#hmmmm can i drive home in 12 minutes?

[six-of-ravens]

this morning was subjected to the combo attack of:

slept in late, made it to the office in time to get a parking stall BUT it's the one right next to the wall and partially blocked by the gas meter and also next to my boss's gigantic SUV which will make it Difficult to get out of if he doesn't leave before me

checked the work chat AFTER I GOT HERE instead of first thing in the morning as usual, and realized the boss has said "wow a lot of people are sick this week, feel free to work from home if you want."

[daisykihannie]

Heyo!! I was wondering if you could write a smut with Felix and a FtM reader? Just your typical vanilla smut I don’t see this man doing anything else /imo . (Idol AU)

Let Fate Decide (L.FX)

pairing: idol!Felix x ftm!reader

warning: porn with too much plot, vanilla, soft, sweet, making love not fucking, NSFW

A/N: I'm sorry it took me a few days to write! I'm also sorry there's so much plot! I had an idea of how to have you and an idol meet and it turned out so much longer to explain than intended but I hope you enjoy anyways!

Today was Thursday, the day you and your best friend were leaving for California. The both of you being huge Stays and you both were not only able to get floor seats to their concert but you were also able to get tickets for the fan meet. The concert was on Saturday and the fan meet was on Sunday. You both wanted to stay in California for a bit to explore the sights so you'll get there today and won't come home to your shitty little home town until Monday.

"Omg y/n! I can't believe this is actually happening!" your friend exclaimed while skipping around your shared apartment packing. unable to contain their excitement. "did you really just say o-m-g??" you teased, laughing at your best friends antics.

"Shut up y/nnie! I'm gonna die of excitement so my brain isn't working!" they pouted and you couldn't help but to laugh. "When has your brain ever worked though?" you asked while folding a shirt to put in your suit case.

Suddenly your best friend jumped on your back while you leaned over to put the shirt in the luggage that was spread open on your couch. You stumbled a little out of surprise but we're able to stay balanced and standing, bursting into a fit of laughter as the koala clinging to your figure.

"Get off me so I can pack dummy." you said, moving your arms to hold their shins that wrapped around your front so they didn't fall and get hurt. "Nope! you hurt my feelings so this is your punishment!" they said, snorting while holding in their own laughter. "Alex, come on-" you said while wrapping your arms behind your back to reach their very ticklish sides and began to tickle them, causing them to squirm and lose their grip on you, falling to the floor on their back.

You took the opportunity to tackle them on the ground and keep tickling them, they were thrashing and kicking trying to get away but failing none the less. After a bit of torturing Alex, you both were laughing so hard that you had to catch your breath. Them still laying on their back, their knees bent and you sitting on your knees, leaned onto the heels of your feet. After a bit longer packing, you were somehow successful in packing everything in the car and were ready to drive the 12 hours to Los Angeles.

It was now 7pm and you just got up to your shared hotel room with your best friend. Luckily you each had separate beds and we're able to afford the room with a small kitchen, a lounge/living area, and two separate rooms conjoined by a bathroom. It was a really nice hotel room. Honestly quite a bit nicer than your apartment but oh well, this is LA, that's to be expected.

"Let's order dinner. What do you want?" you asked Alex, both of you still laying on your back, stretched out on your bed in the hotel. Neither of you moving to grab your phones to order. "Hmmmm fried chicken and beer?" Alex suggested. "Sounds good." you said, neither of you moving still.

after a few minutes of neither of you ordering Alex spoke up "Who's ordering?" "uhhhhhh" you responded, groaning and sitting up to grab your phone, opening Doordash to place the order. "okay. it'll be here in 30 minutes. I'm gonna go shower." you said, standing up and opening your luggage to grab a baggy black tee-shirt and a pair of boxers before heading to the bathroom and setting the water.

The shower helped relax your cramped muscles from driving for 12 hours. Alex was your permanent passenger prince/princess since they didn't have a license but normally you don't mind since you enjoy driving but 12 hours straight? that's a different story.

After your shower you walked out, wrapped in a towel, not bothering to cover your chest even though you haven't had too much surgery yet, it's still a man's chest and Alex has been your platonic soulmate since you were little. You've both seen each other naked and there's nothing to it. Shit, you both knew things about each other that should've just never been said but, that's how close you two were.

Alex was sitting on the couch in the lounge area, while you got dressed. They say on their phone with the chicken and beer on the small coffee table, waiting for you to start eating. You grabbed the remote from the entertainment center and sat next to Alex, your presence making them put up their phone and open a can of beer for the both of you while you searched Netflix for something to watch.

Both of you decided to start a new Anime. One called Blue Period that looked good and you both had seen people talking about on tiktok a couple times. "Ooh! let's take a photo for Instagram!" Alex said holding up their phone side ways, both of you posing, making sure your chicken, beer, and the hotel could be seen from the shot. "let's take one for my instagram." you said, both of you repeating the same process but you took the picture this time. You both posted and focused on the TV.

It was now Friday afternoon. You and Alex were walking around the outdoor mall to find your concert and fan meet outfits. You decided to find a Felix inspired outfit since he is your bias and Alex was gonna do a Han inspired outfit, him being their bias.

You two were laughing and eating two giant pretzels you'd gotten from Auntie Anne's when you bumped into someone, closing your eyes to brace for the pain about to hit your butt, but you never hit the floor. Opening your eyes you see a man with a black baseball cap, a black face mask, and the prettiest brown eyes you've ever seen.

"I'm so sorry. are you okay?" he asked in a thick Australian accent that made butterflies explode in your stomach. "I'm doing so much better now that I'm in the arms of such a beautiful man." You flirted to hide your embarrassment, you're a natural flirt and he was pretty. What were you supposed to do? NOT flirt with him?

The man helped you back to your feet, the tips of his ears turning slightly pink. "Well um, thank you. I'm glad your okay." he said and looked at his feet shyly.

so fucking adorable omg I could just eat him-

That's when he noticed your pretzel was on the ground. "Oh shoot- your pretzel. Here, let me buy you a new one." he said grabbing your wrist and dragging you just a few feet away but to the Auntie Anne's stand. "You don't have to Hun. It was only like $10." you said trying to reassure him that he didn't need to spend his money on you.

"it's the least I can do after running into you and making you drop your pretzel. You didn't even get a chance to take a bite of it yet." the masked man said, not taking no for an answer. You let out a giggle at how adorable he was being "You know you're really cute. You should give me your number." you said while he paid the worker and handed you the brand new pretzel.

He laughed at your statement. "I wish I could but really, I can't do that." he said regretfully. This man was having a really fun time with you but there's no way he could give out his number. "Awe~ do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend already? or maybe you're not into guys?" you asked in a teasing tone and a pout on your lips.

"No no no- it's nothing like that. it's just-" the man was cut off by your response. "Oh~ so you are into guys?" you couldn't help the urge to tease him. He was too adorable when he got flustered even though you could only see half his face, his ears turned a bright pink again at your teasing.

"I didn't say that!" he said, flustered. "So you're straight?" you asked with another pout and puppy dog eyes, causing the Australian to look away. "No- okay I'm Bi. happy?" he asked, still avoiding your eyes in embarrassment.

"I'd be happy if the pretty man that just told me he is in fact into guys, gave me his number." you said continuing your teasing. "Look- how about this. I'll make you a deal." the male started. You gave him puppy dog eyes, tilting your head to show you were listening.

"I'm only in LA for a couple days. If we somehow meet again while I'm here, then I'll give you my number. It's like a test of fate. If we are meant to talk more, then fate will bring us back together." he said and you couldn't help but smile. "Deal." you said holding out your hand for him to shake. His small hands clasp around your large ones in a firm hand shake. "Your hands are adorable by the way." you said and walked away, back to Alex who was waiting for you, scrolling through their phone, seeing you the two of you went back to shopping while you kept thinking about the male you'd just met.

You both finished shopping and went back to the hotel and did a mini fashion show for each other to decide what you'd wear tomorrow to the concert. The concert is tomorrow and you were about to jump out of your own skin with excitement. You two have been Stays since the pre-debut survival show and this is the first concert you'd been able to actually go to.

After deciding on your outfits, you both got dressed and decided to go out for dinner. It was a nice restaurant and the two of you were seated on the balcony, surrounded by fairy lights. You both decided to capture the moment taking a few photos together again, sipping on the wine you'd ordered and talking about what the setlist might be.

The nightlife in LA was gorgeous. So many pretty sights, people all around, etc. You two were walking on the Santa Monica peer after eating your dinner, slightly tipsy, just enjoying the cool breeze on your faces, blowing through your hair. You couldn't wait for tomorrow.

Today's the day of the concert and to say you were about to pee your pants was an understatement. You were excited, anxious, scared, nervous, giddy, etc. You were wearing your Felix inspired outfit based off what he wore in the Party's not over MV. Alex was wearing Han's outfit from the same music video. You were matching while representing your biases, the sunshine twins.

You guys were standing in line outside the venue, tickets pulled up from your emails. This was gonna be the longest 30 minutes ever. Just 30 minutes till you get to see your boys in person, live, sweating, performing, singing, rapping, everything you waited years to see what's finally happening in just 25 minutes.

You and Alex found your seats, barricade seats almost completely in the middle. You were so close you could reach out and touch the stage. Suddenly the lights dimmed and the concert was starting.

Your eyes were locked on Felix almost all night. You two making eye contact a few times. Him throwing flying kisses at you as well. It all still felt like a dream. It came to the fan service part and Felix sat at the edge of the stage in front of you and Alex. For some reason Felix felt drawn to you. There was some sort of connection there that he couldn't explain.

When he sat down and complimented you and Alex's outfits, recognizing them, your eyes met and it hit him why there was a connection. The mall. You were the flirty guy who he told to let fate decide if you should get his number. He recognized you but you seemed to star struck to piece it together.

Han joined Felix when he saw him and complimented Alex on their outfit noticing it was his outfit from the MV to Party's not over. They called the other members over to see and they all got really excited and told you two that next time you should dress as the other members. They jokingly argued about who before separating and going to the other fans.

Felix couldn't stop staring at you for the rest of the concert. Wondering if you figured it out. Finally at the end of the concert and the boys were leaving the stage it clicked. "Holy shit!" you screamed at Alex, both of you still unable to hear well from the loud music.

You both picked up McDonald's on the way back to the hotel. When you both got undressed, took showers, and sat down to watch anime and eat the McDonald's, you decided to explain the situation to Alex.

"no shit! no fucking way! how can you tell? the guy at the mall's face was almost completely covered." Alex said in shock. "I know that but the eyes are the same, the deep Australian voice, the way he walks, the size of his hands, the ring on his index finger, all of it is identical! I swear it was him and I think he recognized me too! did you see how he kept staring at me like I was the idol?" you were slightly raising your voice out of shock from the realization.

Fate brought you two back together and tomorrow is the fan sign where it'll be your third meeting. He can't fight fate on this. But how TF is he going to react? He promised to give you his number but he's an idol. there's no way he'll actually be able to give it to you. You now understand why he couldn't give it to you at the mall.

Today's the fan meet. You decided to wear Felix's outfit from the maxident trailer today for the fan meet. You were honestly so antsy after your discovery that you couldn't stay still. Your mind was going a million miles a minute. You gotta keep your composure. Be your flirty self. Don't show him that you were about to cry bc you had flirted with Felix, an internationally famous idol, no.

You and Alex were moving further up the line until Alex was next. From left to right it was oldest to youngest. Chan being the first one you'd meet and Jeongin being the last. You were shaking just a little bit. Antsy and excited as you watched everyone make their way down the line, holding hands and interacting with the boys.

"Next!" You heard the manager yell and jumped slightly. It was your turn now. You walked up the steps of the platform to where Chan sat, sitting in front of him and intertwining your hands like you two had done this a million times before.

"And what's your name handsome?" Chan asked you and you remembered one of his messages on bubble. "Didn't you say my name was Mrs. Bang? I think Mr. Bang fits me better tho don't you think?" you said leaning forward with your normal flirty behavior, taking Chan off guard before he laughed. "I did say that didn't I?" he asked with a chuckle. "So it's Y/N Bang." you responded and he wrote a cute little message next to his signature for you.

You continued flirting with each member down the line and now you were sat in front of your mystery man. You two locking eyes and a smirk grew on your lips when his eyes went wide seeing you yet again. "Hmmmm it seems fate has caused us to meet three times now. I think you owe me something now." you said leaning forward, elbows on the table and your chin resting on your hands.

"Y/N... now you know why I can't give you my number. But..." He paused looking around to make sure no one was looking and flipped to the back of your album before writing something. "a deal is a deal and I'm a man of my word." he said, unable to resist the pull you had on him.

He handed the album next to him to Seungmin since you'd be meeting him next. "I don't know why I'm doing this but there's just something about you that-" he was cut off when you leaned even closer to him. "what? makes you wanna ruin me? makes you wanna hear what I sound like when you have me in bed?" you whispered teasing him and moving your feet up his shin teasing him. "Fuck..." he mumbled in response as the images flooded his head.

Your time was up and as you stood, you walked shaking your hips a bit at Felix knowing he was watching you and his eyes finding their way to your ass. He bit his lips as he felt a bit restricted in his pants. Thank God for the table and table cloth that hit the floor.

After going all the way through, you told Alex that you needed to run to the restroom really quick. There were only a few people after you so, Felix should be able to check his phone soon. Your timing had to be perfect. You went into the men's restroom and checked that all the stalls were empty. You pulled out your phone taking a mirror pic of yourself. Your shirt pulled up, the hem of it between your teeth showing your abs a bit, hooking your thumb into the waistband of your pants to pull them down, exposing your V-line and just a little bit of stubble underneath.

After taking the lewd pic, you typed in the number written in the back of your album and sent it to Felix. You put yourself back together, washing your hands and your phone chimed. A message from Felix already.

"You- I know where that bathroom is. don't go anywhere." was all the message said. You love the chase but you were too intrigued to not listen. Soon after Felix walked into the bathroom to see you sitting on the sink counter waiting for him.

"God- I don't understand what the fuck your doing to me BUT- I can't help myself. Can I touch you?" he asked and fuck, being asked for consent has never been more sexy than when Felix did it.

"I'd be pretty upset if you didn't to be honest." you said as you stepped between your legs, placing his hands on your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss. It was soft and sweet with a bit of heat in it. like Felix was fighting everything inside him to take you on that counter. It was so hot feeling him fighting his own self control all because of you.

You and Felix couldn't keep your hands or mouths off each other as you walked into his hotel room, both of your clothes flying everywhere. Soft moans and pants leaving your mouth as his lips were attached to your neck, walking you backwards and onto his bed. You finished taking off your pants and boxers to expose your soaked cunt. He removed his pants to free his rock hard cock.

The tip was red and angry, leaking pre-cum as he paused at the sight in front of him. You were on your back, legs spread, propped up on your elbows, staring up at him through your eyelashes. Lust and Need displayed onto your face. "Like what you see?" you asked him as he licked his lips at the sight. Your dick glistening while your hole was clenching around nothing.

"Fuck- you're so fucking pretty." he growled, climbing back on top of you, his cock rubbing against yours, a groan erupting from your throat as you threw you head back. He took the opportunity to continue sucking on your neck. Your hands tangled into his hair as you began rolling your hips to rub your dicks together.

A low growl escaped from his chest at the friction. "you're so fucking wet. god-" he groaned as he moved his hand between your bodies, using your arousal to lube his index and middle finger, rubbing them between your folds. "Can I fuck you with my fingers pretty boy?" he asked and there it was again. Consent was sexy.

"Please lix" you purred at the man as he pushed his fingers inside of you, curling them to hit your sweet spot. A loud, almost pornographic, moan falling from your lips, the hand in his hair tightening a bit at the feeling. "You're so fucking tight. you feel so fucking good on my fingers." he praised against your chest, leaving kisses and hickeys along the soft skin.

He fucked you on his fingers for a bit before he pulled them out of you, locking eyes with yours while you were panting from how he was working his magic. He stuck out his tongue, pushing the coated fingers into his mouth and moaning around them. "You taste sweeter than I thought." he said before kissing you again, the same softness and need in it as before. You could taste yourself on his tongue, making you moan into his mouth.

"L-lix please... I need you." you panted against his mouth when you two separated for air. This time he didn't need to ask for consent. He reached into the pocket of his jeans that were in a pile on the floor, pulling out a condom (always stay prepared). You took it from his hands and scooted up on the bed so your head was rested on the pillows, maintaining eye contact while opening the package with your teeth.

He took the chance to follow you up the bed, kneeling between your spread legs, cock twitching and leaking in need. After taking the condom out of the package you rolled it down his length teasing him a bit and stroking your hand up and down a few times before lining him up with your entrance and letting him push into you.

He pushed in slowly with a groan, feeling you wrap around him. "Fuck you feel so fucking good. so tight." he said and stopping once he bottomed out inside you to let you adjust. He noticed your tight grip on the sheets as he took your hand into his and kissed your knuckles, soothing you the best he could.

After a few moments of Felix staying still and peppering your hands, arms, neck, and face with kisses, you finally adjusted to his size. "You- you can move now." you said letting out airy breaths, making eye contact with the blonde above you with a small smile of reassurance that you were okay.

He attached your lips together in a slow, passionate, kiss before slowly pulling out and pushing in again. He kept the pace slow and soft, feeling every inch of you wrapping around his length. He was letting out deep and airy moans against your lips while intertwining his fingers into yours and handing your hands, pinning them to the bed next to you head in a romantic way.

You two were in such sync that it was a little scary. Every touch on your body felt like sparks to fuel the fire forming in the pit of your stomach as he took his time with you. It was unlike any other time you've had sex. You were used to rough and fast paced sex. Bordering on hate-fucking but this was miles apart from that.

Felix put so much passion and care into every movement and touch. It was soft, slow, and sensual and in no way boring as most people would think vanilla sex would be like. Every single nerve ending was heightened and it made you feel high. The way he praised you, kissed you, made you feel good, and the way he took care of your body and mind every single step of the way.

You were feeling a familiar knot forming in your stomach as Felix's pace and thrusts became a bit sloppier than before and you could feel him twitching inside of you. You were both getting close. "F-felix... I'm- I'm cl- close." you whimpered out, kissing him again, a bit sloppier and needier before but none of the passion and care from before was missing.

"Me too baby- fuck. Please, cum for me." He moaned, almost begging. Hearing his deep voice, raspy and begging you to cum on his cock was all it took to have your body tumbling over the edge of the cliff into one of the strongest orgasms you've ever experienced. You were moaning loudly, tears began to fall from your eyes as the pure ecstasy ripped through your body.

Felix chased his own high as you tightened around him when you came, pushing him over the edge. His deep moans creating a perfect harmony with your own moans. His left chaste kisses down your body as he pulled out, falling to the side as you both panted heavily. Stars were still filling your vision.

Felix was playing with your hands, his head on your chest and one leg rested over your thighs. Both of you hit with exhaustion and just enjoying each other's company. "Here in a bit, let me run you a bath and get you cleaned up yeah?" he said while using his hand to push the hair clinging to your forehead out of your face, smiling at you when your eyes met again. You nodded softly with a smile of your own "that sounds great." you replied and kissed his forehead softly.

~Back at the Hotel~

"God! I can't believe they just fucking left me there!" Alex was pacing in the hotel room after having taken an Uber back since again, they can't drive. Leaving your car at the venue.

They'd already texted you a million and one times, leaving thousands of missed calls. They called you again, leaving yet another voicemail. "[Your first, middle, and last name] I swear to fuck that dick you're getting better be worth leaving me at the venue! You better get home in the next 30 minutes or I'm using your credit card to treat myself as an apology!"

[james-fun-in-the-sunderland]

from those 69 ttrpg q's u rb'd on nov 10th and since you need me to "split it up" because its "too much to send 12 questions at once" or SMTH heres pt 1 🙄🙄🙄 anyways vicky. 1, 5, 7, 9, 17, 21.

omg wtfff outing me so hard in front of EVERYONE? in PUBLIC SIR? my partner is SO mean to meee

ANYWAY link back to the 69 ttrpg asks i GUESS

1. what drives them? what’s their ultimate goal?

hmmm a hard one to start with... i suppose hes driven by ... the need to have monie most of all! money makes the world go round as he might say... his ultimate goal in life would be in a comfortable place money wise so his daughter can go to college and him and his bf could live at a nice house c: (secret other ultimate goal is to become famous and have a huge mansion but he hasnt thought abt that goal in a minute)

5. is there something they want to be known for?

not really! hes in a weird middle ground where he totally enjoys not being known but he also really wants to have his hard work recognized, but also if anyone is overly nice to him he'll get like . mad . like stop . i know ur bullshitting man 🙄 i mean ofc like i said in the last uestion he WOULD like to be famous but like its different when its someone u kno vs a faceless crowd of supporters you know?

7. there’s a magic item (or technological innovation, or special resource) made just for them—what is it?

hmmmm good question... something that could grand wishes probably! vicky very much is someone that wants stuff to just HAPPEN he isnt much on working towards goals... or at least he gets frustrated when he thinks hes done what he needs to reach a goal and it doesnt happen... other than that maybe something to bring people back from the dead OR let him die forever... that part i feel is obvious, part of him knows he might outlive his bf and his daughter and it makes him upset :( bc someone puts all his eggs in one person basket then gets SUPRISED when he loses them. silly.

9. when in their life were they most scared?

absolutely when he was about to die the first time ever, like imagine being 15 and accidentally fucking up and thinking ur life is abt to be over forever. like come on. reality hits him right there and hes like oh god im not invincible . but then he is and i think that also scared the SHIT out of him... bc what do u do then... this is a guy who doesnt really think too much about himself and now suddenly he finds out hes got powers... he thinks hes like a monster or smth and doesnt know what to do w himself... plus his mom gets scared of him when he goes home and so thats making him even more fucked up but dw in a few hours/days he will be back to himself and not think about any of this :)

17. they’re crying—what did it take to make them cry?

ok so theres actually suprisingly alot that can make vicky cry! even though hes a bit of an emotionally repressed guy he still gets teary eyed over like movies, his daughter being really sweet, but something that REALLY makes him cry is like ... feeling hopeless.. this also mixes with anger for a very fun hysteria if he breaks down enough :)

21. do they have an idea about how they’ll die? do you?

im assuming you mean like . the final time but i really have no clue! though ive been imagining old age ...with abel beside him... something sweet and softer than his usual deaths ... smth different u kno.. for a guy whos so used to violence

[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

I finally finished it!! It only took a million years but it is done so pls enjoy it cause I worked really hard on it :,)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!myungjun, gn!dom!reader, anal (could be pegging but it's gender neutral so it can be whatever you want), degradation, choking (it only happens once for a split second), spanking, dacryphilia, blindfold, bondage, edging, bulging, master kink, use of a vibrator

Looks Are Deceiving

You truly did love your boyfriend with all your heart, and on any other day you would say he was a sweet angel that could do no wrong. Today, however, was not one of those days. You thought it would be fun to take Myungjun with you to a nice restaurant that had recently opened a little ways away but when he started to give you those eyes from across the table, you knew this night would go a little differently than planned.

     "But master~ You look so good tonight, how am I supposed to not think of you like that?" Your boyfriend said with a pout. He even tried to change your mind with a flash of his infamous puppy dog eyes you could never seem to say no to. While you wanted nothing more than to jump on him and give him everything he wanted, you also didn't want to be banned from the fancy restaurant you were currently sitting in. You let out a small sigh of irritation after swallowing the fork full of food you had shoved into your mouth.

     "Baby, I would love to take care of you right now but it isn't the right setting! So finish up eating and we'll get home, but if I hear you ask for it or complain one more time I won't touch you at all." Time seemed to freeze for Myungjun as soon as the words had left your mouth. He couldn't stop his jaw from dropping open slightly as he stared at you. Not touch him? Not touch him at all? You had to be joking. But as he kept watching you peacefully eat your meal he realized you were being dead serious. Your boyfriend let out an agitated huff as he picked at his food, only eating it with a roll of his eyes when you would send a glare his way.

     To be honest you had never really realized how often you would give into Myungjun until now. You hadn't really ever had a reason to tell him no, and how could you when he would ask with those big puppy dog eyes staring up at you? How could you have possibly known that would make him such a spoiled little brat? Never in a million years would you have thought that you would need to punish him for something since he had never seemed to break any of the rules you had set. Once you got in the car to drive home, however, you realized that he was a lot brattier than you had ever known.

     Almost as soon as you had gotten in the car he was begging for your touch again, reaching for your hand to play with your fingers as he told you all the things he wanted you to do to him. After he still wasn't able to get a reaction out of you, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

     "Fine then! If you're not gonna touch me I'll just do it myself!" You weren't able to fully comprehend his words before hearing the zipper of his pants as he whipped his pretty little dick out, giving an over dramatic moan as the cold air hit his heated skin. As fate would have it the light ahead of you was red, giving you the opportunity to turn to your boyfriend and rip his hand away from himself. Before another complaint could leave his mouth you gripped his chin with your other hand, digging your nails in his cheeks and forcing him to look you in the eyes.

     "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He gulped at the anger in your eyes. "You think just because you're cute I'll give you whatever you want? Huh? You think that this-" you growled while shaking his hand that had previously been on his cock, "is the proper way to get my attention?!" 

     "I- I'm sorry mas-"

     "No! You wanted my attention, didn't you? Well now, you're gonna get it! But trust me sweetheart, this is not going to go how you think it will. Now fix yourself, I don't wanna see that thing until we get home, got it?" 

     "Y-yes master." He stuttered, squeezing his thighs together in the hopes you wouldn't notice how his dick twitched when you raised your voice.

—

     Myungjun's breath hitched in his throat when he heard the front door slam closed as you entered the house. He had been eagerly awaiting this moment, his mind creating many fantasies for him to feed into his desire the rest of the car ride home. You had given him the simple command of "Bedroom, now." and he did not need to be told twice. He was obediently sitting on the mattress once you got there, fully nude with white knuckles from how hard he was gripping his thighs. 

     "Alright sweetheart," you said, calmly walking over to sit on the edge of the bed, "we're gonna start off a little easy for you." He tilted his head as you pat your thighs, looking over at him expectantly. It finally clicked and he let out an over dramatic whine.

     "But master-" The harsh glare you sent his way was enough to shut him up, making him gulp before slowly draping himself over your thighs. You gave a small smile at the action, though it didn't reach your eyes.

     "Good boy! Now I want you to count loud and clear for every spank, alright?" He hastily nodded his head, his fingers digging into the fabric of the rug beneath him and bracing for impact. You tutted at him with disappointment, making him quickly mutter a quiet 'Yes master' to give you verbal confirmation that he understood. 

     The few quiet seconds that passed after that were almost unbearable. All Myungjun's senses were on edge, waiting for the moment he would feel the pleasant burn on his skin from where you'd hit him. When you finally landed the first blow of many, your boyfriend's jaw dropped open with a small gasp. It took him a few seconds but he finally stuttered out "O-one!" You made sure the second blow was even harder than the first, making his body lurch forward from the impact. "Two!"

     It continued like this for the next 12 spanks. You alternated between cheeks, sometimes even giving a harsh slap right where his thighs met his ass. He was panting and shaking on your legs and you were sure if you had looked there would be unshed tears glistening in his eyes. A part of you was worried you were being a little too rough with him but after landing the final hit you could feel a small spurt of pre-cum staining the dress pants you had worn. 

     "F-fifteen!" The number sounded pitiful as it fell from his lips, high-pitched and breathy as he started squirming around to subtly grind his cock into the side of your thigh. That dream was short lived, however, as you grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked him up to sit next to you on the mattress. Your glare had him shivering as he struggled to keep eye contact with you. If you had noticed his pathetic attempt to get off, you didn't say anything. You simply pushed him back a little bit by his hair as you stood from the bed.

     "Back against the headboard." Myungjun didn't dare question your authority, immediately pushing back on his feet until he could feel the cool surface of the headboard against his back. While he was doing that, you walked over to the closet, digging around for a little bit before returning with your box of toys. You let him watch you with curious eyes as you pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a black, satin ribbon. Pushing him slightly down by his shoulders so his back was somewhat rested against the pillows, you clicked the cuffs in place around his wrist and secured them to the headboard. He tugged at them for a bit to test the sturdiness before you grabbed his jaw and made him face you so you could tie the ribbon carefully around his eyes. He whined at that one, pouting his lips as his vision went black.

     "Noooo! Master please, I wanna see your beautiful body as you destroy me!" He gasped as you harshly smacked his thigh.

     "You can do that after you've learned how to be a good boy. Only good boys get rewarded baby, you know this." His pout only deepened as he muttered about how unfair all this was. At the sound of you rustling through what he assumed to your toys his mouth snapped shut. There were a few moments of silence until he suddenly felt a cool object being tied against the head of his red and leaking cock. Once you seemed you had it secure, you grabbed the remote and twirled it between your fingers before letting the toy buzz to life. 

     Your boyfriend's body jolted as he felt the vibrator against the sensitive head of his dick, a waterfall of whimpers falling from his lips as he struggled to get used to the sudden pleasure. After a few minutes of you toying with the settings, his hips jutted up off the bed as he moaned helplessly. Sensing that he was close to his release, you suddenly turned off the toy. Myungjun whined in confusion as he thrusted his hips off the bed in search of friction.

     "No! Wha- master! I was so close!" He cried. You rolled your eyes as a sadistic smirk made its way to your lips.

     "Awwww, you didn't really think I'd let you cum so soon, did you? I told you baby," you said as you strutted to his side, letting your hands trace patterns around his chest before lightly resting around his throat, "only good boys get rewards." You gave a light squeeze as you finished your sentence, making him gasp and his head spin. He kept whining out complaints until you had decided he had waited long enough and started up the vibrator again. A disappointed whine left him again minutes later when you did the same exact thing again. You did it a couple more times until you could see the tears slipping past the blindfold as he begged for permission to cum.

     "Hmmmm, I don't know baby. Have you learned your lesson yet?" You hummed while teasingly running your nails up and down his chest.

     "Oh please master! I-I've been such a good- A-AH- good b-boy for you!  Please master, h-have mercy!" He whined, sobs tearing from his throat as his hips continuously bounced off the bed, desperate for a friction it wasn't going to get. You hummed, pretending to think about it before shutting off the toy again. He sobbed loudly, words indecipherable as he tried to beg for his release. You quickly untied the vibrator from his tip making him practically sob under your gaze. His cries catch in his throat as he feels the familiar head of your cock rub against his hole.

     "Now baby," you growled in his ear as you felt his hot breath coming out in short pants against your neck, "do you think you deserve to be stretched out before I fuck you open?" His lips trembled as you dug your nose into his skin, letting your lips softly follow it's trail.

     "N-no master…"

     "And why is that, huh?" He shivered as you grinded against him, letting him feel the lube you had coated it in while he was distracted by the vibrator.

     "B-because- because I decided t-to be an impatient l-little bitch and touch myself after you told me to wait until we got h-home." He whined, though you noticed how his dick twitched when he called himself a little bitch. 

     "Good boy! For giving your master such a good answer I'll take this off for you since I know you're just dying to watch me fuck you open, aren't you?" He vigorously nodded his head as he felt your tug lightly at the blindfold around his head.

     "Yes yes yes! W-wanna watch you destroy me, w-watch you punish me for being such a bad boy master!" You bit your lip with a growl, wasting no more time before ripping off the black satin cloth and thrusting the entirety of your length into him.

     Myungjun's back arched as his head snapped back into the pillows he was laying on. No noise escaped him as his jaw fell open, but after a few seconds a high pitched moan broke through the silence. His nails were digging into his palms as you started to move your hips, quickly picking up speed as the sound of slapping skin filled the room. Tears and drool were dripping down his face while his toes curled at the pleasure ripping through his body. He was trying his best to look up at you but every hit to his prostate (which you managed to find rather quickly) left his eyes rolling back in his skull so he could only watch the ceiling moving back and forth above him as every rough thrust made his body move with the impact. His task only proved harder after you lifted one of his legs over your shoulder, making you hit even deeper inside of him. 

     Finally, he managed to force his eyes to look at you. The sight of your gaze on him was enough to make him come undone, but he knew better than to do so without your permission. Your eyes were almost black with lust, a sadistic glint in them only proved to make the smirk you sported that much more intimidating. Your cheeks were slightly flushed from the energy you were exerting to make sure he would get to cum as soon as possible while a few loose hairs clung to your forehead from sweat. A shiver shot down his spine when he noticed your smirk growing wider as your gaze traveled lower, stopping at his lower stomach. The knot in his stomach felt like it was one second away from snapping as he looked down to notice the bulge of your cock against his lower stomach. All he could do was moan and cry as he blabbered about wanting to cum.

     "Oh master! P-ple- AH- please! Please please please please please! C-cum- I-I- oh god yes- wanna- I- oh please!!" You smirked down at his fucked out form, his eyes returning to rolling back in his head as his thighs shook around you. You hummed with a small smile while kissing up his thigh that was right by your head.

     "Go ahead baby, show your master how good they make you feel." The soft and caring tone of your voice strongly contrasted the filthy things you were doing to his body but it only proved to make him hornier as his entire body shuddered and he finally came. White ropes of his release covered his stomach, a little bit even ending up on his neck as you slowed the pace of your hips to ride him through it. You honestly considered making him go again but decided against it as you saw the tired expression that covered his face. 

     Slowly and carefully you set his leg down on the bed and pulled out of him, watching as he bit his lip with one last whimper. Releasing his wrists from the handcuffs you had put him in, you rubbed a cream over the red marks he had created from tugging at the material so they wouldn't bee too sore in the morning, making sure to rub it over his red bottom as well. You peppered kisses all over his face before muttering that you'd be right back and hurrying to the bathroom and grabbing a warm, wet washcloth to clean him up with. Once you had also gotten him a small snack and some water from your mini fridge you cleaned him off and laid down next to him, holding him close to your body and leaving light kisses over his skin.

     "How're you feeling baby? I know I went a little rougher than you're used to from me." You said with a chuckle, brushing some of his hair out of his face. A lazy smile lit up his face as he snuggled closer to you.

     "Good. Sooo good." He mumbled against your neck, making you giggle and press a kiss to the top of his head. You felt his breathing start to level out against your neck as he began to drift to sleep. Staring at him like a lovesick fool, you kissed him one last time before following him to dreamland.

[ramp-it-up]

Dammit, Rafa!

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Word Count: 4.6 K

Warnings: Minors DNI, Very light BDSM, a lil bit of Dom! Rafa and a lot of Sub! Rafa, Rocky Horror Picture Show live Shadow Cast, Oral sex (m, f receiving), slight breeding kink if you blink. drug use (just say no), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it).

A/N: This is a combination of an ask from @theatrenerd86 and a lovely anon as seen below. I JUST really read your ask and I think I changed it a little bit. I was so excited for the concept. I hope this is okay. 🥴

Rafael Santiago Casal was stressed out.

You had just the thing.  

As soon as you were able to get him out of the bedroom and on the couch after his jetlag, you presented him with the opportunity to make good on the bet he lost at the last friends-who-are family get together. 

He’d talked enough shit that night about how many shots he could do and how many you could tolerate. You decided to shut him up with a friendly wager.

Just before he passed out at the kitchen bar, he’d grunted, “Holy shit, she’s gonna fuck me good.”

Rafa was not necessarily talking about sex, he was talking about how you would make him pay up.

And he was right. He’d have to pay.

Now, three months later, the time had come.

Rafael had worked hard shooting a film out of town for 6 weeks, serving as both actor and director, and he was still coming down from the stress and responsibility.  

It had been three days since he’d been home and he was still wound up, even after sleeping almost 18 hours straight and you letting him use you at his will for sex.

The sacrifices you made for your man.

Rafa’s current situation: you holding up gold lamé boxers in front of his face.

“FUCK No!”  He wasn’t having it. 

“Unless you are paying me my SAG rate or above, I’m not wearing that shit.” 

He crossed his arms, stubborn as hell. And making you wet as you stared at the veins popping out.  They did something to you, but you were determined.

“You lost the bet, Cash.  You gotta keep up your end.”

Rafael had The Rocky Horror Picture Show memorized, as many times you’d made him watch it on video, but surprisingly he’d never been to a Shadow Cast.

“You know, growing up in Berkeley, I thought you’d have been to a show before.”

He rolled his eyes at you. 

“I wasn’t THAT kind of Berkeley kid. I was too busy being slinging dope. I didn’t have time to play dress up and see a movie.”

“Hmmmm. Such the attitude.” 

Rafa rolled his eyes again. You nodded and took note. Then continued on your mission. 

You turned around and picked up a tweed blazer.

“Okay.  If you don’t want to go as Rocky, you can go as Brad and wear a t-shirt, this jacket, and your glasses.”

Rafa considered it for a minute, 

“That’s what I’m talking about! That’s shit I wear on the regular.  You trying to have me ass out here in these streets….”

He grumbled as he took the jacket and you made a face. Your plan was working perfectly.  Rafa as Brad would be hot as fuck.  But this attitude....

Rafa leaned back, his arms spread out on the back of the couch. Those damn grey sweatpants. He was doing all of this on purpose.

“What’re you wearing to the show ?” His eyebrow was cocked at you.

You could clearly see his dick print, and the way he pushed his crotch up at you made you think he knew that very well.

The fact that all of your holes were well used and slightly sore from his homecoming did not make you any less wet at this moment.

“Well… I have options too.” 

You looked at each other and grinned. It was time for a fashion show.

First, you came out in a yellow belted shirtwaist dress and white cardigan completed with some black Mary Jane heels and paraded in front of him on the couch. 

“Janet! ” 

You called back, “Brad!” as he watched you closely.

It seemed as if your nipples were pointing at him through the cotton material of the dress and he saw the jiggle of his dreams as you turned around.

“You wearing any underwear under that?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” 

You looked coyly at him over your shoulder as you went back into the bedroom.

Next was a little french maid outfit. Magenta.

“Hot damn!”  

Rafael’s eyes were round and his mouth was open.

 “I-I like it. I like it a lot.”

He was palming his new erection through his pants.

Your outfit was skimpy and not at all functional if you were actually going to clean the house.

You approached him and started feather dusting his shoulders, then his head.  

He ducked and tried to grab your hand to keep from messing up his hair and you twirled away, then came back and started dusting the boner in his lap. 

He just sat there, looked up at you with those sea-blue eyes of his which then swept down your body. You brought the feather duster up to his neck and tickled him there.

Rafa grabbed the duster with his left hand and as you tugged back, he pulled harder, which landed you across his lap.  

“Well, what do we have here?” 

He rubbed your ass for a second before pulling back and giving you a stinging, and stimulating slap.

You weren’t about to get caught up, so you managed to wriggle away and stand in front of him.

Rafa was confident that he had you wet and dripping for him, which was true, and that he was in control, which was false.  

He didn’t try to chase you, just put his hands on the back of the couch and pushed his crotch up at you again. 

You had something for him.

You sat down beside him and reached into the pocket of the apron on your maid’s costume and held the items up for his inspection.  He rolled his eyes.

“Look what I found when I was getting laundry out of your suitcase.”

Rafa shifted his confident posture on the couch.  His eyes were wide, but he did not say a word as he glanced at what was in your hand and then away.

“What did you expect while I was 1200 hundred miles away?”

You put the intimate polaroids of you, and a couple of him inside you, on the coffee table. 

“The agreement was that you (and I) would get off to each other, on facetime, or on the phone, or, a couple of times via text. Which we did, almost every night.”  

You sat beside him and looked him in the eye.

“You weren’t supposed to do it without me.”

Rafa tried to lean over and kiss you, but you dodged his lips. Rafa sighed.

“But I didn’t do it without you, Love. Those are pictures of you, of us. I can’t get enough of you baby. I only used them a couple of times a week.”

You were getting heated. A plan formulated in your mind.

“12 times, Rafa? I can’t believe you.” 

“Forgive me? You drive me crazy. I had to have you and those polaroids helped. A little.”

This time you allowed Rafa to kiss your neck, and you let him wrap his arm around you and draw you into his lap. You could feel his cock brush against you under his sweats.

He was sucking marks into the skin of your neck and cleavage, and when he hooked his fingers into the top of the costume and pulled it down, letting your breasts spill out, you allowed it.

He sucked your nipples into his mouth roughly and those eyes looked up at you as you squirmed on him, trying to get friction on his bulge. 

Rafa’s hands were firmly around your waist, long fingers rubbing your mid section, seductively soothing you.

But he wasn’t getting away with it.

You watched him watch you as he sucked, tongued, and bit your nipples, until you decided to not fall for his antics. 

You leaned over and kissed him, your tongue establishing dominance in his mouth while you pulled his hair, making his head lean back on the couch. 

You leaned over and whispered in his ear before biting his lobe. He shivered.

“I’ve let you have your way since you’ve been back.  But it’s time out for all that now.  You’ve done it now.”

Rafa’s whimper as you scraped your teeth down his throat was everything.

“You’re not allowed to touch yourself, or fun, until the Shadow Cast. You’ve got to make up for this.”

The show was a week away.

Fuck that, Rafa thought.

Rafael dared to talk back. 

“How would you know if I touched myself?”

You just raised your eyebrows and stared at him, watching his neck get red.

“You want to go another week after that without sex?”

You could tell that Rafa was debating which way to go.  But you could sense what he wanted. 

What he needed.

Most of the time, Rafael was in charge.  

He’d taken careful steps to ensure that he would never have to go back to slinging dope on the corner. He liked having control. 

Even when it came to business with Diggs, Rafa was always the more aggressive. It’s what got him this far to begin with. Not backing down. Being the director. 

But nothing could compare to you, especially when you took control.

Rafa pulled you to him and you allowed it as he wrapped his arms around you.

He sighed into your neck as he kissed it.

“I won’t touch myself. I swear.”

“Good boy. In just seven days, I can make you a man.”

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For the next week, Rafa took quick, lukewarm showers, stopping himself from touching himself for relief. 

At night in bed, he stopped himself from palming his hard on at night when laying next to you. The fact that you still insisted on cuddling with him drove him mad, but not too mad to disobey. 

You gave yourself cold showers, because in the mornings, when you’d come together in sleep, you wanted to jump on his rock hardness so bad, but you convinced yourself it would be worth it.

It was a hard week. Then Friday came and anticipation was in the air.

During the entire day, Rafael was impatient, yet restrained. As he got ready for the show that night, he listened to you rattle off the rules of interactive Rocky Horror from inside the closet.

“Okay, Here are the Rules:

1. Whenever Brad comes on screen, you MUST yell, ‘Asshole!’”

Rafa interrupted you. “Wait, I’m dressed up like an asshole?”

“Well, yeah. You’ve seen Rocky before.  Brad’s an asshole, Rafa. A cute asshole, but an asshole none the less.” You continued with the rules.

“2. This is before slut shaming was considered a no-no, so, whenever Janet comes on the screen, you gotta yell Slut!”

Rafa shook his head as he put on his glasses, making sure he was nerdy fly while you informed him of the rest of the call-outs.

“And Rule #69:

You MUST do the Time Warp.”

“I don’t dance. When sober.”

You came out of the closet, corset tight, heels high, Afro big, makeup frightening, dressed as Dr. Frank N Furter.

Rafa only stopped and stared. “Goddamn.”

You spun around to give him a look see before you put on your leather jacket.

You showed him a flask full of Jameson’s.

“I think you’ll dance tonight.”

“But what about the horizontal mambo?”

Rafa was all hands as he tried to get you to move your hips. You batted them away. 

“Be a good boy. It will go better for you later.”

Rafa nodded and stepped back, his hands in his pockets. He wanted to touch you so badly.

As you moved to leave, you handed him a heavy bag full of all the necessary supplies. 

“What the hell is all this shit?”

You looked up, trying to remember:

“Let’s see: Bubbles, because you can’t bring rice, water guns, newspaper, noise makers, rubber gloves…”

Rafa’s eyes got big at that one.

…”Toilet paper, cards…” you rifled through the bag. 

“Shit!” 

You ran in the kitchen and grabbed some bread, shoving pieces in the toaster.  You winked at him as you waited for it to pop up. 

“Can’t forget the toast,” you grinned into amused cerulean eyes.

“I have clearly missed out on life during my formative years instead of hanging out with the nerds and Rocky.”

“You have, indeed.”

Rafa almost turned back as you headed to the car and said, “And you’re a virgin tonight, so act accordingly.”

He soon found out what that meant, when crowded in the theater with various wonderful Rocky Horror freaks and geeks, they called virgins up to the stage to be sacrificed.

Since you were whooping and pointing at him Rafa couldn’t hide, so he went up to meet his doom.  

You snacked on your popcorn as the emcee “humiliated” Rafa by making him sing “Sweet Transvestite” because he’d played it safe by dressing as Brad.

It turned out not to be so humiliating, because Rafa’s voice is dope and he knew the words; he really got into it.

You could tell that Rafa was having a ball when he came back to his seat. 

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You and he called out, hid under your newspapers in the rain, slut shamed Janet and most importantly, did the time warp on stage in front of the screen.

It was a real scene.

You drank the rest of your whiskey and Rafa lit a blunt on the way home. 

You put your feet out of the window so that Rafa could have a good view of your legs.

He caressed his hand up and down them, the fishnet texture feeling good under his palms.

“What do you think about Frank and Brad.” The weed was making you philosophical.

Rafa side eyed you as he drove.

“What? You mean me and you?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

He chuckled, looking damn sexy driving with one arm.

“I think the whole film is avant-garde. Especially for 1975, it’s about queerness, conformity, and dictatorship. And of course free will.”

Rafa looked over and winked.

You took another toke and nodded. 

“I love that Brad was a bottom in that shadow scene with Frank. So fucking hot.”

You traced your fingers across your cleavage. Rafa had to concentrate to keep his eyes on the road.

“Of course, I’m also thinking about how Rocky was bound up when we first see him.

A little BDSM, don’t you think?” 

You watched Rafael’s profile as he drove. 

“And Frank was the one who did it to him. He seemed to worship the darling doc. Until, you know.”

Rafa squirmed and cleared his throat.

“He sure did.”

You smirked as you French inhaled.

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You get back home, tipsy and a little high, but still in command of what you wanted to do. 

You went straight to the bedroom as Rafa got two bottles of water to bring with.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, you began.

“Strip,” you commanded.

“I beg your pardon?” 

Rafa smirked at you as he put the bottles down on the dresser.

He was trying it.

“I’m in charge now,” you raised your chin. “Got it?”

His eyes changed and he nodded eagerly, smirk turning into a placating smile. 

He was probably more eager than he wanted to show, which made you swell with pride.

“So.” You waved your hand at him. “Strip.” 

You did the same, stepping out of the heels and rolling down your fishnet stockings.

Rafa took off his jacket, and reached up to take off the glasses.

“Leave those on.” 

Smiling again, he left the glasses on as he carefully took off his shirt, then unbuttoned his pants as his hard on was getting bigger. 

He stood before you in his boxer briefs as you unsnapped the corset and threw it across the room.

You just raised your eyebrows and crossed your arms, foot starting to tap, and he quickly moved to take his boxers off. 

His cock was stiff against his stomach now, making your mouth water. 

“Get on the bed, face up.”

Rafael did as he was told, and trembled as you ran your hand up his leg brushing his cock, up his abs, to his chest, face and hair.

He reached for you and you moved away.

“What we’re not gonna do, is any of that unauthorized touching. It’s no way to behave on your first day out. But since you are such an exceptional beauty, I’m prepared to forgive you.”

You went over to your bedside table and brought out the red nylon rope and watched as Rafa shuddered.

“Assume the position.”

He obediently put his hands up toward the headboard, and didn’t move as you swung your leg over his torso and secured him to a couple of the posts.  

He kept his eyes down, staring at your crotch the entire time as you used the knots he taught you to make.

“Such a good boy for me. See, there’s no crime in giving yourself over to pleasure.”

“Yes Ma’am. No Ma’am.” 

You became wet as Rafa smiled up at you. You rewarded him with a kiss and a small cuddle. Then you got down to business.

You scooted backwards down his body and stared at his erection.

“What should I do to you? Want me to suck your cock?  Would you like that?”

"Yes ma’am please.” You loved to hear him beg.  

“C-can you do it reverse cowgirl style? So that I can see your ass?” 

Rafa looked desperate, but even though the thought of what he’d suggested made your pussy clench. You knew what he was trying to do.

“Are you trying to get me to sit on your face, Rafael?”

He nodded vigorously, hair flopping across his forehead.

“I want to give you pleasure ma’am.  Want to breathe you, feel you drip on my lips and drink you. Want you to ride my face until you cum.”

He was using his soft voice, but it was oh so sexy. Fuck, he was using his words to make your clit swell and pulse. 

And he knew it too. You saw the glint in his eyes.

“You’re trying to take control back, aren’t you, Rafael?”

He blinked, and his eyes blanked again. He gulped, and this time, he shook his head.

“No ma’am.”  He insisted, “Only if you let me.”

You stared at him a while as you took his cock in your hands and started pumping, rubbing the palm of your hand across his fat mushroom tip.

You loved how he was struggling to keep his eyes open and the grunts that were coming from his throat.

“I guess you have been reasonably good so far. But you still have to follow orders.” 

You shifted around and straddled his chest, reaching back to finally take his glasses off. All he could do was stare at you.

“I’m all yours, ma’am. Your ass is perfect. Served up for me like this.” 

The yearning in his voice was unmistakable. 

“Such a good, good boy” 

Your thumb flicked over the tip of his dick.

“Promise I’ll always be a good boy.” 

You used your hands on him again, your strokes fast and firm enough that he was nearly on the edge but not quite there. You felt powerful.

Slowly, you shuffled back, moving your ass toward his face. And your face towards his cock.

Kitten licks on his tip had him squirming on the bed, his hands now gripping the ropes which tied him fast to the headboard.

“Ma’am, please. Please….please.”

He begged and moaned against your cunt, moving his head and dramatically sweeping his tongue up your slit, making you drip and spasm. 

“Rafael! Your mouth....So, so good...” You groaned. 

Your praise only caused his cock to become harder. Seeing that, you pushed yourself down more firmly on his face.  

Rafa moaned into your pussy causing you to almost tip over.

“So, so good Rafa.”

You raised yourself up, bracing on his thighs, yours tightening around his face.  You were determined to finish the job.

“Tell me what you want and maybe I’ll give it to you.” Your voice was deceptively sweet.

He sucked at your clit for a little while longer before he pulled his face away long enough to respond. He watched your pussy quiver as he spoke.

”I want to cum. Please ma’am, I need to cum.” 

“Hmmmmm. No.” 

Your lips were a hairs’ breadth away from his tip. He groaned, and dove back into your pussy.

“And if you even think of cumming before I say so, you’ll be severely punished.”

You could feel him sucking your clit more intensely, trying to get you to a point where you’d slip up. 

But instead, you deep throated him until you reached his base and rested there for a moment. All the practice of taking his entire length was paying off in this moment.

You slowly started to bob on his dick and his attention to your core faltered as his head fell back to the bed.

“Shit…That feels so good. So fuckin’ good… Ma’am.”

Although you loved to hear his voice broken in ecstasy, the hand that was caressing his balls as you sucked him off tugged gently to remind him of his job.

Immediately his lips wrapped around your clit again.

When you felt his balls tighten, you pulled your mouth off of him, moving to kneel next to him on the bed.

“Huh...oh! Ma’am, please!” 

“I thought you were mine to do with as I please?”

Your hands danced down your body, briefly cupping your tits and rolling your nipples. 

Your lover looked as if he would die from want of touching you.

‘I am. I am. I just…’

“I just want to know, where do you want to cum? Cum in my mouth or in my wet pussy?”

You sat back on your knees and parted your thighs, so he can get another look at you.

“Definitely your pussy.”

You leaned over and smiled at him.

“We’ll see.”

You swung your leg over him and positioned yourself above the head of his stiff cock. 

You swiped him up and down the length of your slit, and then slowly sunk down, taking it millimeters  at a time. 

Rafael groaned, knowing that he wanted to push himself up into you, and you felt him bend his knees to plant his feet to do just that.

“Dont. Move.”  

Your voice was firm as you raked your fingernails down his torso, making sure to scrape his nipples as you went.

Rafa opened his eyes to see, and his mouth to gasp, and you rewarded him by sinking all the way down on him. 

“Fuck ma’am. You feel so good, so tight, so fuckin’ wet.”  You scraped his nipples again.

You smiled at his agony, keeping your eyes on him as he watched your body move. 

You went faster, rocking your hips which caused your breasts to jiggle as you slid up and down his pole.

He groaned again, but nodded, eyes squeezing closed to shut out some stimulation.  

But that was a no go.

“Open your eyes, Cash. Be good.”

Rafael just simply couldn’t think. 

“But you feel so amazing...Ma’am. And you look too… fucking goooooddd. Shit.” 

He could barely get it out, which only served to make you wetter. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he dropped it to the bed as you rose up on his length and then drove yourself back down on him.

“Open your eyes!”  

He did, his eyes a dark blue now, and trained on you as you repeatedly slammed down on him, fucking him mercilessly.

"So fucking perfect. I wish I could just touch you…” He said breathlessly between grunts.

“It’s not your wish. It’s my command.”  

You tried to look menacing and Rafael’s face convinced you that it worked. His eyes widened and he closed his mouth as your hips moved relentlessly.

He knew what you needed as well. His words.

“Thank you Ma’am. For letting me inside your tight, wet… ohhhh… I love you so fucking much.”

He was so sweet when he was needy. 

“Love you, love this pussy…”

“Ohhh, Rafa. I love you too. It’s yours anytime you want. If you’re a good boy…”

“I am. I will be. I promise.” He looked into your eyes and you knew it was true.

“Is this dick mine? No one else’s? “

Rafael’s moaned deeply, licking his lips to taste you again.

“All… yours….It’s your’s,” he breathed.

“Good boy Fuck, Rafa!…”

Your Bay Boy was a mess, moaning and bucking his hips up inside you. You let him, knowing how desperate and needy he was.  He was so beautiful. 

You rocked your hips back and forth, bringing yourself oh so close to the edge. 

Rafa’s hips pistoned up into you ferociously hitting the spot that made you moan loudly.

“Fuck, your cock feels so good,” you leaned down to whisper. “You wanna come? You wanna come inside me?”

You felt him shudder, you mustered all the strength you had to stop moving.  

He pulled at the restraints, wanting to grab you and hold you fast, but he couldn't.

“So close, Ma’am. More...please. I need to cum.”

You shushed him, putting your finger on his pink lips and smiling down at him. 

“I know, baby.”

And you started moving again. With purpose.

“Eyes on me.”

Rafa didn’t know where to focus, your face, your breasts, where you two were connected, the look on your face, the sensations. 

There was no coherent thought in his head except what you were doing to him.

You felt him pulse within you and decided it was time as your clit shuddered with your impending orgasm.

“Cum for me Baby, cum inside me. Paint my walls.” 

Rafa’s head snapped up and he growled.

“What did you say???”

“I said, come inside me. Fill me full of your cum. I want it all.”

“Holy fuck!” 

Rafa’s eyes screwed closed and he pumped everything into you like you asked. 

The feel of him swelling and releasing inside you triggered your own orgasm, but you still had a job to do. 

You untied him while he was still spasming within you. You held him close as he came back to earth, lightly rubbing and kissing his marked wrists.

You kissed him and murmured, “Are you ok? As he smiled at you and kissed you back.

You handed him a bottle of water as he readjusted.

Rafa took a drink, turned to you and murmured, “You’re amazing you know that? Just what I needed.” And he kissed you again, hand in your hair, massaging your scalp.

Happiness bloomed in your chest.

You lay in his arms and snuggled his neck while he moved his hands down your body. Then he pulled your hair to make you look at him.

“What do you need?” 

Rafa’s eyes searched your face, because he always made sure he took care of you, no matter who had been dominant.

“Nothing. Just need you.”

“You got me, love.” 

He smiled and  kissed your forehead, and then moved to get out of bed.

“No. I have a better idea.” You smiled up at him mischievously.

“First one in the shower calls the shots.”

You got up from the bed, ready to sprint to the bathroom, only to be overtaken by Rafael, who picked you up and backed into the shower, so that he was the first one to enter.

You cast your eyes down as he turned on the water, waiting for his command.

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[min-yunki-agustd]

PART: 2

Namgi yoongi sickie namjoon caretaker

WORD COUNT: still have no idea ...

Tw: emote ,graphic description of vomiting

Into the thick of it !

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After a several minutes of upchucking and cooking tossing , yoongi was finally able to calm down and breathe. Despite be very tired yoongi and namjoon decided it would be best to sit and relax a bit longer ln attempt to insure a less eventful drive home. They stood outside of the car for a while neither of them saying a word.

After they got off the four lane road namjoon wanted to stop by a convent store or gas station to get something hydrating for yg. He knew that after yoongi gets carsick he tends to not feel so well for the rest of the time being. Namjoon wanted to at least make sure yoongi stays hydrated. And now that he is thinking about it yoongi would probably want to clean up a bit .

“Yoongi”. Namjoon said trying to get yoongi’s attention. “ why don’t we stop up here to this gas station, you can go freshen up and I can grab you a drink.” Yoongi took a deep breath. “ sounds good I guess.” “Alright, what would you like to drink?” Joon asked. “ what ever will get this gross taste out of my mouth.”

-time skip cause why not -

Namjoon was standing in front or the freezer section of the gas station. He couldn’t decide if he should buy gatorade or water. Hmmmm , water would be the easiest for his stomach.... hmmmm but the gatorade will give him electro lights.... Joon decide to get the gatorade. After paying he decided to go sit in the car and wait for yoongi to get back. He was taking quite a while nammjoon thought to himself.

-yoongi POV -

I just wanted to clean the vomit on my shoes off from when I got sick on them earlier. Something about seeing my dinner on my shoes ignited a once Burnt flame in my stomach. Yoongi ran to the closet stall he could get to. He was thankful to see that it was clean. He lurked forward with a rough gag.

He didn’t have much to bring up considering he had already gotten sick on the four-lane. Dry heaving and bring nothing up was starting to take a toll on his throat. But he felt really nauseous and he decided he’ll wait it out in the gas station bathroom. He really did not what to get sick on the road again.

- not yoongi’s POV -

Namjoon was starring at the watch in his wrist. It was almost 12:00 midnight. Yoongi sure was taking a while. He knew yoongi was tired and not feeling well but he was starting to get worried he got sick again. So she went back into the gas station to check on yoongi. He found yoongi alone in the restroom siting on the floor breathing loud and slow breaths. He didn’t want to startle him so he a knocks on the door of the stall yoongi is currently in.

Namjoon knew it was yoongi in the stall because of the specific breathing exercises he was doing. The one he always does when he is starting to feel nauseous. “ yoongi ?” Namjoon said in a calm and quite voice. “ are you ok ?” Yoongi groaning loudly and let Namjoon into the stall. Namjoon noticed yg had a hand on his stomach like he did when he ate to much at Jin’s dinner party. “Is your stomach still bothering you? Namjoon asked”. Namjoon already knew yoongi’s stomach was hurting, he just wanted a response out of yoongi. “Uhhhhhhhh, yeah my stomach is killing me I was fine for a little bit but I started to feel sick again.” Yoongi says with a groggy expression on his face. “I got you some gatorade, it’s in the car.” Should I get you something for your nausea ? Are you still feeling nauseous ? I can - blah blah blah blah,” is the only thing yoongi heard.

Yoongi really couldn’t get himself to focus on what Namjoon was saying. His stomach was in his throat. He was starting to feel like he might get sick again after all. “Yoongi , are you listening?” Joon asked. “Huh? Oh sorry I didn’t hear a word you said.” Yoongi moved closer to the toilet. His chin moved to his chest . He gulped. Then proceeded lurch so far forward with a gag he probably would have hit his head on the toilet if Namjoon didn’t catch him in time. Namjoon slightly moving yoongi made him feel super dizzy. This time yoongi retched and it was very much productive. He didn’t even know he had anything else to throw up but some how he did. Yoongi continued to throw up until there was nothing more than bile to bring up. Namjoon was quietly patting yoongi’s back again. This time a little more aggressively. Yoongi couldn’t take it anymore. He was tired , his stomach and throat were aching and he didn’t want his back to hurt too.

“Joon, I know your trying to help , but would you please stop pating my back. Your being a little too rough.” Yoongi says with a tired huff. “ Oh.... uhhh I’m sorry I didn’t know”. “It’s alright joon.” Yoongi hopes he isn’t hurting namjoons feelings but he just couldn’t take it anymore.

-Another time skip -

After a while of siting on the bathroom floor yoongi and Namjoon got some meds for yoongi’s stomach and headed out of the gas station. They managed to make it all the way home without any further incidents.

The End ——————————

[tlbodine]

An Irritated Review of an Aggressively Bad Book

As a child of the 90s, I cut my teeth on R.L. Stine’s books. Goosebumps in elementary school, graduating up to Fear Street -- with its guts and gore! -- by my tweens. But the time came when I had voraciously consumed all of the R.L. Stine at the library, and I hungered for more books in the same vein. 

Which led me to Christopher Pike. 

Christopher Pike was another of the “Point Horror” series writers popular through the 80s, and they were an obvious thing to recommend to a budding young horror fan (especially as his books tended to be popular with young girls, thanks to the romantic subplots they often featured). But I just never really enjoyed them. I read a handful, shrugged it off, and eventually moved on to reading Stephen King and other adult authors instead. 

Which brings us to this motherfucker. 

@comicreliefmorlock​ sent me a small stack of vintage YA horror titles, because reading ridiculous cheesy teen thrillers sounded like good nostalgic fun. 

But this book isn’t the fun kind of cheesy. It’s the kind of cheesy that drives me to start blogging in irritation at 12:57 am. Because this book isn’t just bad, it is aggressively bad, and it says a lot about 1984 and the state of horror fiction and YA fiction and publishing in general that this fucking book launched Christopher Pike’s career. 

So let’s talk about this sumbitch below the cut.

The story is about a group of teens who meet up for a ski weekend. The girls were all very close when they were younger, but drifted apart after an accident that left one friend badly burned and her little sister dead. The burned-friend is the one whose family owns this very fancy house and so graciously invited everyone to come hang out. 

Our characters don’t really get much in the way of actual characterization, but here’s the cast: 

Nell, who has some facial scarring and whose family is apparently loaded

Nicole, the dead little sister

Lara, the main character (ostensibly)

Dana, who likes to eat and crack jokes (funny fat friend solidarity fist bump)

Rachael, the gorgeous blonde beauty rival of Lara

Mindy, who chews gum

Celeste, a shy girl with back problems who they’ve befriended somewhat recently 

They arrive and hand over their keys to a park ranger to valet-park their car while marveling at how they don’t really know if he was a real park ranger, because I always give my keys to strangers when visiting an isolated location. Celeste asks some innocent questions about why the group hasn’t hung out recently, and the group neglects to mention the dead sister, but the reader figures it out. 

Don’t worry, we’ll hear all about that in a moment. But first there’s a small, stupid mystery about a disappearing snowman, that melted really fast like it was burned and Lara will continue to fixate on this for the rest of the book. 

They spend a little time getting settled in before hitting the slopes. Celeste and Nell hang behind despite being the two people at this gathering who presumably don’t know each other, but they hit it off great right away so good for them. 

At the ski lodge, they run into a pair of boys that Rachael and Mindy know -- Percy and Cal. Lara falls into an instant and irritating infatuation with Percy for some reason, deepening that rivalry with Rachael. Cal creeps on Dana, trying to grope her when they get a minute alone, but Mindy of course gets jealous of Dana for horning on on her man because of course she does. 

Note: The book was written by a man in 1985. 

Anyway, at the ski slopes, Dana disappears, and everyone kind of assumes she’s just trying to avoid Cal even when they find one of her skis sitting in the middle of a very mysterious patch of snow that seems to have some ash and ice in it (just like the snowman! gasp!) but it’s probably fine! 

Somewhere in here we get an entire chapter told in italics to provide helpful background information about how Nicole died -- which involved a bunch of 6th graders at a sleepover getting drunk from stolen brandy in the liquor cabinet, deciding to hold a seance, knocking over a candle, catching Nicole on fire, and then Lara trying to put her out with the brandy (because it’s wet!) and that of course creates a Nicole-Flambe situation. Nicole is whisked away to the hospital and dies there and Lara is wracked with guilt and so forth and so on. 

And scene. Back to the present, where Dana is still missing, they can’t find the ranger who has their car keys, there’s a storm bearing down on them, but of course the most important thing is whether Percy likes Lara better than he likes Rachael. They invite the boys to come over that night. 

Dana’s not back at the house, so Lara calls the lodge to ask for them to have her call if she shows up, but otherwise big shrugs about the friend’s disappearance and presumably being lost in the middle of a storm. Celeste is scandalized that they were going to eat cold cuts at a party and sets to dressing and roasting two whole chickens and a bunch of side dishes, which is of course an extremely normal thing for a teenager to do at a party. 

The boys show up, and Lara feels kind of bad about not really caring where Dana is, except not guilty enough to do anything about it. Dana, you’re too good for these people, get better friends. 

Anyway, they eat and do some drinking then play charades, which Celeste and Nell are eerily good at (hmmmm) and then Cal creeps on Celeste which starts a whole argument culminating in Percy punching him in the face, Cal stumbling backward, and Mindy’s arm catching fire because Nell had bitchily thrown alcohol at her earlier. They throw out the boys and start doing some first aid on Mindy, including dosing her on some codeine that they conveniently have lying around. 

Percy’s gotta go, so Lara walks him out in the woods, refusing anybody else’s offer to come with her so she doesn’t get lost because she wants to make a move on him. There’s some painful flirting, some kissing, some talks about pyrokinesis and the mysterious Dana disappearance (and the snowman! that damned snowman!) and also Percy has a flare gun in his pocket for some reason. 

Gag. Ugh. But ok, fine, Percy gives her the flare gun, presumably because he’s letting her walk back through the woods alone in a blizzard. She scoops up some of the ice from Dana’s disappearance-spot to bring home for evidence and then goes to bed. When she awakens, the ice has melted and she can see bones! and ash! Ahhhh! 

This causes her to panic, so she runs out of the house at 3am into the woods and then, idk, freezes or something. Cal is there for some reason? She conveniently blacks out and awakens to find herself tied up in Nell’s basement. But hey look, Dana’s here! And so is Rachael! 

We helpfully learn that Dana’s been tied up in a closet this whole time. Also, SURPRISE! Celeste isn’t actually Celeste, she’s Nicole! (in case this wasn’t already painfully obvious from all of the foreshadowing). She didn’t die after all! She just assumed an entirely new identity! She was just pretending not to know who Nell is! 

Never mind that Celeste has parents who we have literally talked to in this book (they briefly call to check on her and Lara speaks to them instead). Apparently Nicole’s family....gave her up for adoption? but she’s still really close to her sister? Or else Lara somehow doesn’t realize that Celeste’s parents are Nell’s parents? Literally no part of this is explained in a way that makes any sense at all. 

But anyway, turns out this whole weekend was just an excuse to get everybody together so that Nell and Nicole/Celeste could get revenge by dousing them in kerosene and burning them alive. Like you do. 

There’s a lot of waffling and trying to win over Nicole with the power of friendship, and then she changes her mind about the plan but Nell doesn’t, which leads to some dramatic scuffling and ultimately Lara shoots Nell with Chekhov’s flare gun, but it’s totally OK because her expression is “the most peaceful” Lara has ever seen so that’s cool, and then they manage to rescue Mindy before the house blows up.

From there, we’ve just got some loose ends to tie up. We’re rescued by the suspicious ranger from earlier who it turns out actually is a ranger, so that’s cool. How did he find them? Why, that strapping young man Cal tipped him off that they might be in trouble! 

You heard it here first, folks. Cal, the guy whose characterization up to this point has been “gropes girls without consent” and “tells funny war stories about napalm” is actually the real hero here! What a find stand-up young gentleman that serial offender is. 

Also, again, Dana, you are too good for these people, find new friends. 

Anyway, the girls end up in the hospital, where they promise a vow of secrecy but also Lara and Nicole are totally going to be best friends now, no harsh feelings. Also Lara is totally going to hook up with Percy, because that was definitely the most important thing to come from this weekend and she’s definitely not in any way going to be traumatized about any of this. 

The end. 

distant gagging sounds

[aion-rsa]

Marvel’s Loki Episode 5: MCU Easter Eggs and References

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This article contains Loki episode 5 spoilers.

Marvel’s Loki episode 5 is a big one. Yes, we know…last week felt like that. And the one before it, too. But this one really IS, with the entire episode taking place (as DoG’s Kayti Burt put it) on top of a literal “trash pile of MCU and Marvel Comics Easter eggs.”

With that in mind, let’s have some fun with all the incredible Marvel references they managed to sneak into Loki episode 5.

Journey Into Mystery

You probably already know this, but Journey Into Mystery was the book that first introduced the Marvel Comics version of Thor, with Loki following shortly after. The title eventually was just renamed Thor since the Asgardians had become the primary focus of the book for years by that point. However, Journey Into Mystery was revived a few years back, with its primary focus being on the adventures of Kid Loki this time around.

Thanos Copter

The Lokis pass a helicopter with “THANOS” on the side. This is a reference to Spidey Super Stories #39 from 1979. The all-ages comic featured a story of Spider-Man and the Cat (Hellcat) taking on Thanos, who was on the hunt for the Cosmic Cube. He flew around New York City in his own helicopter with his name on the side. The reference comes up as a joke here and there, including an issue of Deadpool. Even Thanos’ giant two-sided blade weapon from Avengers: Endgame has been considered by many to be a sly reference to the Thanos Copter.

Ecto-Cooler

While the Lokis are all drinking wine, Kid Loki is shown drinking Hi-C Ecto Cooler. The Slimer-based citrus drink was a tie-in to The Real Ghostbusters cartoon of the 1980s and lasted into 2001 due to its popularity. Afterwards, it became a fondly-remembered relic to time. Ecto Cooler made a brief return in 2016 to coincide with the Ghostbusters reboot. Sadly, there’s no news of it coming back for the upcoming Ghostbusters: Afterlife movie.

Speaking of Kid Loki…

Kid Loki

Kid Loki seems to be wielding a flaming sword, which looks an awful lot like Laevateinn, the sword he wielded in the Loki: Agent of Asgard comics.

Polybius

In the background of the Lokis’ lair, we see a Polybius arcade machine. Polybius is a long-running urban legend. Supposedly, back in 1981, an arcade machine was set up in Portland, Oregon, watched over by various men in black. The game was so addicting that it caused fights to break out and horrible side-effects to its players. We wrote more about the decades-old mystery of Polybius right here.

Pretty sure there’s an old Williams Space Pinball machine in there, too but that’s not as wild as Polybius.

The Void

Fittingly, the realm where all the pruned victims end up is called the Void. In the comics, the Void is a dark, inexplicable, and possibly biblical entity that acts as the evil side to the Sentry. During the storyline Siege, the Void murdered Loki, which facilitated his rebirth as Kid Loki.

Alioth

Alioth first appeared in Avengers: The Terminatrix Objective #1, the same 1993 comic that also introduced Ravonna Renslayer to the world…and one that features Kang as its central villain. Hmmmm…

Oh, and Alioth was co-created by Mobius M. Mobius inspiration/model Mark Gruenwald, who gets another shout later in the episode.

Vote Loki

The “politician Loki” who we see leading (inasumuch as they can/want to be led) the loose coalition of Variant Lokis is modeled almost exactly on the version of Loki from Marvel’s Vote Loki story by Christopher Hastings, Langdon Foss, and Paul McCaffery. In it, Loki ends up running for President, with his ridiculous campaign built on the “honest” deception of openly lying to the American people inadvertently aided by a credulous news media. It’s a good read and you should check it out.

This episode also engages in the old MCU/Star Wars tradition of someone getting a hand cut off…in this case it’s our pal, “Vote Loki.”

Frog Thor

A frog resembling Thor is shown in a jar labeled “T365.” Wouldn’t you know it, Thor #365 is the issue where Loki transforms Thor into a frog. Yes, it was a whole thing. Walt Simonson’s run on the Thor comics is really spectacular.

“Frog Thor” also got a mention in Thor: Ragnarok, during the “play within the movie” seen as “Loki” apologized to “Thor” for turning him into a frog.

You know, there’s even an independent wrestler with a Thor Frog gimmick. Life is beautiful sometimes.

Classic Loki

So it appears that Classic Loki is basically what would have happened if “our” Loki survived the opening of Avengers: Infinity War, which he did by allowing Thanos to kill a duplicate while he disguised himself as some debris. Classic Loki went into hiding and developed a taste for brighter greens and yellows, and aged into Richard E. Grant, before he was pruned by the TVA and found himself here in the Void.

Classic Loki’s line about “the god of outcasts” comes from 2019’s Loki #5, by Daniel Kibblesmith and Andy McDonald:

“I am Loki. God of outcasts. They see themselves in me. And I in them. All of us, alone together. It’s why my stories always end with someone trying to put me in a box. And begin with my spectacular escape.”

Later in the episode, Classic Loki and Kid Loki literally “exit stage right,” in what feels like a very deliberately “stagey” moment that plays on the Shakespearean overtones of all of this.

The Living Tribunal

On the ground in the Void there’s a large severed head…and it’s that of The Living Tribunal, a cosmic entity created by Stan Lee and Marie Severin back in 1967. The presence of a Living Tribunal (even one who is dead at this present time), whose entire purpose for being is predicated on the existence of a multiverse, means that the TVA is trying very hard to cut all ties and any evidence of the fact that the multiverse is already out there.

U.S.S. Eldridge

The USS Eldridge was a real Cannon-class destroyer in the U.S. Navy in use from 1943 to 1992. It was supposedly sold for scrap after it was decommissioned but Loki posits that perhaps it was an unwanted Variant in the Sacred Timeline. Perhaps this is because the ship was rumored to be subjected to the “Philadelphia Experiment” that was supposed to render it invisible to the human eye. The story is sadly probably a hoax.

There’s a not exactly great 1984 movie called The Philadelphia Experiment which adds time travel to the equation, making this little callback even more Loki appropriate.

Is That Stan Lee?

At about 9:38 there’s a mural in the TVA headquarters. On the right there’s a guy in prescription shades, with a familiar moustache and salt-and-pepper hair. We’re not saying that’s Stan Lee, but…

The Castle

Yes, we know, that ominous castle sure looks like Doctor Doom’s  home of Doomstadt, but…it’s probably not (or is it?). More likely, this is Castle Limbo, home of Kang the Conqueror (or…is it?).

We unpacked these possibilities some more here.

The Music

The “heroic Loki” theme at the end sounds like it’s about to break into Wagner’s “Ride of the Valkyries.”

Speaking of, the regular Loki theme is very similar to the part of the Delfonics “Ready or Not Here I Come (Can’t Hide From Love)” that was sampled for Missy Elliott’s “Sock It To Me.” The original (also sampled for the Fugees’ “Ready or Not” and Dr. Dre’s “Still D.R.E.”) was about the inevitability of love, and Missy’s song was about sneaking into somebody’s house to get your back blown out, so basically the same thing. Could have some bearing on Loki and Sylvie’s story.

The music that plays during the “Loki brawl” is this show’s equivalent of Scooby-Doo chase music. That’s a good thing, by the way.

Pixar, is that you?

Was that the Pizza Planet truck? Mobius’s ride, a station wagon with a slice of pizza on top, immediately brought to mind the popular Pixar easter egg/elaborate timeline mcguffin that has appeared in every Pixar movie to date. Also, very nice touch having Lightning McQueen himself drive it.

An even nicer touch is the license plate on the car Mobius is driving: GRN W1D. As in “Gruenwald.” As in (say it with us, kids!) Mark Gruenwald, the Marvel writer and editor who Mobius is based on.

Ant-Man

At one point on the ground in the Void we can spot a gigantic Yellowjacket helmet. Yellowjacket is the codename for several size-shifting superheroes in the Marvel Comics, but is best known to MCU fans as Corey Stoll’s Darren Cross from the first Ant-Man flick. 

Guardians of the Galaxy

There’s lots of crashed spacecraft, one of which kind of looks like the Dark Aster (Ronan the Accuser’s ship in Guardians of the Galaxy), and there may be a Helicarrier hanging around. There’s also a flying saucer that vaguely resembles the ship from John Carpenter’s The Thing, and a pirate ship that if Doctor Doom were actually the villain of this show (he isn’t…or…is he?) would make us think of that character’s very first appearance in Fantastic Four comics, where he sent Ben Grimm back in time to become Blackbeard. No, really.

Miscellaneous Time Variants

The fate of the Lokis is reminiscent of What If? #12, otherwise known as What If the X-Men Had Stayed in Asgard? At the end of the story, after tasting defeat yet again, Loki begged Those Who Sit Above in Shadow to allow him to rule Asgard. They agreed by sending him far into the future at the end of time. As reality started to break down, Loki went out laughing in the face of oblivion.

The bus ad at the beginning is for Calum Ross, who is an editor on the show. 

The shot of all the Lokis walking as the camera swoops overhead is very much reminiscent of Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings movies.

Loki and Sylvie are cold in The Void. But wait a minute, aren’t they both Frost Giants? Why then would Loki conjure a green blanket? Unless he wants a convenient excuse to cuddle up with his Variant…

Loki is drinking “RoxxiWine” pinot noir…out of a box…which is a nice touch.

Is that weird, very large plant in the bowling alley hideout supposed to be a Variant Yggdrasil? Or wait…what if that’s Plant Loki?!? He’s green, isn’t he?

Next to Alligator Loki’s kiddie pool there’s a copy of The Mystery and Lore of Monsters, a 1930 book by Charles J.S. Thompson.

The tower we all keep thinking is Avengers Tower is in fact Qeng Tower, the headquarters of Qeng Enterprises, the company that Tony Stark (mistakenly) sold the old Avengers tower to in the comics.

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The Nanny Affair

Chapter 12.) The Gala. Part 2.

Author’s Note: This little fanfic rewrite of chapter 12 was a challenge thrown down by a skilled writer/sister friend. I accept! (Contains MAJOR Spoilers! If you don’t like to be spoiled or haven’t read the chapter; do NOT continue!) (All Characters and some of the dialogues are property of Pixelberry. This is just a fun little fanfic rewrite of chapter 12.). One more thing: this was written entirely on my notes app on my iPhone.

***Rated: Mature 18+. Contains sexual content, nudity and strong language.

***Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters.

***Characters: Sam Dalton (LI), Krystal Parker (MC), Mason, Mickey and Carter and Mr. and Mrs. Dalton (Side Characters).

Current Word Count: 2,245 words

Part 2. picks up where we left off in Part 1.

“Wonderful! Let me go say goodnight to my parents and we’ll be off.”, Sam says as he finishes his own drink.

She meets him by the concourse entrance to the hotel; and not long after they’re on the elevator headed to his suite. She was excited, turned on and terrified all at once. Sam led them down a long corridor to the suite he booked.

“Okay I gotta ask; why’d you book a suite?”, she asked.

“Like I told you; I want you all alone and all to myself. Besides I figured that we’d both be too drunk for a limo ride home so; this was my only alternative.”, he answered as he stepped closer to her. The closer he got to her; the higher her body temp went.

“Sam…”, she whispers.

“Shhh don’t talk; just listen. You need to understand that I have been craving you for weeks. It’s been agonizing! But every time I think I’ve got you to myself; something has always stopped me or I forced myself to stop. But not tonight. No tonight I get exactly what I want. And I want you!”, he tells her before wrapping her up in a knee weakening kiss. She wasn’t actually drunk; but she sure felt like it.

Her mind raced faster than her heart rate. She knew it was wrong. She knew that she shouldn’t be alone in a hotel room with her VERY MUCH engaged boss. She knew all of that and yet; in that moment: she didn’t care. She wanted him just as badly. And she wasn’t about to waste the opportunity to have him.

“Sam…”, she desperately moaned.

“That’s it Krystal! Moan for me!”, he tells her in a harsh whisper. He trailed small kisses along her jaw and down her neck. She had never felt like this. She felt his passion and fire all at once. It was raw and animalistic. It was hot. It was dreamy. It was powerful. It was Sam. In his pure glory and true form. One part possessed, one part obsessed and one part totally dominant. And what’s more: she loved every second of it. She wanted it. And while he has her pinned between him and the wall; she was going to get every single bit of it.

Her body sang every time he touched her; and that moment was no different. She was desperate for him. She needed him. She craved him. She WANTED him. It drove her crazy not to have him.

“Sam…please…”, she pleaded. He stopped long enough to look deep in her eyes. “Tell me what you want Krystal. If you want me to stop. Then I’ll stop. Just say it.”, he told her. That’s not what she wanted. Hell she knew what she wanted. She just needed to silence that voice in her head telling her to run out the door.

“Krystal…”, he said. It was enough to snap her out of whatever fog she was in. By hearing her name on his lips; she knew exactly what she wanted.

“I…don’t…want you to stop! I need this! I need you! Please don’t stop. Not now!”, she told him. That was all he needed to hear. He kissed her again but not as hard or intense as before. Mainly because, he wanted to savor this moment. He wanted to savor her. In one quick motion; he picked her up and carried her in his strong arms to the rooms King Sized bed.

He laid her down gently and said, “God you are remarkable, you know that right? Everything about you is beautiful.”

“Thank you. It helps when I have to constantly wrangle two seven year old tiny tornadoes.”, she responded. She finally got to look at him. And what she saw was magical. He wasn’t just the man wanting to be CEO, he wasn’t just the father (although that part is what she loves most about him) no she finally saw him for who he is. She got to see him finally be Sam.

“I don’t want to rush this Krystal. But I’m impatient. I—“, he said before she put a finger to his lips and hushed him. “Hush don’t rush this. I think we should enjoy every single minute of it. So let’s do that.”

He nodded then softly kissed her knuckles on her right hand.

“God you are intoxicating! I can never get enough of you.”, he told her before placing a soft kiss on the inside of her right wrist. He continued to place soft kisses up the inside of her arm.

“Tell me what you fantasize about Krystal. Is it ever about me?”, he asks her.

“It’s always about you. You’re all I ever dream about.”, she replied.

“Tell me about some of your favorite fantasies Krystal. ”, he tells her as he continues kissing up towards her neck.

“Well sometimes; I fantasize about you being sweet and gentle with me.”, she says as she bites her lower lip. His lips had reached the base of her neck and each kiss sent pulses racing throughout her body.

“Like a domesticated type of thing?”, he asks her as he kissed a line down her chest.

“Oh God! You make me sound like I’m some kind of cat.”, she says with a giggle.

He looks up at her and says, “well; you are my little kitten.”

All she can do is bite her lower lip.

“So, domestic huh? What, like you’re cooking dinner and I come up behind you and wrap my arms around your waist; while nibbling on your ear, possibly distracting you from what you’re doing or trying to do?”, he asks as he slides closer to her center. She inhales sharply as he starts kissing down the inside of her exposed thigh.

“Yesssssssssss…”, she moaned. Hoping he would continue.

“Is that a yes to my question or to the kiss?”, he asks her.

“Both…”, she says breathlessly.

“Hmmmm…then maybe after dinner and definitely once the boys are knocked out cold; I have you naked spread out on the kitchen table or the counter for matter, ready for me to feast on my dessert.”, he comes back up to whisper in her ear.

“Definitely! But let’s not forget: kitten likes dessert too”, she replied.

“But of course! I would never let my kitten go without letting her have her dessert. It wouldn’t be right!”, he says to her before kissing her softly.

“So, is that the only fantasy you have about me?”, he asks clearly intrigued by her.

“No…sometimes when I fantasize about you; you wind up taking on a somewhat very Christian Grey persona. Only; you’re much better than he is.”, she tells him.

“Ohhh yeah? What makes you say that?”, he asks with an eyebrow raised.

“You’re not some rich, secluded jerk; who not only ignores safe words and has a serious false sense of entitlement. And that’s not even the biggest problem I have with him. His biggest problem is he doesn’t believe in consent.”, she replies.

“Touché. Point taken. You don’t like Christian Grey. Got it!”, he acknowledged in his head.

“So kitten likes to be kinky, eh?”, he asks.

“What’s life without a little fun?”, she replies with a wink.

“Indeed…and since we’re on the subject; let’s say I did this…”, he trails off before flipping her over so that; she’s on all fours.

“You’ve been a VERY naughty girl kitten!”, he says before giving her ass a slap hard enough to make her gasp.

“Looks like I’m going to have to punish you!”, he says before slapping her ass again.

“Ohh no Mr. Dalton! Please don’t punish me!”, she begs him.

“You know what my rules are kitten! And you’ve broken them!”, he says in between slaps, “you know I have a strict no panties rule! And yet; you continue to wear them!”, he hissed while tangling his right hand in her hair and bringing her to knees.

Him doing so; sent a steadily rising heat through her whole body.

“Mr. Dalton! Please! I promise to make it up to you! I swear I can be a good girl!”, she pleaded.

“Too little too late kitten. This is a lesson that you’ll need to learn the hard way.”, he says to her in a harsh whisper.

“What are you gonna do to me?”, she asks innocently.

“Whatever I see to be a fitting punishment kitten.”, he says to her. As soon as he says that; he pulls her hair back so that her neck is exposed to him.

“This will do nicely as a start…”, he trails off as he begins sucking on her neck, “very nicely indeed!”, he whispers against the delicate skin of her neck.

The entire time she hoped he’d leave a mark on the spot he chose. As he sucked on her neck; both of his hands found their way to the inside of her gown. He twisted, pinched and rubbed on her aching nipples. The sensation from both were driving her up the wall.

“Sam…”, she moaned softly. She writhed against him; silently begging him to take her right then. But Sam had other plans for the night.

“Not yet kitten. I’m not done having my fun with you.”, he says to her as he continued, “but I am willing to compromise. But you’ll have to be on your back for this. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”, he says to her.

Although she pouts because she isn’t getting what she wants at the moment; she does what he asks of her. As soon as she’s lying on her back; he slides in between her thighs and begins massaging them both. Sending ripples of pleasure shooting through her body.

Just then he places her right leg over his left shoulder.

“You might not know this but; I’m known to be good at giving a massage. And well…I do owe you a massage Krystal so…shall I?”, he asks as he softly runs his knuckles; along the inside of her thigh.

“Yesssssssssss!”, she coos.

“As you wish…”, he replies.

He slowly sets her right leg down on the bed and slides down towards the edge, bring him close to her feet.

“Now, these heels look gorgeous on you. But; they gotta go! They’re in my way!”, he says as he pops them off and let’s them land wherever on the floor.

“And now that that’s over with; the fun can begin!”, he says with a wink.

He starts by alternating kisses between the tops of both of her ankles. The sensation from it all was new but; definitely appreciated by Krystal. It was light, it was sweet and it kinda tickled but she enjoyed every moment of it. Even though; she wasn’t prepared for what was about to happen next. Instead of his kisses going higher up her calf; they went lower towards her feet.

“Ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyy God!”, she squealed. It felt incredible! A little weird but definitely incredible. She writhed in the bed as Sam continued nipping, licking, sucking and kissing her feet and toes.

“Yesssssssssss!”, she moaned. Every time his mouth traveled up and down the soles of her feet; it sent shockwaves of heat coursing through her.

“Do you like that?”, he asked even though he didn’t really need to.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my God! I HAD no idea you could do this!”, she responded.

“It’s not really something that I broadcast to the world. But if you like it; all you have to do is ask. Or wear heels in front of me.”, he said to her.

“You look like you’re struggling a bit there. Should I stop?”, he asked.

“Yes. But only because I want to feel you inside me! Now! Right now!”, she desperately pleaded.

“Are you sure Krystal?”, he asks.

“YES! Sam please!”, she was about to lose her mind.

“Your wish is my command!”, he responded.

Once he came back up on the bed and recaptured her mouth; it didn’t take him long to get her out of her clothes.

There she lay before him naked and ready to explode; from an orgasm that had been slowly building and burning inside her.

“Tell me what you want Krystal. Do you want my mouth or my dick, first?”, he asks.

“I want your mouth!”, she demanded; unable to contain the throbbing clit sits between her thighs.

He repositioned her so that she hung slightly off the edge of the bed. He threw her legs over his shoulders and went to town.

“YESSSSSSSSSSS!”, she shrieked. Her body was on fire. His tongue felt like magic! She grabbed the bedding and squirmed as he ate her pussy with so much ease.

I hope y’all enjoy Part 2! Part 3 coming soon!

😘

@txemrn @choicesficwriterscreations

K.

[sweetness47]

Chocolate Almonds

Pairing AU Alpha! Cas x Omega! Reader

@castielspnbingo​ – amnesia

@spnabobingo​ – chocolate/coconut/almond

@spngenrebingo​ – Castiel

WARNINGS: MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY!!! Smut, abo themes, knotting, heat, rut, amnesia, angst, fluff

Word count: 1925

It was a horrible weakness, her one Achilles heel, and she always kicked herself for it. Especially when she did midnight runs to the local convenience store. She swore that one day, chocolate covered almonds would be the death of her.

She never heard anything behind her, walking to the beat of her play list, munching on the sweet crunchy chocolate delights. When the hand snaked around her face, cupping her mouth so she couldn’t scream, then another strong arm grabbed her around her waist, dragging her to the nearby alley, where the promise of something horrible awaited.

She managed to get one scream out when he threw her to the ground, but the assailant slammed her head hard against a dumpster, ceasing any more rescue thoughts.

But luck was on her side.

Castiel was walking home from the bar. He was just a regular guy, sort of. A self made millionaire. But he never fell into the rich snob category. Cas was a kind, gentle soul, one that was always willing to get his hands dirty for a good cause.

He heard the scream but only one. He listened, his hearing picking up movement by the dumpster in the alley. Quietly, he went toward the commotion, his gut instincts telling him to check the noise out.

The assailant was surprised as he was viciously pulled from his victim, and flung into a nearby puddle. He looked over at Cas, sizing him up for a takedown. Cas was faster, stronger, subduing his opponent in seconds, then calling the cops to pick him up.

The young woman was unconscious, half naked, but still covered. The bastard who attacked her hadn’t been able to finish what he started, which was good, but she needed care. The gash on the right side of her temple was bleeding and needed to be cleaned and bandaged. Gently, he picked her up and took her to his apartment not two blocks away. He was careful to cover her first, his jacket placed modestly over her ripped blouse. Within 15 minutes, he was crossing the threshold to his penthouse suite, guest in tow.

After she didn’t wake the first time, he phoned his friend Dean, a paramedic, to come and take a look at her. Dean would be able to assess if she needed to go to the hospital. Cas had cleaned the wound and bandaged it, but it had been over 12 hours. After examining the woman, checking her vitals, taking a look at the cut, Dean reassured Cas she was ok. Her body was resting, which was good for her. He told his friend that if she didn’t wake by day three, then he should bring her in, and have her assessed for brain injury.

Ever the gentleman, Cas grabbed a blanket and put it over his guest, and left her a note, and a change of clothes, in case she woke while he slept.

His sense of smell woke him around 7am, the tantalizing aroma of bacon and eggs too good to ignore. He frowned though, momentarily forgetting that he wasn’t alone in the suite. Then he remembered the night before last, the woman he’d saved, an Omega. Getting up, he donned jeans and a tee, ran his fingers through his charcoal black hair.

~~

YN woke up in momentary panic, wondering where she was. Her head was fuzzy, and it hurt like hell. Gingerly she put her fingers to the bandage, wincing as she came in contact with the still fresh cut. She studied her torn clothes, then the blanket and the living room. That’s when she saw the fresh clothes and the note.

Picking up the piece of paper, she read the words:

Hello,

I don’t want you to be scared. I rescued you from the alley two nights ago and brought you to my home. I cleaned and bandaged your wound, and left you some fresh clothes to change in to. They aren’t women’s clothes, but they should do for now.

Please feel free to use the shower located across from the couch where you woke. Also, please help yourself to the food in my kitchen. There’s also coffee in the cupboard and creamer in the fridge. If you need anything just knock on my door. My room is the one at the end of the hall behind where you slept.

Castiel James Novak

She smiled to herself. This man risked his safety to save her? Flashes of a man dragging her to the alley tore through her head. She rubbed her temples gently, mindful of the gash. She wondered if somewhere he kept Tylenol or Advil, cuz she had one massive migraine.

She did find Tylenol, took two, then looked at what the kitchen offered in the way of breakfast. She found bacon, eggs, bread. Perfect. She found a frying pan and spatula, and set to work.

About 20 minutes into her cooking, a rather dashing man walked into the living area, his dark hair freshly slept on, and she had to contain a giggle. It added to the handsome part though. In fact, this man could fall in a large puddle of mud, and still come out looking like an Adonis.

“Morning.” His voice was like honey.

“Hi.” She said, blushing. “I made enough food for two, if you want. I hope that’s ok.”

He nodded. “I did give you permission to eat. So yes, that’s fine. And thank you for the food. it smells delicious.”

She motioned to the dining table, where plates and cutlery had already been set out. She brought over the bacon and scooped some scrambled eggs on to his plate, then onto her own. A plate of toast sat beside the bacon, prompting Cas to grab two pieces, as well as three strips of bacon.

Coffee had also been brewed, and a steaming cup sat by his plate. He brought the hot mug to his lips and sipped. “The coffee’s perfect. Even I can’t get it that good. What’s your secret?”

YN frowned. “To be honest, I’m not sure. I can’t remember my name, the events of last night are hazy, and yet I can cook and make amazing coffee.”

He chuckled at the last part. “I second that. I might have to hire you to make me coffee, and food if this breakfast is any indication as to your kitchen skills.”

It was her turn to giggle. “I might have to take that offer if I can’t remember who I am.”

He got up and moved to the table by the couch. “Your purse remained untouched from what I could gather. It hadn’t been opened. Perhaps this will help.”

She shrugged. “Maybe.”

She took the black leather bag, and right away noticed the phone with the ear plugs in. She opened the zipper and found her wallet and ID. “Hmmmm, YFN YLN.”

He was intrigued. “YN. It’s suits you. Does it have an address?” she nodded. “Once we finish breakfast, I’ll drive you home if you want.”

They finished eating and cleaned the dishes. Cas grabbed some socks and a jacket, and grabbed a sweater for YN, who’s jacket was filthy from the attempted assault.

The drive wasn’t far, and they arrived at her home within a few minutes. He got out and opened the door for her. A decent sized two story bungalow greeted them, the outside clean and in good repair. The inside was just as stunning, rich dark wood floors, contrasted with a white sofa and loveseat, a very impressive kitchen, bigger than his, and three bedrooms. He had to admit to being somewhat jealous as he toured the home.

“Nice place.” He commented.

“I’m having a hard time believing it’s mine, or that I live alone. This is way too big.” YN walked around, looking at pictures of family she didn’t remember. On the dining table sat a bowl of chocolate covered almonds, and YN absently picked a handful up and began munching on them.

He watched her. “Chocolate Almonds? I remember seeing them scattered around the area where I found you.”

She looked down at the sweet treats, pursing her lips. “I think they are weakness of mine. They are my comfort go to food.”

His deep throaty chuckle had the Omega in her wet with need. And he was starting to smell like Chocolate covered almonds.

God, she was going into heat? With an Alpha nearby she’d only just met, who smelled divine? Shit.

It was at that moment Castiel noticed the stronger scent emanating from YN, and the Alpha in him stirred. She reminded him of a summer breeze, of a field of wild flowers and a hint of honey. She was starting a heat, and she smelled like heaven.

Fan fucking tastic.

Not that they found each other unattractive, but the having only just met made the next sentence somewhat awkward. YN spoke first. “My heat, I’ve never had this kind of reaction around an Alpha before. Your scent, it’s intoxicating. It’s exactly like my favorite candy.” She said, gesturing toward the chocolates.

Cas had the decency to blush. “I’ve never smelled anything so delicious, and especially not from an Omega.”

He growled, reaching for her, and YN didn’t resist, pulling him as he pulled her, their lips teasing, kissing, teeth biting, nibbling. She led him to her room, their bodies crashing together on the bed, hands tearing at each other’s clothing.

“Alpha!” she pleaded.

His response was to shed what remained of his clothes and hers, his hand exploring her body, caressing the soft flesh between her thighs. His fingers dipped inside her heat, moving slowly, and YN moaned, bucking her hips, silent pleading for more. Cas continued thrusting his digits into her, and she could feel the tightening in her abdomen, the build of one hell of an orgasm. It crashed into her like a tidal wave, hard and with enough force to stop a locomotive. She screamed his name, coating his fingers with her juices.

Cas lined up the tip of his hard cock with her hole, rubbing along the slit to gather some of those juices for lubrication. Then he pushed in, one hard thrust to break through the barrier, then stilled, allowing the shock to subside.

When he moved, YN climaxed once again, the pleasure increasing as he pressed forward. The pain had been minimal, and was now forgotten, drowned out by this Alpha. Another wave of erotic pleasure shot through her, two more times in fact, before Cas slowed his movements, feeling his knot swell, then crying out as he spilled ropes of cum inside her, filling her with his seed.

She shook with another orgasm as Cas nuzzled her scent gland, then sank his fangs deep, claiming her as his. She felt her head explode as the venom hit her bloodstream, forcing her memory to surface, remembering everything up to the moment the man had knocked her out.

Cas propped himself on his elbows. “Are you alright?”

She winced. “Yeah, fine now. I got my memory back. It must have been triggered by the amazing orgasms.”

He laughed. “Well, obviously they were healing orgasms. You should have at least 10 per day to keep in good health.”

Both Alpha and Omega broke out in hysterical laughter as they snuggled in the bed together.

@legion1993​

[daniallricciardo]

fifty questions you’ve never been asked

I was tagged by @toenialls (always got my back w the tags, thanks boo!!!) 

1. what is the colour of your hairbrush? pink

2. a food you never eat? i should get hate for this but I don’t really eat fruit, i had like a bad experience w a glass of apple juice when I was a kid and i literally have a mental block and find it really disgusting.

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too cold

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? Watching Get Out (again lol)

5. what is your favourite candy bar? does reese’s PB cups count? cause if so its those

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? ya! one of my favorite things to do actually

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? because im mad i have to write this paper!

8. what is your favourite ice cream? mint oreo

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? water

10. do you like your wallet? its fine but I keep way too many old gift cards and other stuff i don’t use in it so its always too thick

11. what was the last thing you ate? I just finished a sushi takeout dinner actually from our favorite small sushi place near us 

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? nope but i have been online shopping too much during quarantine :(

13. the last sporting event you watched? wow idk... its been so long because of everything being cancelled... It was probably a Bruins hockey game (my baes)

14. what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? I really just like classic butter and salt

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? @angelikaosiniak 🥰

16. ever go camping? ya im not like a camper but ive done it... last time I did it was actually on Easter Island which was absolutely amazing

17. do you take vitamins? HA no

18. do you go to church every sunday? no i dont believe in anything

19. do you have a tan? nah man i am extremely pale... but i do have a tan line on my stomach from when i literally FRIED myself to death last november... such bad decisioons

20. do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? chinese 4sure

21. do you drink your soda with a straw? ya if its a fountain drink, with a straw for sure

22. what colour socks do you usually wear? I have literally a full rainbow of sock colors but i guess my most common would be dark gray

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? hahahhha yes... especially on the highway whoops

24. what terrifies you? never finding love

25. look to your left, what do you see? my bedroom mirror

26. what chore do you hate? folding laundry oh my lord

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? hahaha idk... crikey?

28. what’s your favourite soda? mmmmm diet coke (way better than regular coke)

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? i actually dont eat a lot of fast food but i guess drive through?

30. who’s the last person you talked to? my dad

31. favourite cut of beef? hmmmm i guess a filet

32. last song you listened to? everything i wanted - billie eilish

33. last book you read? I mean i have read every fic on earth recently but the last book i finished was The Testaments by Margaret Atwood

34. favorite day of the week? Friday

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? i just tried it and it wasnt fast but i think i did it so fun

36. how do you like your coffee? mostly just a splash of soymilk

37. favourite pair of shoes? my white adidas sneakers

38. at what time do you normally go to bed? 12am-2am

39. at what time do you normally get up? 9-11 am usually, at school usually between 8 and 9:30 tho.

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets

41. how many blankets are on your bed? 2 + my weighted blanket

42. describe your kitchen plates? at school mine are a cool painted blue at home they are pretty plain white

43. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? tequila 😍

44. do you play cards? um... i guess? its not like a hobby but I do like to play

45. what colour is your car? red

46. can you change a tire? i guess technically i could

47. what is your favourite state/province? i love where im from (MA) but i just need it to be dropped into Arizona-like weather.  I love Arizona but couldnt live there for politics reasons lol

48. favourite job you’ve ever had? i guess i worked in a retail store for a summer (it wasnt fun but i got to make a huge set of friends which made it worth it)

49. how did you get your biggest scar? oooh this is a fun one!! When i was 10 I Fell ice skating and someone ran over my pinky finger!!! It didnt cut off but to this day I can’t bend it.  

50. what did you do today that made someone else happy? I did the dishes so my mom could focus on the movie we were watching!

This was really fun actually, a good time filler too lol.  I will tag @angelikaosiniak @amystiago @spellniall @b99peraltiago @cheddar-the-dog @vic-kovac @fourdrinkjake @jimmysjabs @jakesorangesoda @kamekamelea if you’re interested i would love to read about y’all!!

[ohmisskate]

Tag Game

Tagged by @crashhale 💗

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? Pink with silver flowers

2. name a food you never eat: I'm not a fan of seaweed. I have tried to like it so many times it just not my thing.

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? Usually I run hot. I would rather be cold and bundle up.

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? Working in the art studio pouring resin and listening to tunes.

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? Hmmm I'm not a huge sweets fan but I do like an almond joy.

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? Yes when I lived in NJ with my family my brother has season tickets for the Phillies. I loved going to baseball games!

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? "I think that was a gun shot?!" Said to my sister while we were outside on the deck.

8. what is your favorite ice cream? Jeni's sweet cream biscuits and peach jam is amazing!!!!!!🍑

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? Water. Living in Colorado I'm constantly drinking water to stay hydrated.

10. do you like your wallet? I guess I don't really have a traditional wallet I have one that is on my cellphone. So yeah.

11. what is the last thing you ate? My roomate went to town for an appointment and brought me home a delicious salad with blacken tuna on it🤤

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend?  Yeah I just ordered a sweatsuit

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? I don’t watch sports on TV.

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? Butter all the way.

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? My roomate asking her to pick up rubber gloves while she was out.

16. ever been camping? Yes I love camping!

17. do you take vitamins? Yeah I forget some days but I try.

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? No

19. do you have a tan? Not at the moment.

20. do you prefer chinese or pizza?   Seriously how could you.....I love both

21. do you drink your soda through a straw? Nah

22. what color socks do you usually wear? I have all kinds of socks

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? On the highway sometimes.....not localy too much wildlife.

24. what terrifies you? Loosing the people I love.

25. look to your left, what do you see? My dog Phanny snoring away in a blanket.

26. what chore do you hate most? Taking out the garbage. We have a long ass driveway

27. what do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? Hmmmm I don't know.

28. what’s your favorite soda? Ginger ale or squirt

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? We don't have fast food near us. But when we drive cross country we usually go inside cause we have to use the restroom too.

30. what’s your favorite number? 24

31. who’s the last person you talked to? My sister and roomate.

32. favorite meat? I don't eat meat

33. last song you listened to? Piranhas club by man man

34. last book you read? Doll parts by Amanda Lepore. It's a really awesome read.

35. favorite day of the week? Ummmm since quarantine any day really

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? Nope

37. how do you like your coffee? Maple syrup, cinnamon, and a little coconut milk

38. favorite pair of shoes? At the moment my moon boots cause they are easy to put on and they keep my feet warm in the snow.

39. time you normally get up? Between 8:30  and 9am

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunsets

41. how many blankets are on your bed? 3

42. describe your kitchen plates?  They have a blue mandala print on them.

43. describe your kitchen at the moment: dark green tile counter tops and dark cabinets. And big window over the sink.

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? Makers mark and ginger ale with lime.

45. do you play cards? No.

46. what color is your car? White

47. can you change a tire? Yeah

48. your favorite state or province? Colorado that's why I moved here 🥰

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50 questions you’ve never been asked

tagged by @chasethesun18 

What is the colour of your hairbrush? white and black

Name a food you never eat? olives and raw sushi

Are you typically too warm or too cold? i am constantly hot. i open the window to my room when it’s cold at night so I feel like I’m sleeping in a fridge.

What were you doing 45 minutes ago? eating an apple and watching youtube

What is your favourite candy bar? hmmmm... close tie between reese’s and butterfingers

Have you ever been to a professional sports event? yes! we love the chicago cubs in our family and i’ve probably been to about 20 mlb games. I have also been to 2 nfl games for the bears.

What is the last thing you said out loud? “i’m ordering the pizza, chill” @ my dad

What is your favourite ice cream? cookies and cream 100%

What was the last thing you had to drink? water- very bland

Do you like your wallet? yes. its michael kors and my dad bought it for me as a 10th grade graduation present.

What was the last thing you ate? an apple (im bout to eat pizza so don’t think im that healthy)

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? no cuz nothing is really open and i havent been to the mall in a hot sec.

The last sporting event you watched? damn idk. sports have been off for so long that i dont really know.

What is your favourite flavour of popcorn? the movie theater kind with a shit ton of butter

Who is the last person you sent a text message to? @chasethesun18 aka ryan. talking about how when she comes over to watch mpi tonight and coughs she has allergies and not corona.

Ever go camping? i guess. i went to a summer camp for 2 years when i was like 12 and 13. we did a “pack out” one night. wasnt really a fan. i like sleeping in a bed thx.

Do you take vitamins? yes my mother yells at me every morning to take my gummy vitamins. (yes, i am 5 years old)

Do you go to church every Sunday? no, not really religious at all. i don’t really believe in that kinda stuff.

Do you have a tan? ehhhhh kinda but not really? i cant really tan tho cuz im part irish and polish white.

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? pizza. i gotta be in the mood for chinese.

Do you drink your soda with a straw? in restaurants yea at home no.

What colour socks do you usually wear? any kind really, i have harry potter socks all the way to adidas socks

Do you ever drive above the speed limit? yep. i speed and its really bad. especially when im on the interstate.

What terrifies you? losing my parents, being all alone in life, snakes, spiders, and dying in a car crash.

Look to your left, what do you see? my closet door with pics on it and my “i ship it” sticker. (miggy im thinking of you)

What chore do you hate? walking my dog and folding laundry.

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? shrimp on the barbie

What’s your favourite soda? sprite or cherry fanta (but you can never find it anywhere)

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? drive-thru lately cuz that’s all you can do

Who’s the last person you talked to? my dad

Favourite cut of beef? i guess burgers? idk what that “cut” of beef is called tho

Last song you listened to? macho man- the village people-- dont ask me why.

Last book you read? a fanfic. havent read a book since harry potter and that was like 6 years ago

Favourite day of the week? friday. cuz my shows are on and i get littyyy

Can you say the alphabet backwards?i probably could but it would take too much effort and i dont want to.

How do you like your coffee? at home i will drink anything decaf with flavored creamer. my fav is from starbucks where i get a  decaf venti iced hazelnut latte with nonfat milk and 4 pumps of hazelnut. (very complicated i know)

Favourite pair of shoes? prob my nike ‘07 air force ones

The time you normally go to bed? ehhhh sometime between 11 and 2 normally. kinda depends on how tired i am and what time i have to get up the next day.

The time you normally get up? when i work i get up around 8. on the weekends i get up around 10

What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunsets cuz im not a morning person.

How many blankets on your bed? like 8. i really like blankets

Describe your kitchen plates: we have had the same damn blue and flowered plates in my house since before my birth. no lie.

Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? im 19 and i dont drink. ive had a sip of beer and wine from my parents before and i hated it so i dont feel like im missing a lot.

Do you play cards? we play uno like once every 6 months

What colour is your car? bluish grey

Can you change a tire? nope

Your favourite province? well my mom is from montreal, canada so imma have to say quebec.

Favourite job you’ve ever had? babysitting! for the first family i ever babysat for in my neighborhood. theyre in middle school now. *sheds tear*

How did you get your biggest scar? the only scar i have is on my right foot on my second toe. smashed it in a pool when i was 7

What did you do today that made someone else happy? well i deliver groceries for a living so hopefully i made people happy by bringing them food?

THE MAGNUM PI FINALE IS ON TONIGHT AND MY BODY IS READY!!!! @chasethesun18 and I are bout to get litttttt

tagging: @juliethiggy @jenscorpion @theblacksiren @jennie-may

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Kuzupeko for the ask meme pls!

1) who can outdrink the other?

Fuyuhiko because Peko doesn’t drink ofc (even then, Fuyuhiko doesn’t drink very much-)

2) who says “I love you” more?

hMMMM i like to think both of them don’t say “i love you” a lot, but boy do they SHOW it

3) who has trouble sleeping alone?

both of them, once they share a bed one time, there’s no going back-

4) who swears more?

... you know the answer to this one

5) who does more of the housework?

Fuyuhiko is stubborn and will not accept them doing an unequal amount of work in any context so both of them are the Caretakers of the House

6) who forgets their anniversary?

both would NEVER omg?? their minds are too organized and they value their relationship too much to forget. I can see them getting distracted by anxiety over getting the perfect gift+organizing the perfect date though

7) who steals the duvet in their sleep?

I literally had to look up what a duvet was BUT ANYWAYS 

i think Fuyuhiko rolls more in his sleep, so probably him. After he does it about three times Peko decides to trap him in an Arm Cage so he can’t move. you won’t hear Fuyu complaining about that

8) who keeps the other awake at night with their snoring?

Fuyuhiko is also That Guy, but Peko honestly can’t sleep without it

Please don’t imagine them being separated somehow and Peko not being able to sleep without the snoring

9) who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

Peko doesn’t say anything, but Fuyuhiko can see That Look in Her Eyes and he cannot say no to something she wants (maybe they can’t keep them - One Asshole Cat is enough - but they can take them to a shelter!)

if they’re driving home and Peko has a sad look on her face, Fuyuhiko is like “it’s the dog, isn’t it. you want to go back for the dog.” and suddenly they’re TURNING TF AROUND

10) who usually makes dinner?

Okay i’m conflicted. because I love the idea of Fuyuhiko being the shittiest cook in the universe but I also love him being a decent one, because it’s not something he’s ever expected to do. and he’s already broken about 93858 of those expectations so why not one more

So they both cook! better yet, they cook together (and even if Fuyu’s food is shit, Peko can still appreciate it)

11) who plays their music out loud?

they’re both not too into music?? maybe some folk music is sprinkled in their life here and there

12) who hogs the bathroom?

Fuyuhiko does CONTRARY TO THEIR FRIENDS’ BELIEFS, because Peko has her look down the day before, and she’s in & out of the bathroom in 5 minutes. Fuyuhiko is the messy fashionista who’s suit has to be free of wrinkles and hair has to be perfect.

13) who gives the most compliments?

Fuyu is more prone to telling Peko she’s pretty randomly throughout the day. Of course, it’s all flirt and games until Peko flirts back twice as smoothly, ‘cause she’s like that

14) who usually starts/causes arguments between them?

Okay usually their problem is that they’re both stubborn as bulls or they hide things from each other, intentionally or not. Communication is Hard. If they argue, though, they’re both immediately guilty and will apologize. That, or they’ll cut off the argument entirely like “look, i don’t wanna argue, it’s not worth it. we can talk later if we still have stuff to say, alright??”

15) who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?

NEVER, especially for Peko. that’d be a really shitty thing to do to her :( and they both don’t do well with sudden attention+surprises in general

16) who gives the other cringeworthy pet names?

Them saying each other’s first name is enough of a sign of endearment, they don’t need pet names |D

17) who fusses over takes care of the other when they get sick?

BOTH LOL except Fuyu is more likely to panic because he’s not sure how to treat something. Peko is at a loss sometimes too, she’s no Mikan Tsumiki lmfao

18) who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

Both (let’s be real, “both” is pretty much gonna be the answer for most of these questions lmao). I don’t even think Peko gets angry often in the first place?? She can be disappointed better than anyone Fuyuhiko knows, though

19) who clings to the other for comfort when they’re sad or scared?

No clinging, but simple stuff like a hand on an arm speaks volumes for them

20) who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

Neither, they aren’t Touchy in general, but Fuyu will lean his head on her shoulder when he’s tired + Peko will hug him from behind because it’s the Optimal hug position for their height difference lmfao

send me a ship!!