#finally another b&w post

[girlucifer]

um. HI!

[neutronian]

Sasha Racket for the character opinion bingo pls

hi kellan thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk about My Daughter

i need more options along the lines of wrapping them up in a blanket or Surprise Knife

[lakelake-art]

working on some world building for a project

[emilymaywrite]

WIP Intro Post!

Introducing:

Ellerson Inc. (working title), a story of friendships, ghosts, and tax evasion.

Involving:

Ellerson Inc.–a group of high school friends/acquaintances who band together following the mysterious disappearance of Aiko Ellerson

Mr. Ellerson–your standard neighborhood creep/friendly family dentist, suspected of foul play in the disappearance of his wife after swiftly and quietly moving in his new fiancée.

Bhava–Mr. Ellerson’s new fiancée, who is only about a decade older than Molly. Softspoken and sweet in a dazed sort of way. There’s something off about her, like she’s not entirely in her mind, but she’s pleasant to be around. The Inc. as a whole tends to worry about her wellbeing a little more than Molly, who is mainly unsettled about a stranger living in her home.

Aiko Ellerson–Molly’s mother and Mr. Ellerson’s supposedly separated wife. Was(/is?) a published mystery author and freelance journalist. No one is sure when she disappeared, since she was in contact with Molly via text until the day she returned for break.

Molly–Mr. Ellerson’s daughter, who comes home for summer break to a missing mother and a stranger in her house and who is recruited by the Inc. due to her obvious proximity to the suspect. Was never close to the Inc. during high school. In fact, was kind of (read: very) resentful of them. Going into second year at a nearby university for biology.

Zoe–a Goth, hardass girl who is part of Ellerson Inc. There’s a running joke in the group that no one knows if Zoe is really a witch/vampire or if she just enjoys traipsing through the woods alone in the dead of night. Has been friends with Donovan since early elementary school and was on the scholastic bowl team in high school with the rest of the Inc (speciality: geography and art). Going into second year at nearby state school.

Dimah–the epitome of “kind does not mean nice” and “kindness does not equal naive”–she’s like the mom friend of the group, but not the gooey kind of mom, more like the kind of mom that gives you a super soaker and says “destroy them.” Think: radical kindness. Very close to and protective of Peter. Is on scholastic bowl team with Peter (specialty: math and pop culture). Going into senior year of high school.

Peter–very quiet and shy. Kind of known as a fuddy duddy in high school, more interested in reading classical literature and going to scholastic bowl meets (specialty: classics and history). Big history buff. He and Molly were both bullied in high school, so he at least is friendly to her, where Zoe and Donovan sometimes weren’t. Very close friends with Dimah. Donovan’s younger brother. Going into senior year of high school.

Donovan–jokester older brother type. In college and is doing well, much to the surprise of those he went to high school with. Was known then (and still is now) for being a big fan of the bong. Was also known as being a little dumb, but that’s probably because he put on a bit of an act to keep up with his laid-back stoner image. Was on scholastic bowl team with rest of Inc. (specialty: literature and art). Going into second year at nearby community college for English.

This is just the first draft, so things are definitely subject to change as far as plot/characters/POV (first person at the moment) and genre, which I’m still a little stuck on. It might end up as soft horror/dark fantasy-ish depending on which path I take on Aiko Ellerson’s disappearance.

So, yeah! That’s my new WIP

[withahappyrefrain]

https://withahappyrefrain.tumblr.com/post/681614607965683712/yall-got-any-more-blondepeter-or-dilfpeter

…who says dilf peter can’t be blonde….

Anon, you are absolutely right. We shouldn't limit ourselves.

Summary: Peter brings back an old hairstyle you haven't seen in years. It brings back a lot of uh, urges.

Warnings: blonde DILF teacher!Peter (proceed w/ caution folks), afab!reader, Peter being an amazing girl!Dad, Daddy kink, breeding kink, and oral (f receiving)

"So there's something you should know." You looked up at your husband from the array of goat soaps you were looking at. The four of you were in the midst of your weekly farmer's market visit. You adjusted Sophie so she was resting on your hip.

"What did you say your students could do?"

Over the years, the details had changed, though the message remained the same. Back when you first met Peter, it would have been "What did you say your fraternity could do?" Post college, it changed to "What did you tell Miles he could do?"

Now that things had settled down (as much as they could with a four year old and two year old), you knew when Peter prefaced with that sentence, it usually had something to do with his high schoolers.

"So I told them how back in the day, I had blonde hair for most of college," He started.

"Daddy had blonde hair?" Sophie asked, resting her head against your chest.

"He did! And I take it that they wanted to see pictures," You said, looking at Peter.

"They did. So I showed them some old pictures and...." Peter paused, "And we made a bet."

"Dadda bet," Olivia babbled. Your two year old was perched on Peter's shoulders, playing with his hair. Peter said he kept it long because he looked good with it, but you knew it was because he loved having the girls play with it.

"What's a bet?" Sophie asked, not looking up from observing the necklace you had on.

"A bet is when you say you'll do something if another thing happens. If that thing doesn't happen, you don't have to do what you said you'll do," You explained to your preschooler.

You looked back at your husband, "So what did you bet with your students? Please tell me it doesn't involve me making dessert for them again." You winced at the memory of having to make over one hundred sugar cookies.

"I told them if over eighty percent of them got a B plus or higher on their chemistry exam, I'd let them dye my hair." It wasn't the worst bet Peter had agreed to (you still had trauma from when he shaved his head senior year of college).

"Well, your chemistry exams are known for being killer. So your hair should be safe," you went back to looking at the soaps, knowing Peter would assure you that you were right.

Except he didn't.

You looked up to find him making that 'please don't be mad at me I'm so cute' smile he always tried to use to soften you up.

"Peter......" You said in a warning tone. It was one word, but it screamed 'You better reassure me right now'. He continued to stare at you with those big brown puppy dog eyes. Despite years of being together, it still made your heart flutter.

"....When are they dying your hair?" You finally asked.

"Tomorrow during class." He put his hands on Ollie's hips, lifting her off his shoulders and resting her against his chest. Your toddler looked so small against his broad chest.

"Aren't you supposed to be....teaching?"

"Dying hair is all about chemicals and reactions! It's totally educational!" He paused, "Besides if my principal comes in, I'll just tell her I'm building relationships with my students. It is one of my strong suits."

You rolled your eyes, "Yes because you allow them to dye your hair!"

"Is Daddy gonna have new hair?" Sophie asked, "What color is it?"

"Yes, Daddy," you gritted the name, "What color will it be?"

Peter smirked, "It's a surprise!"

"Surprise surprise," Ollie babbled, playing with the strings of Peter's hoodie.

Well, at least you couldn't say life was boring in the Parker household.

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The next morning, you rested your head on Peter's chest, savoring the few moments of quietness the two of you would get before your alarm would go off, waking up your two energetic children in the process.

"I'm going to miss you," you said longingly, staring at the brown lock you had twisted around your finger.

"I'm dying my hair, not going off to war," Peter remarked, rolling his eyes.

"Just promise me you won't shave it off. You'll just let it grow out, okay?"

"Wow, I see someone is still traumatized from when I shaved my head senior year," Peter rolled his eyes as he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to his chest.

"Maybe if someone had given me a heads up that they were shaving their head, I wouldn't be so traumatized." You still remembered the horror that ran through your body when you came in that day to find Peter sitting in a chair, half of his hair gone, and Miles on the counter with an electric razor in hand.

"I told you I was getting a haircut."

"A haircut and shaving off your head are two different things, Parker," Peter wiggled his eyebrows at your old nickname for him.

"I promise, I won't shave it off….only if you promise that you'll trim my hair while it grows out."

"Deal." You eyed your alarm clock, which was due to go off any second.

"Today's your day of meetings, right?" Peter asked. As much as you joked about how scatterbrained he could be sometimes, he did a better job at keeping track of important dates than you.

"Yup, so you'll have to pick the girls up from daycare."

He smiled, "They'll get to see the new hair before you." Peter pressed a kiss into your temple.

"I'm sure they'll be very excited," you giggled, "Now c'mon Dad, it's time to get up."

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As you fished for the keys to your apartment, you could hear the sound of your daughters' laughter coming from inside. Based on the muffled noises you could hear, you assumed they were playing 'Spider-girls' and Peter was playing the villain.

When you found out your second child was another girl, Peter joked it was karma for his fraternity days. It was clear as day that he loved Sophie and Ollie with all his heart and then some. When you were pregnant with Sophie, you knew he was nervous about whether he would be a good father.

"Peter, if I had any doubts about that, do you think I would have allowed you to get me pregnant?" You told him at the time. It wasn't until he held Sophie for the first time that his doubts faded away. Within three months of her birth, Peter was asking if you two could "have another Sophie".

While Ollie was way more outgoing and loud than Sophie, you wouldn't have your family be any other way. You found your keys and began unlocking the door, embracing whatever chaos was inside.

Sophie and Ollie were on one side of the couch. Both were giggling despite having a finger up to their mouths to tell the other one to be quiet. You could see Peter was on all fours, only his long legs visible as they were sticking out of the couch.

"Bring me the Spider girls!" You heard Peter say, his voice deep and cartoonist. You quietly put your bag down, not wanting to interrupt the game. Your daughters couldn't contain their laughter.

Spider Girls was their current favorite game. It always involved Sophie and Ollie being "Spider-Girl" and saving the city, just like "How Daddy used to do with Uncle Miles!" Sometimes you played the citizen who needed help. Almost always, Peter was the big bad villain.

Sophie and Ollie quietly (their version of quiet) backed away from the couch. Peter's legs disappeared, you could hear the sound of his hands slamming against the carpet, alerting the girls that the "big bad man" was getting closer.

"I got you two now!" Your eyes widened when a blonde Peter popped out from the couch.

Fuck.

He was blonde again. His students dyed his hair blonde.

It was a strange sight. You felt like you were looking at a different Peter, the one you met in college. Except instead of smoking a blunt and trying to crudely flirt with you, he was now pretending to be under a hug attack from Sophie and Ollie.

Memories started flooding back. Memories of when you first met him, when the two of you were paired for a chemistry project, when he pushed you up against the wall and made out with you after watching you dance, memories of how he threw you on your bed and-

"Mommy!" Sophie's voice broke you out of your less than pure thoughts. You smiled, kneeling down so you were at eye level with your girls, who were running towards you.

"Did you girls beat the big scary man?" You asked excitedly. They nodded their heads. You looked over at Peter, who was running a hand through his now blonde hair. You couldn't get over the sight.

"I don't know…..I don't think we have him beat yet," you whispered loudly.

"What we do?" Ollie asked.

"Looks like you need," you took your hair out of your ponytail, doing a dramatic hairflip that caused your girls to erupt into giggles, "Spider-Woman! Let's get him!"

You herd your daughters over to Peter, who didn't even try to pretend to put up a fight. He let his three favorite girls gently pin him down to the floor (he still retained his super strength, despite hanging up the red and blue costume after Ollie's birth).

"Not a triple hug attack! I'm doomed!" Peter said in-between laughs.

"We did it! We saved the city!" Sophie said. She was the first one to get up. Ollie quickly followed, running after Sophie who was now heading towards their shared room.

You, on the other hand, continued to lay on top of your husband, resting your forehead against his.

"Hi," He whispered, unable to contain his smile.

"Hi," you replied. You tilted your head back, your eyes trailing up to take in the hair. You were impressed with the quality of a dye job his students had done. Far better than Miles' work back in college (not that you'd ever tell him that).

"Do you like the hair?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

You reached out a hand, running it through his now much lighter locks.

"I feel like I've been transported back in time," you paused, "Though I can't see college you playing Spider-Girls willingly."

Peter laughed, "Brings back a lot of memories, huh?"

You rolled off of him, allowing him to sit up. You leaned back against the couch, taking in the sight.

"It does. Like when I found out for my big Chem 201 project, I had gotten paired with the douchey frat bro who sat five seats down from me," you smirked.

Peter shook his head, getting on his hands and knees so he could crawl over to you. You couldn't say it felt like a predator stalking it's prey. After all, what kind of prey opens their legs to let the predator in?

"Really? That's what you thought of?" He asked. You knew the answer he wanted to hear. But despite ten years of being with Peter and two children with him, you still weren't going to give in easily.

“That’s a core memory for me, I was so pissed off!” You paused, grinning, “It also…officially introduced me to my future husband and father of my children, I guess.”

“I guess,” Peter repeated, rolling his eyes. You leaned in, decreasing the distance of your lips but not closing the gap all the way.

“What memories were you hoping I would recall?” You asked slyly.

“Oh….I don’t know,” He paused, pretending to be deep in thought, “Maybe that time you and I finished the keg at the spring mixer….or maybe that time I made out with you in front of that rando who wouldn’t stop flirting.”

Peter leaned in, his lips ghosting over your’s, “Or maybe that time I fucked you senselessly in a coat closet.”

Your breathing had become heavy. Peter’s lips brushed over your’s. You leaned forward to close the gap. Whether it was his “Spidey-sense” or his need to tease you, he leaned back.

“Aww, is someone now horny?” The hair combined with that infamous smirk and teasing tone made you feel like you were at some frat house again, with Peter cornering you so you couldn’t escape his grasp.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sure, you two were married and you could have just easily told him yes, that you wanted him to fuck you up against a wall. But where was the fun in that?

“I don’t know if you’ve forgotten sweetheart, but I know when you’re turned on. I can smell it,” He leaned in to begin sucking on the spot right below your ear.

Fuck if that nickname didn’t bring back a whole lot of hot memories.

Your actions from reminscenting of those specific, spicy memories were cut short by the sounds of Sophie and Ollie arguing.

“You know, sometimes I miss the days where the reason we got interrupted was because someone had to use the bathroom,” Peter muttered as he got up. He stuck out a hand to help you get up.

“Let’s hurry before they start fighting on the ceiling again,” You said, picking up the pace of your walk. Having three people in your house with Spider-like abilities was….interesting to say the least. Luckily, Peter was there to crawl up and grab the girls if needed.

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After breaking up the fight your children were having on the ceiling, things calmed down enough in the Parker household for you and Peter to make dinner.

It didn't stop Peter's hand from lingering on your body. You shot him a knowing look.

"What?" He gave that fake innocent look, "I can't admire my beautiful wife and mother of my children?"

"You need to be good and help me cook dinner, Daddy." Based on the sharp exhale, the way you whispered the name did exactly what you wanted.

Peter placed his hands on your hips. He pressed your hips against his. You could feel his growing erection against your ass.

"I'm always a good Daddy for you," Peter whispered, his breath hot in your ear.

"Then tell me what this sauce is missing," You held up a spoon to him. Peter took the spoon up to his mouth. He wasn't giving up on you yet.

"Paprika."

He was just going to wait.

"How did I forget that?" You asked yourself out loud, grabbing the spice and giving it a couple of shakes over the pot.

"Should we tell them there are veggies in this sauce?" Peter whispered. You shook your head.

"Let's wait until Ollie is four. I think by then they'll still eat it after we tell them the recipe."

"Yeah, but then would Ben still eat it?" Peter asked, concern written all over his face, assuming you knew exactly who he was talking about.

"Ben? Who's Ben?"

"Either the name of our only son or of the male dog I'm getting after the birth of Annie Grace Parker so I'm not the only man in the house," he said before taking a sip of his wine.

You laughed as you stirred the pasta sauce, "I just want to remind you that it was you who asked for another daughter after Sophie was born." With Ollie getting closer to turning three, the idea of trying for a third child was getting brought up more and more often.

"Yes, and I'm quite thankful that happened," he pressed a kiss to your temple, "and now I'd love to have a son."

"I'll tell that to my uterus during my monthly meeting with them," you retorted.

"What's a uterus?" Sophie asked as she walked into the kitchen, Ollie quickly behind her.

"It's a body part that you don't have to worry about for many years," you explained to your eldest.

You and Peter got your daughters situated at the table and began serving dinner. Throughout, your eyes kept looking up to Peter’s hair. It was….odd. He hadn’t been blonde in years. And yet, the hairstyle brought back so many memories.

“Do you like Daddy’s new hair?” Sophie asked. Peter raised his eyebrows at you before taking another bite of his food.

“I do,” You smiled at your oldest, as your eyes met Peter's. He wiggled his eyebrows, a gleam in his eyes nothing short of mischievous.

"You know, Daddy looked like this when he met Mommy," Peter explained. Sophie giggled.

"Did you think Daddy was pretty?" She asked you. You smiled at the question, looking at your husband.

"I did….amongst other things." You winked at Peter. Your daughters didn't need to know about the disdain you had for Peter when you two first officially met.

Or that you wanted to fuck the smirk right off his face.

The rest of the evening was uneventful, saved for the ass grab from Peter while doing the dishes. The two of you helped Sophie and Ollie get ready for bed.

You smiled at the sight of Peter playing with Ollie's hair as he tucked her into bed. Your toddler stuck a hand out, motioning to Peter's hair. He leaned down, allowing Ollie to attempt to imitate his motions.

After a few bedtime stories and many forehead kisses, the girls were finally asleep. You closed their bedroom door quietly.

You turned around, about to make a comment to Peter when the next thing you knew, your feet were off the ground. It took you a few seconds to realize Peter had picked you up and slung you over his shoulder.

"What are-" your sentence was cut off by a firm smack on your ass.

"We just put them to sleep, you really want to wake them up?" Peter growled, "Or would you rather I fuck you?"

You nodded your head.

"What was that sweetheart? Couldn't hear ya?" Peter smirked as he walked down the hall with you, getting further away from your children's bedroom and closer to yours.

You mumbled an answer, hoping it would be enough.

The second smack across your ass told you it wasn't.

It also told you it was going to be one of those nights.

"Gotta answer me sweetheart," Peter reminded you, his tone mocking. He was standing right outside your bedroom, his hand on the doorknob.

“I want you to fuck me, Daddy,” You whispered, loud enough so he could hear it.

The sharp exhale through Peter's nose told you that was exactly what he wanted to hear. He opened your bedroom door and quickly closed it.

He gently put you down on the bed (while you liked being manhandled, Peter knew you didn't like feeling like a ragdoll).

“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to fuck you?” He sat down next to you, leaning over. You reached up to run a hand through his newly colored hair.

“Since this morning?” You asked, a smirk appearing on your face.

“The hair brought back a lot of memories,” Peter hooked his fingers onto the waistband of your sweats, “Memories of me fucking you, specifically.”

“Gee, couldn’t,” You held back a gasp when you felt the cool air hit your core, “tell.”

“Oh please, like you haven’t been thinking about it. That cunt’s been soaked for the last two hours,” Your eyes widened at his words. The fact he was saying this while taking off your sweats and underwear so casually drove you wild.

“I….I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Peter spread your legs apart. He leaned over, his lips hovering over your’s.

“You know Daddy wins this game every time, right?” He whispered, “Just admit you’re a slut already.”

You raised an eyebrow at Peter’s word. “I’ve said way worse.” He defended.

“You’re not wrong, considering the things you said when we were trying to conceive,” You tried to ignore Peter’s fingers that were trailing down your stomach. It wasn’t really working but you were caring less and less as time went on.

“I just really like the idea of fucking a baby into you, can you blame me?” Peter’s fingers slipped into your cunt easily. You bit your bottom lip, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

You couldn’t think of a response. Instead, you focused on how sinful it looked to see Peter adjust himself so that his head was in between your legs.

You didn’t get to enjoy the sight for very long, as he angled his fingers to hit that sweet spot inside of you, causing you to throw your head back. Peter’s mouth latched onto your clit, eliciting a whine out of you. You quickly turned your head so your mouth was covered by the pillow.

“I thought you were going to fuck me,” You whined.

Peter looked up, the lower half of his mouth wet, “We’ve been together for over ten years. You know the rules: Daddy eats that pretty little cunt of yours first, and then you get fucked.”

You knew the rules. You just liked hearing Peter say them.

As he pushed you closer and closer to the edge with his mouth and fingers, the grip you had on his hair tightened. A particularly strong tug earned a deep, guttural moan from Peter.

You buried your face with a nearby pillow as you came, doing your best to conceal your moans. You could feel Peter's hands move up to pin down your thrashing hips, his tongue still trying to get every last drop.

"Fuck me. Please. Please fuck me Daddy," You whined. He was right, you had been horny all day as well. In the back of your mind, you also knew time was of the essence as a parent and you wanted to get fucked before getting interrupted.

Peter reached over to the draw in your nightstand, fishing around for a condom.

"Don't." He looked at you, his eyes wide.

"Are…..you sure?" He asked. It was clear as day that he was trying to contain his excitement.

You nodded, a smile forming, "Ollie will be three years old in two months and she's about as potty trained as an almost three year old can get."

"She was telling me yesterday that she wants to be a big sister like Soph," Peter grinned as he closed the draw.

"You sure you weren't just projecting there Parker?" You teased.

"You gonna let me put a baby in ya?" He whispered.

"Can't guarantee it'll be a son but-"

"You know I don't fucking care," Peter crashed his lips onto yours. Without breaking away, he awkwardly pushed down his sweats.

You titled your head back at the sensation of the tip of his cock pushing into you, beginning to stretch you out and-

"Daddy? Mommy?"

You two froze, looking at each other, hoping you both just simultaneously imagined hearing Ollie's voice.

That hope was dashed when you heard a little knock on the door.

"Where did our kids get their impeccable timing because it sure as hell wasn't from me," Peter whispered.

"Daddy! Mommy!" You heard Ollie's voice again, this time more urgent.

"What is it baby?" You asked, trying your best not to sound annoyed. Peter regretfully pulled out and pulled up his pants.

"Can't sleep."

"I'll get her," Peter said, trying to adjust his sweatpants so his erection wasn't as obvious.

"Daddy's coming, okay bug?" Peter said.

"Okay Daddy." You heard Ollie say on the other side of the door.

Peter leaned over, his mouth on your ear, "You're going to wait right here and when I get back, I'm going to fill you up over and over again until there's a baby inside that belly, alright?"

You nodded your head eagerly.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

It looks like the windows on this gorgeous 1894 Chicago Victorian were replaced, but they look so beautiful, it doesn’t matter. $2.2M.

This home is so unique, it’s another example of Victorian architecture and craftmanship. 

It’s unfortunate that it’s empty. I like to either see a home staged or furnished, and I don’t even mind renderings, b/c at least it gives a visual idea. 

Luckily, the windows are dressed w/draperies to add depth and the wallpaper colors also add an element of elegance. The fireplace is beautiful, the inlaid floors are newly replaced, and the ceilings stand out. 

The sitting room is very large and beautiful. You can see the new window on the right. I like how they didn’t use the same wallpaper on the whole room.

The empty rooms give an idea of how large the home is. And, it’s impeccably clean and well cared-for.

This is lovely- the leaded glass doors go out to the terrace. 

Pretty dining room. This is different, with the stick flooring, built-in cabinet and coffered ceiling. 

Now, this is how to update a Victorian bath. 

This is some big eat-in kitchen. You don’t see that very much. Although, they may have taken a wall down to expand it. The kitchen is okay, very modern, but the cabinets match the wood in the house. Wonder why they chose white appliances. 

Is this a main bd. or what? It’s magnificent.

This bump-out space is amazing. Look at the scrollwork on the wood. I suppose this area could be a fabulous dressing room.

The en suite is modernized, but the tile is very tasteful and so is the furniture. Plus, it’s got that wonderful window.

Very nice room- love the double door closet.

This bd. has a wonderful built-in. 

Plus, it has a beautiful vintage bath and a big walk-in closet. 

Love the floor in this room. And, this rooms opens out to a deck. Each bedroom has something special to offer.

Another amazing vintage bath.

Check out the finished basement. Isn’t this incredible?

They added a bath down here, too.

Gorgeous manicured gardens.

And, finally, a 3 car garage that was probably a carriage house at one time.

https://www.vhlmagazine.com/post/graceland-west-chicago?

[delcakoo]

like a fever ༊*·˚ y.jw

ᵎᵎ PAIRING ! jungwon x gn!reader

ᵎᵎ WC ! 1.5k

ᵎᵎ GENRE ! est relationship, fluff n crack

ᵎᵎ WARNINGS ! miraculous ladybug. (def didn’t use this fic as an excuse to rant about it)

ᵎᵎ SUMMARY ! when jungwon comes home from practise to find you and a mountain of tissues on the floor, he’s ready to make you soup and watch terrible cartoons all night.

a/n: im so smart w the title B) anyways you guys are too nice, thank you for all the love on my other posts :(

you blew your nose for what felt like the thousandth time today. the mountain of used tissues in the garbage can next to you only grew the longer you sat on the floor, suffering in your boyfriends shirt alone.

how did you get sick? great question. perhaps it was the student next to you in math who kept sneezing a suspicious amount of times, or it could’ve been your fellow employee at work who had disappeared into the bathroom for the rest of their shift, leaving you to deal with annoying customers alone. whatever it was, you’d definitely caught something.

you were a bit frustrated with your body's weak immune system, because usually when a certain someone got home from dance practise, you’d have dinner ready for him after all the hard work. but now, you felt like you’d fall right back down if you attempted to move at all.

speaking of jungwon, you recognise the sound of his keys jingling in the locks, humming a quiet tune. you continue to bask on the floor like a starfish, but quickly make sure to raise your head slightly so you can see his handsome face right away. when he opens the door, he practically throws his jacket and bucket hat on the rack, pulling off his shoes with his feet alone. “i told you that’s how you ruin your shoes.” you scold, grabbing another tissue and making an elephant like sound from across the room.

jungwon’s head whips to your voice’s direction, morphing into confusion and slight amusement at the sight of your current position. “baby? what are you doing on the floor? we have a perfectly functioning couch and bed the last time i checked.” he giggles cutely, but quickly stops when he notices the bin full of tissues. “jesus, are you sick jagi? do you want soup? or medicine? or wanna make me watch those stupid cartoons again?” he bombards you with questions worriedly.

you sniffle as the boy kneels down and helps you sit up, massaging your shoulders gently. “the floor feels nice and cold on my back.” you explain, “and yes please, i wanna watch miraculous again.”

he nods, gesturing for you to lift your arms so he can pick you up. “i am not letting you sit on the floor, you can have some ice cream to cool you down after you eat.” he holds you tightly in his arms before placing you on the couch, grabbing the remote and scrolling until he finds the show. once you pick an episode, he leaves for the kitchen quickly, ready to begin making you a snack.

you appreciate jungwon, you really do. but the caregiver in you can’t help but feel concerned even now. your boyfriends schedule had no time for dilly dallying, and you had to stress about feeling almost like a nuisance to be taking up his precious time for rest. “baby,” you called. in a split second he’s next to you again.

“yeah? do you need anything?”

you shake your head. “it’s just— are you sure you’re okay? maybe you should go to sleep, you’ve been working way too hard and i can ju-“ before you can finish, jungwon plants a kiss to your lips softly.

“don’t even finish that sentence. you’re always caring for me every single day, and i hate how i’m always too busy to repay you. now let me be the one babying you for a change.” you gulp shyly, nodding, and he smiles that adorable smile of his before running back into the kitchen.

only a few minutes (and tissues) later, jungwon returns with two bowls of chicken noodle soup and a box of crackers. “finally, my baby’s here.” you say, and jungwon feels happiness shoot through him at your words. that is, until he notices you eyeing the soup as if it were a pot of gold.

“yah, i’m supposed to be your baby.” he pouts, handing you the bowl reluctantly.

you giggle mischievously, taking another spoonful of noodles. “sorry jungwon.”

he gasps. “why are we on a first name basis now? who helped you off the floor when you were acting like a grandma? me or the soup!?”

at his complaints, you laugh harder. “okay okay, sorry baby.” his smile returns at that, pulling you closer as you both enjoy your soup. despite probably being considered too “old” for cartoons, you absolutely loved them. you always made jungwon watch them with you, and he didn’t care too much as long as he got to cuddle you the whole time.

however, he couldn’t deny that the show you were currently watching was absolutely terrible, to him at least. you began watching it last week — which meant that he inevitably would have to as well — and it was probably the most agonising week of his life. the characters were all stupid and had no development, the plot made no sense, and it was so repetitive.

“how do even children enjoy this garbage?”

you, who currently had their nose in a tissue as usual, shot up to meet your boyfriends eyes in disbelief. “what do you mean? it’s so good! i have to keep watching until marinette and adrien finally figure out each others secret identities!”

he scoffs. “you really think they’re going to let that happen? they have to milk at least six more seasons out of this nonsense first.” you look at him with brows furrowed, and he continues. “every episode is just the same thing, jagi. it can go on forever. everyday a new villain for ladybug to defeat then hawkmoth goes ‘i’ll get them next time’ but we all know he never will. and did you see all the new miraculous in the new trailer? they can just keep adding new heroes too, leading to more merch and dumb toys and all in all more money for them.” by the end of his tangent, your boyfriend releases a big breath.

you sit there, attention fully on the boy next to you with a mouthful of noodles. “wow, i think you’re more obsessed with this show than me.”

“just stating the obvious.”

you shrug in response. “whatever you say, i still think chat noir’s pretty cool.” 

jungwon swears he hurt his neck with how fast he whipped back to gaze at you. “eh? are you telling me i have to compete with a famous, rich actor and model who is also a superhero of paris at night!?” he inquires desperately. 

you bend over, starting to giggle uncontrollably at his genuinely distressed face. “well..” you begin. 

he begins to tickle you. “what is it then, the blonde hair? i’ll contact my stylist right now if it’s what you want!” you cackle, watching as jungwon begins to laugh himself, his eyes turning into soft crescents. “yah, this isn’t funny!

after more tickling and jungwon complaining about every scene of every episode, it was time for you to have your medicine. which you were not excited for. you were the type of person to believe that all of the “medicine” you’d buy was just the same useless shit in different shitty forms.

maybe you were just weak, but the result of swallowing down the liquid that probably tasted like a rotting corpse was just you being even more drowsy and dead inside than before. “but it tastes so bad!” you whine, watching as your boyfriend walks back in the room, medicine and a glass of water in hand. 

“this one doesn’t,” he replies encouragingly, “it’s bubblegum flavor.” 

“you know that means nothing right? all the ‘flavors’ taste the same.” you deadpan, watching as jungwon sets both cups down next to you on the couch. 

the boy sighs, pondering on how to get you to drink it, before a genius idea comes to his mind. “if you have every drop of it, i’ll watch one more episode of miraculous with you before bed.” 

your face brightens at that, and jungwon has to stifle a laugh at your adorable childishness. “really?” he desperately wants to say no — as he doesn’t think he can get through watching another episode of that dumpster fire — but he nods anyway. it’s for your health, he decides. 

at that, you gulp, staring down at the pink liquid in disgust. you can do this for jungwon (and miraculous), you think, before taking a deep breath and chugging it down, quickly drinking the water just as fast.

you gag immediately, the horrifying taste sticking to your tongue. immediately after, jungwon scoops you up into his arms and unceremoniously flops onto the couch. holding you in his lap, he rubs your back gently, planting a kiss to your forehead. “you did so well, see? i knew you could do it.” 

still in jungwons lap, you smack your mouth, trying to recover from the sour taste. “miraculous please.” 

“aish.. i was hoping you’d forget.”

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[spirkme915]

a list of the spirk fics i've read in the last 10-ish days and loved:

And Then I Let It Go by kianspo (AOS) - post-beyond fic that slots in perfectly with the movie canon. it's steeped in want

master of a nothing place by strzyga (AOS) - reread, mind the tags, if spock going pre-reform is your thing then this fic is your thing

The Bond by WhatIfImaMermaid (AOS) - i got on a bond/pon farr/explicit/shorter fics kick and this one showed up in my search. not pon farr, but ALL bond. really unique writing style. spock has amnesia, jim doesn't want to tell them they're not married, it has the sweetest spock ever

Your heart's sudden but inevitable betrayal by WhatIfImaMermaid (AOS) - reading The Bond (see above) led me to this gem, cute, funny, jim pov that jumps off the page, short read that's just happy

A Father's Love by mutantleech (AOS) - listen, i'm going to have a lot more to say about this fic in the masterpost of recs i'm putting together, but i'll say here that this is hands down the most painful spirk fic i've ever read, and yet it has the happiness at the end that i crave, don't be turned off by the mpreg tag (seriously, i never read mpreg and this fic had me in the best of chokeholds)

The 1,000 Hour Sleep by spqr (SNW/TOS) - reread, super unique premise, FINALLY some snw spock, pike is the best, as is the entire crew of the enterprise, found family, hurt/comfort

Shakedown Cruise by Rhaegal (RhaegalKS) (TOS) - another spock amnesia fic lol, this one is so gentle and loving, all about falling in love again

All Our Yesterdays (the All or Nothing Remix) by dreamlittleyo (AOS/TOS) - an episode of TOS re-written for AOS, oblivious jim, oblivious spock, quick easy read (i really love the authors who make writing look so easy no matter how difficult it is, and this one does), mind the tags

These Hands, If Not Gods by greenforsnow @m-b-w (TOS) - the tags pretty much say everything, except that the term PWP is selling it short, there are so many FEELINGS, pon farr, plak tow, obliviousness and conniving abound (affectionately)

An Endless Stream of Tomorrows by remylebae @twinkboimler (TOS) - post voyage home fic, first kiss, jim can't wait any longer, so so sweet, old almost married spirk

Foundation by remusmoonshine @remusmoonshinezine (TOS) - an all fluff/no angst massage fic, no seriously, ALL FLUFF, if you need a pick me up this is the one

Reminder - PLEASE don't be shy. send me recs in ask or chat and feel free to self-promo! i read a lot and fast so i'm always looking for new stuff

(you can find previous recs under fic rec and/or spirk fic recs)

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

NSFW A-Z Alphabet | Oh Sangwoo

Pairing: Oh Sangwoo x f!reader

Word count: 6.8K

Warnings/contents: Sex, cursing, variety of kinks, very 18+

Notes: Okay, hello everybody. I have a quick note that is relatively important here. This is far from what my typical writing style is like, I really had to access a deeper part of my brain I don’t involve in my writing much and it’s more intense. With that being said, those of you who like Sangwoo and asked for his NSFW Alphabet… enjoy and don’t judge. Please. I beg of you.

Another quick add-on, next I will be writing Seungbae’s NSFW Alphabet! And then I will move on to SFW Alphabets (most likely Sangwoo first and then Seungbae second). And then I have “5 Minutes” and “What it’s Like to Kiss…” as well, no promises that I’ll do Sangwoo first and Seungbae second on those, I think those will be more of a however I’m feeling sort of thing. And I will also write some one-shots eventually! I have a few ideas wrote down and outlined so that I can remember them and eventually post a Killing Stalking one-shot for either Seungbae or Sangwoo.

I’m not sure if you saw, but earlier Yoon Bum was requested for my texting series, so he will be added as well, however I don’t know if I’m going to do any more work for him aside from in the texting series. I won’t say that I won’t write anything else for him, but I also will not promise that I’ll do anything but texting series for him at the same time. With all of this being said, on with the sin.

The masterlist for Sangwoo’s future chapters can be found {here}, Seungbae’s can be found on my masterlist and in his future chapters as well! 

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sangwoo is shockingly affectionate after everything that he does to you. The nights that he especially goes overboard, he takes special care, going as far as to give you a foot rub if you asked for it— anything you ask for. He’ll tell you that he loves you, running his fingers over the bruises on your hips and kissing the bruises and marks on your neck and collarbone gently, a soft whisper of his supposed love following each gentle kiss until you finally relax and sink into his near bare body. Often times after everything, the two of you would shower or bathe together, but there’s never any knowing whether or not he’s going to try and get back inside of you again in either position. Though there are nights where he feels he takes it too far and instead gives you a good rest, kissing your head and holding you against his chest while the warm water runs down your back. Even when he plays nice, Sangwoo still wants to help you wash your body for one final grope

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Theirs: His arms, though specifically his biceps. He works on them a lot and he’s very proud of how muscular he is. He knows that he’s extremely attractive, often using that against people as well as you and using it to his advantage. He has no shame in adding that he finds himself attractive either, frequently looking at himself in the mirror while he fucks you, only to see his muscles that he’s worked so hard for shifting. One of his favorite things to do is put you in a light headlock in doggy while you bury your face against his bicep and bite him when it hurts

Yours: As much as he loves to slap your ass until it hurts to sit, he’s almost partial to your breasts. To kiss them, suck on them, leave hickey after hickey on your soft skin, squeeze and grope them too hard to make you whine, tease your nipples and slap your breasts while you’re beneath him. He loves to hold them together and bury his face between them at night when you’re in bed, often falling asleep with your bare breasts in his face even if you wore a shirt before he got into bed and pulled it up to snuggle into you. He’d much rather you be shirtless in bed with him so he can feel your skin against him and kiss or bite you whenever he pleases. Not to mention being able to watch your nipples get hard from teasing them with his fingers just for fun when he can’t sleep, whether you’re awake or not

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

To Sangwoo, you’re his personal cumslut. He would cum inside of you, he would cum on your face, he would cum on your breasts, he would cum on your ass, he would cum on your stomach, he would cum on your thighs— quite frankly, he’ll cum wherever he pleases. One of his favorite things to do is cum in your mouth and make you show him the cum on your tongue and laugh as it slides down your chin, scooping it up with his thumb and making you suck it off. He’ll cum on your cheek frequently and lick it off before shoving it from his mouth and into yours. Sangwoo may, if he so pleased, may cum on your back in doggy, lick it off and roll you over to spit it down into your mouth and make you swallow it. He sees it simply: you’re his, he can cum wherever he pleases. After all, he makes you soak the bed, why wouldn’t you let him do whatever he wanted in return?

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t try and keep anything a secret. If he felt like trying something, he’d say it. If he feels like stopping and changing positions, he says it. If he wants to take a break, rest with you and take a breather on a long night, he won’t keep anything a secret just because he was worried that you might think he’s weird or too intense. He does a lot of things most people wouldn’t and doesn’t care about you not wanting to try something, whether that being he’ll ask again later or simply drop the subject. He feels no shame, openly smelling your underwear while he jerks off even if you enter the room and jerk off to the scent of your pillow frequently when you’re gone

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Sangwoo is very experienced, however you were the first person that he actually cared about and made an effort with. Before you, he did simply whatever it took to get himself off, not caring if the other person got off or not, but after accidentally finding himself falling for your charm, he couldn’t help but want to try. To make you feel good, wanting to make you moan out in agony and pleasure while he touches and overstimulates the sensitive parts of your body that he knows makes your brain go foggy in the best way. He learned everything he could about your body, and you had to hand it to him, he was smart. He learned you fast, amazingly starting to care about pleasing you as much as pleasing himself for once in his life— shocking you since before you had only ever been a glorified sex doll to him for months on end

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He prefers to be in total control, though even in positions like you riding him where you may have the faintest impression of dominance, he has all of the control; hands tight on your hips, leaving bruises with how tightly he grabs you. However with that being said, one of Sangwoo’s favorite positions is doggy style, pushing your head down into the bed and keeping your ass up, back bent uncomfortably while he pounds into you and makes you a near sobbing mess into the bed. He likes to lean over you, pressing heavy down on you while he wraps his arm around your neck and holds you close against him. Something else that Sangwoo likes to do is have you ride him so that he can watch your breasts bounce and suck on them

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He isn’t necessarily goofy, in fact he’s rather far from goofy. However, he likes to joke with you, he likes to be funny, to make you give a giggle or even a full-blown laugh even mid-thrust at one of his jokes. He loves to tease you, to edge you, to make you want to scream for him to finally give you what you’re craving, but you can never even do so much as complain when he makes you feel so good even if he teases you for hours on end. Sangwoo doesn’t take sex as seriously as some might, only ever taking things seriously if you were to piss him off and he thinks you deserve a punishment or if there was simply a quick moment of intense eye contact where there’s no teasing, no kissing, no words needed as he eyes you in a way that frightens you and turns you on

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sangwoo upkeeps, getting itchy if the hair gets too long and bothers him when he works out so much, however he very rarely if ever actually ends up shaving all of the hair off, instead only trimming it down and washing well to keep up his hygiene. He also cares about you not getting much hair in your mouth, taking it into consideration as he thrusts his hips against your face and makes you choke and gag around him

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

He has his nights. His nights where he takes a long time to get you into the mood. He’d make dinner with you, he’d wrap his arms around you and nuzzle against your back while you rinse the dishes off, pressing little kisses along your neck and asking if you wanted to watch a movie with him. He would sit you on his lap, making sure that you’re comfortable, squeezing your inner-thighs and kissing your neck to slowly work you into the right mood for sex. These nights are often nights where he takes things slower even in bed, where he finds himself guilty and tries harder than others to make sure you’re content. This isn’t too frequent, but you always cherish these nights when he’s so slow with you rather than rough as he usually is

J = Jerk off (masterbation headcanon)

He does quite frequently, finding no shame in openly jerking himself off either in front of you or if he was alone. He could jerk himself off only minutes before he finds himself inside of you and able to cum even again. When he’s alone, he’ll do what he pleases to get himself off; smelling your pillow, sniffing your underwear, even staring at photos of you. If you were there and asleep, he may even lay his head on you and give your skin a soft sniff as he jerks himself off, otherwise asking you to either suck his cock or just handling it on his own if you were busy, gone, or simply not in the mood. While he may not be so kind every time, there are nights he would take your unwillingness to suck his cock better than others and leave you be

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Teasing: (Further explained below)

Degrading: He’s more of a sadistic degrader than he is a praiser; he calls you disgusting, a whore, a slut, a bitch, a stupid bitch, a dumb slut, his cumslut— but you’re his dumb slut and he’s the only person who could talk to you this way and you’re only allowed to let him call you these things because you’re only his. Someone else who called you a slut would easily get punched, because as cruel as he can be, Sangwoo is possessive and protect of you because you’re his, though that doesn’t mean every time he’s going to be all that nice to you. Instead, he’d call you a bitch later on, hand on your throat and voice by your ear as he calls you names, asking you if you’re a slut for him and only him, making you repeat it and calling yourself his slut, only to make you repeat it again and again until you’re repeating it on your own without him telling you to

Light praising: While it is nowhere near how he degrades you and how cruel he can be, Sangwoo would give you light praises, however often times his praises come with a backhanded comment following. He’ll tell you that you smell good when you shower and comment about how he likes when you use his favorite body wash and request you use it more. He’ll comment about how good you suck on his cock before thrusting his hips against your face. He would thank you when you make him dinner, however not every time and often only ever simply helping you rinse the dishes and kissing your neck. He’ll call you his good girl in the bedroom, though often following it shortly afterwards with a crude name. He’ll often tell you that you take him so well, complimenting you in a teasing way for being able to take all of his cock so well and calling you a good baby for swallowing his cum every time he came in your mouth

Begging: While there are times it may grate on his nerves and he may not enjoy you begging so much for him, there’s often times that Sangwoo likes you to beg. Slowing down, teasing you, squishing your cheeks in his hand and making you beg. If you don’t beg well enough for him, he’ll slow down, maybe even stop. He takes pleasure out of making you beg, watching your cheeks warm in embarrassment when he looks you in the eye, gives your cheek a light slap and forces you to look at him as you beg for him

Dumbification: Sangwoo is very into overstimulating, fucking you until you can’t even think anymore, until you can think of nothing aside from his cock and his body on yours. Until you can’t even scream his name anymore and instead your words are incoherent babbling and mumbled sobs as you beg for the man beneath your breath to show him how broke you were for him. Until you were completely exhausted and unable to catch your breath, but still wanting more of him and only inflating his ego more. He finds it funny how quickly you find yourself overstimulated and fucked so easily around him. He makes good on his every promise to fuck you until you can’t even think every time the two of you are in bed

Embarrassment kink: He thrives on your embarrassment; every time you look away from him when he’s holding your face in his hands, when you flush and think he can’t see it, when you give soft whines as he teases you— he gets off on it. He likes to fluster you in public, whispering dirty and nasty things in your ear while you’re in the store to make you flush, squeezing your leg beneath the table at the restaurant and maybe even going so far as to rub your clit even as you speak to your friend who’s right across from you, whispering about how you better stay quiet. Sangwoo likes to fuck you in dressing rooms, testing how quiet you can stay and telling you that you better keep your slutty mouth shut unless you want to get caught. He doesn’t even always need to touch you to make you flustered and laughing quickly after at your reactions

Voice kink: Sangwoo gets off on your voice and he knows that you get off on his voice as well. He likes it when you give whimpers when he makes you touch yourself while he watches you, the sound of your moans in his ear while he fucks you, the soft sound of your sleepy moans when he wakes you up in the middle of the night. He loves to hear you, to hear your begging, moaning and praises at him as well. He loves fucking you in public to embarrass you, but he hates how quiet you have to stay with him. There’s times where he needs to hear you, where he has to hear more than your soft whimpers in his ear. He needs to feel just how good he feels inside of you and how you’re going to cum around him

Daddy kink: Sangwoo loves to be called daddy. He loves to be called many things in bed, but daddy is one of his favorites; hearing you scream it while he holds your hands down on the bed and beg for him, mumbling out praises and begs incoherently while he fucks you until you’re numb in the brain. “Daddy” is one of the easiest ways to make him hard after a long day. Sliding your hand along his inner-thigh, kissing his neck and mumbling a soft “I want you, daddy” never fails to make the man ache for you in a way that you know is going to leave your legs shaking in pleasure for the rest of the night

Edging: Sangwoo edges you like no other does. He edges you until you’re sobbing and then he makes fun of you for sobbing. He edges you until you can’t breathe and you’re aching to cum, until your back is arched, toes are curled, face buried into the bed, his shoulder or even your own hands. He’ll edge you as many times as he felt like it, and even if he told you to beg, it may not make him give you what you’re wanting. He’ll make you sob and laugh at your tears in frustration several times in one night

Squirting: As much as he loves to edge you, Sangwoo loves to make you squirt. In his face, on the bed, on his hands. He likes to watch it, making you squirt out until you can no longer cum anymore because he made you squirt too much. Despite being a tease and edging you so much, Sangwoo can make your orgasms feel like nobody else can, making you feel better than you ever thought you could feel and never failing to make you squirt until the bed is soaked beneath you

Marking/biting: Whether it’s biting you until you bleed, leaving teeth marks on your skin, bruising you with his painfully tight grip on your skin or leaving many, many hickeys along your body, Sangwoo loves to mark you up. Often times your body may seem like you’re horribly abused from how he bruises you with his hands and mouth, making it hard for you to sit by slapping your ass so hard you’re red. Your thighs never lack a hickey, a bruise or a bite mark nowadays, your breasts always covered with hickeys. He often likes to admire the marks, tracing his fingers along the deep bruises he leaves on you with his mouth, leaving another in place as soon as it starts to fade. He’ll give you a large hickey on your neck when he gets jealous, telling you not to cover it up in hopes the person who dared to make him jealous would see you again, marked up by Sangwoo. He likes to kiss your hickeys, pressing a soft and lingering kiss to the deepest hickeys and telling you that he loves you

Scent kink: Without a doubt, as much as he gets off to your whimpers and whines, he gets off to your scent. He could jerk off to the lingering smell of you on the pillows or to your underwear, giving a long sniff and burrowing his face between your legs when he goes to eat you out and telling you how good you smell with every deep inhale that makes your cheeks burn. He likes to smell your underwear when he takes them off of you, giving them a lick before he tosses them away or maybe even putting them in your mouth if the two of you were in public. He might even make you hold it in your mouth at home so that when he leans up to fuck you, he can smell you while he’s inside of you. When you wear his favorite perfume, he doesn’t want to leave the house anymore, instead wanting to lay on you and bury his nose against your neck while he just lays there and smells you for hours

Size kink: Your boyfriend is a big guy; he’s tall and he’s muscular. He’s long, thick, veiny. He gets off to how small you are in turn to how big he is, especially when lining himself up with your pussy, teasing your clit with his cockhead before he stretches you out with only the tip. He’ll always say something, groping your chest and teasing you as he places his hand on your stomach while he pushes himself inside of you. He often times asks you if you’re a masochist, telling you that you must be since you’re so willing to let him do as he pleases to you and how you must love to be in pain because of how he fucks you every time

Spanking/slapping: Sangwoo will and does slap you. Whether it be a light tap on your cheek to catch your eye or its a sharp slap that seems to echo around the room, he’ll occasionally leave a red spot on your face from slapping you too hard. If he isn’t slapping your face, he loves to spank your ass. Laying you over his knee and making you moan out as he slaps you, occasionally scolding you as he does or calling you a nasty slut when you moan because he knows that you like it

Hair pulling: While he does like it when you pull his hair even harshly when he’s on top of you and pounding into you, Sangwoo loves to pull your hair in return. Tugging on it to keep you close while he makes you choke on his cock, pulling your head back roughly with a fistful of your hair in hand while you’re in doggy, giving your hair a tug while you suck on his cock or giving it a light tug when he plays with it simply because he felt like it

Choking: Sangwoo has large hands, and with those large hands, he enjoys wrapping them around your neck quite often. Whether you’re making out or having sex, he likes to choke you and make you moan weakly into his mouth; while he won’t do it too roughly, Sangwoo isn’t always gentle. As well as he knows where to hold your neck, he may tease you every now and then just to hear you give a gasp when he moves his hand back from your throat, kissing the fingerprints and soft marks on your neck right afterwards

Spitting: He likes to spit on you and in your mouth, always spitting on your clit when he’s eating you out or spitting into your pussy, spitting onto your breasts while he gropes at you and sucks on your chest. He’ll have you beneath him, legs up on his shoulders and hands holding onto the sheets by your head while he spat down into your mouth, either telling you to open or spitting on your lips. Sometimes he’ll grab your cheeks and open your mouth to spit into your mouth without warning

Cockwarming: Sangwoo would love to use you as his own personal cockwarmer. Making you sit on his lap while the two of you watch a movie, tightly clenching around him since you’re so unready for him and yet taking all of him while you struggle and shift on his lap. He’d lay back, let you sit on him and hold your hips down even as you whine and you’re desperate to cum, teasing you and waiting the longer that you beg for him or whine. He would, after having sex with you, often stay inside of you either a few minutes or the whole night

Blood/knife kink: Whether you be on your period or not, Sangwoo wouldn’t mind still fingering you. Alongside that, when you’re pissing him off, he often likes to involve a sharp knife that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up when he points it at you and flails it around so carelessly, occasionally threatening you with it if he felt like it. He’d suck on your clit, fingers inside of you and the other holding the knife up, slowly teasing your stomach and between your breasts with it. Whether he tries to cut you or not, occasionally pressing the knife in harder if you make too much noise when he tells you to be quiet or begs when he tells you not to. He also likes it when you make him bleed, fingernails digging so hard into his back that you break the skin, though if the skin is ever broken on either of your end, it’s part of the aftercare to clean each other up to make sure the little cuts and scars don’t get infected. Something Sangwoo likes to do is hold the knife to your throat while he fucks you, making you hold the knife to his in return when you piss him off, however it isn’t all too frequent since he knew that you were afraid to hurt him in a way that he wasn’t afraid to hurt you

Gun kink: Much like his knife kink, Sangwoo gets off to the thought of holding a loaded gun to your head while you sucked on his cock. He’s shameless, not caring if you were afraid of the gun or if you got off to it as well. He likes to make you gag on his cock, thrusting against your chin and occasionally giving the trigger a slight squeeze that might even make his own palms sweat. He’ll often move his finger off the trigger if he worries too much, however he does like to have you hold the gun to his head while he eats you out as well, giving you the perfect opportunity to shoot him and leave and yet he knows you never will. The gun isn’t a frequent or every day thing, however he does it a lot when you piss him off because he knows you don’t always want it

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

#1: His favorite place is the bedroom. There’s many options, for positions and comfort options, loving to slam you against the wall and then only moments after pressing you hard on the soft bed and pounding you down into the comfortable mattress, nearly making the springs hurt your back. He likes to test your limits in the bedroom, being loud in the room and testing new kinks every now and then

#2: As much as he loves public sex, Sangwoo likes to cause trouble and fuck you in the car, right in the backseat in an abandoned area or a parking lot late into the middle of the night when you’re tired. This often happens after a date of sorts or if he were in a good mood and wanted to stargaze, maybe even after running to the store. Whenever the moment strikes and you don’t turn the thought of car sex down

M = Motivation (what turns them on/gets them going?)

One of the biggest things he need is your voice, listening to you moan his name loudly in his ear with your nails in his back as you struggle and squirm beneath him, either begging him to continue or begging him to stop after such a long time and its all too much. Until you’re a sweaty, panting, broken mess beneath him, Sangwoo could go for hours. He loves to hear the headboard hitting the wall while he fucks you, though not more than the sweet sound of your desperate moans in his ear

N = No (something they wouldn’t do/turn offs)

Not much aside from your rejection can turn Sangwoo off, and typically he takes it pretty hard, seeming to think that if you don’t want to have sex with him, you don’t love him anymore. Otherwise, Sangwoo would try a lot of things. A lot of disgusting things you never thought of trying before. If you were to mention it, he would most likely try it with you. Unless what it is that you want to try has something to do with him not being in charge, Sangwoo has no problem with trying every little new kink or new position that comes to mind but he would not let you peg him. However if you asked him to fuck your ass, he would do it with no hesitation. He’d tie you up in any way you want and fuck you stupid

O = Oral (preferences in giving/receiving, skill, etc.)

Shocking you, Sangwoo was quite a giver in bed so long as you give him just as much in return. He loved to eat you out and lay between your legs for damn near hours on end when he thinks you’ve earned it or it’s been a few days. He loves to make you squirm, whine and squirt and one of his favorite ways to do that is to stuff his tongue inside of you and rub fast at your clit to make you squirt on his face. He loves to be between your thighs, biting, kissing and sucking on your inner-thighs, marking them up all pretty for him to see later that night or the next day. When he decides to give you a moment to breathe after making you squirt several times in a row, he would often mark your thighs up, making you whine when he bites you and gives you a hickey by your pussy

Just as he goes down on you every time the two of you are in bed, Sangwoo does expect you to suck on his cock every time you have sex, and even times when the two of you don’t have sex or if he doesn’t touch you. He likes it a lot when he’s driving and you suck on his cock, especially if he didn’t need to ask for it. In that case he would make sure to give it to you extra good when the two of you get home and hold your hips down on his face while you struggle to stay on your knees. Sangwoo often leaves your throat sore when he thrusts his hips against your face and makes you choke on him until you struggle to breathe. At least once his rough thrusts had made you throw up before and he doesn’t care if it happens again, quickly helping you get washed up and then tapping your cheek with the tip of his dick again

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

More than 98% of the time, things aren’t slow with Sangwoo. He eats you out, he fingers you and works on stretching you out with his fingers, but by time he’s lining himself up with you, he wants nothing more than to stuff it all inside of you at once. He may give you a few seconds to adjust if he was feeling generous, though very rarely, instead enjoying watching the tears slide down your cheeks and your body jerk against his on the bed beneath him as he rocks his hips against yours. There are times however when you’ve had a horrible day, whether it be a mental issue, a bad day at work, even a run-in with someone or family issues, and Sangwoo would take it more gentle with you instead. He would kiss you softer, his grasp would be less harsh and rough, he’d give you a bit longer to adjust and take his time with you even if it took all night to make you that much more reliant on him. He would aim to go slower even if it may take every ounce of self-restraint that he has

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He absolutely loves quickies. Whether you be at home or in public, if you were to hint or not stop him from bringing you into a bathroom or dressing room, he would give you everything and more that you’re wanting. He likes to see how quiet you can be with his fingers stuffed inside of you, how hard he can slam himself inside of you with only his fingers in your mouth as he watches your face contort in pleasure and pain and you struggle to stay quiet, how rough he can slam his hips against your chin until you’re choking too loudly on him. Sangwoo also likes to have a quickie with you in the shower, in the kitchen, on the sofa. His fingers inside of you while you watch a movie and shortly after he’s humping you and making you scream. His hips grinding against yours while you cook before he bends you over the counter and slides your pants down. Groping at your breasts from behind in the shower and teasing your nipples before he pushes you against the wall of the shower and fucks you until you’re sore

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He loves to take risks, to try new things even just once, to have sex with you anywhere at least once, he’d go as far as to have sex with you in front of someone if they liked you a little too much or vice versa if some girl seems a bit too interested in him. Sangwoo has no shame in admitting that he’s completely yours so long as you’re always completely his, as if you’d have much of a choice to begin with. He gets off on having sex with you in places where you may get caught, getting off on the rush of adrenalin and knowing that you get off to getting away with it when you’re almost caught as well

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Sangwoo has a stamina that is pretty unmatched by any other. It doesn’t matter if he jerked off only a few minutes ago, it doesn’t matter if he just came inside of you, it doesn’t matter if you’re sobbing and unable to cum again, if he isn’t done, he isn’t going to stop. He’ll give your cheek a pat, catch your eye, tell you he isn’t done and to shut up, softly shushing you and teasing your pouted lips with his thumb and laughing at you. He’ll keep you in bed with him for hours, overstimulating you, draining you of energy and your own cum, filling you up with his cum until he can’t possibly cum anymore, and even after that sometimes a few minutes later he’s ready to go again. He likes to eat you out between the earlier rounds, rubbing your lower back or kissing you gently during the later rounds. He’s a bit too obsessed with how you moan his name out and clench around his cock with desperate whines

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He would use a vibrator on you quite often, making you hold it to your clit while your legs are up on his shoulders and stopping every time your hand lags until you press it back to yourself. A surefire way to get out of him using the vibrator on you some nights is to tease him— to ask if he has to have the vibrator to make you cum, but forewarning that you may regret the overstimulation that follows these taunts and teases, not to mention the shit talking that comes every time you squirt on his face. He’d hold it against you while he shoves his tongue inside of you to see how long it takes him to make you squirt on his face without using his hands. He’d use a dildo on you if he felt like it, just to test you on nights that you piss him off, however he prefers to use his own cock on you. Sangwoo would be enticed by the thought of nipple clamps, though he wouldn’t use them every single time on you. If you were to have your nipples pierced, there would be a lot more nipple play with toys and his mouth because he knows how sensitive they are now. Sangwoo would love to put a bunny tail buttplug in you while you’re in doggy, occasionally rolling it around in you to make you moan out

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease, even for hours on end he would edge you and tease you with his words, with teasing licks to your clit, with soft bites and sucks, making you think that he’s gonna bite you and instead giving you a suck instead. He’s a master with dirty talk, getting you wet without even more than a simple grab at the thigh, whispering about what he’s going to do to you but never giving you anything more than a soft slide of his fingers between your legs, fingering you in public. He wants to make you flustered, he wants you to submit to him every single time before he even gets you in the bed. He wants to tease you, to test you, to see what it’ll take for you to cry in frustration and beg for him like his good girl. However, it’s important to be mindful with your words in such a time; if you complain about how much he teases, Sangwoo will show you what it’s really like to be teased. In addition, he hates to be teased any more than just a second, and only as long as you follow up your light tease with a kiss or touching his dick

V = Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

Sangwoo won’t stay so quiet you can never hear him, though often times he does keep more quiet with his moans and instead only gives grunts as he thrusts inside of you. He likes to keep decently quiet, wanting to hear you instead of himself, however because he has a voice kink, he would get a bit of an ego boost to know that you got off to his voice as well, feeling you getting wetter and clenching around him as he gives moans in your ear and talks to you. Often times he’ll bury his nose against your neck, moaning by your ear so that you can hear him over your own screams

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sangwoo is insanely possessive. Not quite to the extent that he would kill you just if someone else were to flirt with you, however if he catches you letting it happen for too long you will find yourself in trouble and perhaps finding the person who flirted with you dead, either in front of you as he makes you watch it happen or hearing it on the news. Sangwoo will cause a scene, tell the guy off, drag you off by the hand, picking you up and holding you over his shoulder if needed. He doesn’t always blame you for being flirted with, though he will give you a large hickey on your neck and tell you not to cover it up so people know that you’re not single so something like this won’t happen again and he won’t have to punish you for being too nice to strangers. Sangwoo may not hurt you if you get flirted with, however he will if you think about leaving him

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sangwoo is thick, veiny, so easy to make hard with just a squeeze of his thigh and a sexual whisper in his ear. He’s 8.8 inches. He’s not all too sensitive, though often giving a soft and shaky breath when you tease beneath his head with the tip of your tongue and slide it around his cockhead. Sangwoo takes care of himself, he stays clean and because he’s in rather good shape and takes care of himself in more ways than washing well, he often has almost a rather sweet taste to his cum with the slightest tang to it

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Because it takes very little to make the man hard and he’s always in the mood to hold you beneath him on the bed, he’s almost always testing the waters after long days or in the morning when you’re half-asleep. He would have sex with you several times every day, all you need to do is ask. He’d never tell you no, even if he teases you for being so needy, his cock is hard as soon as you mention sex or hint that you may want something more than simply snuggling up to his side. He would take a bit of pride if you were to get more engaged in sex with him as time goes on and would enjoy corrupting you, watching you start to enjoy more of the things that he does than you originally did

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It can often depend on the night. After hard days and long hours in bed, Sangwoo can fall straight asleep, face buried between your breasts and his muscular arms around you, holding you tight against his chest. Other nights it can take him awhile, either staring at the ceiling while you sleep soundly on his side or laying on his side watching you, sometimes waiting for you to wake up or occasionally eyeing your body in the dim light, tracing his fingers around the bite marks and bruises he’s given you. Occasionally he may even think— about how real this situation between the two of you is, how much he doesn’t want to love you and yet how much he finds himself loving you even when he tries not to. There’s some nights he even makes himself feel bad when he thinks of how real your pain can be, wondering if it’s too much and finding himself regretting falling for you and hurting you in this way that he damn near couldn’t stop doing

[kanmom51]

JK and his JM tattoo, once again

cr./ to creators of the media used in this post.

So, big news y’all.

Those who shall not be named have finally admitted that the JM on JK’s hand tattoo is darker than the rest of the letters.

Yes, that happened.

Down side, they started a smear hate campaign against B&W, claiming she edited the letters to be darker, not to mention another shit load of stupidity they threw her way.

I guess she’s involved in all the latest JM darker letters photos we’ve had coming our way lately.

Starting with JK’s latest live. 

Didn’t know you can actually edit a Weverse live...

Gotta say, I loved how JK chose (all about the choices folks) to keep his hands bare for the Qatar performance.

So, moving on...

Let’s see JK’s hand, shall we?

All photos of course edited by B&W - NOT !!!!!

Perhaps Samsung are on the JKK payroll too...

Yeah, sometimes it’s lighting and placement and just bad quality photos, but people, the JM has been darker for a while now.  We’ve seen it.  We’ve been talking about it for months.  And now even those who shall not be names are admitting they are seeing it...

One step forward two steps back situation here...

[octopi-wall-street]

some various rambles from the boston jangle ball!

the show started w/ deck the halls of northville high which they called a villain song (which felt like a diss @ robert lmao)

in twisted clark took the "i only wanted a coat made out of puppies!" line and it was great

there was a whole bit about aj upstaging people to do gilderoy

another bit, or could've been a well-improvised technical difficulty, before queen b where they like restarted it and joked about time travel. also the dancing here was SO GOOD

after each of the first few songs they did like a fakeout "that's our show goodnight"

JANAYA DID STUTTER. IT WAS THE GREATEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN AND HEARD.

they wrote these little holiday lyrics to status quo it was cute

there was a "capitalism medley" because "the real villain is capitalism" (mood) iirc it had cup of roasted coffee, golden rule reprise, and the wiggly jingle. wasn't part of the medley but corey also did our doors are open

despite being a villain themed act i they didn't do rogues are we/rogues medley??? there was no hmb rep at all unfortunately, same with tto (and mamd but that's predictable)

vhs christmas carol was very much in concert form, they weren't really playing characters a ton or in costumes. james did have the shutter shades for christmas present which was great

the "not in character" part was most evident with dylan-- despite being scrooge he was clearly having the time of his life onstage the entire time and cheering on everyone else it was so wholesome

everyone came out to do the christmas electricity dance

joey carried bholden in on piggyback to play tiny tim

jamie played turkey boy and had the most delightful accent

brerideth played the couple in christmas future and shared a kiss it was so cute

joey and dylan had a little handshake they tried to do in the finale but they messed it up lol

the entire atmosphere was so much fun!! everyone on and offstage was having a great time, i mentioned in another post but people were literally singing along to the intermission playlist it was just really good vibes. as someone who has been to very few concerts, and never been to one alone, it was an awesome experience

[etheriaaly]

Hello, do you still do requests? If so, could I get a cc!SBI x GN!Reader (platonic ofc) at TwitchCon? If requests aren't open feel free to ignore btw

Thank you, and remember to drink water and eat something!

SURPRISE, SURPRISE [CC! SBI x GN! Reader]

a/n: hiii!! sorry for the long wait and delay, I forgot to post this a month ago😭😅. school is just making me busy but requests are open <3  also im pretty sure theres a similar fanfic plot w this but imma hope mine has a bit of twist and difference to it 😭. Another thing, I have no idea how TwitchCon works or what it looks like from the inside so please bare with the lack of TwitchCon knowledge in this fanfic. Anyways,  i hope u enjoy this short one :))

P.S. Sorry if u live in the USA or near it, the location where the reader lives is for plot purposes :))

READER PRONOUNS: They/them (Gender neutral)

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TwitchCon is coming in a few days and [Y/N] is beyond excited. Not only it was their first-ever TwitchCon, but they also get to finally meet Tommy, Wilbur, Phil, and Techno.

However, those 4 don't know [Y/N] will be joining TwitchCon in San Diego since [Y/N] literally lives on the other side of the world and the SBI thinks their parents didn't allow them to travel just for TwitchCon.

But [Y/N]'s parents literally said yes once they told them about TwitchCon💀

Even though telling the SBI beforehand would be a great start to plan the things they would do and have fun but then again, where's the thrill and excitement into seeing their shocked faces once they see [Y/N].

They are currently anxious at the moment, tapping their feet on and on. What if one of them sees [Y/N] on the airport or on the way to the TwitchCon?? That will definitely ruin the surprise.

[Y/N] hopes that the Marvel disguise, which consist of the cap and a sunglasses, will work.

As soon as they finally landed at the San Diego Internationally Airport, they received a text message from the group chat.

—

big man child: LETS FUCKING GOO WHERE AR YOU GUYS??

orphan obliterator: at the hotel rn

wilby: tommy, im literally beside you

cawcaw man: ^

big man child: WISH U WERE HERE [N/N]!!

[n/n]: LMAO SCREAMING IN CAPS

[n/n]: also dw abt it theres always next time ig 😩

orphan obliterator: want me to convince the government to let you fly here for free???

[n/n]: thanks for the thought, Techno but im prettyyyy sure ur way of convincing isn't in a peaceful way🤪

cawcaw man: PHAHAHAHHAHAHHA

big man child: really sucks uR NOT HERE

wilby: I'm pretty sure [Y/N] is a lucky gal or else they will have to endure your presence Tommy

big man child: WHAT THE FUCK WILBUR

cawcaw man: tTOMMY STOP HITTING WILBUR!!

orphan obliterator: GO GO ! GHOSTBUR IN REAL LIFE LETS GO

wilby: I'm calling my lawyer on you guys

—

[Y/N] quietly laughed and placed their phone back in their bag. They better hurry back to the hotel and get ready to surprise the four of them.

A few hours later, they have finally gotten ready for TwitchCon in which will start in like an hour and the excitement is increasing.

[Y/N] have gotten over the plan once again: use the MCU disguise, pull a You Joe Goldberg, snap a picture of the SBI together from afar and watch the four of them freak out. [Y/N] chuckled evilly and looked for a ride to the TwitchCon.

On the way to the TwitchCon, they decided to open up Twitter to see if any other CCs or fans posted a tweet or a picture about TwitchCon already. So far, many people have tagged [Y/N] saying they’re sad that [Y/N] isn’t able to come. 

At last, they have set foot to the entryway of TwitchCon, they can feel their anticipation and eagerness increasing. Luckily, it’s a bit crowded so if the four are already there, they will have a hard time accidentally spotting [Y/N]. 

Right before entering the building, they sent a small message of, “Have fun guys ;)” to the group chat and turned off their phone. 

Although being in a crowd will have higher chance of getting not recognized, they still feel somewhat uneasy in such a big crowd. Just the amount of people being in the same room as them makes [Y/N] anxious. But they made sure they’d try to overcome the fear of crowds for now because this prank plan only happens once in a lifetime. 

‘Ohno, I didn’t get to ask where they are,’ [Y/N] thought as they observe the crowd. ‘But, that will make me suspicious.’ 

Now getting lost in the convention, they immediately tried to find a way to know where they are until a group of girls near [Y/N] age slowly passed by, seemingly talking about Tommy, Wilbur, Techno and Phil. 

“Ohhh, I can’t wait to see them in real life,” said one girl. 

“They’re just in their booths far away right?” 

“Yep! Do you guys want to solo picture with each of them or a group picture?” The other girl in a Dream merch asked. 

The conversation of the group of girls gradually died down as they are now away from where [Y/N] is just standing from. ‘Jackpot! I’ll just follow them and I hope they can lead me to where those boys are’ 

[Y/N] hurriedly tried to run after the group of girls because they almost lost track of where they are heading due to the dozens of people walking past and across.

Although they did lost track of the group of girls, they tiredly sighed. But, it was immediately turned into a lopsided grin once they heard a familiar loud-ass person they know.

"Didn't know this place is full of Americans!"

"Tommy, we're literally in America. What do you expect?"

[Y/N] tried to contain themselves from jumping into them out of nowhere because they can feel themselves being giddy and excited.

This is it. The moment they've been waiting and planning for.

[Y/N] took out their phone and immediately snapped a photo of Philza's back head. They are so lucky that the disguise worked and those 4 idiots are really convinced [Y/N] is not there with them.

As soon as they snapped the photo, they sent it to the group chat. Looking away from their phone, they can see Wilbur pulling out their phone and immediately typing on the phone. [Y/N] giggled.

—

[n/n]: (sent a photo)

wilby: WHAT?! HOW?

—

They looked again at where the SBI is standing. Wilbur hurriedly tapped on Philza's shoulder and showed him the photo.

Philza's jaw dropped and exclaimed, "[Y/N] is here!?" Tommy's and Techno's heads whipped towards Philza and went towards the two of them.

"[Y/N]??? Here? Since when??" Tehcno asked.

"They sent a photo of my head!"

"That's impossible," Tommy said, crossing their arms. "They can't be here. Their parents didn't allow them to come remember? Maybe they asked a fan to take a photo of Phil's back head."

[Y/N] tried to contain their laughter as they just watch the four go chaos. They unlocked their phone again and opened the group chat. 

—

orphan obliterator: explain

wilby: HOW ARE YOU HERE

cawcaw man: you could've at least took a better shot at me

big man child: YOURE JUST PRANKING US RIHJTT WHO DID U HIRE!

[n/n]: ;)

—

While Tommy, Techno, Phil and Wilbur are in shambles and busy texting in the groupchat. [Y/N] saw a perfect opportunity.

Still not removing any of their disguise, they hurriedly yet sneakily walked towards theme. Good thing the boys had their backs turned and they can't see [Y/N] sneaking behind them.

They kept hearing continuous text notifications as it kept buzzing in their hands.

"They just sent a winky face and never replied!"

"I swear to god, they're just probably scaring us—"

"TOMMY!" [Y/N] screamed loudly at the ear of Tommy as managed to tackle the entire group causing the five of them to fall to the ground. The five of them got startled and screamed. Tommy's scream was the loudest.

"AAAAAHHH WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Other people looked at their direction due to how loud they all screamed. [Y/N] laughed and put their hand to their belly, trying to find support due to too much laughter. They just decided to continue laying on the floor because they're still busy laughing.

Wilbur immediately went to stand up and exclaimed, "[Y/N]?! You're really here?!"

"Holy shit." Phil laughed as he help Techno stand up from the ground. Tommy and [Y/N] are still the ones on the floor.

[Y/N] is too busy laughing while Tommy is in bewilderment and shock. "Careful, Tommy you're gonna catch a fly." Techno joked.

"His jaw dropped too hard." Tommy continued to stare at [Y/N] until he attacked and engulfed them in a big hug.

"Tommy you're crushing me."

"I don't care," Tommy replied, hugging [Y/N] even harder. "YOU FUCKER ARE REALLY HERE."

"Come up, child. It's now our turn to hug [Y/N]." Techno said as he tried to separate Tommy from them.

It took a while until Tommy got tired of hugging [Y/N] too hard so the two of them finally got the chance to stand up with the help of Phil, Wilbur and Techno. As soon as [Y/N] stood up, they were immediately greeted with Wilbur's and Philza's hug.

"You guys are really trying to crush and kill me, huh?"

“Move, it’s my turn.” Techno pushed Phil and Wilbur away and crushed poor [Y/N] as well. 

“I’m now very convinced all of you are plotting my death.” They said in between of the hugging. Techno let go and everyone’s adrenaline is still rushing. “YOOO!”

After finally getting accustomed to [Y/N] being with them, they all settled down and took a deep breath. "Man, I still can't believe you're really here, you sly motherfucker." Tommy stated.

"Yeah, me too."

Suddenly, Phil slightly nudged [Y/N]'s side and said, "Look you're number 1 trending already on Twitter."

[Y/N] let out a surprised gasp and immediately opened up Twitter. They scrolled down to see some tweets and oh boy, they really were trending that fast.

Pictures of [Y/N] sneaking behind the SBI, another one where [Y/N] tackles them to the ground, more pictures of them that just happened minutes ago.

How are people so fast????

—

It was a long day of meeting, greeting, signing and socializing with fans. The five of them might be tired but hey, it was an awesome day. Not only they get to go to TwitchCon and meet fans, but they also get to finally hang out in real life.

They are currently packing up their things from TwitchCon and heading out to eat dinner together. However, Tommy has other plans.

"Can you buy the cotton candy that I saw outside pleaseee??" Tommy pleaded to Techno.

"No."

He then went towards Phil but was already cutted off before Tommy even says anything. "We're going to eat dinner, save the sweets for later."

"But, PHILLLLLL." Tommy groaned.

[Y/N] laughed and sped walked beside Tommy. "Watch and learn bitch boy."

They then went towards Techno first and asked, "Can you buy that cotton candy for me?"

"Sure."

Tommy's jaw dropped. What the fuck ???

"That's so unfair!"

The rest of the night was spent goofing around, eating dinner together, strolling around and bullying Tommy (hj).

This was one of the best days they ever had. Wishing this all won't be over anytime soon.

Time may fly by so fast but you have to cherish and remember all the fun memories you had made.

Afterall, there are many more opportunities in which the five of you will meet up again. Who knows?

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Hi! I saw your post about wanting requests for stranger things. So, maybe you could write something about Eddie Munson (bc like pretty much all of us i fell in love with him in volume 1) where we're in the upside down (like in episode 7) and we get hurt, and he's scared to lose us without knowing that he loves us, so he confesses to us?

(sorry if it's confusing lol, i'm not the best at requests)

yes, I agree all of us fell in love with Eddie and you gave an awesome request, I loved it! 😊

gif isn’t mine

“JESUS H. CHRIST!”

“Tell me the truth, do I look as shitty as Harrington?” you smirked weakly at Eddie.

“You’re joking? You were fucking bitten by bats and you’re joking right now?!” Eddie complained as he took off his shirt and wrapped it around your arm to stop it from bleeding.

“Come on, where’s your sense of humor, Munson?” you tried.

“On the other side of the fucking gate where I don’t have to see my best friend get eaten by fucking bats” he glared at you.

“Hey” you said, placing your hand softly on his cheek. “I’m okay” you assured him. “It looks worse that it feels, honestly” you told him.

“I’m gonna get you out of here, okay?”

“I know-”

“I promise” he said with a couple of tears falling down his cheeks.

“I know, Eddie” you smiled, kissing his cheek.

“I love you” Eddie blurted out. 

“I love you too” you smiled at him. Is not like it was something you didn’t say before. But then...

“N-no, I love you, love you” he continued. “Like... I’m in love with you” he said, looking at you with his deep brown beautiful eyes. 

“W-what?”

“I’m sorry! I know it’s stupid to say it now b-but I was just so scared that you- I mean you were bleeding so much and-”

“You are so stupid!” you chuckled, regretting it the moment his look turned hurt. “Really? It takes for some fucking bats to eat me for you to finally tell me that you love me back?!”

“BACK?! Wait, what do you m-mean back-?” you cut him off by pressing your lips against his softly and placing your good hand on his cheek. 

“It means, it took you long enough to notice, Munson” you smiled when you pulled away. “I love you too, in case that wasn’t clear” you said, making him laugh. 

“Good” he simply said. 

“Good” you repeated. 

“So” he said, helping you up. “When we get the fuck out of here, because I will get you out of here, I’m gonna take you out on a date” he said, holding your hand. 

“Hmm, you better take my fucking breath away, Eds” you said, kissing his cheek. 

“Oh, trust me, princess” he said, giving you a peck on the lips. “I will” he smiled.

“Hey you two lovebirds!” you heard Steve yell at you. "You think you could leave that for another moment? Maybe when our lives aren’t at stake in the fucking Upside Down?” he asked now that he was patched up by Nancy. Eddie rolled his eyes and took his vest off, throwing it at him. 

“Here” he said, before wrapping his arm around you again. “For your modesty, dude!” 

You laughed a little as Steve put the vest on and you followed him and Nancy. 

“I love you” you smiled up at Eddie again.

“I love you too, princess” he said, kissing your forehead.

[farfromharry]

summary: tom is desperate to heat your baby girl call him dada for the first time

w/c 529

dad!tom x reader

a/n i accidentally posted this request early so i had to delete the original post, thats why its a ss instead :/

Your daughter was at the age when most children start talking. Tom was taking much more interest in it than you were, insisting she was going to utter her first words any day now. Though you were watching your husband get his hopes up day after day and it was causing an ache in your chest to see. You tried to tell him that these things take time, every child’s different and maybe your little girl was just taking a little bit longer. But he wouldn’t listen.

For yet another day that week you shuffled tiredly down the stairs of your home to find your husband in the kitchen encouraging your girl to say the word he so desperately wanted to hear. “Come on sweetheart, say dada, you can do it.”

You smiled sweetly at the sight. It was evident she had no idea what he was saying, she was more interested in trying to grab at the long, dark curls tucked behind his ear with a happy giggle.

He wasn’t giving up though, pouting adorably at you when you passed by him to make yourself your morning tea. “She’ll say it when she’s ready bub, stop your pouting.”

He huffed dramatically, pulling another burst of laughter from your baby girl when she felt the rush of air across her face. It made you both smile. “But I can tell she’s ready to say it. Call it a fatherly instinct.”

You snorted, shaking your head as you left him to his own devices. If it was anyone but you in that kitchen he probably would’ve looked crazy, staring at the tiny girl saying dada over and over.

“D’you want some tea?” you questioned. He quickly took you up on your offer, barely looking away from his baby to do so.

The only time he actually moved his focus from her to you completely, was when you offered him the finished drink, shifting from the counter where you were previously standing to be able to wrap your arms around his neck from behind him.

He took the mug from you gratefully, tilting his head back for a quick kiss. “G’morning, my love.”

You grinned, pecking his lips a couple times. “Morning.”

You heard a quiet whine of protest from Scarlett at your affection. “Dada!” she squealed, hating that her dad was no longer giving her his undivided attention. Both you and Tom turned to her in complete shock, neither of you really knowing what you were supposed to do at that moment, it felt like you were frozen.

Tom was the first to snap out of it, cheering loudly as he scooped her out of her high chair into his arms. He peppered kisses all over her face, praises falling past his lips without a filter.

When he finally turned to you he had a smug smirk on his face for more than one reason. A, he was right and B, she said dada before mum.

“Looks like I won this one, love. Clearly she loves me more.”

That prompted yet another eye roll from you, making sure Scarlett wasn’t looking before you flipped him off. “Oh shove it, Holland.”

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[owen-not-carvour]

i would love to hear your thoughts on how they sustained injuries in rtc that are symbolic to their characters! i personally think ocean got the worst of it next to Jane

OHHHHHHHHHHH OK!!!!! i am literally so sorry i took this long to answer but here we are!!! i finally finished it!! that’s what took so long.. i couldn’t think of anything for a few of them but now i have it all!!

thanks for asking this, by the way :)) it was a great reminder to a)finish making that and b) post it lol

now for the fun stuff,, however first off… these are really dark. and i apologize for that.. if you don’t want to read it i don’t blame you :)

and ofc this is in addition to all the broken bones and other stuff that really made them Dead yknow (everything i mentioned in my Very First rtc post lol)

that being said:

-ocean got the worst (second to jane ofc,, i agree w you on that); it’s “karma” of sorts for just. not being a nice person. she was still recognizable (obviously,, otherwise she’d be another jane doe..) but she was damn near close to Not being.. sorta like irony considering that out of all of them she wanted to be the most Known.

-noel got impaled by something (idk what or how.. but something).. as for the Reasoning,, this is gonna sound real dumb but yknow how he’s the most romantic,, it’s sorta like a morbid parody of the whole arrow/love thing you see everywhere. i just thought it fit…

-mischa: lascerations. because he isn’t from Uranium.. he’s separated from everything,, therefore he gets super sliced up to reflect that he’s Ukrainian and the rest are Not. therefore he gets a main injury that none of the others get. there be differences between them yknow.

-ricky was partially crushed (i mean.. they all were,, but since he was in the back he got crushed the most. ocean still got the 2nd worst Overall injuries though..) it’s another sadly ironic thing yknow.. the guy who’s legs don’t really work anyway got them crushed… yikes.

-nothing new for jane/penny.. i think her getting decapitated is symbolic enough already.. that’s actually how i got the idea to come up w these!!

-this was actually the hardest to think of,, but i think constance was just killed on impact! however i think Most (if not all) of them died on impact actually,, so Really i mean i just wanted her to suffer the least since she was actually pretty miserable in life,,, until it was almost over that is.. also bc this sorta contrasts with ocean. she got the worst,, so constance gets the Least. and it sorta reflects how everyone saw her as Just the nicest girl in town,, nothing else and just that! not to say it’s/she’s boring but there’s just nothing…. Else, i guess.. to say yknow. (don’t think this is me hating on constance though. i love her sm)

again!! thanks so much for asking! i love talking abt stuff like this and i love answering asks!!

[amaya-writes]

hi!! could i request the B for break up print for the other brothers too? and the d’arables (unless these are too many then you can just do the brothers)

from this post:

https://amaya-writes.tumblr.com/post/680618322961776640/hi-can-you-do-b-from-the-sfw-list-for-your-900

thank you!!

Part 1: Asmo and Levi Part 2: Mammon Part 3: Lucifer, Beel and Belphie (this)

Notes: sorry for taking quite some time to reply! I hope you like this.

Warnings: break-up themes, unrequited love/feelings, VERY harsh breakup. Seriously, don't read it if you've recently been dumped or have a sensitive heart.

Characters involved: Lucifer, Beelzebub and Belphegor

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Lucifer

The two of you were in his office again.

Even if it had been almost a year since you first met him, you couldn't help but feel mesmerized as you took in Lucifer for all he was, ravelling in the fact that he was yours and you were his.

Yet you couldn't help but feel a sense of bittersweetness as you watched him put down the last document of the night and finally turn towards you.

"Well, I guess it's time for me to get this over with."

A small smile ghosted across your face as you leaned in front and rested your elbows on his desk, with your mind racing with thoughts of what he could possibly have in mind.

However, something about the way Lucifer awkwardly tugged on his tie and cleared his throat had your smile quickly fading.

"What's wrong, Luci?"

He let out a sigh at your question, leaning back in his seat to meet your gaze.

"I know you still have a couple of days remaining here, but I no longer see the point in deceiving you further and making you leave here with a false assumption of me."

"What false assumption?"

"Our relationship is- was a farce. A ruse, a lie, a ploy to make you feel more comfortable in Devildom."

"W-what?"

"I apologise sincerely, but you chose to completely reject every approach to make you comfortable, and since punishment was out of the question, I chose pleasure."

"Excuse me?"

Lucifer quirked his eyebrow at your sudden outburst, as if he couldn't possibly understand why you were being so dramatic.

"Well faking a relationship seemed like the only way to get you out of your shell, and after almost four months of you persisting in the way you were, I was quite...desperate to appease Diavolo's wishes."

"But- but then your opinion changed, right? It started as a ploy but then you actually fell in love."

Lucifer's expression turned to one of pity as he took in your desperate attempt to try and ease your heart, but even so, he found himself shaking his head dismissively.

"I'm sorry, truly, I am."

You couldn't bear to be in his vicinity any longer, and found yourself jumping out of your seat and racing out of his office before you could think twice.

As you ran through the halls of House of Lamentation, you couldn't help but feel the familiar rooms full of pleasant memories and love morph into an ugly canvas of moments you would rather forget.

For just like Lucifer, they had all been a lie.

Beelzebub

"I- I need to tell you something."

A small smile spread across your face as you sunk further into the pillows on his bed and turned to face the seemingly nervous ginger beside you.

"What is it, Beel?"

For a moment, Beelzebub simply remained silent, nervously swallowing and shuffling his hair in a way that had your smile quickly turning upside down.

His silence concerned you, it really did, yet you found that his words were so much worse.

"I can't do this anymore."

It took you a moment to process in words, and another to sit up in the bed as you tried to contemplate every possible scenario that could elicit such a statement from Beelzebub.

In the end, you chose to simply scoot closer to your boyfriend and ask for clarity rather than letting your mind turn you into a nervous wreck.

"What do you mean?"

"Look-"

His tongue darted out to nervously lick his bottom lip, with the action making your gaze stray to his lips and then lower, finally taking note of his tense, almost apprehensive state.

"-you mean a lot to me, okay. You changed me, you helped me heal, and I'm better when I'm with you. But-"

"But?"

You supposed you knew the direction your conversation had just taken, yet as you shuffled in his bed you couldn't help but hope to God that you were mistaken, that Beelzebub wasn't just about to break your heart.

"I love you. I love you in a lot of ways, really, but not as you love me. I love you like a friend, a sister. And I'm so sorry to do this to you, but this relationship isn't what I want."

Beelzebub seemed to be fighting with himself as he spoke, with his gaze sinking down to stare at the cheeseburger plushie he was fiddling with.

It was clear that he was trying to word his thoughts in a way that wouldn't hurt you too much, yet you couldn't help but cower away as you finally registered what he really meant.

"So that's it? You just used me to fill the void Lilith left?"

His head quickly snapped up at your words, but even so, Beel didn't do anything to try and correct you. Instead, he chose to turn to console you, a feat that only worsened your distress.

"I still want to be friends, and don't want this to be one of those messy break-ups where we hate each other forever, but I just don't feel for you what you think I do."

You felt like you were going to faint. Or throw up.

Or perhaps, you were simply going to ball your eyes out and make a scene as you cursed at him for using you in such a way.

Yet somehow, you found it in yourself to calm down enough to throw a poorly shaped together response as you jumped up from his bed in an attempt to get away from Beelzebub.

"I- I have to go."

Somehow, the hurt expression on Beel's face as you headed out only made you feel worse.

You should have revelled in his pain, should have loved the fact that he was hurting himself just as much as he did you, but instead you couldn't help but collapse in the hallway and curl into a ball as you attempted to quell the sudden stinging pain in your heart.

Perhaps the two of you weren't meant to be together, but you had become close enough for it to feel like Beelzebub hadn't just left, but had also taken a part of you with him.

The two of you had always had a relationship that couldn't be explained by others, one that went farther than simple love. You just hoped Beelzebub was certain about severing that connection.

Belphegor

You were fighting again. Or at least, you thought you were.

To an outside eye the way you practically screamed at Belphie while he turned his back towards you and pretended to sleep probably looked like a crazy person who had just cracked, but to you, this was your new every day schedule with your boyfriend.

"Why won't you just talk to me?"

Your question made him groan as Belphegor rolled onto his back with a deep sigh.

"For fuck's sake, you're just so tiring!"

Belphegor finally turned towards you and sat up as he spoke, spitting the words in a way that had you flinching away from his intimidating glare.

"It's exhausting to constantly have to deal with you and your annoyingly obsessive personality."

His words had you recoiling in shock, with your anger quickly simmering down and voice lowering into an almost betrayed whisper.

"What do you mean?"

If your sudden distress had any effect on Belphegor he certainly didn't show it, choosing to instead once again let out a sigh that had you cringing away.

"What I mean is that you never leave me alone! Fuck it's like your world revolves around me or something!"

Your roles somehow seemed to be reversed, with Belphegor now being the annoyed one screaming while you quietly sat there and tried to avoid his harsh words.

"Because I love you."

"Yeah but I don't love you!"

The room remained silent for a moment, only piquing up again when your first tear finally fell.

"What?"

The way Belphegor only rolled his eyes at your tears had you gulping down sobs as he finally spoke his mind, showing you what he had really felt all this time.

"I don't love you. Never did, never will. So you might as well leave me alone."

Your fight finally seemed to return at his words, but if you were being honest, the way you once again raised your voice and repeatedly shook your head was only a desperate state of denial.

"What do you mean you don't love me? You- you-"

Belphegor's scoff cut you off even before you could think of a response, with the sound making him seem far too nonchalant for someone who was just breaking your heart.

"Isn't it obvious? I lied. I tricked you again because I knew the only way I could fix my relationship with my brothers was with your help. But now we're fine, and I don't need you."

He leaned his back against the headboard as he spoke, even going as far as to lower his voice in that way that told you he was two seconds away from falling asleep.

"So what all the spontanious midnight dates, all the I love yous and kisses under the stars, our entire relationship, it was all just a lie?"

"Yes! Finally, you understand."

You didn't know what you were expecting as a response, but it certainly wasn't that.

The way he almost seemed relieved as he spoke only served to worsen your mood, causing tears of anger and sorrow to race down your cheeks.

Belphegor seemed almost disgusted at the sight as he crinkled his nose and furrowed his eyes, making you cry more and even let out a small sob.

"Oh, come on, this is your own fault!"

"My fault? How on Earth is this my fault?"

He scoffed at your question, almost as if the answer was as obvious as day.

"Because you were stupid enough to trust me!"

Yet another sob wracked your body as you finally broke and abandoned his bed.

"I hate you!"

You reached for one of the plushies as you spoke, throwing it in the direction of his face to try and make him feel some semblance of the pain you did. But instead Belphie seemed annoyed as he easily caught the airbone plushie and set it down beside him.

"Good."

That word was all it took for you to finally race out of the attic room with tears streaming down your face as you mentally cursed at Belphegor.

Yet in a way, you supposed you deserved to get your heart broken the way you did. Maybe, being with Belphegor was the very lesson you needed to learn in order to not be so naive.