#something something mork is already home

[oswlld]

#im connecting the dots...... #i am connecting them

#last twilight #last twilight the series #lasttwilightedit #bledit #thaiedit #mine:edits #something something mork is already home #its like the commentary in p&p 2005 when the piano music is being played by georgiana at pemberley #if they ARE the same flowers..... i am deeply Unwell. DEEPLY. ILL #UPDATE: NOT the same flowers BUT its still sick of paof to do that

[stormyoceans]

The clock on the wall of the restaurant was still showing the same time, for the third time Mhok had checked. He glanced down at his phone - no, it hadn't broken; Mhok was just impatient. And his phone screen was blank as ever.

He sighed, and returned to mopping the floor. Maybe all of this hard work would get him a raise soon, if his new boss noticed. That would be worth it.

His pocket began buzzing, and Mhok felt a fond smile beginning before he even had the phone out. Sure enough, the screen was lit with his boyfriend’s name.

"Good evening," he said, warm and low into the receiver. "If you'd like to place an order, I'm sorry, but the restaurant is closed."

Something in Mhok seemed to settle and relax, just hearing his boyfriend’s voice on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry, Phi," said Day, explaining about his family and the unexpected change of their plans.

Mhok had guessed that it would be something like this; actually, it could have been worse. He should probably feel grateful Day could call at all. He hummed, and told him not to worry. "I'll just have to be better next year," he murmured, with a self-deprecating smirk, "so Santa will be nicer to me."

Day's voice dipped a little lower. "Let's say that Santa is listening right now," said the younger boy. "What would you ask for?"

Mhok barely hesitated, certain of the only thing he wanted - the thing he'd want even if he had everything else in the world. "I'd want to be with you right now," he almost whispered, with the ghost of a sigh.

"...The moon is beautiful tonight. Wouldn't you say?"

Mhok's heart leapt into his throat, beating with a sudden wild hope. He wished so much... and there was only one way to know.

He moved instantly to the restaurant doors, pushing them open with firm, calloused hands, and knowing exactly the person he wanted to see.

And for a moment, for just one breath of a moment -

He'd breached a different threshold, in a different place, while something like deja vu made the faint glimmer of hope in his stomach into an endless star-filled canopy, millions of constellations strong. And his steps were uncertain, but his heart knew who to look for... the shape of this memory held a different face, and the word on his lips was a different name, but it was the same moment, somehow, the same longing, the same unbearable separation finally ending, this time for sure, two souls coming home, like magnets across a universe -

He blinked, and the moment was entirely his own, once more. Just a passing thought, an odd trick of the light in the courtyard, and it didn't matter anyway.

Because he saw Day, his Day, just as he'd wished.

"Day," Mhok breathed, his heart full. He swallowed past the sudden knot in his throat, blinking away the tears that gathered inexplicably in his eyes.

"Merry Christmas," said Day, smiling at him.

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(it's me again, hi 👋 after ep 10 i had to send this too hope you enjoy 🤍)

SLACK JAWED SHAKING OUT OF MY SKIN CRYING SHITTING YELLING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS FOAMING AT THE MOUTH SPINNING COUNTERCLOCKWISE ON THE FLOOR WAILING WEEPING HOWLING SCREECHING EATING GLASS GOING INTO CARDIAC ARREST MAKING A LOBOTOMY APPOINTMENT CRAWLING TOWARDS THE EDGE OF THE HIGH RISE BUILDING IM ABOUT TO THROW MYSELF OFF OF ASCENDING ONTO A HIGHER SPHERE OF HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS

ANON IM ONCE AGAIN SAYING THIS IN THE MOST AFFECTIONATE AND ADORING WAY POSSIBLE BUT YOU ARE - INDEED - INSANE. THIS IS MADNESS. LUNACY. DERANGEMENT. LITERALLY CAN WE HAVE A TALK. CAN WE HAVE A CONVERSATION. A DISCUSSION EVEN. YOU DID NOT JUST MAKE MORK HAVE A VISION OF PUEN OPENING THE DOOR OF THE GLASS HOUSE AND FINALLY FINDING TALAY AFTER HE CAME BACK FROM THE OTHER UNIVERSE. AS IF DAY'S SIDE BACK IN EPISODE 4 DIDN'T ALREADY RUIN ME. CURRENTLY IN A DEAD FAINT IN FRONT OF MY SCREEN EXPERIENCING THE ENTIRE RANGE OF HUMAN EMOTIONS LIKE

"the shape of this memory held a different face, and the word on his lips was a different name, but it was the same moment, somehow, the same longing, the same unbearable separation finally ending, this time for sure, two souls coming home, like magnets across a universe" <<< I CAN'T EVEN. FORMULATE [ISABELLE ADJANI TUNNEL SCENE FROM POSSESSION] [FEMALE HYSTERIA] [SUICIDE]

#NOT TO REPEAT MYSELF BUT READING THESE TWO FICLETS SIDE BY SIDE IS INSANE I FEEL INSANE #THE PARALLELS #THE WAY THEY COMPLEMENT EACH OTHER SO PERFECTLY #ANON I LOVE YOU BUT I HOPE YOU KNOW THE REASON IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY IS BECAUSE I'VE BEEN GOING INTO SHOCK GOING OFF THE RAILS #GOING BATSHIT GOING ABSOLUTE CUCKOO BANANAS OVER THIS #I WILL BE DEAD IN A DITCH SOMEWHERE GOOD DAY OR GOOD NIGHT TO ALL NEVERTHELESS #last twilight the series #morkday #vice versa #puentalay #m: ask

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Kinktober Day 7: Phone sex with Felix

Trigger warnings: none? pls let me know otherwise ❤️

Content warnings: names (baby, baby girl, princess, sweetheart, dirty girl, pretty girl), guided/mutual masturbation, dirty talk (‘bout all they can do in this situation 🥴), mc chokes herself, they exchange nudes?, really just pushing gamer!lix honestly like this whole thing is entirely self-indulgent.

Summary: After meeting a sweet guy while gaming, you both finally work up the courage to let the conversation shift to a more intimate topic

Word count: 3146

Tags: @hyuckilstan @mork-ly @wubbster @critssq @skzgallll

Kinktober master list

Smut below the cut

mikasaswife: happy seven months of having me in your life 💁🏻‍♀️

✨lixie✨ is online

✨lixie✨ is typing…

✨lixie✨: you said that last month, dork 😆

✨lixie✨ is typing…

✨lixie✨: i’ve been keeping track of it too 🙊 wanna play for a bit? i’m off today so i’ve got all the time in the world 😝

mikasaswife: ofc! lemme grab something rq and i’ll hop on 🥰

✨lixie✨ is typing…

✨lixie✨: hah cute

You didn’t see his message until you returned and your cheeks went a soft pink. You’d met seven months ago over Rocket League and grew close pretty quickly. You followed each other on various social media platforms and you learned he lived in Australia, which was disheartening considering you were on the other side of the world.

Within about three weeks, he started subtly flirting with you, telling you how good you looked in your latest Instagram post and acting surprised that you were single when you got on the topic of sexuality and your dating history. It was always little remarks and you always welcomed it, oftentimes giving him the same energy, but you weren’t sure how to address your feelings with him.

mikasaswife: not as cute as you but ok

✨lixie✨ is typing…

✨lixie✨: lies but ok 🥴

✨lixie✨ is typing…

✨lixie✨: i’m calling now 😌

You accepted the call as soon as it came in, already on the home screen and waiting for him to join. “Hey cutie.” As soon as you heard his deep voice, you smiled softly. “How was your day?”

“It was good except for that coworker I told you about a few weeks ago. How’d you sleep?” You hoped he’d just answer the question instead of trying to discuss what happened but you weren’t that lucky.

“I slept fine. You should really report him, y/n.” His voice was laced with concern and you sighed softly.

“I can’t. You know I work in a male-dominated field, that’ll just paint a target on my back.” You shook your head. “Plus it was online, they probably can’t even do anything about it. It’s fine, Lix.”

“It’s far from fine if you’re still having issues with him three weeks later.” He pointed out bluntly. “But I understand you don’t wanna talk about it so I’ll leave it alone.”

“Thank you.” A comfortable silence settled between you as you prepared for your first match until he finally spoke.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I made you upset.” Okay, maybe the silence was only comfortable for you.

“I’m not upset, I promise.” You smiled as you spoke, hoping it carried over in your voice. “I can’t be mad at you even if I wanted to be.”

“Is that so?” He sounded like he believed you. You could imagine the smile he was wearing right now and your heart fluttered.

“Mhm. I’ve tried.” You hummed as the game started. He got the jump on the ball and the battle began. It didn’t take long for your opponents to snag the ball and Felix went after them.

“You’ve tried to be mad at me?”

“Well it’s not fair how perfect you are.” You shrugged, assisting him as he made a play that sent the ball well over halfway down the field. You watched as he scored the first goal and grinned.

“I’m not perfect.” He chuckled softly, quietly cheering over his victory a moment later. The sound sent a delicious chill down your spine as your mind raced with inappropriate thoughts. “Now go steal the ball, princess.”

You wanted to protest but the name surprised you and you simply complied, racing towards the center of the field. Your opponents got the jump but after a few seconds of chasing, Felix came to your rescue and you ran the ball to the goal, scoring a second time. The game was halfway over by then. “Atta girl!”

You bit your lip at the praise, trying to suppress a smile. It was ridiculous how he was getting under your skin. By the end of the game, you were a mess. You had a massive crush and it was times like these that made it painfully obvious to anyone with two brain cells to rub together that you were really into Felix.

You were back on the home page when you decided to bug him a little. “So…’princess’ huh?”

“You seem like the princess type.” He hummed in response, not backing down like you’d anticipated. “I noticed you didn’t argue back when I said it, did you like it that much?” He teased, his tone dripping with playfulness. Now was your chance.

“Maybe I did.” You tried your hardest to sound nonchalant but you weren’t sure it was very effective.

“Just maybe? I guess I’ll have to try harder then.”

“I guess so.” You slumped in your seat as you listened to his breathing on the other end of the call.

“Can I be honest with you?” You felt anxiety settle in your belly at the thought of him telling you he was only messing around but assured him he could confide in you, not expecting what he said next. “I haven’t explicitly said it, I’ve only made cheeky comments here and there but…I really like you and I’ve been trying to keep this PG for months but I want you and I feel like I’m gonna fall to pieces if I don’t make a move.”

Your stomach and heart flipped simultaneously at his confession as your breath hitched. The silence was long and awkward but finally you found your voice. “You’re not teasing me are you?”

“One hundred percent God's honest truth. I can’t seem to get you out of my mind and right now I’m thinking of some less-than-innocent things.” You weren’t sure how it was possible for his voice to sound any deeper, but it did and it went straight to your pussy.

“Lixie…” You heard his breath hitch at the name and your imagination began to run wild. He’d look so pretty with his head thrown back, right on the edge from just your hands... “I don’t think it’s any secret that I feel the same way, that I’m thinking about the same things, but…how are we supposed to navigate this?”

“I’ll come visit you or get you here somehow. I’ll figure it out, sweetheart, because I feel like I’ll go insane if I don't have you in my arms. But why don’t we just enjoy each other for now?” His voice was warm and inviting and you couldn’t bring yourself to say no to him. You didn’t want to.

“Yeah okay…” You bit your lip and shifted in your seat, stifling a sigh when the seam of your jeans pulled taught across your already-aching cunt. “Can we? I want you too…”

“I’d be an idiot to turn you down.” You could hear his smile in his voice before his tone changed to one of more concern. “If you feel uncomfortable at any point, please tell me, okay?”

“I will, Lix.” You assured him and heard him shift in his seat.

“I like when you use nicknames instead of my full name.” He sighed. “Is it okay if I do the same?” You hummed an affirmation and he continued. “Tell me what you’re wearing, baby.”

“I’m in jeans and that purple crop top you like so much.”

“Can you send me a picture?” He would’ve asked you to turn your camera on for a video chat but he wanted to be able to look back at this for a while. You didn’t hesitate to grab your phone and take a picture on Snapchat, posing so your face wasn’t in the frame and your fingers loosely curled around the spaghetti strap of your crop top. You giggled softly as he cursed softly and saved the photo in the chat before speaking again. “So pretty…anything underneath?”

“Just a lacy black thong, no bra.” You offered up quietly and listened as he took a sharp inhale, placing your phone back on the desk.

“You’ll have to show me sometime, baby. That sounds hot as fuck.” He groaned softly and you shuddered, shifting in your seat again so your jeans hit just the right spot. “Why don’t you pull your top up and give your tits a little squeeze for me, hmm?”

You did as he asked, sliding your hands up your torso and under your shirt. You lifted it, bunching it below your chin, and let out a hum of contentment as you cupped your breasts and gently squeezed them. You then wet your middle fingers and teased your nipples, gasping at the sensation. “How’s it feel, princess?”

“Feels good, Lixie.” You sighed, letting your head rest against the back of the chair. “Wish it was you though. It’d be so much better if it was your mouth on my skin instead of my hands…”

“It would…” He agreed. “I’ll make it happen one way or another, baby girl, don’t worry.” You whined softly at the name and he chuckled. “You like that name?” You nodded but remembered he couldn’t see you so you offered a pathetic ‘mhm’ and he laughed again, deep and rich, drawing another sound from you. “Do you wanna take off those jeans, baby girl?”

You didn’t bother to respond, immediately standing up and taking your pants off. You opened Snapchat again and set the camera to record, making sure your face was out of frame as you hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your thong. You swiveled your hips teasingly, pretending to take your panties off before turning around. You showed off your ass, jiggling your cheeks with your hands, and then pulled your top off before cutting off the camera.

“Baby? You still with me?”

“I am. I’m with you, Lixie.” He groaned at the name as you quickly cut the end of the video so it didn’t catch you turning around and hit send as you sat back down. You didn’t say anything else as you waited for him to open your message. You heard his phone buzz on his desk and bit your lip as you listened, watching the message change from ‘sent’ to ‘opened’.

He inhaled sharply through his nose then cursed under his breath. “Jesus, y/n, you’re killing me. Can I save this?”

“You can.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you got the notification and giggled softly. You didn’t expect him to send anything back but you were pleasantly surprised when he sent a photo of his tented gray sweats, captioned ‘this is your fault, princess’. After a beat of silence, during which you admired his bulge and his hand resting on his thigh, you spoke again. “Can I save this?”

“You can.” You immediately hit save and leaned back in your chair, placing your phone back on your desk. “I want you to run your hands down your body and tease your thighs, baby girl. Tell me how it feels, what exactly you’re doing.”

You wasted no time in running your hands down your torso before allowing your fingertips to graze along the insides of your thighs. You gasped at the sensation and lightly dragged your nails over the skin there. “Feels good…’m just barely touching my thighs, lightly scratching myself and imagining it’s your hands instead.”

You were starting to sound worked up and by this point, he was so hard it hurt. “Tell me more. Do you wanna touch yourself?”

“I do…can I?”

“You don’t need my permission, baby. Go ahead and touch yourself. Tell me all about it.”

“Are you?” You asked quietly as you slipped a hand into your panties. “Can you tell me what you’re doing too?”

“I am.” He confirmed, taking a stilted breath. “I’m just touching myself through my sweatpants right now, listening to your pretty sounds. I’m so fucking hard right now…”

His soft groan made you impossibly wetter and you whimpered as you finally ghosted your middle finger over your clit. “Good…I can’t be the only one this turned on.”

“And just how turned on are you?” His voice was a low rumble in your ears and you clenched around nothing as your free hand adjusted your headset.

“I’m fucking dripping, Lixie.” You whined, a small pout forming on your lips as you dipped a finger into your wetness. You dragged your arousal up to your clit and sighed at the sensation. “God I wish you were here right now, I just know your hands would feel so good…”

“Mm what about my mouth? I could eat you out forever if you’d let me.” You whimpered at the thought and stood abruptly, shoving your panties down your legs and dropping them with your jeans. You settled back in and draped your legs over the armrests of your gaming chair, immediately slipping your hand back between your legs. “Hey baby?” You hummed in response as your fingers circled your clit before teasing at your entrance. “Can you moan my name? I’m dying to hear it.”

You let your eyes slip shut and slid two fingers in your dripping cunt, a small moan tumbling from your lips as your palm ground against your clit while you stretched yourself open. You allowed yourself to imagine him knelt between your legs, fingers plunged deep inside you, and called out his name as you clenched at the thought. “Fuck, Felix, please…” Just as you moaned for him, your phone buzzed. You grabbed it and opened the Snapchat video he sent you, biting your lip when you saw the tip of his cock peeking out from his waistband, already drooling on his belly as his thumb brushed back and forth across his sweats. “Oh- can I save it?”

“Of course, princess.” You quickly saved it and bit your lip as you contemplated what you were about to ask. Before you could speak though, he beat you to it. “Baby…can we turn our cameras on? We don’t have to but I’d certainly like to see you.”

“I was about to ask the same thing…” As soon as the words left your lips, he switched his camera on and you were met with the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen. He was reclined in his gaming chair, shirtless and with his dick out. You wanted to reach through the screen the second you saw him. He settled back and waited for you to turn your camera on, wrapping his hand around his thick shaft as you tried to force your eyes away long enough to complete the task at hand. “You’re so fucking pretty, Lixie…” You whispered as you turned your camera on.

You saw his cock twitch in his hand and you weren’t sure if it was because of what you said or because of the way you presented yourself to him. Your LED lights paired with a lamp in the corner made you glow and your pussy glistened in the purple lighting. “Holy shit, baby girl…” His voice was strained as gave his cock a single tug before releasing it. “God I want a taste…can you tell me how you taste, princess?”

You eagerly stuffed your messy fingers in your mouth and sucked them clean with a moan, your free hand kneading your breasts. “So fucking sweet. It’s so good, Lix.” You watched as he began to slowly work his dick, resting his head back against his chair and peeking out at you.

“I’m gonna get you out here so I can taste you for myself, I swear.” He let out a moan in a pitch you weren’t expecting as he jerked off and your pussy clenched. “Bury my head between your legs for hours and make you shake…”

“Please do.” You slid your fingers back inside yourself and curled them, searching for your g-spot. You gasped when you found it and called his name as if it was him touching you. You heard his breathing grow ragged as he watched you, both of you barreling towards the edge as you fingered yourself.

The image of him fucking his hand would forever be burned into your mind and you couldn’t even pretend to be mad about it. He was turned on by you. You were the reason he was touching himself. You were the reason he called out to you and warned you of his impending orgasm. “Gonna fuckin’ cum, princess-”

“Do it. Show me how gorgeous you look when you let go, Lixie.” You begged, eyes locked on the image of his angry red cock on your screen. Your words sent him spiraling and you watched as his cum landed all over his belly and hand, more desperate moans falling from his lips.

A lazy smile spread across his face as his moan turned into a chuckle. “Your turn, sweetheart.” He teased, obliging you when you asked him to taste himself. “It’s good but I’m willing to bet it’d be a thousand percent better mixed with yours. Maybe I’ll cum inside and eat it out of your pretty pussy.” You made a pathetic sound and he smirked. “You like that idea?” You nodded and gasped when you gently pinched your nipple.

“Fucking love it…” You nodded, your free hand moving to your throat. “I’m so fucking close, oh my god-” You keened, carefully restricting blood flow as you choked yourself.

“Yeah? My dirty girl gonna cum for me?” The name was the last straw and you cried out an affirmation as your legs clamped shut around your hand, liquid bliss filling your veins as you came undone. “Look how pretty you are when you cum…I can’t wait to get you like this by my own hands, princess.”

He coached you through your orgasm and listened as you repeated his name over and over, trying his damndest not to get hard again. After a couple minutes, your breathing began to even out and he sat up properly in his chair, grabbing a couple tissues to clean up with. “You did such a good job, pretty girl.” He cooed and you smiled softly. “Why don’t you clean yourself up and if you’re feeling up to it we can play another round or watch something together? Or if you’d rather go to sleep we can hang up and-”

“I do wanna sleep but if you hang up on Discord it better be to call me back on Snapchat and talk with me until I nod off.” You teased as you righted yourself in your chair. “Your voice is so warm and comforting. It’s nice to fall asleep to…” You added and he smiled softly at you, eyes full of adoration.

“Okay, I’ll call you there. Go get cleaned up and let me know when you’re ready.” You nodded and muttered a soft ‘goodbye’ before he ended the call.

✨lixie✨ is offline

#kpop smut #stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids felix #lee felix #lee felix smut #kinktober #kinktober 2022

[cruelxfantasies]

The Passion of Lovers

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

18+, minors DNI

Hey ya’ll, I saw this post on here and ran with it. “Mood: jerking a boy off from behind while kissing his neck, nibbling on his shoulders and whispering such filthy, depraved things in his ear.” 

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The heavy rain hit the roof of your apartment as you laid in bed in your oversized Van Halen shirt, reruns of Mork and Mindy bouncing off the walls of your bedroom. You considered it a comfort show of yours, reminding you of the days when you lived at home with your family, before everything fell apart – your mom leaving to discover a new life in California that she wasn’t even sure she could find, your father transforming into a mean drunk that couldn’t seem to remember the person he once was.

Finding Eddie was a godsend – you finally felt as though your life had a purpose, held meaning. That you could one day become someone other than the daughter of a wrecked family. He already made you feel as though you weren’t only the title you gave yourself.

The sound of your front door opening didn’t bother you – Eddie had a key and as you looked at the clock, it was about time he got out of Hellfire for the night. You loved hearing about the club’s adventures of that week, already knowing what they were going to face before the members did. Eddie always ran his ideas by you, wanting your input on the monsters he was putting in their way, trying out new voices for certain ones – this only made you love him even more.

“Y/n, you up?” his voice boomed from the kitchen and you assumed he was grabbing a beer.

“Yeah, babe, I’m just watching TV,” you answered, moving to sit up against the pillows. You smiled as he walked through the door, but the smile quickly turned into a frown as you realized one thing – he was sopping wet from the rain.

“You’re getting water all over my floors!” you protested, sitting up on your knees and looking him over. Luckily, your roommate wasn’t home to complain about it and you didn’t want to hear about it later on when she got home. “What are you, some kind of animal? Go dry off and put on some of those pants you left over here.”

He grinned, seemingly enjoying the bossy attitude you emulated. “Yes, ma’am.” He took a sip from the beer before sitting it down, and leaning down to give you a kiss. “Are you ready to hear about how Henderson kicked the chain golem’s ass?”

You shook your head in a loving way. “I am – after you’re done changing, yeah?”

As he headed to the bathroom, you walked into the kitchen to survey the trail of water he’d left along your floors. Grabbing a kitchen towel, you placed it on the floor and dragged it along with your foot, making sure to get every last drop. You walked back to your bedroom, tossing it into the dirty clothes hamper next to your closet and laying back down to focus on the TV. However, you grabbed the remote and changed the channel until you found something that could hold your attention, not wanting to think of either of your parents tonight – you wanted to be able to focus on Eddie and Hellfire.

Eddie came out of the bathroom with his pajama pants on, but with no shirt – your breath hitched ever so slightly. Months later and he still had that effect on you. Your eyes roamed his chest for a moment, pausing on the demon head and the spider – you loved running your tongue along the lines of the permanent ink. “What are you thinking about, princess?” he asked and your eyes moved to his face, noticing the shit eating grin he was wearing.

“Just how handsome I think you are – nothing out of the ordinary,” you answered truthfully, spreading your legs out a bit. You patted the space between them. “Now come sit down and tell me about what Dustin did tonight.” He did so eagerly, finding a comfortable position between your legs and facing the TV. Your hands found his shoulders, massaging the soft flesh as Eddie jumped into the story.

From what Eddie had told you, chain golems were the most powerful of the golems – created in hellfire, bodies made from heavy chains linked together, red eyes burning with no other features. You listened closely – Dustin had used a distraction of some sort, casting protectors that would take damage instead of him. In the process, he wore the cross necklace and casted Bigby’s hand. When Lucas got ensnared by one of the chains, Mike was able to get in another protection spell and Dustin blasted the golem with pool of lava. Eddie was ecstatic about the entire event, practically in awe of the teenager’s critical thinking abilities.

“I mean, y/n, I don’t know if I even could’ve thought of that,” Eddie admitted, nearly out of breath from telling you everything.

“Oh, baby, I’m sure you could’ve,” you said, believing your words. Eddie was both creative and smart.

“Hell, maybe…” he paused, taking a moment to think, before pointing at the TV. “Weren’t you watching Mork and Mindy when I got here?”

To be completely honest, you hoped he hadn’t noticed. “Yeah, I was. I just needed to turn on something different.”

Eddie knew everything about your previous home life, all of what had happened. He knew about the Mork and Mindy nights.

His hand had already been absentmindedly running up and down your leg, but Eddie now moved to squeeze it lightly, comfortingly. “You alright?” he asked. You could hear the care and tenderness in voice and you knew he was only asking because he loved you. He wasn’t trying to bring it up out of malice or upset you.

“I promise I’m okay,” you reassured him. “I barely think of them anymore, not since we’ve been together. You make my life brighter, Eddie, and I don’t want them to ruin any of this,” your hand motioned to indicate that you meant the two of you. “I hope you know that.”

Eddie moved to sit up, turning around to face you, fingers caressing your jaw. You could do nothing but sit there and stare at him, loving the shocks of electricity he sent throughout your body with such an innocent touch. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his dark eyes slowly taking in your expression.

Your reply of “I know” caused him to bark out a laugh, shaking his head at you and turning back to his previous position, watching the TV and beginning to tell you about his plans for the next few sessions of D&D. Your hands slowly began to move down his chest, tracing the outlines of the demon and spider – you could see chill bumps arise on his skin and you smirked. You knew he liked when you put your attention on his tattoos. Your hands moved up and down his chest slowly, and Eddie’s breath shuddered, causing you to bite your lip and a heat to coil in your belly. “God, your hands always feel so amazing on me,” he muttered.

“It’s about to get even better,” you told him, your hand dipping below his waistline while your other still traced his tattoos. He was already hard and your pussy clenched in response, already aching for him to be inside you. But you wanted to focus on Eddie right now.

You moved to place light kisses on his neck, biting softly every few. Each bite, you ran your tongue over the teeth marks and his moans were often, but quiet. You didn’t know why, but that wasn’t going to cut it.

“Louder, baby. I want to hear you,” you whispered into his ear and he groaned louder this time and it went right to your core. “No one’s here and you can be as loud as you want.” Eddie’s noises were music to you. You could listen to them for the rest of you life, his moans were delicious. Your hand moved to free his erection from his pants and he sighed in relief, you practically salivating at the sight in front of you.You ran your fingertip from the base up to the head, wrapping your fingers around his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“How’s that?” you asked.

“Feels so good,” he grunted.

You slid your hand down towards his nipple, making a circle around it and Eddie sighed while your other danced around the veins in cock, rubbing your finger over the head and spreading the precum along the tip.

“Ah, fuck,” he said, bucking up into your hand.

Your hand that was on his chest reached down, placing it on his hip. “You’re not allowed to move. You’ll sit here and take it until I tell you that you can. Do you understand?”

He nodded and you felt satisfaction spread through you at him promising to obey your words. “Good boy,” you praised, Eddie’s heavy, uneven breaths making you want to just ruin him right then and there. “Doing as you’re told will get you rewarded, won’t it?”

Your hand began moving faster, picking up the pace, while you nibbled on his shoulders and you could tell he wanted to move – he was restraining himself as best as he could, little pants and groans escaping him.

“Tell me how it feels now?” You could see his face now, head leaning back against you and looking up. Eddie licked his lips, eyes hooded as he made eye contact with you. He bit down, and you could see the tiniest bit of blood from how hard he was struggling to find an answer. “I asked you a question.” Your hand moved to his face, fingertip running along his lower lip and noticing the bead of blood now on your finger. “You struggling tonight, baby?”

He nodded, his voice deeper than before. “I-It just feels so damn good, your hand is –” he grunted as you squeezed him once again, words fading into moans.

“You like my hand on your cock, don’t you, Eddie? So desperate for me and I get to watch you come undone right in front of me, like a vision.”

“Shit, yeah, always.” It wasn’t often that you were the dominant one, but when you were, you had fun with it. You decided to give him what he wanted.

“Come on, sweet boy, fuck my hand,” you instructed, giving him the go ahead. Your mouth moved to his neck, alternating between kisses and bites, as he bucked into your hand. You couldn’t wait to see the dark bruises there in the morning. “Fuck my hand like you’re going to be fucking my pussy soon.” Your thighs clenched at the thought. His cries were becoming louder and more frequent as he was busy chasing his thigh, while you told him how good he looks like this, how much you love him. “You going to come for me, baby? Go ahead,” you told him, biting the juncture between his neck and shoulder and it was then that he unraveled, hot ropes of cum shooting out onto his stomach and lap. You marveled at the scene in front of you, knowing that it was you and you alone who made him fall apart like this.

“Fuck, y/n,” he breathed, and you chuckled.

“I love watching you like that, how you respond to me is beautiful to watch,” you admitted, wanting him to know exactly what it did to you. You could feel how damp your underwear was now and god, you wanted him inside you right fucking now.

“Why do you think I love fucking you so much?” he questioned, rolling over to where he was on top of you, removing his pants in the process. You wasted no time in removing your shirt, loving the way he skin felt against yours. Eddie kissed you hard, teeth nearly clashing against one another and it turned you on even more. Your hands weaved into his hair as Eddie moved down, taking your nipple into his mouth, wrapping around as much flesh as he could, tongue lapping while he sucked and released with a resounding pop. You were dripping with arousal and when his hand moved down to feel how wet you were, Eddie chuckled darkly.

“God, always so wet for me, aren’t you, princess?” You whimpered in response, just needing him to touch you. He made quick work of removing your underwear and when his finger found your clit, you mewled loudly. “Fuck!”

He wasted no time as he slid a finger inside you roughly, and you finally had something. Inserting another finger mere seconds afterwards, his thumb continued to work your clit and fuck, you needed more.

He could sense what you wanted, but Eddie wanted to hear you say it.

“Getting my fingers so wet, baby. Say out loud what you need.”

“Inside me now,” you breathed heavily.

“Okay, baby, I’ve got you,” he said, grabbing you and forcing you onto your knees. You loved when he took control like that.

You gasped as he pushed the head of cock into your wet, aching hole, stretching you open. Eddie didn’t go slow, immediately pounding into you from behind. Your hand snaked between your legs, stroking your clit, all of the sensations overwhelming you.

“So tight,” he muttered, and you moaned in response to his words.

“Feel so good, so full,” you choked out, his cock now hitting the sweet, tender part inside of you. Eddie’s fingers weaved into your hair at the base of your skull, making you arch your back and it felt unlike anything else in the world.

Pulling your back flush against his chest, Eddie slowed down, slapping your own hand away from your clit as he took over, rubbing the way he knew you liked it. “You’re shaking,” he whispered in your ear and you whined, wanting nothing more in the world than to come. “Are you going to come all over my cock, pretty girl? Come for me. Give me everything.” He pushes you back down onto all fours and there’s nothing else you can do but succumb to how good it all feels.

You’re his and he’s yours. Your throat burns and you scream his name, a broken sob, as he talks you through your orgasm.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl. Did so well for me tonight, fuck –” Eddie comes for a second time tonight with a mangled yell, falling forward onto your back. “Fucking hell,” he laughed, slowly kissing up your spine. You were completely spent, feeling as though you were unable to move.

“You’re really good with your dick, you know that?”

“Flattery works with me,” he responded, pulling out and laying on his back besides you. “You might find yourself getting lucky again in a few hours.” He faced you, the both of you simply taking in the other’s appearance. You noticed the sweat dripping down and you wiped it away with your finger, smiling at him. “I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you too, y/n. Let’s get you cleaned up so you don’t fall asleep like this, yeah?” You nodded sleepily.

After a quick shower together, the two of you cuddled in bed – Eddie as big spoon, making you feel safe. Mork and Mindy was back on the TV and you didn’t give it a second thought.

#I’m reposting it since I deleted it the first time #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader

[sonnburn]

I've got way more thoughts on this episode than just my initial reactions, but I'm gonna get a little reactive first just to get it out of the way. For the record, these thoughts don't encapsulate my full opinions on the Day & Night backstory. I just wanna vent a little.

Okay? Okay.

Day confirming out loud that Night is at fault for him going blind. We all guessed it, but now we know (score one for us theorists!)

Finally telling Mork the details, Night was drunk and Day went to bring him home. Night's not even a mean drunk in the flashback, at most he's a little passive aggressive

Day was driving the night of the accident. And he got in the crash because Night was almost sick in his car and Day was busy looking around for something Night could throw up in instead of focusing on driving

First emotional reaction, this level of reckless driving ticks me off. Like Day, pull the fuck over! Stop driving and let him be sick on the side of the road, even SIX-LANE HIGHWAYS have a designated shoulder for people to pull over in case of emergencies. What are you doing, you could have gotten both Night and yourself killed!

Also, now I understand why Day keeps bringing up the car so much. He was so concerned with it getting dirty that it literally cost him his eyesight. Maybe it's a materialistic rich-person thing but like, who cares? You can get your car interior cleaned, hell you can probably afford to get it re-upholstered if it matters that much to you. Just letting Night throw up would have been another, safer alternative to taking your eyes off the road and nearly killing yourselves OR SOMEONE ELSE!

Okay, we need to talk about what he says next because I'm still seething a little. Day admits to Mork that he knows it was an accident. He knows it wasn't Night's fault. What he said to his father at the wedding wasn't true and he knows it, he was just lashing out (glad Day knows that much, at least). The reason Day treats Night the way he does is because of how Night changed after the accident. He feels replaced, he thinks Night used Day's disability as an opportunity to become the favourite son. He feels like he lost everything and Night gained it by proxy. He doesn't believe that Night feels sorry for even guilty about what happened since he received so much because of it. That is his reason for why he hates Night (Whether he actually believes this or is just weaving a narrative to justify his anger/bitterness is up for debate)

I'm sorry... but what? What? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!? Day is a flawed character and we love him for that, but holy shit Day this is the most spoiled-brat ass thing you've said in the entire show! You are so wrapped up in your own grief that it NEVER occurred to you that the reason Night changed is because he FEELS BAD!? You immediately jumped to the conclusion that it's all a facade— an act he's putting on for your mom to gain her favour, are you kidding me!? WHAT IS YOUR LOGIC, RICH BOY!? WHO THINKS LIKE THIS!?

I want to shake this man and tell him— DAY, the accident CHANGED YOU. You are a different person now than you were before, not because you're blind, but because you lost something and were traumatized by it. Loss changes us, for better or worse. But you weren't the only one in that car! Is it really so impossible to believe that you weren't the only one changed by what happened!? That you weren't the only one traumatized!? That Night acting different isn't just proof that he was changed by the accident too, as YOU were, but is proof of just how guilty and sorry he feels about it!? That just because Night didn't lose his sight, and "gained" everything you lost as you claim, that means he didn't lose anything!? HE LOST YOU, DUMBASS!!!

A little later in the episode when Day talks to his dad about whether Night really feels sorry, I fail to see why he even asked the question when he'd clearly already decided on his answer: he'll never forgive Night. And he has nothing to say when his Dad tells him it doesn't matter whether he forgives him or not, Night will never forgive himself. Then Day goes on to say he missed his dad and felt like something was missing his whole life. Day forgives his dad (who if you recall left his mom for another woman and went no-contact for like two decades) after a simple apology and an expression of regret for hurting his mom. You don't even remember this man, and you forgive him so easily!? Day, if you were at least consistent in not being able to forgive those who wronged you, I'd accept that, but REALLY!? You'll forgive him but not Night!? Fuck ALL the way off.

I'm glad to finally know what happened in terms of the accident, it's giving me a lot to think about. But despite my thoughts and feelings, we've got to keep in mind that we still don't know how Day and Night's relationship was before the accident. Everything about their past dynamic is up to speculation and therefore can't inform either of their reactions. If there was open resentment between the brothers, that would explain the conclusion Day jumped to regarding Night's personality change, but we don't know that's how it was. For us, the car crash happened in a vacuum and we still don't have all the facts.

We've only got three episodes left. We'll just have to wait and see.

#last twilight #last twilight the series #last twilight ep 9 #last twilight spoilers #night and day #i've got...thoughts #and feelings #and opinions #kind of a rant #fair warning #Night Kopnopphakhun

[raypakorn]

can you share more of your theories about why some home school characters were sent there?

so i don't tend to like to share theories because i know i will come off insane and that's why i share them with liz because he already knows this about me

so lets start with maki...and i know you're like but she wasn't sent there, she chose to go. did she tho? what we know about home school is that the unwanted children are sent there by their abusive/neglectful parents. which means that run had to be there by their father. i know you're like "he could have been a scholarship kid" and while sure maybe he was, their house just looked a little big from what we could see of it so i am going with that they were in fact rich before maki was given to the orphanage (which is a whole other board, i got going on but mostly that's just questions). i'm more than 100% sure that master amin knows exactly who maki is and i would even bet two nickels that he set it up for her to come to home school when it was her turn. we know amin told run to kill someone, could have very well been his own father. as it was clear that run had already been at home school at the point that his dad died...since like why else would he warn maki against it. you know warn her in the same way amin warned the children not to go into the forest because it's dangerous.....and yet they did anyway, just as she came to home school anyway as well.

my boy nai...now i'm crossing my fingers that the reason he was sent there is that his father has that toxic masculinity problem and thinks that nai just isn't "man" enough to handle their family name. as it's something mentions about their family needing to be handle pressure and well...nai doesn't handle that well. if anything he questions himself a lot and is always kind of surprised when people have faith in him. which, could be because for years his father has lowered his self-esteem. now my one fear is that nai also shows some stalker-like traits. i know we all want to clap our hands about how nai sticks up for white but....like that's also something stalkers can do as well. he's almost white-knighting himself into her heart and it's kind of weird that he showed up in the hall with her and jean. could be "right place, right time" but still worrisome. the other thing is copycatting behavior of tibet. again these things could be linked to his low self-esteem but again like everyone else he might need some therapy.

jingjai....my pot who calls the kettle black. i literally had to laugh when she admitted that she was fake because yeah girl, so why are you so mad at phleng? they both are two people who manipulate others and jingjai tends to do hers through sexual seduction. which, makes me a little afraid as to what got her sent to home school since she has a clear problem with seeing she has more to offer than just her body. also there is the whole fact that she mentions her dad living alone...yet her mom was the one who was there at the "exam". like either she is lying or her mom's use of "relief" of jingjai being accepted has something to do with the situation between her parents.

mek & mork...they need a get-along t-shirt...and so do their parents. if they could have sat further away from each other on that couch during the exam and been in the same frame, i'm sure they would have. they're likely going through a divorce, already have gone through one, or really in the desperate need of one. as a child of two divorces it can be very traumatic especially if their parents are not only pitting the twins against each other but using the kids against the other parent. which is what i wonder the whole your dad and your mom was about. maybe each parent has a favorite. them fighting could be exactly what got them sent to home school but i'm gathering we'll get to find out next ep as it did seem like they were slugging it out in the previews.

fuiji...now i know her dad is a woman-hater but i definitely think there's more to her story. as she is so quick to call everyone out, tell on them, and she has such a cancel culture mentality. her wording to phleng was specifically worrisome. and maybe it was that she just kept calling her dad out on his bullshit (as she should) but there's also the possibility that she ran into some other kind of trouble at school where she called someone else out. to be honest, if anyone is gonna stab the group in the back, i would put my money on her.

my happy but not so happy biw...no one smiles that much and isn't hiding so much pain. there's definitely something up with the way she's meant to appear so innocent with the bows and the pigtails and it's terrible concerning paired with her dad's words of wanting to hide her from the bad stuff in the world. pairing that with a shot of her in the trailer of what looks like her flashback, i feel like her backstory will most certainly need a tw.

jean..so i remember when liz and i were watching the first two eps and they were like "what even is the other guy's name?" and that says a lot about jean. he kind of keeps himself hidden behind hugo (hilarious when you compare heights) and really until the whole offer of paying the money he hadn't made a whole lot of waves. it's why if i had to put my money on someone being sent by a homophobic parent it's probably jean. and it very much ties into what his dad said about how home school "could change his son". that's homophobic slang for make him straight. and he also pulls a very vegas theerapanyakul move of having the lighter for hugo's cigarettes.

now as for hugo....he's my engima. i really couldn't gather to guess what got him sent to home school unless his dad was down right serious about wanting him to be a better person. which if that's the case then maybe it wasn't trauma at home that made him that way? it's obvious he has little dog syndrome and has to make himself appear bigger than he is. he could have very well been bullied when he was younger. not a reason to be a dick...but alas it happens.

oh and tibet...something fishy going on there too. because even if he is a scholarship kid...his mom would have had to sign all the same paper work to, right?

as i said these are just theories and we're only four episodes in. i am definitely curious to see how it all unfolds. and how well they'll stick together as a group. and also what's run deal is....(another board..yes i have many).

anyways if you read all this you deserve my love 💛

#i do think it's important to remember these characters are all children...aside from run #like if they're there for three years i assume most of them are 15-16 #and they've all clearly been through some shit and were sent away from their parents who didn't want them anymore #like you can disagree with them but remember to have some empathy i know i wasn't perfect when i was their age #hell i ain't even perfect now but a lot of them needed therapy (if not all of them) and have real mental disorders #i say all this to say be careful of how you speak about them #because while the characters obviously do not care there's people within this space who relate to them #home school the series #anon #asks

[morkofday]

4.8.2023 - MorkDay visiting Mork's place?

+ boys caught cuddling by P'Aof [x] Jimmy's pictures as Mork [x] [x]

We've now received some updates from the filming crew that would suggest we've moved from Day's house to Mork's place. The neighborhood they last filmed at seemed quite run-down and poor which am not surprised by. I just like the switch in mood this has brought with it bc while Day's house felt cold and almost clinical with all the clean lines and blue/gray colors, Mork's place feels homey and lived in with a lot of yellow and green. Obviously, we haven't seen too much of it, but the change is already very visible.

(One cool detail is the pictures on the wall you can spot in P'Aof's video. One picture is of Jimmy while the other one seems to be of a woman ppl assume might be his sister.)

This also affects MorkDay's relationship. As we've gotten out of Day's house, it's obvious that MorkDay's relationship has shifted from mutual distaste to something caring and more affectionate. Mork has allowed Day into his space, into his home and his workplace, while Day has become brave enough to adventure outside the safety of his house. Day is slowly growing and learning while Mork is probably experiencing being hit by the cold truth that what he does for Day might no longer be something he does just bc he gets paid for it.

Mostly I'm very excited about the stark contrast between these two places. It really shows how differently MorkDay live and how different they are as ppl. Without these circumstances that force them together (like the mock trailer states, neither of them has a choice), I don't think they would ever meet. Day is obviously from a fairly rich family while Mork struggles to even make ends meet. Day stays cooped up in his house until Mork; Mork seems like he refuses to even step one step in one of those rich neighborhoods in his regular life.

They're from completely different worlds which is probably why I love their dynamic so much. I'm personally a huge fan of fate/destiny as a thought and believe that in some ways we're destined to meet certain ppl that will shape us and our lives in some ways. But I also think we can affect how they shape us and which shape we finally take after they leave or become part of our lives, so these fateful meetings are just the chances offered to us. As some part of this thinking comes to play between MorkDay, I'm very excited to follow their relationship develop and for us to start seeing hints of how they were always supposed to meet, how they kind of needed this meeting. The comfort you once reach when you find your person/ppl is something I think can be more romantic than actual romantic love.

(Also very excited about Jimmy's pictures bc his outfit in those would suggest we've reached the era where they're going to film MorkDay traveling and adventuring around places. I am expecting the beach to make an appearance soon too!)

#last twilight #lt filming #if you saw me post this one no you didn't #sorry this is so late work has been hell #but gosh just look at them!! my best boys

[wereflamingo-in-thai-dramaland]

I see some people are expecting Jean to be The Gay One and I absolutely agree. He might not have been sent there for homophobic reasons, since he doesn't seem at all secretive about it, but since he is on the rebellious side it would still make sense if he was open about it despite growing up in a homophobic home.

What do I mean about being open about it? I'm guessing some people may have missed it, like I missed it on the first watch, but in ep 1, during the supposed welcome party, when he says "But I think it's delicious", he's covertly pointing at the corner Nai and Tibet are sitting in. Nai is the first one shown on camera, but Tibet is also there and shown right after, so it's not clear if he means just Nai or both of them, but clearly he's implying that one or both of them are attractive. Hugo, Mek, and Mork are in that conversation, so not only is he open about it with his new buddy that he only just bonded with, but also with kids he has spoken to even less. Not secretive at all.

Now, that doesn't mean I'm necessarily seeing ships here. His attraction can be very shallow (maybe he just likes tall guys) and/or one-sided (he's a bully and also straight people exist). But I have a special place in my heart for media with queer characters who despite not having visibly queer gender expression still get their queerness acknowledged outside of being in a relationship. Love is love is not the whole story. It doesn't have to be True Love Forever to be acceptable, there's nothing wrong with plain queer attraction and there's no reason why it shouldn't be represented. So if Jean doesn't get a romance subplot but does get to be horny on main about tall boys, that's also very good in my book.

So, I look at their interactions through that lense. Jean gets very smirky during an argument with Nai? Well, duh, he's getting attention from the tall hottie. He might have even been trying to bait him to get competitive by offering money, because it's been implied that Nai's family is A Big Deal, so he's probably richer. And then Nai actually gets in his face being all arrogant and dismissive and looming over him and half the audience dies a little?? Good for Jean 😏😏

And of course there's that standoff with Tibet in ep 2 that ends with them both suddenly looking away as if embarrassed. That one does not seem one-sided, but I'm not sure it's just an "oh, we're standing really close" moment. Did they already hook up and are now embarrassed about it? Was it at the school or do they know each other from before? Or maybe it's actually a broken past friendship, who knows, but there's definitely something there.

Also I could have sworn there was some kind of long look between them in ep 4, or possibly 3, but I'm probably misremembering because I can't find it.

#home school the series

[shortpplfedup]

Getting ready for our sky 2 I recently watched atos and claw and now have such a longing for moonlight chicken. And I watched the eclipse. I’m much happier and more impressed with this portion of the gmmtv bl ouvre. And ofc looking forward to seeing what Aof does this with series too. I guess to make this a question and not just rambling. What do you rank all the aired or airing our sky parent series? And how negative are the chances of seeing WatTine in an our sky 3 lmaooo

GMMTV has taken a leap forward in the last couple years, and I feel like Aof has been a big part of that not just in terms of the series he himself directs, but it seems like he's in charge of queer content as a whole for GMM now? It feels like they have an actual strategy instead of just falling into things now, and as a Virgo I enjoy a good strategy. I too am looking forward to Our Skyy 2 because I would LOVE for Our Skyy to become a regular thing for GMMTV (if they did a He's Coming to Me episode I'd plotz). I like anthologies, and I love leaving a space to continue stories that make sense to continue without the pressure of a second season, mini or movie. Special episodes are a great tool but they can be hard to produce as one-offs, so bundling a bunch of specials together is a pretty good production strategy. Close Friend did this with varying levels of success.

Anyway to come back to topic, and to your question, I had to go look back up all the Our Skyy source shows to remember who all was in 'em. There's shows where I didn't watch the original but watched the Our Skyy episode, and shows where I was decidedly meh on the original but liked the Our Skyy episode. And of course there's shows where I'm VIBRATING for the Our Skyy episode already. So my ranking is more like groupings, but I still have a top choice.

Didn't watch original, didn't/won't watch Our Skyy:

Puen/Talay, Vice Versa

Khabkluen/Daonuea, Star and Sky: Star in My Mind

Didn't watch original, watched and didn't like Our Skyy:

Pick/Rome, Senior Secret Love: Puppy Honey

Didn't watch original, watched and enjoyed Our Skyy:

In/Sun, My Dear Loser: Edge of 17 (this one was truly beautiful)

Mork/Tee, 'Cause You're My Boy

Kongpob/Arthit, SOTUS

Watched original, watched and didn't enjoy Our Skyy:

Pete/Kao, Kiss/Dark Blue Kiss

Watched original, watched and enjoyed/will watch Our Skyy:

Pat/Pran, Bad Buddy - I want to see the final resolution with the parents when Pran comes home from Singapore for good. This is the thing I am looking forward to the most.

Tian/Phupha, A Tale of Thousand Stars - Heart transplants can only extend life for so long. I want to see them face mortality and the limitations of their time together.

Tinn/Gun, My School President - I'd watch them read the phone book to each other.

Akk/Ayan, The Eclipse - I want to see an older Akk and Ayan go back to Suppalo for a reunion or something and see how the school has changed.

Neung/Palm, Never Let Me Go - I don't know what direction this is going in yet, but I think I'd prefer a side story to an epilogue.

Chay/Gun, A Boss and a Babe - I have money on this show being a dark horse, and if I'm right they can give me anything they want.

#our skyy #our skyy 2 #asks

[wheelsup]

Ok here's a concept dad spencer always bringing the baby to sleep with them even if she's not crying. And the reader disapproving because she knows that's the start of a bad habit.

this is 🥺the sweetest thing in the world. big man + tiny baby.

wc: just under 1k cw: spencer reid x fem!reader

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“You’re encouraging a bad habit, you know,” you sighed as Spencer peeled back the comforter from his side of the bed. For the severalth time that week, with your baby tucked securely in one of his arms, her space-themed sleep onesie matching his pajama bottoms. 

“No I’m not,” he pouted, climbing under the covers after carefully putting her down. “Besides, this little pumpkin isn’t capable of having bad habits.” He ruffled the wispy hairs on her head, earning a high giggle as she squirmed under the sheets between the two of you.

“I’m not talking about her,” you laughed, “I’m talking about you.” Spencer took offense to that.

“I do not have a bad habit,” he gasped, covering her tiny ears with his hands. He couldn’t let her hear those words and believe he was doing something wrong by having her by his side. “She wanted to sleep here. She was crying.” 

“Oh, really? She wanted to?” you raised your brows, leaning your face into his to challenge him. You bet that he couldn’t tell you that again while looking you in the eyes. “Or did you sneak into her room, steal her from her crib and bring her here because you wanted to?”

Spencer, a man of six feet of height, got impossibly small under your all-knowing stare. He sank deeper into the bed, drawing the plush white duvet up to his chin and hiding until all you could see were his eyes. Large, pouty, and full of guilt. 

“I knew it.”

“Come on! She’s only gonna stay this small for so long,” he reasoned. To make his (adorable) case, he grasped one of her legs and gave it a little wiggle, showing you how tiny she still was. And then both of them were giving you an undeniable set of puppy eyes, begging to let her stay. 

“Spencer Walter Reid, you cannot keep pulling her out of her own bed,” you sighed. Your actions said something else as you put one hand over her warm belly and hugged her closer. “One of you is going to take it really hard when she gets old and we can’t do this anymore.”

And though you meant Spencer, truthfully it could be either of them. While Spencer was thoroughly (and overly) attached, so was she. 

She’d notice if he wasn’t home for a day, and cry all the time until she saw his face. If he couldn’t make it happen by picking up a video call, then you’d have to hold up photos of him to trick her into thinking he was there.When he was home, she’d follow him everywhere. Crawling right alongside him while he was folding laundry, curiously peering into the basket, or sitting on the kitchen counter and being his sous-chef (sneaking cheerios from the box) while he cooked (prepared bowls of cereal). 

But Spencer got her accustomed to one habit already, and it was the root of the attachment issue. 

She discovered that, on the nights he was home, he would always be the one to come comfort her when she cried in the middle of the night. (For two reasons: one, he didn’t even have the willpower to try the ‘cry it out’ method, and two, to make up for all the three-a.m’s you’d have to do this while he was gone). 

You were convinced she started timing herself to only cry when he was home. Maybe even fibbed it, a little (a trait she surely learned from him) because as soon as he came to see if she needed anything – a bottle, a diaper change – she’d stop. She’d gotten her end goal the moment he walked into her room, which was just to have him there. 

He’d stay with her as long as she wanted, which would be all night long. After a few nights of accidentally falling asleep in her rocking chair and waking up with back pain, he found it was easier just to bring her into your bed. And she loved it. 

Spencer warmed even more as he watched you play with her, tapping softly on her belly with your fingertips. “See how much you love this?” he smiled, feeling like his case was made on why she should always sleep next to you.  

“You’re gonna make me the bad guy, eventually,” you mumbled, sticking your bottom lip out as you focused on her getting drowsier.

As much as you did love having her with you, you had to be the voice of reason. He was setting a precedent of caving in and you knew it would eventually become a problem right around the time she turned into a toddler. You could picture the tantrums now, and picture him giving in to every little whim of hers, with you ending up as the one who has to say no all the time.  

“Nuh-uh.” He scooped her up and placed her on your chest so you could cradle her. “When she gets older, I’ll stop,” he promised, pressing a kiss onto your temple. 

You chuckled lowly, rolling onto your side with the baby on her back next to you. “No, you won’t.” There’s no way he’d ever be able to resist giving her anything she wanted.  It was cute that he believed he’d even be capable of that.

“Okay, I won’t,” he laughed and shuffled closer, pushing himself flush against your side. He held you the same way you held her, stretching his arm so it spanned over your waist and stopped just over her belly, both of you tucked safely under him. Big spoon, little spoon, littlest spoon. “Is that so bad?” 

Closing your eyes, you hummed playfully as you pretended to think it over. For the severalth time that week, you melted into the bed, wrapped up in the warmth of your little family as you nodded off to sleep. “No,” you sighed, a smile ghosting it’s way across your face, “I guess it’s not.”

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[stormyoceans]

Do u also lowkey getting the feeling like they've lowkey changed the plot to something we haven't headcanoned yet about the show, like lowkey. The words like 'moving' 'walking' 'traveling' are often been tossed around a lot more. And the fitting pic of morkday's travelling clothes and attire seems to be more on focused lowkey. Makes one curious if they've changed the caretaker and stays in his house plot to something new or more. This isn't necessarily negetive it's just making me tempted in a whole new spectrum just need to wait and see

it’s interesting that you mention this, anon, because i actually had the same feeling too!!! though to be fair im not sure if this impression is mainly due to the workshop video where they're practicing walking together and then jimmy tweeting “phi is ready to take nong on a walk” ;;;;;;

i do think, however, that some hints of it can already be found in the mock trailer as well, and that in general the story does seem to put a lot of focus on moving. of course right now it's all speculation, but it does look like we’re gonna find both day and mork in a very stagnant position at the beginning of the show: day is secluding himself at home because of the accident, while mork is stuck in the same neverending cycle of trying to get to the end of the week without things ever changing. in a way both of their lives have basically come to a halt, but meeting each other is gonna kickstart them back into motion. by clashing and quarreling and spending time together, not only they will get closer, but they will also push each other out of this safe bubble they’ve closed themselves into and finally get a chance to grow

those last 180 days before day completely loses his sight are actually a journey they’re gonna take together, quite literally walking side by side as they get to experience things they never did before and relearn to appreciate things they already did, and doing this is gonna change them deeply, it’s gonna finally make them step away from the past and move forward into the future

so yeah i do think there is this idea of.. 'dynamism' behind the show that i actually really hope they're gonna lean into, but like you said we're just gonna have to wait and see!!!!

#WHEN I TELL YOU THIS SHOW IS PROBABLY GOING TO DESTROY AND HEAL ME BOTH AT THE SAME TIME #i just do really need day riding on the back of mork's bike as they go experience the world together and learn to live again #DEEP DREAMY SIGH #last twilight the series #morkday #m: ask

[dtyfp]

Jealous

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"Chenle, can you pass me my phone?" Mark asks. His phone was right beside Chenle, but the younger Chinese boy doesn't even react to his name being called.

"I guess I'll get it myself then," Mark mutters under his breath as he reaches across the table and grab his phone himself. He walks a little further before stopping at Jaehyun and tossing his phone beside him.

"Hyung, pass me my phone," Mark narrows his eyes. Jaehyun easily passes it over, to deep into a conversation with Mingyu to bother questioning why. Mark tuts and walks away, wondering why Chenle was suddenly so mad.

Lily comes in later with Nabi, when NCT's dressing room is a emptier, per usual considering everyone had begun making their way home. NCT Dream members lounge together, waiting for everyone to finish getting ready.

"Chenle, can you please pass my bag?"

Once more, he acts as if he hadn't heard you. Mark notices and comes over, having received the same silent treatment.

"Chenle-"

"Who's Chenle? What happened to Lele? I haven't been just Chenle in 4 years!" Chenle bites back, arms crossed, clearly a little upset. You and Mark both stare at each other, dumbfounded, trying to recall a moment in which you may have upset him.

"Yah, wait-hold up, are you guys mad at us?" Mark asks incredulously, glancing over at Nabi who turned around once noticing the commotion.

"Renjun-"

"So now I'm Renjun?" Renjun spits almost accusingly.

"Yes? Isn't that your name?" you ask confusedly. What had you been calling him for years now if that wasn't his name?

"Are you being-I can't believe-woah, is this another joke? Why are you all so mad all of a sudden?" Mark stutters.

"Because, Mork, you two act like you're not even in Dream anymore. You might as well just join that new girl group," Jaemin answers, directing the latter part at you.

"Yah, who do you think you're talking to? Am I not still your noona? Is that how you talk to people older than you?" you reprimand as Jaemin crosses his arms and leans back into the couch. Sure, he was upset but you won't be talked down to.

"No," he admits begrudgingly.

"I already told you I rejected that offer, you were the ones that asked me to reject that offer, why are you suddenly bringing that up?" you ask, softer this time. You knew the offer had troubled their minds quite a bit, but you thought that issue had been resolved.

"You two don't come over as often anymore, Lily doesn't even cook for us anymore, and last time I checked, I have always "agi" or "love" or something but now you are very comfortable calling me by my name. You might as well just slap me across the face!" Jeno spazzes. Are you seriously getting in trouble for calling them by their names?

"What? Aish, I have a headache," Mark complains as he rubs his temple. He couldn't even fathom how they got that impression.

"If you're hungry, we can order you some food," you offer.

"I don't want ordered food, I want food you make for me. I want those stupid little kimbap rolls you always bring to these things," Jisung pouts.

"Yah, Jisung Park, who said you can talk to her like that? I thought we raised you better than that," Mark defends.

"Sorry," Jisung huffs quietly.

"If they're stupid you don't have to eat them," you tell Jisung, though you still hand over your bag. He grabs it and opens a kimbap roll, biting into it angrily, huffing and puffing as he swallows. Honestly, it was a little cute.

"They're not stupid, mianhae" he relents a little, unable to meet your eyes, cheeks puffed with food.

In truth, the 6 boys in front of you felt guilty. They knew you had a rough year, and that the two of you had been busy with SuperM for a while, but they couldn't help but feel a little neglected. Even though it was obvious neither forgot about them, seeing as how they received gifts from nearly every country they visited, but it wasn't the same as spending time together.

"Aigoo...are you six jealous?" you ask amusedly.

"I don't like sharing and now, all of a sudden, the two of you are too busy for us," Jeno pouts. They missed being the centre of their attention.

"Aw, you're all so cute-ah. Alright, come on, Lily and I will pay for dinner, let's go out," Mark laughs once he realizes they were just a little jealous. Their mood changes quickly as they all jump up and run to grab their things, leaving you both bewildered as you sit and gather your bearings.

"How is it that we've been on tour this entire year, joined a whole other group and everything, are in the midst of two international tours, and now we're in trouble for not hanging out with them?" Mark asks as he turns to you.

"What did Chenle call us the other day, approachable punching bags? It was your idea anyway, you said we should give them space," you remind him.

"Yah, you agreed with me! We said they were fully capable of leading Dream without us picking up after them and that we'd give them space so they could figure out how to do stuff without us. And, Lily, if you hadn't noticed, we've been on tour this entire year so obviously we'd have nothing but space," he rebuts before you can shift the blame onto him.

"Hajima, the two of you seriously looked like parents just now," Nabi laughs, interrupting your little banter.

"If I knew all I had to get them was dinner, I wouldn't have bothered with the gifts. Are you okay with us ditching you tonight?" Mark asks his sister. The three of you had plans to go out, but after seeing the 6 upset boys, your plans seemingly changed.

"Yeah, it's no problem. Jaehyun wanted to hang out anyway," Nabi assures you both, picking up her phone to presumably check and see if her boyfriend was still available.

"Yah, why am I paying for this dinner? It was your idea," you suddenly recall.

"Last time I checked, I wasn't the one giving them little nicknames they're using against us right now," he jeers. The two of you stop for a moment and stare at each other.

"You need a vacation," Nabi hums without looking up. Since the beginning of this year, you had been busy. You had begun the first couple legs of NCT 127's tour, completed pre-debut preparations for SuperM, debuted in SuperM with all the promotions that came with it, and began another tour before the first even finished. Not to mention your own personal issues you've been forced to deal with.

"Next year," Mark agrees.

"Next year we're already planning at least two 127 comebacks," you remind him.

"After," Mark relents.

"After that we're doing another 2 NCT albums and a SuperM one," you remind him.

"Well damn, Lily, I'm hearing a lot of problems and not many solutions. We'll sleep when we're dead," Mark gives in. Nabi can't help but laugh and quickly says her goodbyes before leaving.

"Noona, we're ready!" Haechan calls.

"Hajima, why's Haechan mad? He was on tour with us the entire time," you remind him.

"Lily! Mark!" Chenle's shrill scream calls.

"Aigoo," you jump.

"When did we let them start speaking informally with us? I don't remember giving them permission," you ask.

"My first and my last era. And they didn't ask, they just started doing it and we were outnumbered," Mark reminds you as he gets up and pulls you along with him.

"We might actually sleep when we're dead by the way things are going, you know?" you tell him as you follow the others out.

"But damn, what a good sleep it'll be."

#24th member of nct #nct #nctdream #superm #Kpop imagine #Kpop oc #dtyfp

[otptings]

Studio Time

w/Mark Lee

-fluff, use of dude a lot (it’s Mark),  suggestive smut (studio head (f receiving))

I am seriously lacking with fluff in my daily life so enjoy this. Pure fluff, all centered around Mark Lee (I lied it ended up not being pure fluff) first time writing smut so I apologize it’s not that good

I  stared at my boyfriend, amazed by how lucky I got. However annoyance was the emotion that truly stood out in this moment. Standing in the doorway of the studio he was currently in, I listened to Mark work on lyrics for a new Dream song. Their first full album was coming out, and ever since Mark was put back in Dream he was incredibly nervous. 

Mark works hard. That is a well known fact. He has a lot of expectations on his shoulders. He’s an amazing singer, dancer, and rapper. Awkward Canadian when off stage to the amazing confident person he is on stage. Mark works harder than he needs to keep up with all of the expectations.

He wakes up and goes to the studio, then goes to the practice room to work on his dancing for a few more hours. Even when he is back at the dorms, I'll be laying on his bed while listening to him work on more songs, and more lyrics. He’s so busy with the album and both comebacks that he barely has time for me. That’s not even including all of the Dream, and 127 YouTube videos that they’ve been posting. 

That’s why I'm here. Outside of his studio. Holding a bag full of fried chicken, kimchi stew, and some drinks. All of Mark’s favorite food. I know that when Mark is intensely working he tends to forget to take care of himself. Physically, emotionally and mentally. He refuses to take a break until the comeback is successfully over, but by then a new comeback is in the works. 

It breaks my heart to see him working himself so hard. I know that this a dog eats dog world but I wish that for once he would see it from my point of view, and take a break, even if it’s only for 1 millisecond. That way I wouldn’t have to see the bags under his eyes, or hear about his diet and how he needs to stop eating so much. (In his mind that means to not eat at all to make sure he stays in shape which constantly has me on the verge of ripping my hair out) 

Knocking on the door I watched as Mark’s head turned towards me quickly, out of shock. 

“Babe? What are you doing here dude?” Walking over to him I pulled his chair away from the table and turned it so it was facing the couch. Placing the food down I sat down beside it and started to open everything.

“Forcing you to take a break. You need to eat, I don’t like watching my boyfriend waste away.” For once instead of fighting me, Mark just allowed me to nag at him. After fixing his plate up, I handed it to him and saw him looking at me with a dopey smile. “What?”

Mark shook his head before stuffing some of the stew in his mouth. “I really love you.” I felt my ears heat up, and looked down. Grabbing another plate I started to serve myself before realizing that Mark had already finished half of his plate. 

“See. You’re hungry. I hate when you get like this Mark.” Staring down at my plate I felt all of my worried thoughts come to the forefront of my brain. We have this conversation every comeback, and I will never get tired of it, only because I know he’ll listen for awhile but forget about it by the next comeback. I would repeat myself over, over, and over again if it meant that Mark was taking care of himself. 

Me and Mark sat in silence, quietly listening to the beat that he was working on replaying itself automatically after it finished. After we finished eating I started placing everything back in the bag. When I stood up to leave though Mark grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him. Wrapping his arms around my waist he stared at me with the same dopey smile from earlier. 

“I really love you dude. So much.” 

“I love you too Mark,” Mark sat down on the couch pulling me down with him. Straddling his lap I felt my face heat up again from our position. No matter how long Mark and I have been together I still get butterflies every time we do anything remotely intimate, “What’s got you so touchy feely all of a sudden?”

“ Dude, I have a beautiful girl, who loves me enough to make me take a break and take care of myself when I haven’t seen her in a while.” Mark pouted at his last sentence I moved my hand up to play in his hair. Lifting his chin up to me I gave him another kiss. 

“Because I care about you, and I know you’re busy. It’s okay.” Suddenly Marked flipped our positions so I was laying on the couch with him hovering overtop of me. My eyes went wide as I realized this and I let out a nervous laugh after how the mood changed from sweet, to something more. Something way more intimate, and nasty. 

One of Mark’s hand held him up, while his other held a grip on my waist. Mark leaned down and connected our lips this time for much longer. I wrapped my arms around his neck forcing him to just put his weight on me as I spread my legs to give him space in-between them. I sighed into the case as I felt him start to grind into me slowly. I bit Mark’s lip making him groan and open his mouth allowing my tongue in. Our tongues moved together slowly, despite how needy we were getting. I could taste the sweet juice that we drank earlier, from me or from him I don���t know. 

I felt Mark’s hand slide to the top of my sweatpants before he pulled back from the kiss. Quickly sliding my pants down he turned me so he was in between my legs as he knelt on the floor. Mark laid kisses down my thighs, towards my pussy, before skipping over it and going to my thigh. Whining I ran my fingers through his hair trying to get him to get the message, he ignored me and bit down into my thigh causing me to gasp from shock more than the pain. 

“Stop teasing, please Mark.” Finally listening to me, Mark looked up at me keeping eye contact as he finally gave me some attention where I needed it. I gasped as his tongue licked up towards my clit slowly, bordering on tortuous. After the first slow lick Mark swirled his tongue around my clit and I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan. Thank god for the sound proofing. 

Mark was good at everything. We’ve already established that. I meant everything. Mr. Mork was amazing in bed, especially with his tongue. Rappers you know. Mark also wasn’t the same one that you would see in the videos. The awkward one, that laughed at everything. Disappeared completely whenever we got intimate. He was amazing, and he was also a tease. 

As soon as the first moan left my lips, Mark went to suck on my completely ignoring my moans, and the way I pulled his hair. Releasing my clit he went back to licking my pussy while his thumb ran over my clit. My legs instinctively tried to close but Mark held them open with his other hand. His grip tightened on my leg to keep me from closing them again. I felt my eyes roll back when he switch his position again and went back to sucking on clit harshly while his fingers finally slide into my opening. The harsh gasp that left my lips as I felt the fire in my stomach growing bigger. 

Looking down at Mark I saw him looking back at me, lust shining brightly in his eyes while my essence was all over his chin. At that sinful visual I felt myself cum with Mark’s name on my lips. I felt my thighs shake from my orgasm. Mark stood up helping me redress as I lay slightly boneless. Mark moved us so that I was laying on top. 

“What about you?” I mumbled feeling myself starting to doze off already. Mark laughed before rubbing my cheek, and kissing me on my forehead.

“I’m good that was a thank you for always being caring. Take a nap I’ll lay with you, then when you wake up we’ll go home okay?” I nodded my head before allowing myself to doze off. God I loved him and his studio time.

#Mark lee #nct mark lee #mark lee smut #nct smut #nct fluff #nct 127 smut #nct 127 fluff #Kpop smut #kpop fluff #dream fluff #dream smut #nct dream smut #nct dream fluff #nct 127 mark lee #nct dream mark lee #lee.minhyung #lee minhyung

[jojotichakorn]

Dear Archer,

All jokes aside, thanks SO much for answering all of my messy asks re: new GMMTV series. I will try to reply as orderly as I can.

re: Good Old Days. Gosh, my dumb ass completely missed that the controversial age gap was in this drama. (Guess that’s drama before the drama even started… 🙄) And I think in this plot out of all of them it just wasn’t necessary. 🤷‍♀️ So I absolutely get what you mean. Besides, I think that precisely BL dramas (at least the Thai ones) have proven that you don’t need to cast a older actor to play an older character and vice versa. (Obviously you don’t want Glee scenarios of adults playing children -> every full moon I’m haunted by memories of stanning a show in which 30-somethings portrayed 15-yos. 😩) That way, you can have the looks of a considerable age difference without the creepy implications. 😐 (I’ll get to EarthMix later, but I think that’s a really good example; or Mork & Sun in Dark Blue Kiss (depending on the age of actors, my age difference limit would been between 4-6 yrs). Talking about older people, what I meant was that I liked the concept of this show a lot. (Im general, my rookie self thinks it can perceive a trend where GMMTV diversifies its genres a bit. 🙈 And I am a fan so far. 🙂) But I hoped there would be a more inter-generational approach to the characters (older characters who experienced smth in a further past than 25 years ago) and therefore the objects sold in the stor-y (🏬 very bad pun, sorry 🤭).

re: 10 Years Ticket. We are both gonna give Ohm so much praise for this next year. “I feel it in my singers, I feel it in my tones.” 🎶 High-five bestie! 🙌

re: My Precious. I think this is definitely too sweet for my taste. (Hehe, “taste”.) And I definitely need to binge at least 10 seasons of Law & Order SVU after that. (That’s me: mixing up sweet coming of age with murder and crime. 😈)

re: Home School. This is probably too angsty for both of our tastes. But I like the fact that two of the main roles are played by actors (Dew & Nani) who’ll have their acting debut tomorrow in F4 Thailand (another show I’m low-key curious about…but tbh as long as it features Win I’m probably going to watch it regardless 🤫…CENSOR CENSOR…I need to shut myself in order to not give myself away! 🤐). I just think it’s really cool they get such a major opportunity (and from the promo stuff for F4 Thailand, they both seem adorariable 💕 -> sorry, this one was wai to far-fetched! 😬)

re: Earth-Mix. (I feel confident I can check this one off in one paragraph. 💪 ) As far as Midnight Chicken is concerned; yes I agree, that one is bound to be a success. But they both seem very enthusiastic about Cupid’s Last Wish (apart from missing their cats that is 😹), so that keeps me hopeful. I just don’t how I will handle the inevitable mess that will be the plot. 🥲 (Yes, I may have become a loyal subscriber to Earth-Mix Space bc it features them, cats and food. I’m a simple soul, I don’t need a whole lot else 🙃)

Allrighty, that was it. Just 10 minutes on the clock, I’m going to prepare lunch so I’ll have something to munch (special pun for those who like old school L&O SVU 🤓).

~ operanon 🎼

my dearest operanon, you already have some brownie points from me for mentioning morksun ;) and i do agree with what you said about good old days.

i can't wait to see ohm in 10 years ticket!! he said at its presentation that he gets to show his side as an actor that he hasn't really gotten a chance to show before, and i am just SO excited!!

i am actually a huge fan of everything sweet, i love fluff, my favorite genre is literally romcoms, so my precious is kind of exactly up my alley tbh!!

i agree about home school being a bit too angsty, but love to see you instantly outing yourself as a win stan. good for you, he is an absolute sweetheart.

and omg since you're an earthmix stan - as i told all of you during the line-up, go get your food hens!! this is gonna be your year!!

#archer responds #operanon

[mldrgrl]

prompt: Mulder and Scully being competitive with each other over silly things - Jeopardy? solving the case before the end of an episode of some sort of forensic crime show? how many slices of pizza they can eat? a board game? etc.

Loved this one, Anon, thank you so much.  And I was in the mood to whip up something humorous.  Went to sleep last night thinking about it.

Half and Half

by: mldrgrl Rating: PG

“I’m dying to get out of this suit,” Scully says.  “Give me ten minutes and then we can go through the report?”

“I’ll leave the connecting door unlocked,” Mulder says as they exit their rental car and head to the doors to their rooms.  “Come over when you’re done and we’ll order in.”

She sighs in relief as she kicks off her heels at the door.  She tosses her blazer to the side, unbuttons her shirt, and loosens her skirt.  She clips her hair back, washes her face, and changes into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.

File folders under her arm, she taps lightly on the connecting door before she pushes it open.  Mulder is sitting at the edge of the bed, tie off and buttons undone at the neck.  His shirtsleeves are rolled up and he’s yelling at the TV.

“What is Mork & Mindy!” he yells.  “Mork and Mindy, you idiots.  Everyone knows ‘nanu nanu.’”

“We were looking for, ‘What is Mork & Mindy?’” Alex Trebeck says.

“Obviously,” Mulder says.  “How did you people even get on the show?”

“What are you doing?” Scully asks.

“Playing Jeopardy.”

“TV Catchphrases for $400, Alex.”

“Book ‘em, Danno.”

“What is Hawaii 5-0,” Mulder yells, just as Scully says, “Hawaii 5-0.”

Mulder makes the sound of a buzzer.  “You have to answer in the form of a question, Scully, or it doesn’t count.”

“I still knew the answer.”

“You mean, the question.”

“Do you want to debate the semantics of Jeopardy or go over the reports?”

“Sure, sure.”

“Let’s try Shakespeare Who Said it? for $200.”

“Double double, toil and trouble.”

“Who are the witches?” Mulder answers.

“Who are the three witches of Macbeth,” Scully says at the same time.

“Who is Macbeth?” answers the first contestant to ring in.

“Oh, come on,” Scully says.  “You can’t be that dumb.”

“Right?”

“Not quite what we’re looking for,” Alex answers.  Finally, the second contestant answers correctly.

“Shakespeare Who Said It for $300.”

“I prithee daughter do not make me mad.”

“Baptista, maybe,” Mulder answers.  “Who is Baptista?”

“No, who is King Lear?” Scully disagrees.

“Who is King Lear?”

“Who is, King Lear.  Act 2, scene 4, referring to Goneril.  And that will lead us to our first commercial break.  More to come after these words from our sponsors.”

“I should’ve known that one,” Mulder says, scooting over to make room for Scully on the bed.  “$600 to $500, I’m winning.”

“How do you figure that?”

“You lost Hawaii 5-0 to incorrect phrasing.”

“You didn’t establish the rules.  $600 to $900, I’m winning.”

“I didn’t have to establish anything, those are the inherent rules of Jeopardy.  Everybody knows that.”

“Mulder, I’m here to go over these reports,” Scully answers, holding up the file folders that have been tucked under her arm the whole time.  She is still standing.

“How about a little wager?”

“On what?”

“Winner orders the pizza of their choice, loser pays.”

“Come on, Mulder.”

“You don’t think you can beat me?”

“No, I know I can beat you.  I just want to get this review done so I can go to bed.”

“Scully, it’s 7 o’clock.  The review can wait.  Unless you’re just chicken.”

“Very mature.”

“Triple dog dare you?”

Scully held her hand out as though to shake Mulder’s.  “We start with a clean slate going in from the commercial and we make our own wagers on Double Jeopardy questions.”

“I’ll keep score!”  Mulder leaves Scully’s handshake hanging in the breeze and jumps up to grab the complimentary pad of paper and pen on the motel desk, which she snatches from him as soon as he comes back to sit down.

“I’ll keep score,” she says.

“You are the math geek.”

They sit through contestant bios and Alex Trebek’s vaguely sarcastic comments on the tidbits they’ve chosen to share with the audience.  When the game starts back up again, there are two answers left in Shakespeare Who Said It? and every answer available in Civil War Nicknames, The Old West, and American Folklore.

Unsurprisingly, Mulder dominates the folklore category, but they tie for two answers.  They both struggle with The Old West more than Civil War Nicknames, but the answers there are easier to decipher within the clues.  Mulder is up $700 when the first Daily Double comes up in The Old West.

“$200,” Scully says.  “I already don’t even want to know the answer.”

“$500,” Mulder answers.  

“Suffering from tuberculosis and alcoholism, this dentist turned gunslinger died in a sanitarium at the age of 36.”

“Who is Doc Holliday,” Scully answers.

“Who is Bat Master..dammit!” Mulder replies just a beat behind her.

“You should’ve known that one.”

“It was the first thing that popped into my head.  What’s the damage?”

“We’re tied.”

“All right, next round, it’s getting serious.”

“Prepare to pay for a large vegetarian with extra olives.”

“Ugh, vegetables on pizza is the antithesis to the point of pizza.”

“And what is the point of pizza?”

“All the pepperoni you can handle and then add in some sausage for good measure.”

“You’re a heart attack waiting to happen, Mulder.  When was the last time you had your cholesterol checked?”

“In May, actually.  Fit as a fiddle.  Here we go, round 2.”

“...categories are: Before & After, Science, Word Origins, Potpourri, The Body Human, and finally, Astronomy. ”

The contestants seem fixated on Potpourri and Before & After, to Mulder’s relief.  He isn’t ready for Scully to completely smoke him in the Science and The Body Human categories.  He figures if he can do well enough in the first two, he might be able to hold firm and maybe they might get to Astronomy where he can make a comeback.  Sure enough, she responds so quickly in the first two Science answers he can’t even get a word out.

“Born this year, a sheep named this introduced the world to cloning.”

“Dolly!” Mulder yells, too excited about knowing a Science question he forgets to phrase it properly.

“Who is Dolly,” Scully corrects.

“Dammit!”

“Your rules.”

“I know, I know.  Still, dammit.”

Blessedly, the contestants leave Science and migrate to Astronomy and since the first answer is the planet nicknamed The Red Planet, a Jeopardy equivalent of low-hanging fruit, they stick with it.  The first Daily Double of the 2nd round hits them at the $800 question in Astronomy.

“I’m up by $1,600,” Scully says.  “You have $3,900.”

“I’m going to make it a true Daily Double.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“$600,” Scully says, after a few moments hesitation.

Mulder worries his bottom lip with his teeth and waits for the answer to come.

“This spiral galaxy is named for an Ethiopian princess in Greek Mythology.”

“What is Andromeda!” They both yell.

Mulder realizes he’s sweating after the last question and even though it paid off, he vows not to make that kind of gamble again.  Scully berates herself for not being more confident in her astronomy knowledge as she now trails Mulder by $1,700, which may or may not be easy to recover from.

Time runs out before all the clues are revealed and the 2nd Daily Double is never found.  By final Jeopardy, they’re nearly neck and neck, with Mulder at $9,100 and Scully at $8,500.

“The final category is: Computers.”

“Good thing The Gunmen aren’t here,” Mulder says.  “Gimme one of those sheets of paper and we can write our wagers and guesses like the others.”

Scully rips off a piece of paper and they both take nearly all of the commercial break to come up with their wagers.  Scully folds her paper in half with the wager face down.  Mulder turns his over and places it on the bed.

“And here we go with the final answer.  Born in 1815, this daughter of a famous poet published an algorithm for a mechanical calculator and is believed by some to be the first ever computer programmer.”

Mulder writes his answer immediately and Scully taps her pen against her teeth as the final Jeopardy music winds down.  She finally picks up her paper and memorializes her guess before the final note.

“Whatcha got?” Mulder asks.

“I want to see their answers first,” Scully replies.

Mulder bounces his knee in anticipation.  The contestant in 3rd place answers incorrectly with Dora Wordsworth, but only wagered $1.

“I hate when they do that,” Scully says.  “It’s not The Price is Right.”

“Listen, if the category was Nuclear Physics, I might only be waging $1 as well.”

“Too bad it wasn’t.”

The contestant in 2nd place also answers incorrectly with “Who is ____?” and ends up with $4500.  Mulder shakes his head.

“At least put something,” he says.

“Seriously,” Scully agrees.

“And now Judith, our three day champion, currently in the lead with $13,800.  What did she guess?  Who is Ada Lovelace?  Daughter of Lord Byron, known for her work on Charles Babbage’s Analytical Engine, August Ada King, Countess of Lovelace, or Ada Lovelace.  And how much did Judith wager?  $7,000, bringing her three day total to $65,941.”

“Alright, Scully, moment of truth.”

“Count of three?” she asks.

“Is that one, two, reveal?  Or one, two, three, reveal?”

“One, two, reveal.”

“Okay.  One, two…”  

They both turn their papers around.  Both answered Who is Ada Lovelace?  They both grin.

“Frohike would be so tickled with your familiarity with the mother of computer programming,” Mulder says.  

“Yeah?  How does he feel about your familiarity with her?”

“Pretty jealous, actually.”

“What was your wager?”

Mulder turns over the paper again to show her.  “$3,000.  You?”

Scully bites her lip a little and then flips the fold of her paper for Mulder to see.  “$8,000.”

“$8,000!”

“Go big or go home, right?”

“Damn, Scully.  You’re a monster.  In a good way, obviously.  But, damn.  So, I guess that vegetarian is on me.”

“Extra olives.”

“With extra olives.”  He grimaces and gets up to grab the Yellow Pages in the nightstand.  

Scully opens up her file folders and begins sorting the reports for review across the end of Mulder’s bed as he searches for a pizza parlor.  He’s on the phone fairly quickly after browsing the phone book.

“Yes, I’d like to place an order for delivery,” Mulder says.  “A large.  Vegetarian.”

“Half vegetarian,” Scully interrupts without looking up.  “Half pepperoni and sausage.”

“Sorry, half vegetarian, half pepperoni and sausage.  Extra olives on the vegetarian side, please.  Yeah, I’ll hold.”  Mulder drops the phone to his shoulder while hold music plays and smiles slightly.  “Scully, you interested in a rematch tomorrow night?”

“Depends on how interested you are in buying another pizza.”

The End

#i wrote this #xf fanfic #humor #so competitive #Anonymous

[johnsamericano]

“Kind” l.t.y

Pairing: dom!Taeyong x sub!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Explicit sex, fingering, thigh riding, teasing, dirty talking, praising, oral (male receiving), taeyong is a little possessive.

Summary: Everyone liked Taeyong because of his soft attitude. Despite being nerdy he was really popular amongst girls because of his kindness. But that was all a facade. But only you would have the honor to meet the real him.

“Dude, we’re gonna be late for class.” Your best friend and roomate Mark had the wonderful idea of ordering a coffee 5 minutes before your class started.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be quick.”

He wasn’t. Mark spent 10 minutes deciding what coffee he wanted and by the time we had his order, we were already 20 minutes late.

Mrs. Jung, our teacher, gave us a long lecture about being on time.

“We’re really sorry, it won’t happen again.” We both bowed.

“It’s okay, go take a seat.”

The classroom was almost full. Luckily, we found some seats in the third row. Mark was seating on my right, while my classmate, Lee Taeyong, was sitting on my right.

“Hey, I can lend you my notes on the things you missed.” Despite of being classmates, you never talked to each other. And still, he was offering you his notes.

“Thank you so much, you’re a life saver.” His smile was so warm. “I’ll try to copy them as fast as possible.”

With that being said, you started writing on your own notebook. Mark was peeking over your shoulder to copy what you were writing.

The class came to an end. Once again, you thanked Taeyong.

“No worries.” He patted your shoulder before leaving the classroom.

“Dude, he likes you.”

“Shut up, Mork.” He whined.

“It’s Mark, how many times do I have to repeat myself?” You laughed at him.

The next days you kept talking to Taeyong. The rumors about him were true, he was the kindest person you’ve ever met. That’s why you didn’t suspect anything when he invited you over to his house to study.

“Sorry I’m late, I got lost.” You took of your shoes and entered the apartment. “You live alone?”

“Yup, can I offer you something to drink?”

“A glass of water, please.” The place was super neat for a college student. Unlike the apartment you shared with Mark.

“Here you go.” He handed you the drink with a smile.

“Don’t you feel lonely sometimes? I literally can’t imagine living alone.”

“You live with your parents?” You both sat on the couch.

“No, my parents live in Busan.” You left your backpack on the floor. “I live with Mark.”

Taeyong frowned slightly.

“You two are a thing?”

“Hell no.” He could never be attracted to you. “We’ve been friends since kindergarten, our parents have known each other since they were in college. Plus, he’s gay.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Let’s start studying, I need to be home on time for dinner.” You started to unpack your books.

Taeyong scoffed.

“What’s wrong?” He has a slight smirk.

“Are you really that oblivious?” His hand reached out for your cheek.

“Hold up, what’s going on?” Taeyong’s smirk grew wider.

“Did you really think I invited you over to study?” You nodded. “You’re as clueless as Mark.”

Before you could say anything else, he crashed his own lips with yours. Your mind went blank. What are you supposed to do in this situations?

“Wait.” You pulled away. “We barely know each other. We started talking a week ago.”

“You barely know me. I’ve been watching you ever since the semester started.” His gaze never left your lips.

“That sounds creepy.” You whispered to yourself.

His hand started rubbing your thigh. His touch gave you goosebumps.

“Let me make you feel good tonight.” A familiar warm sensation started building in your core. “Just say yes.” Well, at least he was a gentleman.

Your mind started searching for an answer. He was terribly handsome and sweet, although you still didn’t know if he was just being nice to get into your pants.

“Okay.” Your mouth answered before your brain could process the information.

He patted his lap. “Come here.” You did as he said. “You have no idea how much I’ve jerked off with the thought of you.” His hands wandered all over your back. “Naked, moaning my name and begging for my cock.”

Your core was aching, you needed some relief.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He grabbed your hips to stop you from grinding on his crotch.

The heat between your legs was growing. “Please Taeyong, just touch me already.”

He left a peck on your lips, and started leaving a trail of kisses from your jaw to your collarbone. He easily got rid of your blouse. The kisses continued over the fabric of your bra. You were getting desperate for more, so you unclasped the bra and threw it somewhere. He just smiled and started playing with your nipples. Soft moans started to leave your mouth.

“Do you like this?” He slightly pinched your sensitive bud. Your legs trembled. It felt like you could cum right there.

His hands left your breast and started taking off your skirt. His thumb rubbed your clothed clit.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore.” No man had ever made you feel as needy as Taeyong did.

“You can’t take what? Use your words baby.” He knew exactly what you were talking about.

“I need you to fuck me, Taeyong.” You begged.

“Be patient baby. You took your sweet time to notice me, so I’ll take mine.” He said as he kept playing with your bud. “Are you a virgin?” He asked out of nowhere.

“No.” He moved his thumb faster.

“So I’m not going to be your first, that’s disappointing.” He faked a pout. “I guess I’ll have to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget every other guy you’ve slept with.”

“Taeyong.” You moaned his name as you felt your high closer.

“Not yet baby.” He removed his finger from your clit. You whined.

Taeyong ripped your panties easily.

“You’re going to buy me a new pair of panties.” He smiled softly.

“Sure thing.” His lips met yours briefly.

Taeyong placed you over his thigh with ease. The feeling of his jeans against your pussy was overwhelming. His hands grabbed your hips and started moving you back and forth. Your hands gripped his shoulders.

“Don’t you want to take your jeans off? I’ll probably leave a stain.” You asked between moans.

“You’re so cute.” He kept moving your body over his thigh. “You look so pretty while riding my thigh, imagine how pretty you’ll be with my cock filling that pussy of yours.” His words were enough to make you cum. Your whimpers made Taeyong smile. “Let’s continue in my room.” He lifted your shaking naked body and walked to the room with you in his arms.

He laid you down in his bed. He just stood there, admiring your body. His erection looked painfully hard and the stain of your cum in his jeans was quite big. He started undressing himself.

Taeyong was now completely naked. His big dick was touching his stomach.

“You like what you see princess?” He crawled up the bed and hovered over you.

A finger suddenly slipped in your entrance.

“You’re dripping wet.” He curled his digit to reach your sweet spot. “Who’s the owner of this pussy?”

The question made you embarrassed, so you didn’t answer. He added another finger and increased his pace. Your moans and the wet sounds filled the room.

“Who’s the owner of this pussy?” He asked again.

“You.” Your back arched from the pleasure.

“I want a full answer baby.” You fell your high building up again.

“You own my pussy Taeyong.” He pulled his fingers before you could reach your orgasm.

He pumped his cock a few times before slowly entering you. You were so wet that it didn’t even hurt.

“Move, please.” You gripped his biceps as you felt him thrusting into you.

His dick was hitting all the right spots.

“You take my cock so well.”

You came with a few more thrusts and he pulled out of you.

“Open your mouth.” You got on your knees.

He slipped his dick into your mouth carefully. You started moving your head and swirling your tongue over his length. Low groans left his lips as he placed a hand behind your head to guide your movements.

“You’re amazing, baby.” Taeyong started fucking your mouth roughly, causing you to gag. Saliva started to slip out from the corners of your mouth. “Such a pretty girl.” A few more seconds and you felt his cum on your throat.

The taste was bitter, but Taeyong’s smile was the sweetest you’ve ever seen. Both of you laid down on the soft bed, still panting from the recent pleasure.

“What time is it?” You asked, suddenly remembering you had to be home at 8:00 for dinner.

“9:47”

“Shit, I’m so dead.” Mark had invited one of his friends, Yuta. Your roomate liked him, but every time the Japanese boy made a move, he started panicking.

“I need someone to stop me from embarrassing myself.” Those were the words Mark used when he invited you to have dinner with them.

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” His arm wrapped around your waist to prevent you from standing up.

“I need to go, Mark is going to be mad at me.” You tried to get rid of his grip. “Taeyong!”

“I was just asking because I’m polite.” He rubbed his nose against your cheek. “You’re out of your mind if you think I’m gonna let you leave.” His mouth got closer to your ear. “There are still plenty of things I want to do tonight.”

“No, Tae. We can meet tomorrow.” He hugged your waist tighter.

“Your panties are ripped and you came here wearing a short skirt. If you go out anyone will be able to see your everything, and let me remind you that this pretty cunt...” His fingers caressed your labia. “is mine, and only mine. No one else is alowed to see it or touch it. Have I made myself clear, princess?”

You never would’ve imagine that the sweet Taeyong everyone loved was so dominant and possessive, but you couldn’t deny that you loved to see this new part of him.

“Yes, Taeyong.”

Let’s just say that it was a long night for the both of you, more like a long month.

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