#23-09

[kyouka-supremacy]

Still can't get over the fact that sskk spend time thinking about how the other dresses

[baltharino]

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Paddington des Chênes d’Or [Pedigree]

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📸 Odile Gamard [Chênes d’Or]

🎨 Black Mackerel Tabby with White

[lance-thunder-reporting-live]

Good morning Amity Park, I'm your ghostly weatherman, Lance Thunder. Today's Monday, September 23, and there's a 10% chance of rain. Highs are in the high sixties, and the lows are in the low sixties.

The Box Ghost has been seen today in multiple areas across town. Proceed with caution if moving boxes today.

Twenty seven stolen iPod Touches, 12 with 8 GB, 10 with 16 GB, and 5 with 32 GB, all in total equalling over $10,000 in value, were found in the possession of James McNamara. If you are missing your iPod Touch, please contact appd to determine whether or not your iPod is among those found.

The Fentons will likely be driving today.

[crushedbyatree]

[dreamonminecraft]

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[austinwehaveaproblem]

[vitaminkyeom]

i was thinking what if the s/o of one of the members ( you choose who :D ) was sat next tk their group during the MAMA awards and how both groups would try get you too to sit next to each other and interact, knowing the relationship isnt public yet :)

PAIRING || Jihoon x Female Reader

GENRES || Fluff, Idol!Jihoon, Idol!Reader

WARNINGS || mentions of killing (as a joke)

WORD COUNT || 1.0k

A/N || hi anon! i hope you like this timestamp. it was really fun to write and the first person that came to my mind when i saw your request was jihoon and totally not because im going through a ruby brainrot. but yeah it was fun writing about down bad jihoon on the verge of strangling seventeen. requests are open !!!

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[23:09]

did jihoon like, no love, sitting next to you? yes, absolutely. especially when you were looking so drop dead gorgeous in your outfit, making it hard for him to concentrate on what was going on stage and to not steal glances at you continuously. 

but did he like the fact that his members and your members had on purpose saved the two of you seats right next to each other when they had learnt that the two groups would be sitting next to each other? of course not.

on any other day he would have been thrilled to be able to sit next you, to hold your hands as he tried not to laugh at some lame joke you had made. 

but now, during an award show, especially mama, he was not at all happy about it. especially when he had to pretend like he was not at all affected by you. he thought he was a master in controlling his emotions but turns out that all his placidness could easily be crumbled by you.

“hi.” you whispered a bit awkwardly, smiling at him in an apologetic manner, clearly embarrassed by your own members too. 

oh, pearls looked great on your hair. maybe he should gift you a pearl hairband the next time-

“hi.” he said, remembering that he had to greet you back. he could already feel his cheeks heating up from the way you were looking at him, and he immediately turned his attention back on to the stage, not wanting to embroil the two of you in a scandal. 

“you look really handsome, by the way.” 

shit. 

glaring once at junhui (who was sitting right next to him) for snickering in the rather obvious way, he reached out for the water bottle. taking in a sip, he prayed for his heart rate to slow down, hammering away in his chest because of your compliment.

jihoon dearly wished it was him who had complimented you first because it was you who looked so, so beautiful and elegant and pretty. had it been the usual dinner dates the two of you always managed to squeeze in between your tight schedule, he was sure he would have been staring at you the whole time and probably be putting in empty spoons into his mouth. 

in fact, had you been sitting anywhere else, it would have been easier for him to steal glances at you (he thinks).

but right now he was just so flustered by the situation that he could not even think straight. not only was he controlling the urge to strangle his members who had for some reason (now it was very obvious to jihoon as to what the reason was) had run to catch seats before he did but he also was dying to not blurt out right in front of the cameras about how pretty you are. (though he was pretty sure that by now if anyone were to pan the camera in his way, anyone with a pair of eyes could see the awkwardness between the two of you).

“um, you too.” he muttered, exhaling hard. to his surprise, he heard you giggle, causing him to look at you in surprise. 

“sorry, it’s just that…you’re really cute when you’re flustered, you know.” you smiled at him, and for a second, he nearly forgot that he was out in public and that he had to control his emotions.

“oh my god, i don’t think i’ve seen jihoon this lovesick before.” soonyoung said, snapping him back to the present. 

“guys, i’m going to kill you.”

“you threaten to kill us everyday.” mingyu complained, earning another giggle from you. did your giggles always sound this cute?

“i do not.”

“yeah, he does not!” you argued back, with a fake glare. jihoon always loved how his members and you got along so well but right now, he felt like his heart was going to burst with love for you. “jihoon is an absolute sweetheart!”

“um, babe, i would really appreciate it if you didn’t compliment me so much right now…since we are in public.” he muttered, looking down in an attempt to cool down his heated cheeks. 

“oh my- oh my. is jihoon blushing?” seungkwan asked and by now, jihoon had abandoned all his plans on killing his members and instead resorted to hoping the ground would just swallow him up as a whole. 

“ooh, now even the camera is on the two of you!” one of your members, joohyun, snickered. 

“you wish.” you said. “it’s on all of us. watch the headlines talk about how close we are with seventeen.”

“is that so?” jeonghan asked and to jihoon’s horror, he could see the cogs in his brain literally moving. “then everyone shut up so that only jihoon and y/n are on camera, okay? but just keep egging them on to get them to interact.”

“respect our privacy please.” jihoon glared, but all he got was his beloved members laughing. grumbling, he turned his attention back to the stage, hoping they would soon get tired of it. 

they did stop with the teasing after some time, but the effect of their previous teasing was still lasting. jihoon could still feel his cheeks blazing from before, his heart going at a hundred kilometres per hour. 

and as when he went to receive an award and saw you cheer louder than anyone in the crowd, he felt a sudden surge of love for you. because he was dating you. you, who was a goddess in his eyes. you, who loved him so, so much. him and you, who the members supported so much and he was always grateful to them. you, whom he loved and treasured so much but sans few, no one else knew.

and as he walked back to his seat and was greeted by your beaming, proud face, jihoon suddenly had a thought. maybe, maybe it was a good thing your relationship wasn’t public yet. 

because there was certainly a thrill knowing what was the real reason for tomorrow's headlines of his group and your group being close.

© 𝐆𝐘𝐔-𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

[kyouka-supremacy]

Beast verse Akutagawa's first mission with Ranpo except they arrive to the crime scene four hours late because guess what Akutagawa has no clue how public transportation works either

[hiwerethemountaingoats]

So this is a revenge fantasy, right, uh, and, uh, and it's a song, um—you know, I mean, revenge obviously is bad, right? I mean, this is obvious, this is clear, right? [inaudible audience yelling] No, it's bad! It's not valuable. Justice is good and revenge is bad, it's, it's just -- and this is just obvious and true. Right now, on my side politically, we kind of got blood in our eyes and we're like, no, revenge is fucking good! No, it's not. Because—the whole, if you read Greek tragedy, right, the whole theme of Greek tragedy is that when you take revenge, you're gonna overdo it. And then the other person you've been taking revenge on is gonna have a legitimate gripe, uh, that you overdid it, right, that you killed one too many when you, when you came to their town, so now they have to come back and get one. But they don't get one. They get five, right. And then you're mad, right. And that's how revenge works, and that's the nature of revenge, that you always take too much and so you never get enough, right, that's the nature of revenge. Uh, which also makes it a great thing to inhabit if you have issues, right. If you have—if you have things you need to work out. I may talk a good game about revenge being bad, but what I mean is that revenge is wonderful. It feels fantastic. It fills you with delusions of power, right, you sit there, you sit there dreaming of your revenge fantasy and you see the person upon whom you are going to enact this revenge cowering, begging you for mercy, and you understand that you, you alone possess that precious gift of mercy which you're not going to impart, and that's, and that's all delusion, and, uh, uh, but it's a pretty potent one, and this is—and so what happens while you're in the grip of it is that you're not just thinking that you're going to take revenge, but how. And that's what this song is about. It's called Getting Into Knives.

John Darnielle introducing Getting Into Knives (September 23rd, 2021)

[sskk-manifesto]

Been 22 days but it's still insane that Akutagawa took “knight in shiny armor coming to the rescue” to a literal level

[vhscorp]

Les années passent, nos êtres chers trépassent et nous passons aussi, c’est la vie…

V. H. SCORP

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[svgvru]

꒰ ✮ 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗕𝗘𝗥 '𝟮𝟯 — 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗧𝗪𝗢!

𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! oral + pussy inspection, "just sit on my face, yeah?" ꒰ ftm!geto x dom,m!reader ꒱: face riding, fingering, oral ꒰ afab!recieving ꒱, squirting, spanking, slight brat taming.

𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰, 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶. his stupid bratty personality has rubbed off on your sweet baby. satoru gojo, who has this "i don't listen to orders" policy, (unless someone's about to die). whether it come from you, geto, shoko, yaga, or the higher-ups. that man does not listen. and normally, like the adults the rest of you are, you pull him away from his stupid actions. it was usually suguru who kept him on track and actually listened. however, suguru's been on this little "not listening" streak. you'd think after his defection (and you saving his life), he'd listen more.

because of his new strict life. being watched by sorcerers and not leaving home without someone to keep an eye on him, you haven't been harsh, no. he's so sweet and does everything you ask of him, perhaps this is "just a phase." however, he's violated a rule of yours. no touching himself without permission. and suguru knows that you always bend him over and check. perhaps it was because he knew you were going to another country for a buisness trip and couldn't take him. maybe he thought you would never find out, hell, you'd be gone for a week!

well, you told him you were going to he gone for a week. there was a high chance you'd be back one day earlier, and you were, but you didn't tell him that. on the car ride to your home, you picked up the phone to call him. after two rings, suguru picked up, however his voice sounded different. "hey, baby. how ya doin'?" your voice is sweet and soft, just how he likes it. "hm? 'm good. 'r you?" you tilt your head at his response, questioning how breathy he sounds. and he also doesn't shorten his words like that. "yeah, im good. are you sure you are? you sound a little...breathy."

almost immediately he gives you an 'mhm!' "'m fine. promise! i—went walking with satoru..." the pause in his voice and immediacy in his voice produces a smile on your face. "alright, baby. i just wanted to check on you, call you later." suguru says good bye and hangs up the phone. oh, he's lying.

the car soon arrives and you grab your suitcase and carry-on bag, fishing for your house key from your pocket. suguru questions whether the car that just stopped was your neighbor, or you. well, you said you'd be back tomorrow, its not you...right? his fingers continued to move before he heard the sound of the door unlocking. shoko doesn't have a key, he hasn't done anything to warrant a visit from the higher-ups, and satoru definitely doesn't have a key to your house. it is you!

as you step into the house, you hear a clang! and a thud! coming from your shared bedroom. an amused smile finds it's way onto your face. "my love, where are you?" you call into the house, washing your hands and shrugging off the packed backpack on your shoulders. a few seconds later, suguru walks into the living room of your home. he sports a pair black shorts that stop a few inches above his mid-thigh, a grey sweatshirt of yours covers him. "here," he wraps his arms around you, hugging you from behind. "hey, pretty..." you whisper and turn around in his arms, pressing a kiss to his forehead. suguru feels your soft hands cup his face, although, your eyes are studying his face.

an anxious feeling builds up in suguru's chest at your staring. his face is red, and a droplet of sweat rolls down the side of his face. you smile at him, a smile he recognizes. it's sweet, warm, hell—inviting! but he knows otherwise, you figured it out, and he's in trouble. you were never that damn nice, and a feeling of regret settled in his chest right next to the anxiety.

"suguru," your voice is soft and comforting, its far too soft, and far too gentle. "yes?" your thumb gently caresses the skin of his cheek. "can you do me a favor?" the man in front of you simply nods, his eyes full of shame as he locks eyes with you. he just 100% sold himself out. your smile grows a bit bigger, your eyes turning a bit darker at his expression. you chuckle lightly and lick your lips before leaning into him, pressing your lips to the shelf of his ear, the place where you know simple whispers could het him wet. "go lay down the bed. on your back no shorts no boxers, yeah?" you lean back and look at him for him response. the poor baby looks so nervous.

suguru nods and walks back into the bedroom, cursing whatever deity that helped you remember to check his pussy. and the wait was excruciating. as if you were doing it on purpose, he waiting for such a long time, building up more anxiety in his chest, although the heat he felt from before you arrived was still present.

after what felt like eons, you walked through the doorway of your shared bedroom with a smile. crawling on the bed, your lips press to his lips for a quick peck. "'m sorry, my love. extra buisness to take care of," you smile and sit up, slotting yourself in between suguru's legs. "you been takin' care of yourself since i've been gone?" suguru nods, his face becoming flushed at your slow and deliberate actions. your hands carefully slide down his thighs, pushing up your much too big shirt up to lay on his hips. "really?" your voice is smooth and far too interested. his brown eyes remain locked onto yours, a worried expression in those beautiful eyes of his. it makes you smile, far too happy to ruin him after your stressful buisness trip.

once your shirt is pushed up under his ass, you take the liberty to finally look at his body. your gaze pretty pert nipples, hard enough to see through your shirt, one's that have clearly been played with even without the full sight of them. your eyes run along that happy little trail of hair from his bellybutton and town between his hips.

and finally your eyes land on his pussy. your fingers run along his red and puffy outerlips, ghosting over his clit. suguru gulps as you lightly touch, twitching at the feeling. "suguru," your voice calls to him, resulting in his nerves building up. your index and middle fingers spread his puffy inner lips, strings of slick connecting the two. a hum leaves your lips as you lightly rub in between his folds, feeling a large amount of slick collect onto your finger. your quite sure some of it was from the anticipation, but he couldn't have been this wet in such a short time. "did you touch my pussy?" you question softly, eyes trained onto the way his pussy is reacting to your fingers.

"my." that word you always use to signify that his body is yours, regardless of what he thinks. "well, i—" he starts to try and come up with an excuse before a rude a awakening occurs by the slap of your hand to his inner thigh. "answer." your eyes lock with his for a brief moment, before they go back to inspecting. "y-yes. i did— but! i was so needy! and you weren't here! i— ah!" you slap his thigh again. "i didn't ask for excuses."

suguru sucks in a breath as he feels a finger of yours slip into his inviting cunt. your fingers presses and rubs, as if searching for something on the inside of him. you remove you finger, watching the transparent fluid roll down. carefully, you pull back his red clithood— a smile graces your face when he jolts, making a humming noise. "how many times did you slap this pretty clit of mine?" suguru's lip trembles. "don' know. i jus' slapped it like you do, n' in felt good. so i did it harder n' faster," he mumbles, his eyes looking away from you until you roughly slap his already swollen clit. a loud moan left his lips, back arched in pleasure. "look at me when you speak." you speak to him firmly and assertively. your back, he thinks to himself, the tamer side of you.

suguru asked himself many questions. why did you lie to him about the date you were coming back? was this a test? because if it was a test he surely failed. why'd he think he could've gotten away with this anyway? you know his body almost if not more that he does. you know his mannerisms, the way he speaks, and his little twitches when he's horny. especially that familiar look of shame when he's cum.

it was stupid, his decision to disobey your rules. and he knew he was getting punished one way or the other. would it be more spanks? the cane? or edging him? those questions ran through his head, he was sure it'd be one of those. however, he didn't quite expect for you to sigh. to roll over on your back and pull his legs to rest on either side of your head. "wha—" your hand connects to his ass, shutting up his words. "i would punish you now, but i'll do that later," you state, "for now, im tired and have no energy. so you'll ride my face."

you could almost laugh at the look suguru gave you just then. sure, you've done oral, but he's never sat on your face. what if he's to heavy? he can't hear you say the safeword! what if you don't like it? what if he moves wrong? what if— hes thoughts get interrupted when you grab his hips. "just sit on my face, yeah?" your eyes are strained on his dripping wet pussy, hovering over you. "i'll guide you. just— hands on the headboard and i'll tap you three times if you need to get off, kay?" suguru can't even answer the question before you pull on his hips, shoving his pussy right down onto your mouth. your hands starts pull and push his hips so he rocks a bit, your tongue gliding in between his folds and along his clit.

suguru yelps at your sudden actions, letting you rock him. it feels weird, he admits to himself. sitting on your face, but the unfamiliar feeling starts fade as your nose hits his clit. "o-oh! aH! ngh—!" his moans fill your ears as he starts to rock. he starts to feel your guided movements as if they're natural, feeling your tongue piston inside of his gummy walls. his cunt so inviting for your tongue, the one that could bring him infinite pleasure.

and as if your tongue were a cock, or the dildo he had been riding all week— he started to lift up just a bit. his hips no longer require your guidance as he rocks desperately.

one of his hands burries in your hair as if that could pull your closer to him. his moans become louder, full of desperation and longing. it seems he'd missed you this week. your eyes are trained on his face— lips sucking on his clit as if it was a sweet candy. your eyes watch his reactions. they keep focus on how slack is mouth is, collecting drool in his mouth. how his eyes are crossed and rolled, his irises hardly visible—hell, your sure he can see his brain at this point! pathetic moans leave his pink lips, pink from his desperate bites. your eyes follow his pleasured actions as he tilts back his head, his small addamsapple bobbing as he's roughly rocking and rubbing against your mouth. you chuckle at his actions. desperate whore, hm? you think to yourself. as if he hasn't been fucking himself all week.

his moans start to become a bit more feminine, high-pitched and needy— he's close. "angh! o-oh...sir. a-ah— aAH!" his eyes widen, toes curling and thighs trembling when he cums. he makes a mess of your face, the transparent liquid dripping down the sides of your mouth and nose despite you eargly lapping up his release.

suguru continues to needlessly rock on your face, silently begging for more stimulation. you'd swear he was broken! well— perhaps he was. perhaps his mind was trapped on the way you feel, desperately wanting more. perhaps that's why he shoved that dildo inside of him, because it was your size. "needy," you mumble into his cunt and carefully hold him. you sit up as you do, one hand traveling to support his back as you let him fall back between his legs. his eyes were hazy and still full of lust and raw need for you. you chuckle at his expression. "you seem like you want more," suguru eagerly nods despite his state. you chuckle, "im glad your so excited. good, because im not stopping anyyy time soon." you lick his release from around your lips.

"because i've desperately missed my fleshlight."

[kopw]