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[kiscon]

Progress Report #9 – Registration closing

Dear K/S friends,

KiScon 2022 is upon us! In 48 hours the first panel will kick off a weekend of fun and excitement! This is the last newsletter before the convention.

1. Last Call for Registration:

We've sent out the Con Book (a 62 pages long program booklet with tons of tech info, the schedule, the auction catalogue, details on the art show, and more) to all registered attendees by email yesterday. If you are a member but have not received this message, please check your spam folder or let us know immediately. We would not want you to miss out on important info for the convention.

You can also view and download the final schedule (pdf) here. In order to be admitted to the Zoom panels and vid shows linked on the schedule, you need to be a registered attendee!

If you have not yet registered but want to join us, please go to Conline and register now. We will close Registration tonight, 2 November, at 11:59 p.m. EDT. If you need help with your registration, please get in touch immediately: concom @ kiscon . org

A membership (for only USD 20!) gets you not only access to our panels and vid shows, but also to the silent auction. There are over 65 items (most of it artwork, but also several collectibles) waiting for you, among them many beautiful Shelley Butler prints, and even originals by Chris Soto. 

You also get a con bag filled with digital goodies, among them the con zine.

We also have a few scholarships left, if financial considerations are holding you back. No questions asked, just tell us you want to claim one of the scholarships. Send a message to: larissa @ kiscon . org

2. Upcoming KiScon Office Hours:

For all your questions regarding KiScon – be it about Registration or Conline, Discord or Zoom, or anything else that you would like us to explain or help you with. Our wonderful StarshipLillian will sit in our virtual office during these time slots and happily welcome visitors. Pop in spontaneously by joining this Zoom room and say hello.  Of course you can also get in touch with us anytime before or during the convention if you are in need of technical support or have any kind of concerns: concom @ kiscon . org 3. Reminder: There's a Cosplay Competition at KiScon Show off your cosplay live in our Zoom meeting on Saturday (5:30 p.m. EDT)! Alternatively, post pics or videos of your cosplay in the #cosplay-competition channel on Discord (you’ll find it among the Saturday panels), and we will browse this gallery together during the meeting to include you in this virtual cosplay parade. Rules for the competition:

One entry per person. So don’t post pics in the channel of five different cosplays you made, but focus on one. If this were an in-person con, you could only wear one costume at a time too. Feel free to show up in various cosplays all throughout the weekend, but for the competition only one will count. Your cosplay can be sewn by yourself, tailor-made, or bought – the important point is how you transform into the character of your choice. It must be a costume of sorts; Trek T-shirts do not count for this competition. (But we love to see them during other Zoom panels.)

If you post pics or videos of your cosplay instead of presenting it live on Zoom, please only submit recent pics ( = from 2022). While we all love the Horta costume or Spock’s space suit you wore to a con in 2010, it would not be eligible for the competition in 2022.

We will determine the winners (1st, 2nd, and 3rd place) at the end of the session via Zoom poll.

4. The Very Last Call: Cake? Cake? I can haz cake? We have only received one entry for the cake contest so far. And while this one is a most gorgeous cake, we are hungry for more. We still accept last-minute entries for our (cup)cake contest! Should a sudden craving for cake happen today or tomorrow, turn it into art by decorating the cake in K/S style and send us pics: cakecontest @ kiscon . org  This contest is meant to be fun, and we do not expect anyone to become a pâtissier for it. Do something wild and wacky with buttercream! Write something on a plain cake that Kirk would write for Spock! Make it all about colours and symbols! Or shape marzipan dicks and put them on a store-bought cupcake. It's a win-win situation: you make us laugh or go awwww! while also having an excuse to indulge in a sweet delight. 5. Last but not least, technology: In preparation for the convention, please make sure that your Zoom app is up-to-date, and that your mic and camera are working as they should. Check whether you can log into your Conline account and have a look at your profile there: is your timezone set up correctly? Are you using the correct (fannish) name on Conline? The schedule on Conline is displayed in our main con time = Eastern / New York, but you can click on any of the times and a little box will appear next to it to tell you what time that is in your timezone. If you encounter any problems while trying to log in or edit your profile, please let us know immediately so that we can help you before the start of the actual con weekend. 6. Where to find KiScon information & announcements: Official website KiScon Discord server Tumblr blog Twitter Conline Facebook Group Dreamwidth Past newsletters: KiScon Announcement (February 2022) Progress Report #1 (March 2022) Progress Report #2 (May 2022) Progress Report #3 (June 2022) Progress Report #4 (July 2022) Progress Report #5 incl. Program Survey (September 2022) Progress Report #6 (October 1st, 2022) Progress Report #7 (October 11th, 2022) Progress Report #8 (October 16th, 2022) Yours in K/S,

T’Lara on behalf of the KiScon concom

#kiscon2022 #kiscon 2022 #spirk #k/s #space husbands #star trek conventions #star trek: tos #star trek aos

[cityonlinementor]

Mentor Message 1.23.24

Ready or not... Spring Semester is just around the corner!

🆕Updated link for the Pre-Semester Checklist is now on the District Webpage! No need to log into the Canvas Site. Just go to: https://bit.ly/SDCCDPre-SemChkList

💡Link to Enroll in SDCCD Canvas Resource Site: Recordings & materials from Spr 2024 Flex Sessions & more!

🆘Need Immediate IT Help?

Email me ([email protected]) or Pronto me in the English Centerduring the semester. I respond within 24-48 hours or sooner. If I can’t help you, I can direct you to the person/people who can.

24/7 Canvas Chat or Phone for Canvas Help  Left side in Canvas

Or call Faculty Canvas 24/7 Helpline:1 [phone], Student Canvas 24/7 Helpline:1 [phone]

 Contact IT Helpdesk for Non-Canvas Help with IT (myportal, sdccd email, rosters, etc.). Campus Solutions Helpdesk: [phone], [email protected]

Help Tickets: https://bit.ly/CampusSolutionsHelpDesk

Video Tutorials

Refer to the Tumblr Blog for archive of past mentor message tips:it is also linked in my email signature.

💥New Tech On-Campus:

Wi-Fi at City: New, faster Campus WiFi is complete in all buildings! Guest access is almost identical to faculty/student access. It might require you to relog in after 4 hours. Everyone’s device may have different quirks. See WiFi Site to Learn More. You may need to “forget network” to reset your device’s WiFi connection. If you need more assistance, please fill out a ticket with the IT Helpdesk.

No more “free printing.” The new Pay-for Print system, PaperCut has been installed. Guide on Printing, Copying & Scanning

TEAMS phone service is coming! For tutorial see recording from 11/23 training. Right now, you can always use TEAMS to call anyone in your Teams, but this will be expanding and replacing our hardwired phones (not the blue emergency phones). In a nutshell: (tutorials are linked)

🤹🏽‍♀️Online Reminders

Remember to publish your courses by the 1st day of classes, ESPECIALLY if you are planning to redirect students to a 3rd party app instead like MyMath lab, Google Site, etc. Put your contact info/preferred method of communication/response time. Create a Homepage? Tutorial (#6 Pre-Semester Checklist)

Avoid Sorrow: Create course materials in your Development Shell(s) or download updated exports of all your classes & download copies of your gradebook every time you update it. Campus Solutions can delete actual courses without warning if it has a typo, change in instructor name, etc. How to get a Development Shell

Get your Canvas Course in Shape: Use the Canvas Pre-Semester Checklist (note: Cross listing is #2 & must be done before you start your course)

Update Zoom links in your course – SDCCD is single sign-on. Faculty have free Pro accounts. Use the same login/password for your SDCCD MS365 email login. Check for Zoom updates frequently. Update before Zoom meetings begin to maintain functionality.

Update LRC Links: the URLs have changed. Faculty have told me it works better to go back to the original source and copy the new link into your course. Guide to Library Linking

Add AI guidelines in your Academic Integrity Statement in your Syllabi. Sample statements and other resources from Yale’s Poorvu Ctr for Teaching and Learning. Deeper Dive: See p. 12 in the Part Timer’s Night Resource Slides, Spring 2024

Adjust the navigation menu: Hide SDCCD Zoom if you are NOT using the LTI & any other items you don’t regularly have student use.

Adjust the start/end to the course: This allows students to join early or have access later than the published deadlines, especially if you want to accept late work or have incompletes.

Consider sending your students a “Welcome Letter,” video, or link to a “Liquid Syllabus” for your classes so they know what to expect & how to get ready. Not sure how? Feel free to save a copy of this template to rename/make your changes.

Using Pronto: If you published at the last minute, you may need to manually “synch” instead of waiting for Campus Solutions.

📚Resources:

Key items Start/End of Semester:  Part Timer Night Start Semester 24 Slides & End of Semester

Need a laptop or Wi-Fi hotspot? San Diego residents can borrow them from your local San Diego library! See SD4All under SD Library Services.

Need an offline version of Office 365? Log into & fill out the request form at the Service Helpdesk to request. This is not a guarantee you’ll receive access. Please follow up with your Dean/Chair/Supervisor.

Read the NYTimes for Free: Renew your faculty/student NY Times Subscription

🏫Professional Development (PD):

SDCCD Online Spring 2024 Workshop Recordings/Resources

SDCCD Online Workshops: use the dropdown to select “DISTRICT” to see workshop listings in the Flex Calendar

Free @One Webinars!

@One Courses are still FREE!

📶Tech Tidbit:

How to Change Your Zoom Background: desktop, Android/iOS

Zoom Seating Chart: Turn on the “Save Gallery View” to keep participants’ location from shifting

Have a great start to the 2024 Semester!

[trivechallengevip7]

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I've checked out hundreds of books and also taken action, since I am 100% in on boosting myself. I've likewise openly recorded my self-improvement journey for the last 15 YEARS. If that's not "doing the research," I don't understand what is. As well as all of us know Tony has actually done some amazing points. However the variety of times he discussed his connections with head of states, celebs, and service people was excessive. There's a day where we speak about health and wellness and also nutrition ...

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[soul-controller]

An Unexpected Kink

With a long day of press interviews planned as the football season began to kick off, it was safe to say that Buffalo Bills linebacker Matt Milano had a busy day ahead of him. However, before the insane press junket began, Matt knew that he had another video chat that he urgently needed to get done first. After sending a Zoom link to a seemingly random college email address, Matt eagerly waited for the arrival of the other party. 

As he took a look at himself in the camera of the laptop, Matt began to adjust himself so he was perfectly positioned in frame. Fixing his hat, he couldn’t help but stare at his bulky muscles. It was insane to have such an incredible physique, but he supposed it was an essential feature of his body if he wanted to perform his job well. Using a free hand, he smirked as he gripped onto his upper arms and squeezed to feel the intense power packed into those impressive biceps of his.

Hearing the ding of a guest joining the room, Matt blushed as he quickly realized that he had been caught admiring himself. As the camera for the other guest turned on and revealed a girl with frizzy purple-dyed hair, the two parties immediately began to chuckle at the implausibility of the situation. 

“Holy shit Andrew! I can’t believe it’s you in there!” the girl cried out, which caused the man to chuckle in agreement. 

“I know Laura, I can hardly believe it myself. I’m in the body of Matt Milano!” the man responded, a wide grin emerging onto his face as he once again realized the truth in the words he just said. Wow, I really am in another man’s body… As the two individuals began to continue talking, the college-aged girl eagerly asked the new jock to explain everything and how it happened to him. 

“Well, this writer on Tumblr announced this contest. He does body swap stories and shit, so I figured the prize would just be like a personalized story or something. Anyways, I won the contest and he immediately sent me a message to ask what I wanted. With little time to ponder the question, I quickly said that I’d love to be a hunky football player. Of course, when he asked for examples of players, I instantly gave him Matt’s name…” the jock said, which brought a look of shock and awe onto the face of his apparent best friend.

“So after that, he said that my wish would be granted soon and that I would immediately know when it had happened. I just assumed he would send it to the email address I provided, but instead, I blinked and suddenly found myself in the Bills locker room!” Matt continued, his voice getting higher as excitement began to fill his body. It was such a relief to talk to his best friend about it, but it was such a shame that she was still all the way in Nebraska while he was now in New York.  

“Of course, I freaked out and asked where I was, which caused a lot of the men to joke around and taunt me. Desperate for my own answers, I rushed into the bathroom and suddenly found myself staring back at the reflection of Matt Milano. So yeah, Soul-Controller actually made my dreams come true!” he exclaimed, which left the girl in absolute disbelief. 

Immediately, the girl inquired about this Soul-Controller user and how it was possible for such things to occur in the world. “Body swapping is just a thing in the movies, how could it be possible?” she asked, which elicited a head nod and chuckle from the man. As he leaned in closer to the camera, he began to offer up the only possible answer he could muster up.

“Of course, I freaked the hell out. I didn’t know where I was and there were all of these buff jocks laughing at me for acting like a crazy person. Long story short, I found the bathroom and bam, there’s Matt’s face in the mirror. That Soul-Controller guy - the writer I was telling you about - actually did it! Talk about a dream come true!” he said, taking a pause to think about his old life. It was crazy for the man to realize that just a few days ago he was a frail 22-year-old nerd with not a single athletic bone in his body. “But given that I’m in the body of my favorite football player, it seems like there was truth surrounding his hype. I don’t really care how he did it honestly, I’m just happy it was actually possible! I mean, could you blame me for wanting this gorgeous face and body?” he said, smiling into the camera as he caught his attractive visage. However, this smile soon shifted into a smirk as he looked at his friend’s camera and caught her also staring at him with a lustful look.

The girl soon caught onto her best friend’s awareness of her newfound attraction, quickly changing the subject to try and remember the former nerd that he once was. “Hey, have you reached out to the real Matt? I don’t think he’s adapting to his new life too well…” she cautiously said, which only caused him to give a slight shrug of his shoulders.

“Nah, I haven’t really checked in to see how Matt’s doing in my body. In all honesty, I don’t really care to find out. I’m Matt now while he’s stuck as some dweeb living at home with his parents!” he matter-of-factly said with not a care in the world. Appalled by this response, the girl couldn’t believe that her sweet and caring best friend had already been so corrupted by this new life.

Desperate to try and pull Andrew’s real personality back, the girl continued to discuss the subject of the body-swapped Matt. She desperately began to inform her friend about just how poorly the former NFL player was handling the swap. “Drew, I don’t think you understand, he’s freaking the fuck out and just blatantly talking about how he’s really Matt Milano! It’s so bad that your parents are even talking about sending him to some psychiatric facility to “get help”. We both know that he’s telling the truth, so why are you being so lax about this?” she cried out, her voice soon soaked with emotion as she attempted to get a response from her best friend. But instead, the man just sat there in silence and looked off into space. Despite the stoic expression on his face, the new Matt found the whole situation rather amusing. 

Given the fact that he wasn’t willing to hear about the other man’s struggles or sympathize, “Matt” interrupted his friend and immediately began to launch into the reasons why he’s had a hard time struggling as well. “You know, it hasn’t been super easy to adapt to this new body and life either you know! It’s been so strange waking up with such a bigger body, so much so that I feel enormous even though I know I’m just a buff dude now” he loudly said, watching as the girl’s eyes narrowed in confusion at the correlation of such a small struggle against such an insane downgrade of a swap like the real Matt had to deal with.

“It hasn’t been easy on the team either Laura. Like sure, this body has muscle memory that helps me succeed on the field, but that all goes out of the window once I’m in the locker room. It’s awful having to be so sociable and pretend to be Matt while talking to these people I’ve never met before. It’s not like I gained his memories or anything, I’ve had to study the playbook for the team nonstop!” he cried out, desperate to get his friend to get back onto his side of the situation. 

But unfortunately for Drew, his new inflated ego wasted no time ruining any sort of good graces he had begun to rebuild with Laura. Immediately, he began to go into detail about some of the positives of the swap. This mainly had to do with his sex life, which was clearly a hot topic given his former status as a total virgin. “But this body definitely has some perks bro. Like, it’s rare to NOT get lucky each night. I've got every possible hunk and babe throwing themselves all over for a chance to admire this bod. I don’t blame them though, how could they resist a stud like me?” he said, a cocky smirk forming onto his face as he continues to go into detail about his sexual exploits. 

By the time Drew finished detailing his dominant nature in the bedroom, Laura was clearly done with her former friend’s antics. This anger ultimately culminated in her suddenly stating that she needed to go. It was such a shame that her friend’s personality had already been transformed so quickly to be an egotistical prick, but it seemed like there was nothing she could do to pull him back. Resigning herself to this fact, the girl immediately decided to shift her focus by trying to assist the new Andrew with the ripple effects of the swap. She knew it would be a struggle for the former jock, so she truly hoped that she could help him adapt to his new life and prevent him from being institutionalized.

While Laura was formulating her plan, the new Matt was completely oblivious. Not only did he not take the hint and realize how angry she was, but he actually found himself eager to leave the conversation as well. The woman wasn’t a great conversationalist, so he wasn’t wanting to waste his time talking to her given the large amount of press he still had to do! As such, he just played off the woman’s statements and turned it into how her decision was actually a good thing for him anyway.

“Oh awesome, that works perfectly! I have an interview in 30 minutes anyway and I still need to read over my notes one last time before I do it. I guess I’ll see you soon Laura. I’m going to be quite busy for the next couple months, but I’m sure I’ll find some time to talk to average friends like you!” he merrily said, clearly too dense in the noggin to realize how offensive and rude his statement was. In response, the woman simply rolled her eyes and stated that she would just reach out whenever SHE was free and hung up. 

Why do I not remember her being such a bitch, Matt thought to himself as he began to prepare himself for the rest of his day. While he tried his best to play off his new identity as an NFL player, there were actually some troubles he had faced along the way. The main problem was having to shift back into “Matt Mode” whenever he was around his teammates and journalists. Given the man’s former identity being that of an antisocial nerd, it was quite the struggle to suddenly be so popular and in such demand. 

After taking a moment to compose himself and be reminded of Matt’s stats and the big names on his team through a stack of notecards, the new Matt returned back to Zoom and began to mentally prepare for the upcoming day. First up on the docket was an interview with some sort of dumb magazine that he couldn’t be bothered to remember the title of. His team had told him this interview was a big deal, but he truly couldn’t understand why a magazine interview held more importance than a full segment on ESPN. Trying to just forget about it and move on, Matt joined the Zoom room and adjusted himself in the camera as he waited for the interviewer’s arrival. As he fixed his hat once again, Matt couldn’t help but notice the bulging veins of his forearms. It was incredible to have such strength be so easily displayed from such a simple action, so awe-inspiring that Matt could feel himself instantly firming up at the sight of his new body.

As the interviewer finally joined the Zoom room, the nerdy looking man wasted no time introducing himself. “Hello there Mr. Milano, I’m Jeremy from Leather-Bound Magazine and I’m so happy to be interviewing you today!” he said, his thin lips cracking into a weak smile. While the magazine seemed to be something about kinky sex, Matt found it quite humorous to have such a non-desirable man be the guy to run the interview. While the frail man seemed to be in his mid-20s or so, his hairline had already travelled quite a bit up his scalp and his thick pair of rimmed glasses did little to help showcase that youthful age. 

“Hey there Jeremy, I’m happy to be here!” Matt eagerly said, trying his best to figure out why his publicist had scheduled an interview with some sort of BDSM magazine. He guessed he could understand trying to appeal to every possible demographic, but he didn’t really know how kink enthusiasts would want to go to see a game after an interview with Matt Milano. While he hadn’t been able to fully explore the jock’s closet after the swap, the new jock couldn’t recollect any sort of signs that indicated his interest in BDSM and kinky sex, so that only added to his inner confusion.

However, while the two men continued to exchange pleasantries as the interview finally got underway, Matt was just willing to play nice to get the interview over with so he can go back to enjoying his day. For the most part, it had consisted of him getting off multiple times while admiring his body, but he was also wanting to hit up the gym to exhibit his new strength and power. It never got old to him to watch those muscles flex and easily carry weight that Andrew’s former body could only dream of!

For the most part, he had been able to field the man’s general questions about Matt’s backstory and career in the NFL (sans being slightly off on some of his statistics). But as the interview finally shifted to the topic at hand, Matt grew immediately confused. “So Matt, how long have you had an interest in being submissive?” the interviewer asked, his face shifting back to that off-putting smile. 

“Uh, I don’t understand the question. I’m an NFL player, I’m one of the most dominant guys out on the field as a Bills linebacker!” he responded, his voice raising as he couldn’t understand why the man was asking these questions. 

“Sure Matt, on the field you’re dominant, but you absolutely love to be submissive in bed right?” the nerdy man continued, adding onto it by stating “Isn’t it true that you actually have a master you live to serve when not at practice or on the field?” 

The hell was this? Matt thought to himself as his mind was racing with questions. “Where did you hear all of that?” he said with a gasp. Given his previous status of a virgin, the sex he had in Matt’s body was rather vanilla still. There had been no urges to be a submissive man, the closest possible thing was when he enjoyed the concept of his sex partners (both women and men) knowing what they were doing in the bedroom since he was a total novice! So the thought of such kinky sex was both alarming and nerve-wracking for the man to even consider.

Seeing Matt’s confusion, the interviewer titled his head as he attempted to figure out what was going on. “Matt, I know that because I’m your master… You’ve been my submissive bottom for over a year and a half now,” Jeremy eagerly said, that sly smile now having a reason for making Matt so uncomfortable. There was no way that Matt would be submissive for this twig of a man!

“No, there’s no fucking way that you’re my master. There’s absolutely nothing kinky about my sex life!” he cried out, which elicited an eye roll from the journalist as he rustled around inside his duffel bag. “Dude, what are you doing with that pocket watch? Put that away and answer me!” Matt growled, annoyed as the man opened the watch and began to swing it up close in the frame of the camera.

“Clearly, you forgot your conditioning, so let me just start this over I guess,” Jeremy angrily stated as he continued to swing it. He chuckled as he watched Matt’s eyes begin to rapidly dart along with the movement of the watch. “Yes, that’s it. Give in to my power and let me remind you of who you once were!” Jeremy said as he continued to remind Matt of who he was.

“No, please sto-” Matt said, his words turning into a low grumble as he felt his mind going incredibly blank as he continued to stare at the spinning watch. Despite his best efforts, he found himself unable to move his head away from the object.

“It’s ok Matt, I’m here to help you. Just relax and empty your mind, you can trust me!” Jeremy responded, smirking as the hunk slowly began to follow his orders.

“I’m… not… Matt.” the hunk muttered under his breath as Jeremy finally got the man to fall unconscious with his eyes open. As his head dropped down slightly, the interviewer and part-time hypnotist knew that he finally had gotten Matt to fall under. He didn’t understand why the man couldn’t remember his conditioning despite giving his trigger word to fall back under his hypnosis spell, but the induction had happened relatively easily so he wasn’t too upset about the slight delay. Hell, he loved this part the most anyway, so he was totally content with reprogramming the now-drooling Matt again...

* * * * *

For the next twenty minutes, the interviewer and apparent master of Matt Milano reprogrammed the football star to become everything he desired. Given that the jock had seemingly forgotten the already intense orders from Jeremy, the hypnotist amped up both the punishments for disobeying Jeremy’s orders and also increased Matt’s rewards for following his master’s rules. With such a system in place, the interviewer hoped that the impact of the hypnosis would last much longer this second time around.

“Matt, can you hear me?” Jeremy asks, which elicited a groan-filled “yes” to escape from Matt’s mouth. “Good, so I just want to clarify some things with you. Firstly, I am your master. You must listen and obey anything I say, or you will face my consequences. Understood?” the man asked, which caused Matt to shake his head slightly in an attempt to break through the conditioning.

However, this didn’t last long as he eventually gave a simple “Yes” response. “Yes what?” Jeremy asked, eager to see just how quickly Matt will accept his new orders.

“Yes… Master,” Matt said, his voice now sounding incredibly robotic as his mind broke and thus made him incredibly willing to accept all of his master’s orders. 

After a few more minutes, Jeremy was able to successfully reintroduce the original mental commands for Matt along with bringing in some new kinks and interests. He was eager to get his hypnotized superstar back to full consciousness and see how his demeanor changes with the commands in effect. After telling the man that he will wake up and return to consciousness with the snap of his fingers, Jeremy slowly counted down from 10 to 1 before snapping and bringing the hunk back to full awareness.

While his body absentmindedly moved in his chair, the man quickly returned to the seemingly normal interview and chuckled as Jeremy silently stared into the camera. “Hehe, I’m so sorry bro, I totally spaced out there for a second! What were we talking about?” the jock said, his voice now oozing with stupidity. 

Hearing the man speak, Jeremy received the first indication that his hypnosis was finally working again. Given the man’s resistance to the hypnosis and slightly cocky behavior, Jeremy wanted to really lean into it. From the moment he came back into awareness, Matt was now the perfect stereotype of a dumb jock. His once-impressive vocabulary (which was solely due to Andrew being in Matt’s body) was hidden away in the deep recesses of the man’s brain, with Jeremy’s hypnosis now encouraging him to use simple words and start utilizing “bro-talk” with everyone he meets. Fuck, he’s becoming an absolute dream, Jeremy thought to himself as he began to remind Matt about the interview they were currently conducting.

* * * * * 

As Matt shook his head and attempted to try to regain his composure, he was relieved to hear the interviewer waste no time reminding him about his previous question. “It’s ok Matt!” he said, a wide smile beaming on his face. It left Matt’s dick quickly firming up as he looked up at his master, but his mind quickly reminded him that he had to keep it professional during work. Master said he would take care of me later if I did a good job… 

“So, we were just doing our cover spread interview for Leather Bound magazine. You had begun to mention something about being dominated, but you seemed to have lost your train of thought. Did you care to continue?” the man asked, which left Matt chuckling as he eagerly began to answer the question posed by the average man that Matt now found absolutely irresistible. 

Smiling and sitting up in his chair, Matt wasted no time beginning to talk about why he was the perfect candidate for this magazine. “Oh fuck yeah bro, I love getting dominated!” he said, looking into the camera to see his Master giving him his fully undivided attention. “I know most people would think that a hunk like me would think it’s embarrassing, but it’s such a fuckin’ turn on! There’s nothing hotter than that humiliation in the bedroom when smaller men tell me what to do…” Matt continued, his grin suddenly flipping down into a frown as he stopped his statement. With haste, he moved one of his hands down to fix the rock hard cock struggling against his underwear. He absolutely hated having such a thick and long cock, especially when he was an absolute bottom!

Upon letting the jock finish his sentence, Jeremy began to inquire further about Matt and his sexuality. “Wait a second here Matt, are you officially coming out for our interview? On my sheet here, it said that you were straight and not the most adventurous love-maker,” Jeremy said, faking shock as he was absolutely buzzing on the inside to watch Matt just so willingly abandon his heterosexuality and become his dream bottom.

“Uh, I guess I am dude!” Matt said, a dumb hearty chuckle escaping from his lips as he came to terms with the fact that he had actually said it out loud. He knew that his Master had encouraged him to be himself, but he couldn’t believe he had finally taken the leap! “But bro, why would I do this interview with you if I was only into vanilla sex. I love all kinds of kinky sex, especially when fucking with whips and chains. However, nothing turns me on more than leather, especially when my Master wears it…” Matt continued, his dumbed down chuckling continuing as he smiled widely before giving a wink to Jeremy. Sure, he knew that he would probably be punished later for revealing their secret connection, but Matt was feeling dangerous. What’s a little pleasure without a little pain as well? 

* * * * * 

For the next 30 minutes, the interview continued as Matt’s secret master asked him tons of intensive questions. Not rattled by any of the questions though, the new sexually-liberated Matt Milano eagerly answered every possible question about his kinks, favorite types of sex, and dream partners. Of course, Jeremy found it quite amusing when Matt had accurately described every possible attribute belonging to the interviewer when discussing his dream partner. It was hot to have such a flawless hunk of a man under his control. His mind was truly putty in Jeremy’s hands and he was incredibly eager to mold Matt into the absolute perfect man for him. Sure, he had the muscles and model-like face, but Jeremy needed a man to absolutely be subservient in every possible way. Luckily, the interviewer had learned a great deal about hypnosis to help create this dream man that seemed impossible to find.

Checking his watch, Jeremy soon found himself eager to end the interview with Matt and continue on with his day. While Matt was his own personal pet project, the man was still eager to have several other players eager to serve him in any way. As a result, he was also able to hypnotist the agents of Aaron Donald, Justin Pugh, and Jimmy Garoppolo to get him meetings with the hunky players. The thought of all three of those hunks admiring his body and turning into horny gay men was too good to resist!

Stopping Matt as he continued to speak, Jeremy informed him that their time had run out and he had to run off for other interviews. "Well, thank you so much Matt for speaking with Leather Bound magazine. It's going to be so great to have such a prominent NFL player do an interview about domination and all of your kinks. You're truly going to help break the stigma of BDSM, so Leather Bound is eternally grateful for your time and services!” Jeremy said, which caused Matt to smile and begin to say his own goodbyes.

“It’s no problem at all bro. I appreciate the opportunity to tell my story without judgment!” the hunk said, a look of true appreciation spreading onto his face as he gave his departing message. After the interviewer told him to have a great day, Matt was eager to toy with his Master. “Have a great day and I’ll see you later tonight… Sir!” he said, giving a giddy laugh before ending the call.

As he closed the lid of his laptop, Matt was shocked to find himself still rock hard. Incredibly eager to take care of the throbbing dick that had been constantly leaking pre-cum down his meaty thighs, his hands quickly began to move down to his waist. But before he could go beneath the waistband of his underwear and grasp onto his cock, his mind quickly told him to stop and reminded him of his orders. Fuck, Master said that I could only get off in his presence...

Leaning back in his chair, Matt could only sit there and wait in annoyance until his Master finally arrived at his place and allowed him to get himself off. After talking for so long about being dominated, Matt couldn’t help but wish that his Master would go all-out once he arrived. He was going to be edging for hours it seemed, so sitting back and closing his eyes, Matt began to imagine his dominant partner donning some leather and humiliating him for being the horniest bottom in existence. Little did Matt know that not only was he hypnotized into behaving like this, but he had really once been a nerdy looking guy just like Jeremy. Maybe the real Matt was the real winner in this situation after all, especially since he was now freed from Jeremy’s control. Sure, he was in the body of an incredibly average and nerdy man, but at least he was now a free-thinking one again...

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#stories involving football #hypnosis #body swap #permanent #mental changes #nerd to jock

[captainsantiagos]

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE QUIZ: JAKE & AMY EDITION (2021) DATE: september 9th 2021 (NINE-NINE DAY!!) TIME: 9pm BST (what time is that for me?) LOCATION: the quiz will take place on MyQuiz. anyone who would like to chat and socialise are welcome to join a separate zoom call or join the discord server. please indicate to me whether you would like those details. GET INVOLVED: if you would like to participate in the quiz, please REPLY to this post or send an ASK/MESSAGE to me. i will not count likes or reblogs. when you receive the link to the quiz, you can register for the quiz and they will send you a reminder before the quiz begins on the day. alternatively, you can just click the link before the quiz starts. FORMAT: there will be four rounds for this quiz - a round corresponding to each phase of jake & amy’s relationship.(colleague & friend, dating, engaged, married) [season 8 will be included] each round will have 15 questions = 60 in total.

feel free to reblog this to spread the word but ensure that you are REPLYING to the post or MESSAGING me if you want to take part!

#b99 quiz #jake x amy #peraltiago #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine

[gallickingunsteals]

Gallickingun/Lilhemmo is tracing art, reposting art and gifs, stealing ideas, and more

We’re going to start by introducing ourselves: we are a group of anonymous artists, writers, and editors that are either in @bnhabookclub​​​​ or have left it for various reasons related to the admin and creator, @gallickingun​​​​ / @lilhemmo​​​​ and the mod staff as a whole. This doesn’t mean all of her staff is bad, but they’ve strongly enabled, overlooked, and allowed Morgan to steal for too long. We’re not associated with @gallickingunexposed​​​​, but we would like to work with them if they have more they want to share. The reason we’re remaining anonymous for now is because some of us are still in Bookclub. As you’ll see below the cut, and if you go through gallickingunexposed, you’ll find that Morgan has ruthlessly degraded and talked shit about people within Bookclub as well as kicked people without saying why or telling her mod team. 

Next, we’ll explain why we’re doing this. Many people will respond with “Why not message Morgan? This isn’t right. You’re creating drama.” We’re not sorry to say this, but theft is not drama. It’s disrespectful and rude as well as illegal depending on the circumstances. Alongside this, Morgan has been contacted about these actions in the past multiple times by multiple people but continues to do it and/or insist she’s in the right. At that point, what else would you propose when handling it privately doesn’t work? 

Additionally, all creators deserve to know that someone is blatantly and consistently disrespecting their mutuals or people they follow by stealing their stuff. They all deserve to know that there is someone (Morgan) out there who might steal their work or break their posting rules as she’s done to others, as well as know if she’s already done it to them. Had this happened once or twice then we wouldn’t be posting this, but Morgan has a record of reposting art, gifs, stealing fics, ideas, and tracing art and she continues to insist that she doesn't do that.

This post is meant to give Morgan a wakeup call and inform everyone of things they are ignoring or unaware of. If you decide she is still in the right after reading this, then we hope you and her are blocked from other creators’ accounts so that you don’t get the chance to steal their work. This is not a discussion. This is a compilation of just some of the things she did.

Please keep in mind that this isn’t just about creative laws, this is also about creative decency and integrity, and the respectful treatment of creators. All of those have been continuously ignored by Morgan and other Bookclub staff after it is brought up multiple times, which proves that they are unfit to be in any position that allows them access to others’ pieces or a position that lets them dictate what people post. It also shows how little they care about creators as a whole. 

A solution: remake the Bookclub, remove Morgan from Bookclub staff at least, and possibly get new support staff (unless the current staff truly does disagree with her ways). If the other support team and members excuse her for stealing, reposting, etc., then they are just as bad, and those in support staff team shouldn’t be in there any longer. Shame on them for promoting and enabling creative theft. That is not an environment anyone should be promoting or enabling. Fair warning to anyone interested in BNHA Bookclub right now — they currently do not care about your work being stolen and the head admin herself has and still does steal from and ridicule and disrespect others even in Bookclub. The Bookclub was completely stolen (details below) and shouldn’t get the benefits and praise that come with zero credit and claiming originality.

And for Morgan, when you see this, we know you’re going to delete your theft posts so that the original artists and editors won’t see it. You’ll say you deleted it because you “know it’s wrong” and you “shouldn’t have posted it” but if that were the case, you would’ve done so the first time people have brought up you stealing, not the 2nd or 3rd or 4th — this is a trend. Delete them after you own up to it with the original posters. Let them see that you’ve done this. You can’t cover up what you’ve done by saying you didn’t do it or garner pity with a long apology. We also know that’s something you tend to do right before you repeat the same “mistakes,” feed into hate messages, and throw a pity party with your followers to feel better about your wrongdoings. An apology is the bare minimum. You should actually stop posting things that aren’t yours, stop copying ideas that aren’t yours, and stop covering up your theft. You are not the victim here!

ART (reposting and tracing)

Recently, Morgan got an ask and said she doesn't repost fanart without permission. Right before that, she had done just that with screenshots of a bunch of Bakugou art in a Google search. We felt this was still a form of reposting, but we wanted to ask the artists themselves too since Morgan didn’t. They all agreed that it’s still reposting because it shares their content where they don't allow even if it's not the HD image. She didn’t have to post the art. She could have gotten her notes without reposting art (yes, she cares about that and you can see in the link shared in the stealing ideas section of this post).

She edited this post to crop out the art, so someone must have told her to do so. We would like to give her more credit, but the BNHA Bookclub rules are a strong indication of her beliefs: that no matter what the artists and others think, she doesn’t believe she reposted -- she doesn’t want to admit she’s wrong or facilitating reposts.

“9. Do not repost content without credit... But we realize sometimes you’re just doing a google search and can’t find the original poster.”

The rules of the Bookclub themselves, as pictured in @rivendell101​​​′s post about Morgan stealing the Bookclub entire set up, rules, theme and concept of Bookclub from her, do not mention anything about reposting content or plagiarism or anything else that would promote protecting creators. So what?

This means you’re safe (by Bookclub standards) to repost and steal on your blog! And with that, you’re safe to do it in the server too because Bookclub staff has deemed this okay. So all of support staff are guilty of enabling and practically promoting theft.

It unfortunately gets worse from here. 

Morgan has not only reposted art, but traced art too.

The original artist, @lem0uro​​​, doesn’t allow reposts or tracing of their work (read - one, two, three, four) (here’s the original art). They have also said that this counts as reposting because again, their work is being shared in a manner that is not on their blog or being reblogged. But Morgan wouldn’t count this as reposting. 

There is no permission like she says she would get if she reposts (but she doesn’t, remember?), neither is credit given. You have to zoom in to find the blurry watermark and hope that you got it right so you can find the original artist. 

Who, again, doesn’t allow tracing. Most, if not all, artists don’t. You can easily overlay those two images and see that it was traced, not referenced. 

GIFS (reposting)

Fandom editors typically don’t allow reposting of their work. If they do, you follow their rules for reposting (common rules are either get permission, credit them, or both). In Morgan’s case, she has reposted multiple gifs over the years, and also posted a submission of someone else’s gif — yes, that’s still reposting because she still chose to post it when she knew it wasn’t hers.

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We couldn’t find the creator of the submitted gif but if someone does, please send them this or tell them about this happening so that they can know. It’s not the person who submitted it as there are multiple reposts dating back to before Morgan’s post.

The second gif is by @slaughterofinnocence​​​ found here and it’s unclear if they allow reposts (but that doesn’t make it free real estate, Moe).

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This gif is by @sstarphase​​​ found here and they don’t allow reposts.

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Again, not Morgan’s original gif because it’s been reposted multiple times before. If you know the creator, please let them know this is happening.

(x)

This gif is by @bellblake​​​​ found here and they don’t allow reposts.

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This gif is by @billrskarsgard​​​​ found here and it’s unclear if they allow reposts.

(x)

We couldn’t find the original creator but if you know then please make them aware.

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We couldn’t find the original creator but if you know then please make them aware.

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We couldn’t find the original creator even with the watermark, but if you know then please make them aware.

We’re aware that some of these posts are old, but that doesn’t excuse her actions, especially since she insists that she doesn’t repost. That only shows that this isn’t a one time issue.

IDEAS (exact copy and pasting and mimicking without inspo credit)

We won’t be addressing Morgan stealing fic ideas because that has been brought up by multiple other people already including @gallickingunexposed​​​​ and @lady-bakuhoe​​​​. Keep in mind that this is a compilation of observations no matter how small.

You can read this post about Morgan stealing the entire idea of Bookclub. Are network and archive blogs and servers exclusive and original ideas? NO! But Morgan didn’t just copy the idea, she:

took credit for it

copy and pasted the rules from @southsidearchive​​​​

copied the same exact theme as ^

copied the set up of the server from ^

bonus: shit talked the admin of ^ and said she’d use them for notes and only add them to Bookclub at the very last minute

Again, you can’t take credit for a common concept like Morgan did, but you can easily give credit to where you got the idea or what you’re basing your actions off of, which Morgan didn’t do. That’s called saying who inspired you. Since Morgan and staff legitimately plagiarized the entire Bookclub setup, they didn’t just get inspiration in that case. 

Moving on, all of the people contributing this post except a few have been here since the beginning of Bookclub and have either left Bookclub or remain in it. We remember what it was like when it started up and we’ve seen the changes it has gone through. Interestingly enough, these changes were not original. 

NOTE: Because Morgan and Bookclub staff have stolen and taken credit for the entirety of southsidearchive’s set up, this is being brought up because it is no mere coincidence that they’re doing the same things again. The only difference is that they were caught sooner.

A couple of us noticed the current changes reflecting @haikyuucreations​​​‘ server only after Morgan had joined. This is a smaller instance compared to the previous, but that should mean there’s no issue with mentioning “I got this idea from them” just like @southsidearchive​​​ did with their rules and haikyuucreations did with their set up. 

There was no mention inspiration when Morgan took all of these from haikyuucreations:

QOTD (role and channel)

the same bots

a split administrative staff between the blog mods and server mods

As you can see here, Morgan didn’t join the haikyuucreations server until July 25th, and she only waited a couple days until she started copying the way they did QOTD. Previously there was no role or a separate channel, but Morgan shamelessly used that idea and didn’t say she got inspiration or anything. Instead, she passes it off as her wanting it to be more active. The nice thing to do would be at least promote or mention the people you got your ideas from even if they aren’t original ideas. We’re sure Morgan wouldn’t want someone writing a whole fic inspired by hers without saying, or creating an entire blog and server like hers without saying.

Below we’ll talk about the dates that Morgan and Bookclub staff copied the same bots as haikyuucreations. Public bots are not exclusive, but the idea of Bookclub is completely unoriginal since it is a carbon copy of southsidearchive and now it’s imitating haikyuucreations.

Once again, no one owns common concepts, but we believe the timing is all too convenient for Morgan to be adding in the same bots after joining the haikyuucreations server. When we first joined Bookclub, Writer-Bot and Carl Bot weren’t there, but Morgan went ahead and added both of them in like she “just came up with it,” to quote her directly in the post linked earlier from southsidearchive.

You can see the earliest messages from those two bots in the haikyuu server and compare it to when Writer-Bot joined Bookclub. There isn’t anything about when Carl Bot joined, but we and anyone else in the server can confirm that it wasn’t there until after Morgan joined the other server. 

Besides this, she got her character bot ideas with prompts and flirty lines from the southsidearchive server, but there was no inspo credit for that.

We will, though, reach out to the staff of haikyuucreations to see if Morgan at least asked about getting inspiration for how they run their server. If that is the case, we’ll delete everything regarding Morgan copying from them. But that’s really unlikely since she didn’t do that for southsidearchive.

Another instance of copying without inspiration credit is Morgan copying haikyuucreations split staff setup. Since at least June, their blog and server have been split between two different teams. This third screenshot is from August 22nd after a Bookclub member spoke with Candy from the Bookclub staff. This change of Bookclub being split is a recent one, once again only coming up after Morgan has seen it work in the haikyuu server. This information was sent via DM, and Bookclub staff is continuing to avoid acknowledging that they’ve stolen ideas from other archival blogs and servers.

MISC

This is unrelated to creative theft. We want to point out another inconsistency where staff has failed to uphold their rules and protect their members, specifically about incest.

They make it very clear that incest is not a topic allowed in the server or in fics submitted to the blog, yet they allowed this conversation about Todoroki family incest to occur. If it’s allowed in specific channels, then that should be clear in the rules but it isn’t. But that’s just what happens when you copy and paste someone else’s rules and don’t have any familiarity with them:

According to gallickingunexposed, there was also the instance of minors getting into NSFW channels by lying to staff and by staff opening the channel up temporarily for everyone to participate in. This isn’t legal. It’s unfair. It’s disgusting. Being lied to is out of your control, but Bookclub support staff willingly opened up a NSFW channel for minors to get in. Temporary or not, that’s unacceptable.

And to discuss rule 11: Lyssa/@burnedbyshoto​​ was kicked without notice to anyone, members and mods alike, just because Morgan didn’t like her (referencing gallickingunexposed). This doesn’t mean Lyssa was innocent, but since only Morgan knew about kicking her, no one could personally take it up with her. That’s an abuse of power and a fine way for Morgan to go around her own rules. With all of that, Bookclub members are literally forced by the rules to respect staff and their decisions, breeding an unhealthy environment where no one can speak up without facing backlash in the server or in DMs -- like Morgan shit talking her own members and other bloggers. 

CONCL.

We compiled as much as we could, but there is definitely more that Morgan has stolen and more that her staff has enabled. We believe the best solutions include

1. Bookclub to be remade since it was completely stolen and continues to steal from others.

If someone steals a gif, art, or writing, the proper response is to delete it. It’s unlikely Bookclub staff will do that with Bookclub, so the least they could do is stop benefitting from others’ ideas. Had the Bookclub been marginally influenced by the Riverdale and Haikyuu servers and blogs then it would be different, but this is too far. There is no telling how far they’re going to go and Morgan has no limits of what else she’ll steal and defend. This also needs to happen because the rules themselves are not followed by staff. If you don’t know your own rules or you’re not going to follow them then change them. They were never your rules in the first place and the power is being abused anyway.

2. Morgan needs to leave Bookclub staff. 

She may have started it, but it was never her idea or setup in the first place. Considering she doesn’t follow the rules she copy and pasted, abuses her power, and consistently disrespects other creators either personally or by stealing from them, she doesn’t deserve to get by with another fake apology. Multiple apologies over the same thing followed by the same “mistakes” are worthless. They’re emotionally manipulative and only serve to let her get by with doing it again and get pity when she’s caught. We considered suggesting a suspension, but since Morgan has already left the server once and came back with the issues persisting and more arising, we don’t feel like this is a proper solution. She will only come back and continue to be a risk to the members of Bookclub for talking poorly about them behind their backs and for stealing from them and others. We sincerely hope that Bookclub mods are capable enough to run Bookclub without her, especially if they remake it to fit them. It’s understood that Morgan did most of the admin duties on her own and wouldn’t let mods participate despite being told or asked of, so we hope that that’s even more reason she shouldn’t be in staff.

3. Apologize to the original posters and follow their instructions.

Don’t delete the posts before they see, that’s just running away. If they tell you to credit them, do it. If they tell you to delete it, do it. But don’t delete it and brush it under the rug. And once you do apologize, don’t go back to posting and pretending everything is normal. This is a serious topic and deserves serious reflection. Every time this comes up, Morgan goes in circles victimizing herself, giving an apology, and repeating. That doesn’t work 10 times in a row.

This post will remain up until all three of these suggestions are taken. We’ll continue to help find more content that Morgan and staff have stolen, even if it means getting no sleep because this matters. As writers, artists, and editors, Bookclub staff should understand that. Morgan may not and has proven that she doesn’t care enough to change her ways, but we won’t stop until we see what we want.

#gallickingun #bnhabookclub #plagiarism #art thief #art theft #dont steal or repost #artists on tumblr

[turtlesandfrogs]

Hey folks!

I'm going a seed starting sow along class, and a starting vegetables from kitchen scraps class end of Feb/into March. They're both really pay-what-you-can, both aimed towards beginners, and I already paid for a zoom account so feel free to spread widely, or just pop in to sate your curiosity. 

[Image description: 12 four inch pots are shown, with small basil seedlings in each pot]

The first is a little different: Seed Starting Sow Along. We're going to meet initially to talk about what kinds of seeds we're getting started this year, along with basic seed starting information (with a link to a document that should help you get started that's more in depth), and then meet regularly (weekly or biweekly, depending on what people are needing, to talk through what's going on with our plants- successes, challenges, problems, and solutions. I will start seeds along with students (so, like, if you're starting 'Yellow Pear' tomatoes, I might not start that specific variety, but I will start a tomato) so beginners can compare and see where they might want to make some adjustments. This is geared towards the PNW, zone 8, but I will also talk about figuring out seed starting schedules for other regions, finding your zone, etc. 

[Image description: zoomed in image showing two seedlings in the process of germinating; they are elegant looking and bent double, with their leaves still in the soil. They are cherimoyas.]

The second class is all about starting plants from kitchen scraps. We'll cover the practical (green onions and tomatoes) to the just-for-fun (mangoes, avocados- I mean, depending on your climate...), how to get them going, and common pitfalls. It will cover propagation methods and seed saving and how this applies to other plants as well. 

[Image description: four Thai basil cuttings are emerging from a round plastic pot. The surface of the soil is covered by a layer of sand, because I was dealing with fungus gnats at the time.] 

More info here (days, times): https://clarksgardening.wordpress.com/classes-coaching/ Info and timing, etc, will be geared to the PNW, specifically the Maritime parts. To sign up, you can message me through tumblr with your email (so I can send you the zoom link) and which day you are signing up for. If you’d like to contribute money, that’d be awesome, my kofi is https://ko-fi.com/clarkgardening Thanks!

#gardening #seed starting #seedlings #gardenblr #grow your own #sustainable living #permaculture #solarpunk gardening #edible gardening #kitchen garden #pnw gardening #seattle #olympia gardening #gardeners

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Distraction {One-Shot}*

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Silliness, Cursing, Mild NSFW

Words: 1.9k

Note: So, this came in and I thought this is cute. It got me thinking how this would go down for both Chris and Jason. So, this is for Chris and I’m thinking of doing one for Jason as well. Anyway, I hope I did this right and I hope you guys enjoy this. Thank you, as always for reading!!!❤️❤️

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

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You were very active on social media. As a model social media really gave you the free exposure that kept your name on everyone’s lips. These days, a girl had to use every tool at her disposal, and social media was a massive tool. Your management team thought it didn’t hurt you, so they allowed it. Of course, there are some things you kept off of social media completely, and sometimes you teased at.

 At the beginning of yours and Chris’s relationship, both of you thought it was a good idea to keep things quiet. You didn’t want the hoopla about being his “new fling,” and he didn’t want you exposed to that kind of negativity. He knew his fanbase was insane. For the first year and a half of your relationship, it was kept so quiet that no one but your families knew what was going on. By the time the public got wind of things, you and Chris had been together for two blissful years.

Today, at almost three years in, your relationship was not a secret. Everyone knew how crazy Chris was about you. He was not quiet about expressing his love for you, and he was not shy about posting pictures or little snippets that were about you. You two were crazy in love and had yet to get out of the honeymoon phase. When you got the message from Scott, you didn’t think anything of it. When you opened the link attached, it brought you to a Tik Tok page.

 The girl was whispering to the camera about doing some sort of prank. She was going to walk into the room naked while her boyfriend was playing video games to see what he would do.  You watched her drop the towel and everything and prance into the room. As expected, it took her boyfriend a whole of ten seconds to look at her and one second for him to drop the controller and approach her. When the video ended, that started your descent down the rabbit hole. You watched video after video of girls and guys doing the same thing.

 Almost all the videos of the girls doing it ended just as how you’d expect. The videos of the guys doing it were mostly met with giggles, but a few you could guess what happened after the screen darkened. Thus started your wheels. You spent the next ten minutes trying to come up with a plan. You didn’t need a reason to be naked in your own house, but you wanted optimal results. You could pretty much imagine what was going to happen. You got on IG and posted a quick live.

 “Hey guys it’s your girl Y/N. I hope you guys are well. So, I just got sent a video from one of my favorite humans on this earth, and it gave me a wonderful idea. I’m bored, and you know what they say idle hands do the devil's work.” You gave a sinister smile.

 “Tune into my Tik Tok for just exactly what I mean. Bye, guys.” You blew a kiss to the camera and ended the video to post it.

 A message came in from one of your friends.

 MSG Simone: What are you about to do now?

MSG: Nothing, just mess with Chris a little.

MSG Simone: That poor man. I know he’s about tired of you during all this free time.

MSG: LOL. 😂 I know you’re right. TTYL.

 As you were finishing up formulating your plan, you scurried downstairs looking through the rooms of Chris and your Boston townhouse. He wasn’t anywhere you expected. When you got to his office there he was behind his desk.

 “Hey beautiful,” Chris greeted with a smile as he reached out for you.

 “Hi, baby.” You approached him and allowed him to wrap his arms around your waist as you sat on his lap. Chris moaned and nuzzled his cheek onto your breast.

 “Perfect attire you have there,” you pointed out, nodding to his half-dressed state. He wore a short-sleeve fitted Henley and his boxer briefs. He snorted.

 “What? I think this is the perfect attire for where we are. Don’t you?” He nudged his hips up, sending his half-hardened member on your ass.

 “Woah, calm down.” Chris trailed kisses along your collar up to your neck and your ear. Once there, he softly nibbled and sucked your earlobe. He was doing such a good job distracting you that you didn’t feel his hand creep underneath your tank top to grip your breast. When he gently pinched your nipple and rolled it between his thumb and pointer, you groaned. With his free hand, he trailed it into the front of your lounge shorts and quickly found your clit.

 “Fuck.” You sighed out and closed your eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands on you. His moan was like a croak, and you knew what he wanted.

 “Nope. I did not come down here for this.” You got off of his lap and took a few steps away.

 “Come on. You’re really gonna say no to this?” He motioned to his lap where he was hard enough to proceed until he reached peak hardness.

 You bit your bottom lip because are you kidding, your man was a whole snack, and he had dinner right before you. Shaking your head, you focused.

 “I’m gonna say no. I wanted to know what you wanted for dinner.”

 “I’m looking at dinner and dessert.” He rose his eyebrows, and you couldn’t help but snort.

 Turning your back, you saw the perfect spot for your phone. Playing it off and knowing his eyes were focused elsewhere, you poked out your ass a little while you planted your phone, ensuring it was recording. When you turned to him, he looked ready to pounce.

 “Fine, since you won’t tell me seriously. I’ll make whatever.”

 With that, you turned and walked out of his office. “I know you want me!” You smiled at his cocky but absolutely true statement.

 When you got back upstairs and calmed yourself down, a message came in from Chris.

 MSG Chris: About to hop on this Zoom with the group. You wanna come join me?

 A wide smile spread across your face. You couldn’t have planned this better.

 MSG: No, I’m going to hop in the shower.

MSG Chris: Ooh, want some company?

MSG: One track mind. Didn’t you say you were getting on Zoom?

MSG Chris: They’d understand. We can reschedule in an hour. What else do they have to do?

MSG: Keep it in your pants. I’ll shower alone. Tell them I said hi.

MSG Chris: Boo!

 This was perfect, you thought. In order to make it a little believable, you answered a few emails and got a little work done in order to pass a little time. After a good fifteen to twenty minutes passed, you got yourself primed and ready by stripping down, grabbing your towel, and just adding a little natural colored lip gloss and making sure your hair looked right. After being pleased with your reflection, you felt the nerves. This could go either way, but you were more than sure he would be embarrassed.

 As you walked down the hall toward Chris's office, your excitement returned. You couldn’t wait to see his reaction. The closer you got, you could hear the voices from the Zoom. You heard Mackie, Pratt, RDJ, Scarlett, Seb, and Hemsworth. They were carrying on as if the zoom was nothing. They were laughing and everything. You also heard the sound of the tv. They were watching some old boxing match. This was a modern-day bro’s fight night and chill. You shook your head.

 Before you walked into his office, you took a few deep breaths and dropped your towel, and walked inside.

 “Aw come on, that was clearly an easy takedown he should’ve--,” Chris paused midsentence and just watched you enter the room. In one hand, he held his beer bottle, and the other was raised in the air to the TV before him.

 “You alright, buddy?” You pinched your lips at RDJ’s inquiry. He sure was not alright.

 “Uh—what’re—what’re you doing?”

 “What?”

 “Is that Y/N?” Scarlett’s excitement fully came through.

 “Hiiiiiiiiiiii,” they all exclaimed in unison. Chris didn’t look as if he were breathing.

 “Come on, dude, let us see her. Don’t hog her all to yourself,” Pratt groaned out. Chris gulped.

 “Nope, you can’t—can’t see her. uh-uh.” You smiled and walked further in going in front of your phone, knowing that the angle wouldn’t show anything.

 “Jesus Y/N.” Chris stood, and everyone on the zoom shouted out.

 “Woah! No one wants to see that!” Hemsworth’s protest was loud.

 “Put that thing away!” Seb mimicked the vomiting sound.

 “What the hell is going on, man!” Mackie just sounded through with all of it.

 You couldn’t conceal your laughter anymore and busted out.

 “Wow, okay, so I’m gonna go, guys. I have some work to do here.”

 “Ewww, work?” Scarlett sounded disgusted.

 “Please mate, we know we’ll see you in ten minutes,” Hemsworth teased.

 Chris dipped down and looked into the camera of his laptop.

 “Ha, that might be how they do things down under, but here in the Evans house, work doesn’t end until me, and my woman are thoroughly drenched if you catch my drift. Later.”

 “Wow, dip on us for some pus—,” Mackie’s sentence was cut off by Chris, closing the laptop and damn near pouncing on you like the predator he was. You screamed and ran out of his office, but you weren’t quick enough before he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder. You laughed the entire way back to his office.

 “Where you going with all of this running from me?” Chris attacked your neck and dropped his head to your nipple. You moaned and got lost again before you remembered.

 “Wait, wait. My phone.”

 “Nope, you don’t need it. I need your hands free for what I want you to do.”

 “No, Chris, my phone. It’s recording.”

 “What?”

 You pointed to your phone on the ledge underneath the wall mounted tv.

 “Why is your phone there and recording? Did you want to make a video?” He wiggled his eyebrows again, and you laughed again.

 “No! oh my god, it was a Tik Tok thing. Walk in naked while your boyfriend is doing something to see his reaction.”

 Understanding washed over Chris’s face before he laughed.

 “Wow, so this was all a little trick?”

 “Stop recording, or this will turn into a very different video.”

 Chris’s eyes darkened, and he smiled widely. “Guess it’s turning into a whole different video. I’m not stopping anything.”

 You stared at each other, and you could tell he was serious. Chris pushed you back onto the desk and plopped your legs wide open and got to work.

 “Oh, fuck!” One lick and everything fell to the wayside. You could edit it out after all.

#distraction one shot #Chris Evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans one shot #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x black reader #black fanfiction #chris evans smut

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Secret Santa 2020 Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who’s taken in this year’s holiday exchange, from gift creators to beta readers and volunteers and cheerleaders! All gift creators have now been revealed on the individual posts and in the masterlist below, so you’re now free to post, share, and link to your gifts wherever you like. If you could in some way link back to this exchange or the comm to direct people to all the other wonderful fics as well that would be great :) For AO3 users, there's an AO3 collection HERE for @be-compromised Secret Santa 2020 and ‘Community: be_compromised’ is available as an AO3 tag. Secret Santa 2020 Masterlist All I Want For Christmas (Gen) by @huntress79 for @quietlyimplode Summary/Prompt: 1. Whump leading to a happy christmas of being all together and happy. She finally was back home, at least physically. But her mind is still in that old factory building, trapping her in a dark place she can’t seem to escape. Good thing she has two very determined boyfriends, who would move Heaven and Earth for her. Add a pinch of the Magic of Christmas, and the Avengers might get their very own Christmas Miracle. Clint Barton, Disaster Bi (Teen & Up) by @inkvoices for @cassiesinsanity Summary/Prompt: Clint’s done worse things than let Natasha know that she's hot and turns him on via emojis. Like agreeing to the rule 'no romantic feelings' when they started sleeping together, which is the dumbest thing Clint has ever done in his life. Except he sends the message to Bucky by mistake. Falling into Focus (Teen) by @cassiesinsanity for @paperairplanesopenwindows Summary/Prompt: "OT3 person of your choice is a travel writer/blogger who keeps running into Nat and Clint at various exotic destinations.” Five Times Clint "Proposed" to Natasha at Christmas (and One Time She Proposed to Him) by @paperairplanesopenwindows for @huntress79 Summary/Prompt: Christmas proposal (with or without the other Avengers around; and I also leave it up to the gifter who's popping the question ;) Go nuts! listen, there's a hell of a good universe next door (M) by @quidnunc-life for @cloud--atlas Summary/Prompt: "Listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go." – e. e. cummings, plus a bit of "this friends with benefits situation was not supposed to develop feelings" and "(774): i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled "dibs!"" Oh my god, they were roommates (in 2012)! (M) by @hawksandspiders for @alphaflyer Summary/Prompt: SHIELD believes in being economical with its funds when it comes to on-base accommodations. Clint Barton believes in fucking with the system at any given opportunity. Natasha Romanoff believes - actually Nat's just done with everybody's shit. (Prompts: "Respect the classics: go for the tropiest tropes" and "Write like it's 2012!") Oh, What A Shame That You Came Here With Someone by @lostemotion for @closetedboggart Summary/Prompt: Die Young by Kesha (aka Clubbing but make it OT3) Outrun the Night (NC17) by @quietlyimplode for @lostemotion Summary/Prompt: All except the 1920s Pins and Needles (Teen) by @alphaflyer for @hawksandspiders Summary/Prompt: “Thwarted timely acquisition of seasonal gifts or failing to even pick one.” ‘Barton!!!’ booms Tony Stark’s voice, triggered by a mechanism buried in the spine of the card. ‘Pepper says I should invite you to my party. Against my better judgment, I am. Bring a date, if you can find someone willing - or subdue someone who’s not. And wear a clean t-shirt. Be there or be square!’ There's only one issue with that invitation: Natasha might be there. Safe Harbour (Teen) by @cloud--atlas for @quidnunc-life Summary/Prompt: Lighthouse AU Some things you will remember (T) by @closetedboggart for @inkvoices Summary/Prompt: Natasha Romanoff is Steve Rogers' best friend. Natalia Romanova is the Winter Soldier, fist of HYDRA and mentor to the Black Widow, James Barnes. But when the Black Widow defects to join SHIELD, it sets these two personas-- and two men from her past-- on a collision course. (for the prompt: "AU: James Barnes is the Russian assassin Clint Barton brings in from the cold and into SHIELD. Natasha Romanoff is the Winter Soldier. (This could be gen, any pairing, or threesome!)" and also "Everyone lives in the Tower fic or team!family fic." because I couldn't help myself) You’re also more than welcome to use your Secret Santa banner elsewhere (credit to @inkvoices). The html code to add an image is: <img src="IMAGE LINK HERE" height="100%" width="100%" /> Image links: All I Want For Christmas: https://i.imgur.com/H77XCRF.png Clint Barton, Disaster Bi: https://i.imgur.com/lhfw0c2.png Falling into Focus: https://i.imgur.com/aYDjUor.png Five Times: https://i.imgur.com/fx93IcK.png listen, there's a hell of a good universe next door: https://i.imgur.com/Sa2wg81.png Oh my god, they were roommates (in 2012)!: https://i.imgur.com/zLWXa6u.png Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone: https://i.imgur.com/7ZXkZOI.png Outrun the Night: https://i.imgur.com/AFaqdD1.png Pins and Needles: https://i.imgur.com/mJJ0bR6.png Safe Harbour: https://i.imgur.com/WeiUCDw.png Some things you will remember: https://i.imgur.com/rpJ8h5P.png And a little note from your mods: It’s been a hell of a year and, for us, being part of this corner of fandom has been a big part of getting through it. It’s been a delight spending time with all of you lovely lot. Your creativity, enthusiasm, and kindness is what makes this community what it is and we can’t thank you enough for that <3 We hope we’ve managed to brighten up your year, even if just a little, with comm events. While there’s light at the end of the tunnel, we’re not quite there yet, so we plan to keep the pace up if we can. At the moment ideas include something in the new year (maybe a Zoom or discord gathering?) and a Valentine’s Mini Promptathon. Please do comment or message us with any ideas and thoughts on what you’d like to do! For now, we hope you have a happy, healthy holiday season and wish you all the best for New Year 2021. @inkvoices & @cloud--atlas

#commstuff #masterlist #fic #secret santa 2020 #clintasha #clint barton #natasha romanoff #ot3

[illfoandillfie]

DMs

Pairing: Ben Hardy x F!Reader

Summery: You run a nsfw snapchat account. Ben's horny.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), partially written as chat text, video chat sex, masturbation, fingering, sex toys, nipple play, voyeurism I guess, fuckboy ben

Words: 3774

A/N: Inspired by something El posted. I love Ben but he’s got them fuckboy/lad vibes and im positive he’d get down on some sc porn

Taglist:  @laedymoon​  @dtfrogertaylor​   @ezmina98​  @vee-ndetta​ @atomic-watermelon​ @kellypenac​ @labessieisallama​ @deakyclicks​ @jennyggggrrr​ @drowseoftaylor​  @hannafuckingsucks​  @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming​ @queenmylovely​

@veriloquently​

Your phone buzzed, the familiar noise distracting you from your book. Considering you’d just posted a new photo, partially hidden by emojis, to Instagram and updated your snapchat story with the uncensored version, it was hardly surprising you were getting messages.

YourNewDaddy: Mmm baby let me pound you

You clicked through to his profile. Absolutely nothing. The profile picture was some abs that could belong to anyone. No recent snaps, nothing. For a few seconds you considered replying with your payment details but decided against it. He wasn’t worth your time.  

The whole NSFW account thing had started a while ago on Tumblr and then Instagram. A way to kill time and get some attention that you weren’t receiving in the real world. But then the porn ban had happened which severely limited what you could post, so you’d mostly moved to Snapchat, using everything else to advertise. A few months after the move you started getting guys offering to pay you to do specific things. One had wanted an audio recording of you calling him Daddy and begging for his cock with a few moans thrown in. Another had wanted a video of you and a dildo, though he’d had to pay more. Since then you’d used your accounts to pick up a bit of extra cash here and there. Nowhere near enough to live off of, but it came in handy.

You clicked back out of the app, put down your phone and went back to your book, hoping someone entertaining would at least comment on the photo soon. Barely half a page later another ding pulled you away. This time Instagram.  

Benhardy: Just came over you

Quick and to the point. Fuckboy energy. You clicked onto his profile half expecting another faceless timewaster. No description or links to other sites but he had a profile picture. And some fifty odd photos. Not many posts considering his million followers but at least you knew he was a real person. You scrolled through his feed trying to put gather what info you could before you responded. Lots of photos of himself sometimes with friends. A few that were clearly modelling jobs or, more likely considering the movie trailers and saved story called Oscars 2019, promotional photoshoots for magazines. And he was a proud dog dad. Definitely attractive. You wondered briefly why someone so handsome was getting off to half dressed girls on Instagram but put it out of your mind as you opened his conversation up again. Who cared why as long as he was talking to you? After all, he was hot and willingly giving you attention. Plus, if he was an actor or whatever he probably wouldn’t mind paying for something special, once you’d given him a taste. The only question left was how to approach the conversation.  

You: Really? That’s so flattering!

You: Kind of wish you’d cum over me for real tho, bit bored

Benhardy: dirty girl

Benhardy: could probably think of some way to keep you busy

Benhardy: you’re fit

You: haha aww thank you! I post more often on snap if you wanna follow. don’t have to hide behind swimwear and emojis there. easier to chat too, unless you prefer kik or something

He didn’t reply. You frowned at your phone wondering if you’d shown your hand too soon. Perhaps you should have kept up the flattered damsel act a little longer, waited before mentioning Snapchat. Maybe he wasn’t looking for a chat, just genuinely wanted to compliment you, even if it was in a gross slightly derogatory way. Or maybe he just got cold feet. You sighed as you swiped back to check what other people had been sending you. A few more ignorable accounts, a couple messages you didn’t like enough to respond to straight away. And then another Snapchat notification.  

Ben Jones: had to create an account but I’m here

You: oh! you’ve changed your name

Ben Jones: Hardy’s the stage name lol

You: hmmm hardy… little bit of a pornstar name

You: or could be if you changed the ben part.

Ben Jones: that’s my backup plan in case actual acting doesn’t work out lol

Ben Jones: not too out of place right now tho

You: haha that because of me?

Ben Jones: maybe. loved the photos in your story you’ve got great tits

Ben Jones: kinda wanna see you pinch and pull on them

And so it began. You leaned forward to pull your shirt off and then settled back against the pillows, running your fingers around your nipple until it was hard. Angling the camera towards your chest you pinched your nipple between your thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them. The camera clicked as you took a photo and then clicked again as you tugged your nipple away from your body, hissing a little at the pain.

You: Like this?

Ben Jones: perfect

Ben Jones: really are lovely tits.

You: surprisingly don’t hear that much irl so ty

Ben Jones: u don’t? criminal

You: lmao yeah but that’s what I have you for

Ben Jones: happy to help

Ben Jones: What are you wearing?

You: Just a pair of knickers now

Ben Jones: sexy

Ben Jones: can I see?

You: just the knickers or the whole look?

Ben Jones: whole look first

Ben Jones: then just the knickers so I can see the wet spot you’re making

You wriggled against the pillows, shuffling further down the bed. Long ago you’d learnt which angles were the easiest to take photos in and which were the best to show off your body. A full body shot was easiest when you leaned your phone up against a stack of books or something at the foot of the bed and used the timer on the camera to get a few shots of you kneeling. It left your hands fee to squeeze your tits if that seemed appropriate or slip into your underwear, or to put behind your back in a pose that seemed innocent but actually pushed your hips and chest forward. For Ben though you felt something that appeared a little more casual would be appropriate. You lay back, head raised slightly on your pillows, feel flat against the mattress so your knees were in the air and pressed together. Carefully you positioned the camera, wrist twisted a little to get the angle just right. You brought your free hand up to your breasts, pulling your nipple again since Ben seemed to like it, and snapped a photo. The shot of your underwear was easier, legs spread, pushing your hips up slightly to get a clear shot of the wet patch that had been slowly growing since the start of the conversation, though a little added saliva to make it more obvious didn’t hurt. He wouldn’t be able to tell.  

Ben Jones: hot

Ben Jones: like got me so hard again hot

You: does that mean I get a picture in return?

Ben Jones: Only if you take your knickers off for me

Ben Jones: wouldn’t be fair otherwise since im not wearing underwear😉  

You took your time sending him a new photo and got one back almost straight away. You would have scoffed at his eagerness to show himself off but, with a body like his you couldn’t really blame him. You zoomed into the photo, trailing your eyes over every inch of it. Messy blonde hair, though whether it was intentionally messy or just like that from him grabbing it while he jerked off over your photo you weren’t sure. Gorgeous eyes, heavy lidded and a little fucked out. One arm behind his head as he lay on his bed. It looked carefree and spontaneous, like someone else had taken the photo at the very moment he looked at the camera, but it showed off the muscles in his arms too well to be coincidence. And speaking of muscles. The boy was a fucking Adonis. You were instantly struck by the desire to drag your nails down his chest and leave a trail of hickeys and bite marks all the way down to his toned stomach and tight waist. You clenched your thighs together at the thought as you slowly revealed the bottom half of the photo. He had his legs outstretched though one was more bent than the other, knee jutting out to the side. Almost too casual to be casual, especially with the way he had his hand wrapped around his cock, like the photo was taken mid stroke. You couldn’t help linger over that particular part of the photo. It was a lovely hand, big with noticeable veins, exactly the sort that could make you weak in the knees. And the same could be said for the dick it was holding. You wondered briefly where this Ben guy had come from and what you could possibly have done to catch his attention.  

Ben Jones: is that silence because you’re so impressed

The message made you roll your eyes. Hot he might be, but he was still just another desperate fuckboy looking for a naked girl to drool over and a quick orgasm.  

You: well I’m not not impressed

Ben Jones: no need to be shy. just say you’re imagining riding me and I'd understand

You: wasn’t before. Am now.

Ben Jones: what were you picturing before?

You: doggy

Ben Jones: be happy to let you try both and compare.

You: let me film it and watch the tapes back to study your game?

Ben Jones: wait this is dumb.

Your frowned at your phone. For such typical guy, the sort you’d dealt with so many times before, Ben sure was hard to pin down.  

You: what?

Ben Jones: you comfortable doing live chat?

Ohhhh

You: umm sure thing

Ben Jones: you don’t have to

You: i know that. you couldn’t force me to even if you wanted, beauty of doing this online. i just don’t do live very often. or I charge for it.

Ben Jones: that desperate for me?

You: you caught me in a good mood

You let the call ring for a bit, wanting to make sure Ben understood how in control you were and how much more he needed it than you. But eventually you picked up, settling back against your pillows. Ben seemed to be in a similar position, leaning against his headboard, the screen showing you his face and bare shoulders. “Hi,” “Hi,” his voice was deeper than you’d expected, thrown by how soft and, dare you say, feminine his features were, and yet it suited him perfectly. You could only imagine how that voice would sound growling out sexually charged complements, the thought appealing enough to have you pressing your thighs together. There was a moment of silence as you took each other in, not quite sure how to continue now that you’d switched from text.   “So you going to show me how wet you are?” Once again his demeanour had you wanting to roll your eyes though you refrained, “No.” “No?” His confusion was entertaining to say the least. So many of the men who contacted you assumed you were going to be outright submissive and meek, taking whatever photos they demanded and doing everything they told you to with a smile and a yes sir. So proving them wrong, defying them, taking control, that was fun. Almost an aphrodisiac in its own right. Sometimes you’d eventually submit, play the brat and then let them win, and if they were paying it was a different story. But Ben struck you as the kind of guy who could use a little more pushback. Probably used to getting his way, having his pick of the litter. Lord knows had he hit on you in real life you probably would have agreed to whatever he wanted just to feel his hands on you. But here, on your profile, you had the power. Plus, in the back of your mind you suspected that being a little more assertive might just make him more interested in seeing you submit and maybe a little more willing to pay for the pleasure.   “Not yet.” “Bit of a bold move considering I could just go find someone else to look at. There’re these things called porn sites, yeah?” “But they’re so impersonal. Isn’t this more fun?” He paused, eyeing you, and then let out a breath, “You got me there.” “Figured, since the video chat was your idea and all.” “Just got sick of typing one handed.” “Mmhmm, sure.” “So are you going to show me your cunt then?” “Eventually. But what’s the rush?” you stood up, making sure to let the camera dip just a little so Ben got a quick flash of your chest. “How about I’m hard as hell and want to get off?” “You’re not the only one who wants to get off so just hold your horses for a second while I get my toys.” “There are toys now?” You could see Ben’s shoulder move as he started to stroke himself again. “Told you to hold your horses. Stop touching yourself.” Ben’s arm stopped its movement though he seemed a little taken aback by his own obedience. “Good boy,” you watched for Ben’s reaction, not disappointed as he swallowed hard, his cheeks going pinker than they already were. That was interesting. “Yes there are toys, you wanna see?” “Do I get to pick which ones you use?” “Maybe,” “Go on, show me then,” You flipped the camera around as you opened your chest of draws. There wasn’t much in there, a couple different dildos and vibrators, a set of nipple suckers, mostly things you’d bought to fulfil requests guys were paying you for. You picked up the nipple suckers and held them up to the camera. “I assume you’d like to see me in these since you liked watching me play with my nipples.” “Mmhmm, absolutely. Also want to see you with a dildo. You got one with a suction base? Might tell you to ride it the way you’d ride me,” he seemed to be doubling down on the pull for control after you’d seen his reaction to being told what to do, determined to put you in your place or whatever. “Unfortunately, no. But this one will do,” you took hold of a silicon dildo, pulling it from the draw, “Don’t think it's as big as you but it does vibrate and that’s guaranteed to work.” “I’ll allow it, though I think we both know I’d be better.” “I’m going to ignore that,” you said as you turned the camera back towards you and headed back to your bed, settling against the pillows again. You propped the camera up against a pillow so Ben could watch as you placed the suckers over your nipples, whimpering at the sudden taught feeling. You picked the phone back up, giving Ben a closer view of your boobs. “They suit you. And you can ignore it all you like but when you start doing what I say and I let you fuck yourself into your third orgasm I’ll remind you. Maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll tell you where you can meet me in real life and show you exactly how good I am.” “You’re a cocky one, aren’t you?”   “In every sense. If I remember correctly you were speechless at the sight.” “You’ve got a bad memory, Benny boy.” Slowly you let your fingers trail down to your pussy. You didn’t believe he was as good as he thought he was – you’d dealt with too many overconfident wankers, both in real life and online, to believe another one – but the game you’d fallen into, the back and forth teasing, not entirely sure who was in control at any one time, was arousing to say the least. It was certainly one of the less predictable conversations you’d had recently.   “If not speechless then certainly wet. Show me your pussy, wanna see you touching yourself.”” “Who said I’m touching myself?” you slipped a finger into your entrance, trying to keep your breathing even.” “You’re not as good at hiding it as you think you are. So show me.” “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Ben gave you a fleeting look, eyebrow raised, before his camera flipped and you were once again looking at his hand wrapped around his cock, red and leaking precum. You turned your camera too, making sure he had a good view. “Add a second finger for me.” You did as he asked, “You been a good boy and not touched? Or do I have to tell you off for misbehaving?” “I didn’t but it wasn’t because of anything you said. Just didn’t want things to finish before I heard you beg me to cum.” He began to stroke himself, keeping in time with the slow pace you’d set as you pumped your fingers in and out of your pussy. “Sure,” you panted, adding a third finger, “so if I told you to stop now,” His hand halted. “Well aren’t you just so obedient,” You removed your fingers from yourself, reaching to grab the dildo, “you wanna see me fuck myself properly? Watch me cum all over this toy, pretend it’s your cock making me moan?”   “God yes,” his voice cracked a little, fingers twitching against himself as he briefly let the cocky, controlling persona fall away. It didn’t last long, “Show me how deep you can take that cock. C’mon, I know what a fucking slut you are, getting off on people watching you.” You didn’t bother arguing, sliding the dildo along your dripping folds before pressing it into yourself with a whine. “Wait, hang on a sec.” The was the sound of shuffling and the screen went black as Ben moved around but, eventually, he flipped the camera again and settled back on the bed. He’d propped his phone up somewhere in front of himself, letting you see every inch of him from his face to his hard, leaking cock, “better?” “Oh much, hang on I’ll do the same," you carefully pulled the dildo from yourself and sat up, leaning your phone against a stack of books on your bedside table and then adjusting your pillows in front of it, “we good?” “Yeah, take the nipple things off though, wanna see your tits properly.” You did as he asked, letting out a soft moan at the sensation. Ben chuckled, “God I can’t wait to hear how loud you moan imaging how hard I’d fuck you.” You slid the dildo back into your entrance, slowly pumping it in and out of yourself as you brought your other hand up to squeeze your breast, “mmm, you look so pretty when you’re all needy Benny.” It wasn’t a lie, between his lust blown eyes, flushed cheeks and soft pout, Ben looked incredible and it only turned you on more, “Want to show me how needy you can get? Want me make you beg?” “Faster. Harder,” he ignored your questions in favour of giving you another order but you were sure you’d heard his voice crack just a little. You sped up, whining with each thrust, Ben’s hand matching your pace as his slid his thumb over the tip and spread the precum over his length. “Fuck your wet, I can hear it. That all because of me?” “Maybe a-a bit. Also just like, fuck, being watched,” “Turn on the vibrator and rub your clit,” Ben’s voice was husky, impossibly deep and rough, “don’t stop until I say.” You moaned as the vibrations started, angling the dildo to rub against your g-spot on every pass.   “There you go, being a good little slut. Gonna cum how I tell you to.” “On-only if you cum how I tell you to.” You almost let the dildo fall from your grasp, so shocked were you by the whine Ben let out, “Like that idea? Want me to tell you what to do? If I told you to stop and watch me would you?” “No,” he said, steadfastly sticking to the game although his hand faltered and his voice had mostly lost the controlling edge he’d had before, all desperate, whiny need. “N-not sure I beli-eve you.” “Please don’t stop. Wanna cum so bad,” “I know y-ou do Benny.” “You close?” “Yes, fuck Ben, so close.” “Cum for me, come on, be a good slut and cum,” “Not. Yet. Play with your balls Benny, wanna see you cum first.” His gasped turned into a strangled cry as he ran his fingers over his testicles before lightly squeezing them “T-turn the vibrator higher,” Neither one of you were in control anymore, too caught up in getting yourselves and each other off, though you were both determinedly looking at the screen, watching each other. Ben’s lip was caught between his teeth, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he let out some of the prettiest moans you’d ever heard. It only served to push you closer to the edge, your own moans escaping as you bucked your hips rhythmically in time with the dildo moving in and out of your cunt. Ben finished a split second before you did, your eyes glued to the white now painting his stomach as you held the dildo in place, its vibrations making your toes curl.

The was a moment of quiet as you both collected yourselves, the only sounds his panted breaths and your soft whine as you removed the dildo from yourself, and then Ben spoke.   “Fuck that was hot.” “Yup,” “I thought your tits were good enough to wank over but Christ. That’s gonna keep me going for a bit.” You laughed, relaxing as your heart gradually fell back to its normal rhythm, “Well not too long I hope. You’re fun and I’d be happy to chat again sometime.” “Did I see in your bio that you take commissions?” “Yuuup,” “Huh, well, I’ll keep that in mind then.” “I look forward to it,” “Well, I should be off then, gotta clean up,” he gestured to the mess drying on his stomach. “Yeah, me too, maybe have a nap. That really was fun though so next time you’re bored or whatever hit me up. If you’re lucky I’ll let you boss me around. If you’re luckier I’ll do the bossing,” “I’d like to see you try,” “That whine you made says you’d enjoy it quite a lot,” “My whine? What about yours? Needy little brat.” Guess you’ll have to come back and settle this then.” “Guess I will. See you later.”

#my writing #ben hardy smut #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #hope ya'll like this #hope i made him enough of a fuckboy #and that it makes sense and everything #i wrote the first half real quick like last month #and then took a break from it to write curtains 5 #and then found it kinda hard to get back into it #but i think im happy with it #anyway #gonna be more benny content coming soon #im so very deep in my feels because of all this 6u content

[cityonlinementor]

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[antivirus-mh-au]

Antivirus - Chapter 2

TW: None Chapter 1 here Ao3 link If you like this, please leave a like, reblog, or send me an ask! It encourages me so much.

He blew the smoke from his mouth around the cigarette, the morning sun catching all the particles as they floated into the air. Tim drew the J on top of the fresh carton and dropped the pen onto the dashboard. Pulling the cigarette from his mouth, he drew in a deep breath of fresh air, fresh as you could get at a gas station by a highway. Looking around the parking lot, at the people filing in and out, he shook his head and gave a wry smile. Hard not to be in a good mood when you got some decent sleep for once.

Becca and Lukas were okay. Lukas's leg had been taken care of, and the two had set back off for Idaho, back to the families that loved them. Another success case for Timothy Kane. Another group of people adding to the myth of his existence. Seemed like every month there were more of them. The Operator never tired. The sickness never eased. In fact, it only grew worse.

But like hell was he going to start off a good morning with that depressing shit. He'd gotten paid, gotten rest, and he'd found out where the nearest library was with free internet. He was not going to let a rare moment of peace escape him. He'd lost too much for that.

The library wasn't far away from the gas station he'd refilled at. By the time he pulled into the parking lot, it was open, as were the windows on the front of the building. He spoke briefly to the clerk at the front desk, making sure he understood their internet rules and that it was okay for him to bring in his thermos of coffee, before finding a convenient spot by a power outlet. 

His laptop was getting old, it took a while for it to boot up. As Tim waited, he thumbed through a newspaper. Experts predicting a war with China for the third time in as many years, conflict in the Middle East, the royal family in Britain getting roped into some scandal or another. That was why he didn't read the news much, it was always the same. By the time he got to the comics (never his favorite part of the newspaper), his laptop had finished, and Tim traded the two without a second thought.

He could and did check his email on his phone but he was old-fashioned and preferred to use his laptop when he had the chance. Earlier Becca's mother replied to his report about her daughter returning home, a message he'd saved in a special folder he looked at when he felt particularly shitty. 

Another email was waiting for him now, from a 'Meridith Frederickson'. Another client, looking for her son and his missing best friend. He replied to that one, offering to schedule a Zoom meeting later that same day. By now he knew all too well what happened if he wasn't on top of his cases. 

And of course, he had new messages in the spam folder. Tim glanced over the subjects of the emails without opening any of them. Some didn't have any, but most were vaguely threatening, the kind he usually got from trolls and kids. 'Always watching', 'there's no escape', 'how could you', and on and on and on. People thought they could get a rise out of him by acting like totheark, but none of them even came close to what Brian had been all those years ago. 

Tim glanced at the tab next to his email, frowning. There was no sense in trying to put it off, even if he hated doing it. Everything on that site made him feel worse, and today had been a pretty good day. But if he didn't look, he'd regret it later, falling into a rabbit hole of updates that was guaranteed to fuck him over. So he opened YouTube.

The videos were taken down years ago, the channels involved with Marble Hornets wiped from the website. But that didn't mean they were gone, just hidden away on Google Drives and shock sites. What was on YouTube was... the fandom.

It made his skin crawl thinking about it. People from all over the world were obsessed with what he and Jay had been through. He'd seen hundreds of articles about the videos, from five minute listicles to long analysises about the events and the people involved. He'd seen other things, too, things he'd rather not remember. Like the fanart...

Out of everything, though, it was the YouTube community that unsettled him the most. The passionate, wide eyed college kids. The naive high schoolers. The older people, with their backgrounds in criminal science and forensics and cryptids and God knew what else. They picked over the videos and tweets and codes like vultures at a pile of bones. Like it was just a fictional web series, like people he knew and once liked weren't dead. And they spread the disease. It didn't take all of them, leaving the YouTubers alone, but claiming their followers. It made him sick thinking about all the people he couldn't save, the people who had no one left to try and find them, the people who vanished into Rosswood Park and were never seen again. It made him sick, watching these ignorant people talk about his pain as if they were all insects under microscopes.

But if he didn't pay attention, who knew what might happen. The Operator was watching all of them. One slip up was all it took.

He scrolled through both the front page and his subscriptions. The videos were, in the end, all the same. Speculation, discussion, analyzation. Some of them he could watch later. Others needed his attention now.

Tim’s eyes landed on a video, and his heart clenched. The Neophyte was streaming again.

The still image didn’t show much. Neophyte_Calling didn’t put much work into his channel. It was just a shot of what the streams normally showed, pale, unkempt hands poking free from black robes, resting on an old plastic table. That was what he expected to find once he opened the stream.

And he’d be correct, that was what awaited him once he got the courage to click. The hands twitched and clenched and dug at the table. It wasn’t the hands that were special though, it was what the owner of those hands were saying.

“Autumn after firestorm, the nights don’t listen and the butter is on the corn. Ten days or twenty paces of living guts wrapped around an old man’s neck. The water comes up to your waist but you don’t feel the attitude of denial inside the bastard daughter’s heart. Oh, god, eureka, industry was never so smooth…”

Complete nonsense. The ramblings of a man on some kind of drug, or lost to some unknown mental illness. Despite this, the chat flooded with messages. Donations popped up occasionally, attempts to get the Neophyte’s attention. He didn’t notice. He never noticed. He just kept talking. And he would keep talking until the stream ended on its own, or he passed out on the table.

People called him a prophet. Claimed every word he spoke had a double, or even a triple, meaning. They recorded every word he said and discussed them among themselves, coming up with ‘translations’ for his maddening dialogue. And to be fair, they could have a point. Sometimes, what the Neophyte said did seem to foretell events that happened not long after he spoke them. But the god the Neophyte channeled was not one Tim would ever ask someone to worship.

Silence. The man stopped talking, his fidgeting hands resting flat on the table. Dread filled Tim’s body. Speak of the devil, he was doing this again?

The Neophyte spoke again, his voice deeper now. The words came clumsy from his mouth, uncomfortable, heavy, as if he had never spoken before. The emphasis, the tone, it was all wrong. Tim had no trouble understanding them, however.

“You always fight,” It said through the Neophyte’s mouth. “You always resist. You tire, and exhaust, and fall. You continue to fight despite.”

The robes shifted, the head hidden from the camera’s view tilting.

“Tim,” It said. “You are a grain of sand. I am eternal. I am here. I will always be here. You understand. You continue despite.”

On the side of the screen, the chat surged with messages. It raced so quickly, Tim couldn’t have read any of them even if he tried. He didn’t look away from the livestream. 

“Tim,” It said again. “Enough. You have fought hard. You are getting old. That’s enough. It’s time to come home. To us. To all of us.”

The hair stood up on his arms, on the back of Tim’s neck. He shuddered.

“Like hell,” he whispered, and closed the tab.

But even though he closed the livestream, he could swear he heard the Neophyte, the thing puppeting him, whisper in his mind.

“Coward.”

When 2pm rolled around, Tim was back in his van in the library parking lot. Obviously he couldn’t do a Zoom call inside the quiet space, but their internet reached well past the parking lot. He sat on his bed, now folded up like a couch inside the converted van he lived in. His laptop open before him, the program open and ready. Now he just had to wait for her.

Hard to say what this Meredith Fredrickson would expect a private investigator like him to look like, but Tim did his best to look presentable anyway. Hair combed, beard trimmed, leather jacket kept to the side out of her line of sight - leather jackets weren’t worn by authority figures, and that was what he was trying to be right now. Not anyone could do this job, but who’s to say she knew that? If she didn’t like the way he looked, she could try to find someone else to find her son and his friend. And if she did that, by the time she realized only Tim could help her, it would be too late.

Thinking about it that way made him shudder.

Of course, while he was prepared to deal with what she thought he would look like, he wasn’t as ready for what she herself would look like. As the call began, and Meredith’s face came on screen, Tim hesitated. He looked at her closely again. Had he seen this woman before?

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Fredrickson,” He greeted.

The woman shook her head, her curly brown hair tossing around her slim shoulders.

“Meredith is fine,” she said. “I haven’t been called ‘Mrs’ since my husband died. I changed back to my maiden name - my son’s last name will be his, not mine.”

“Of course,” Tim said. Odd information to include, but people tended to ramble when they were nervous.

He looked at her again, at the frown lines developing around her lips, and the worry and pain in her wide-set eyes. Behind her was a normal looking home, a few windows with pale curtains, a kitchen kept clean from what little he saw. Something was nagging at him. What was it?

“Did you fill out the information packet I requested?” He asked.

Meredith nodded.

“Yes.”

The file appeared, Tim half-listening to her as he opened it.

“I know this is a very strange thing to ask from you,” Meredith said. “But circumstances have changed in a way I really didn’t expect. I know it’s hard to believe that after ten years my son could be alive, but I don’t have any other explanation for…”

She trailed off. Tim didn’t look away from the document she’d sent. The names written on the very first line.

Missing People: Jay Merrick and Alex Kralie

Motherfucker, had he been tricked?

Tim shot the woman a sharp glance, examining her expression in seconds. She was not the first person to ask him to track down Jay and Alex, but she was the first he hadn’t screened out before it got this far. Most people were upfront about their intentions, or were obviously trolling, or he otherwise got weird vibes from them. This Meredith had slipped him by, and wasted his time in the process.

“He is my son,” Meredith said. “I’ve included his birth certificate, since I thought you might not believe me.”

“I don’t need it.” A birth certificate? Those weren’t easy to fake, but Tim was no expert on Photoshop either. 

“I would’ve included Alex’s, too,” Meredith continued. “After all the years he and Jay knew each other, you would’ve thought I’d have it too.” She laughed, and there was pain within it. “But his parents died in a car accident about six years back, and…”

“Wait.” Tim refocused. “Alex and Jay knew each other?”

“Since the first year of middle school,” Meredith said with a nod. “I have a lot of photos of them. You know, Jay went through a phase, where he wore all black, and listened to rock music with singers I couldn’t understand. He got a tattoo of one of the bands on his ankle behind my back. I was so angry...”

She laughed again, and her eyes went distant. Tim stared at her, his mind flashing back to all the conversations he’d had with Jay, things that didn’t go into the videos. Being Alex’s childhood friend, since middle school - the phases he went through as a teen - that damn tattoo he was so embarrassed of. None of these were known by the fandom.

Oh god, this woman was the real deal. Even her face, now that he looked at her, was just like Jay’s. The distant look in her eyes as she thought… Jay got that same expression.

“Meredith,” he said, his voice softer, kinder. “Do you know about Marble Hornets?”

“I can’t bring myself to watch them,” she said. Meredith folded her hands together. “But I know what… what was shown on the videos. I know that they are…” She swallowed. “Considered dead by most people. I was one of them.”

His gut twisted. By most people, including her. “But something… changed.”

“Yes.” She took a deep breath, and moved to wipe her eyes. “I got a package in the mail about a week ago. Inside was a flashdrive and a few printed photos. It had been placed in my mailbox - I don’t know who sent it.”

Oh no, Tim thought. Not this again. Please, don’t play this game with people again.

“What were the photos?” He asked, aware of the sound of his own voice more than anything else.

“I’ve included most of them in the document,” Meredith said. “I… I still can’t believe what I’ve seen, but… But they don’t look like they could’ve been faked.”

Dread pressed down on his shoulders. Dread and something else, some kind of energy buzzing through his nerves. Tim looked at the document, scrolled down, and opened the photos.

Some were blurry, taken from a distance and zoomed in before being printed. Some were clear as glass. It took him several seconds to process what he was seeing, what the subjects of the photos were. Tim blinked, looked again, and his pulse quickened.

Alex, standing on a street corner, gray in his hair, exhaustion on his face. Jay in a dark cloth jacket with a hood, looking over his shoulders. Alex, and Jay, Alex, and Jay, in all the photos, in every single one. The clothes were different, the faces aged, but there was no denying what he was seeing, and like Meredith said, no way to fake what he was looking at.

“Oh my god,” Tim mumbled.

Jay and Alex were alive.

#marble hornets #marble hornets fanfiction #marble hornets tim #Tim Wright #mh tim wright #mh tim #marble hornets alex #alex kralie #mh jay merrick #jay merrick #MH Jay #mh antivirus au #mh alex

[kleptic-writes]

Drop ‘Em Out (Let Me See Them Knockers)

“Well, this is a cover of the song “Drop ‘Em Out” by Wheeler Walker Jr,” Kara says to the camera, her striking blue eyes staring into the camera as if trying to get it across that she is really saying this to Lena. She hums a note, before pausing, and saying, “I really hope you enjoy this, Lena.”

Kara strums a chord again and hums for about two seconds. She takes a deep breath and nods to herself, her left leg starting to bounce up and down as if keeping time. Kara looks like a real musician.

--

A one-shot where Lena is having a dilemma surrounding Kara. But, to be honest, when is she not having a dilemma surrounding Kara?

Word Count: 2134 words

Rating: T--but talks about boobs, so... take that how you will.

Read It Below or on AO3.

Sam exits the elevator quickly, her heels tapping against the floor. Her long legs stride towards the door to the CEO's penthouse, the urge to run bubbling up from deep down within her soul. She pulls her spare key out of her pocket, hands shaking as she clicks the door open and walks inside.

She nods at Jess, who is sitting and scrolling through her phone on the couch. “I came as fast as I could,” Sam says, almost yelling as her eyebrows furrowing together with worry. “What do you mean that Lena is ‘having a moment?’ Is she alright?” she asks.

Jess leans closer to the taller woman, but her eyes glance towards the closed bedroom door. “Go in for yourself and talk to her,” she whispers. “There’s just no logic and reason going through her head right now.”

Sam sucks in a deep breath and nods, mentally preparing herself for the absolute worse. She turns on her heel and walks to the door of the bedroom, pushing it open to see Lena staring wide-mouthed at her computer screen. She obviously hasn’t changed for the day because she is still wearing her morning red silk robe—not that there is much of the day left.

It’s already 3:53 according to Sam’s phone.

Oh, this is a lot worse than what Sam thought. She sighs and steps further into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

“Lena?” Sam asks, turning around to fully survey the situation.

The young CEO glances up at her with a glazed look in her eyes.

Sam bites her lip, studying Lena for a second too long so that it passes over the point of ‘      I am being a great friend    ’ and into ‘      I am a concerned mother looking over my child    ’ territory. But, to be honest, Lena is acting very similar to when Ruby came home lamenting over how cute her crush was three weeks ago.

Sam frowns. “Is everything alright?” she asks, stepping closer into Lena’s personal space.

Lena shakes her head as if she were shaking the cobwebs free from all the crevices in her brain. Her bright green eyes finally land on Sam, her eyes widening to almost a humorous degree.

“Sam,” Lena says, her voice cracking like a teenage boy going through puberty. Sam frowns as this is so much worse than what she thought it would be. “I think it finally got through to Kara that I’ve been flirting with her,” the CEO squeaks.

Sam tilts her head. “Why do you say that?” She quickly glances around the room for any signs of romance: flowers, cards,      anything    . She looks back at the CEO and raises an eyebrow at Lena when nothing appears to Sam right away. Her eyes flicker down, briefly, to the computer before Lena, and a thought pops into her head that makes her shiver.

Did Kara send Lena a sex video?  

 Sam shakes her head, that would be ridiculous. Kara is in isolation according to Supergirl’s twitter page.

 (“Lmao guys, I might have an alien virus!! I’ll keep you updated!!” it had said. Sam still balks every time she thinks about that. Who says LMAO when they have a potentially deadly virus?)

 “Just start from the beginning, Lena,” Sam ends up saying, trying to coax the CEO into telling her what’s wrong.

 “I am the product of a sordid love affair and my mother hates-”

 “Lena.”

 “Fine, fine,” Lena huffs and crosses her arms, staring Sam in the eye with obvious annoyance on her face. “It all started this morning when Kara and I were supposed to have our daily Zoom call with one another. She might’ve been exposed to an alien virus, you know.”

 “I heard.” Sam feels her eye twitch.

 “Anyway, this morning…”

--

 Lena sips on her morning coffee while her fingers rapidly click against the spacebar of her computer, coaxing the machine to wake up for the day. It blinks awake and she quickly types in her password.

--

 “I don’t need like a fucking novel,” Sam groans, her left hand flying up the air as a feeling of exasperation settles in her stomach. “Just tell me what happened!”

 “I’m getting there,” Lena snaps, “Hold your horses.”

--

 Lena hums and softly blows the steam away from her face as she refreshes her email inbox, waiting for Kara’s email to the Zoom room link.

 She looks out the window, frowning when a red dart--sadly, not Supergirl--flashes across the sky. Must’ve been a bird or something. Oh, Lena misses Kara like a fish missing water.

 Lena opens her phone and clicks on the texting conversation between her and Kara.

 “where are you??” Lena types, before deleting, pausing, and looking out the window once again so she can think of a better text to send to her best friend. She bites her lip, every possible message running through her mind rapidly and slowly at the same time because this is Lena’s most anxious part of the day, despite what anyone else thinks.

 She looks back to her phone and sucks in a breath, sending “are we still on for zoom?” to the blonde, quarantined superhero. “i can also do it later in the day if you can’t do it right now,” she adds in quick succession.

 “Check your email! :D” Kara quickly responds not a second later, and Lena feels her heart flutter as she stares at the cute emoticon. It is so Kara. “But could we possibly Zoom later? I have some lab tests about to be done on me” and “I don’t want our time cut short” comes in two messages back to back.

 “then why am i checking my email,” Lena almost asks, before deleting the message. She sighs, bringing her cup back up to her lips as her fingers fly to click the reload button. She clicks and anxiety starts to build in her stomach.

 She frowns as an email from Kara loads with the title:  Watch Me!!!

--

 Sam puts her hands on her hips and looks up at the ceiling. “So,” she says, interrupting Lena’s story. “you’re freaking out slash mildly upset because you didn’t have your daily Zoom call?”

 Lena sputters. “N-no,” she says while her eyes fly around the room rapidly as if the young CEO wouldn’t dare look her friend in the eye. Sam raises an eyebrow at the action and hums, trying to figure out what is going on.

 “Let me just continue with my story, Sam,” Lena whines, “Then, you can offer your genius or whatever.”

 “You’re damn right I’m going to offer my genius after all this,” Sam nods, motioning for Lena to continue, “please tell me more about why you’re so freaked out right now.”

 “Well, I clicked on the email which had a YouTube link sitting inside...”

--

 Lena almost chokes on her coffee once the video loads. Her green eyes squint together, amused, as she stares at Kara smiling widely into the camera.

 The blonde is wearing an      interesting     outfit, to say the least, and it makes Lena wonder if Alex decided to get Kara’s clothes for her--but at a steep price. But, like always, Kara still looks like the perfect mix between hot and cute. Maybe it’s an alien thing.

 Well, to put it plainly, Kara looks like a Cowboy. And, it is making Lena feel      things    .

 Her taut white t-shirt is covered by a blue and red well-worn flannel, and a straw cowboy hat rests on top of her head with her blonde hair down and semi-wild. Since Kara isn’t wearing her glasses, she looks as if Supergirl decided to go to a rodeo and just fought an evil bucking alien.

 “Hey, Lena,” Kara says, grinning into the camera. She reaches one of her hands up as if wanting to fix her glasses, but then coughs, and fixes her hat instead. “I haven’t seen you in person for a few weeks now,” the blonde muses, her blue eyes dropping to her lap as if extremely disappointed.

 . “I really hate that,” she continues, “But, nevermind that. I have something to show you! Something that I hope--oh, golly--I hope you’ll like this.”

 The CEO raises an eyebrow at the screen, silently wondering if Kara is going to use her superhearing to listen to Lena’s reaction.

 “Anyway,” Kara continues, “I’ve had a lot of time on my hands recently. I’ve really enjoyed our Zoom calls, but they’re the only thing that I really look forward to nowadays. So, I decided to learn how to play some country music. One sec,” she stands and exits offscreen.

 Lena bites down on her lower lip, slamming her eyes together so a groan doesn’t escape from her lips. Sure, Lena would love to watch Kara’s serenade from the DEO, but she doesn’t really care for country music.

 “Well, here is a song that I hope that you enjoy,” Kara says, and Lena slowly opens her eyes. Kara is holding a guitar with a shit-eating grin on her face.

--

 “Wait,” Sam interrupts again, “This all about a      song    . You’re freaking out over a song?”

 “Let me tell my own story, Sam,” Lena sniffs, crossing her arms. “It makes more sense if you just listen.”

 “Jeez, okay.”

--

 Kara clears her throat, and strums such a beautiful chord that Lena suddenly gets the urge to listen to more country music--but, only if Kara will listen to it as well. Her blue eyes shimmer and shine almost as if she had caught stars and put them in her eyes.

 “Well, this is a cover of the song “Drop ‘Em Out” by Wheeler Walker Jr,” Kara says to the camera, her eyes staring into the camera so she could get it across that she is really saying it to Lena while strumming another angelic chord. She hums, before pausing, and saying, “I really hope you enjoy this, Lena.”

 Kara strums a chord again and hums for about two seconds. She takes a deep breath and nods to herself, her left leg starting to bounce up and down as if keeping time. Kara looks like a real musician.

 Lena leans closer to the screen, enraptured by what she sees. Maybe after Kara gets out of Quarantine, Lena will just ask Kara to play guitar chords while the CEO happily (and hornily) drinks wine.

 Kara plays another chord and opens her mouth, her bright voice echoing in the bedroom.

 “Drop 'em out,” Kara’s voice is angelic, Lena thinks. “Let me see them titties. Gonna take a long look at those tig 'ol bitties. Areolas lookin' nice, nipples lookin' real pretty…”

 Lena gasps, shock ricocheting throughout her entire body as she watches Kara… sing about boobs? Kara would never do that.

 “Come on let me gander at your boobs.”

 Scratch that. Kara wants to see her boobs..? What in the--

--

 “No way that happened,” Sam says, rolling her eyes. “Kara can barely even say boobs, much less ‘titties.’ And that part with the Areolas? Bah!”

 “She did,” Lena says, nodding her head. “I’ve been watching the video all morning in fact. Do you want to see it?”

 Sam pauses, considering her choices very carefully. “I’m good,” she decides.

 “Are you sure?” Lena asks, looking worried and unsure as if she were afraid that Sam doesn’t believe her. “All I have to do is just click--”

 “Do      not     click that button,” Sam says, firmly, her hand almost slapping herself in the face. “I don’t want to hear it.”

 Lena pauses, biting on her lip. “What do I do, Sam?” she asks, her voice small. “I’ve never been in this situation before.”

 “Honey,” Sam sighs, “I don’t think anyone has been in this situation before. But you know what?” Lena perks up and stares at Sam with an extreme fascination. “You can do exactly what Kara told you to do… show her your boobs!”

 “Really?”

 “Yes,” Sam says, and then she hesitates. But, then she shrugs and agrees with herself that this might be the fastest course of action. “Yeah, show her your wonderful boobs.”

 Lena nods. “Okay,” she says as if trying to psych herself up, “I will. I will show Kara my boobs. But,” she pauses staring at Sam with an extremely pitiful gaze, “I will only do it if you help me make sure that they look perfect. Help me with lighting and whatnot.”

 Sam looks up at the ceiling and closes her eyes. The fate of her friend’s relationship is now in her hands, no matter how much she doesn’t want it to be. She sighs and looks back down at Lena.

 “Sure,” she says, “Let’s make sure your boobs look great for Kara.”

 “Our zoom call is at 4:30.”

 “You will look like Kara’s personal cam star at 4:30, then.”

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BROOKLYN NINE-NINE QUIZ

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