy corn apparently used to be called ‘chicken feed’, so their pet would probably be a chicken. Again, not sure about the skill.