#I might edit this a bit later hmm

[itstokkii]

The Many Ills of Canon South Korea(as explained by a South Korean)

Ik a lot of people might feel a knee-jerk reaction to this and go "why are you making this? it's been a long time since the character was banned and went into oblivion," and that's true. However, I find that a lot of characteristics of how South Korea was written has been carried on by some Hetalia fans, which are still problematic and rooted in pro-Japanese imperialist sentiment.

Here, I'll try my best to go over some major points, starting with Korea's canon design.

Character Design

Looking at this for the first time, I felt like I was on some kind of trip. It looked like Himaruya was indecisive of whether he wanted Yongsoo to wear a durumagi or a jeogori, so he said "let's make the undershirt as long as a durumagi!"

For reference, left is a jeogori and pants outfit and right is a durumagi and pants outfit. These are the 2 main hanbok types for men.

I can't think of a single character whose character design was this flawed and so inaccurately done. It's like he didn't even care or put any thought into Korean traditional wear. It makes me laugh when I see how Japan is given such accurate clothing in contrast.

His clothing is a caricature of what Korean wear is. Thankfully, I don't see a lot of art of him wearing it anymore, but when it does appear it really does feel disrespectful.

His Personality

I don't really have a problem with his energetic personality, but if you know anything about his depiction in the manga, you know what I'll be talking about:

His "hobby" where he takes credit for inventions, and his weird "quirk" involving sexually harassing Japan.

What...was the reason for this exactly? A lot of personality quirks and gags of characters are rooted in some existing stereotype many people attribute to the country, like

America -> eats a lot of food, bright colored cake -> US's reputation as a country with a lot of fast food and artificially colored desserts

England -> food is inedible -> England's reputation of unappetizing foods

Korea -> claims credit for other countries' creations(Mostly Japan's), sexually harasses Japan -> ?????

This is why I don't accept some Westerners trying to brush South Korea aside "because everyone gets dunked on in Hetalia!" yes, but to what degree?

A Japanese man writing his Korean character to be stealing from the Japanese one says a lot, that Korea doesn't have a culture of its own, or most of it isn't their own. Or daresay, Korea takes Japanese culture and claims it to be their own. All three of these conclusions are problematic, and audacious coming from a person hailing from the empire that attempted to stamp our culture out and penalized those trying to preserve our culture.

The "grabbing Japan's chest" bit originates from an ongoing political dispute of an island known as Dokdo, or as Japan calls it, Takeshima. Personally, I'd agree that Dokdo belongs to Korea, referring to maps produced by Japan from the 1800s:

Yellow is marked as Korean land, with even the writing labeling it as "Joseon Land." But regardless of which side is correct, there is something about taking an ongoing territorial dispute(it was a much bigger issue while Himaruya was writing Hetalia) and applying it with the context of "haha he grabs Japan's chest."

It paints Korea as unreasonable and a sexual assaulter so that Korean grievances against Japan can be dismissed. Additionally, both countries have a rampant sexual assault issue(my phone's shutter sound cannot be turned off–a feature of phones only made in/for Korea and Japan), which is why it's also insensitive to give this trait to Korea and make light of this sensitive topic, while also...not extending this to Japan.

Let's not mention making Korea the harasser given the history and Japan's position too. Korea's red light districts and sex/entertainment industry was started by and formalized by the Japanese occupation so they could exploit Korean women.

"Korea had been a Japanese colony since 1910, and the proximity of colonial Korea to Japan, its established colonial bureaucracy and transportation network, and the presumed “cleanliness” of its young female population meant that likely the largest percentage of comfort women came from Korea. Another reason for the large numbers of Korean girls and young women in the comfort women system was the well-developed state of the Japanese colonial sex industry in Korea and its networks of human trafficking. This industry, which had been growing with Japanese encouragement since the late nineteenth century, blossomed under the Japanese colonization of Korea (1910–45) and provided networks for obtaining and trafficking sexual slaves." - Music and Dance in the Japanese Military “Comfort Women” System: A Case Study in the Performing Arts, War, and Sexual Violence by Joshua D Pilzer

Now, the "claiming everything is Korean" bit. The whole gag is Korea is delusional haha look he's claiming something Japan made as his!! While Japan is just looking at him like "ok...sure..go off whatever ig." Again, making Korea to be an unreasonable childish character while Japan is mature and just trying to get along, let bygones be bygones! Look at the sassy child I have to deal with guys!!!

Speaking of "sassy child..."

Korea's age

I haven't checked the wiki in a hot minute, but there were 2 details of his age I remember.

he's 15

he was "born" 1945(liberation of Korea from Japan) or 1948(Creation of South Korean govt)

This would be contrary to even the manga, as it references a painting by a Japanese artist in the 1700s of what he assumed were Joseon messengers stealing chickens during their mission to Japan. Korea was alive then as depicted in the picture referencing the real one, so it's safe to say his existence should predate even 1945.

(Interesting to note that Himaruya says that Koreans interpret it as Japanese bullying the Korean envoys, when Korean sources actually suggest it could be children playing around.)

Even if Korea was set to be born 1945 or 1948, it doesn't do us justice. Why do we not have a history before colonization? How is it that Korea could be even younger than America, when the Joseon Dynasty was established a century before Christopher Columbus reached America in 1492? How is it that Japan gets to be older and Korea doesn't?

It's glaringly obvious, but Korea's "childish, immature personality" stems from Japanese imperialist rhetoric of Koreans during the Colonial Era, of people needing to be civilized.

"In April 1919, Baron Goto Shinpei (Home Minister, 1916–1918) addressed a luncheon attended by US Treasurer John Burke. Goto contended that Japan did not act duplicitously in 1905, but instead, “with the full cognizance of the United States government.”  "He added, “under the efficient government of Japan, the Korean people rapidly advanced in civilization and enjoyed the blessings resulting from the development of productive industry, as well as the spread of education." - The March First Movement in America: The Campaign to Win American Support by Brandon Palmer

The most important thing to remember in all of this was that during the time of Korea's controversy, Anti-Japanese sentiment was still quite high because of the unhealed wounds as a result of 35 years of Japanese Occupation. When you think about your colonizer making a personification of your country and depicting him as

-someone that copies from the colonizer and harasses them, a contrast to the "mature" colonizer

-someone with barely a history before the colonizer

-someone who's clothes are so wildly inaccurate

then wouldn't you too be enraged? This is what caused the National Assembly to ban the official airing of the anime, and official releases of the manga. You'll notice even these days Koreans are hostile towards Hetalia, even as the incident happened years ago, whereas the Countryhumans had a large Korean following and creators, because one of them was openly treating their country like a personification from a political cartoon found in a 1920s Japanese newspaper, and the other was fan created.

I hope this perspective was helpful in explaining why certain qualities of canon are disrespectful. Please remember before defending "canon" Hetalia, Hetalia is made by a Japanese author who was found to have been on Japanese right wing forums. Don't try to convince a Korean that his depiction/canon of Korea is respectful.

[mejaemin]

my heart - johnny suh

day three of my valentine’s day countdown! ♡

wc: 1.1k

summary: yours and johnny’s valentine’s coffee date, where he proves to you time and time again how much he loves you, his heart ♡

warnings: hint of bsf2l, sm love, sm fluff. that’s it ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡

an: finally it’s done !!! i might rewrite, proofread, and edit this later, but here it is for now :> ik its probably really rushed so i promise i’ll edit it sometime soon, i just wanted to get it put for u all

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you’re just finishing up getting ready, doing the last finishing touches to your look when you get a few text messages from your boyfriend, johnny.

john 🤍: hey beautiful, are you ready?

john 🤍: i’m outside ❤️

you: yess i’m coming now!! 🤍

setting your phone down, you grab your bag (adorned with all of the matching keychains and pins you’ve received from your boyfriend) and make your way to the front door. once it’s open, you nearly flinch when a conveniently placed gust of wind pushes a set of heart shaped balloons bump right into your face. jumping back, you finally take it in and realize there’s a gift bag with your name on it, paired with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a bunch of balloons, corny valentine’s day quotes and hearts covering them. you look up, seeing johnny run back to his car, catching his breath and pretending he didn’t run up to put them there, which is what you assumed happened.

from the sidewalk he calls out, “happy valentine’s day! go bring that all in, i can wait!” he winks, gesturing to the inside of your apartment.

you giggle, reaching down to pick it all up before bringing it all in. laying it on your table, you grab a vase for your flowers and leave the rest. you turn around to meet johnny and find him right behind you, pulling you in and giving you a kiss in greeting.

“you should really close the door behind you,” he kisses you a few more times, and you can’t complain when the feeling is so addictive, “someone might come in and kidnap you, y’know.” he’s smiling down at you as he leads you out of your home, out to his car and into the passenger seat.

as he buckles your seatbelt in you ask him, “i doubt anyone here wants to kidnap me.”

he comes around to the driver’s seat, getting in and beginning the drive to your date location. “i can think of a guy. you’ve probably seen him around before, too. pretty tall, funny, did i mention he’s hot shit?”

you hum, nodding your head. “hmm, from your description it doesn’t sound like too bad of an experience.”

you two share a laugh, falling into the same easygoing dynamic you share every time you meet. even though it’s a special holiday, one full of love and romance, johnny always makes it so easy to get comfortable and talk the same way you did before you got together. sure, the flirting and the way his hand rests on your thigh while driving is a little of an adjustment, but he couldn’t make you uncomfortable even if he tried.

after a while the car falls silent, but it’s comfortable. the ride to your date location is a little longer than usual, having planned to go to a certain café holding a valentine’s day event. for couples who come and order drinks, they’ll get to share a free cake together. it’s a little silly to go just for free food, but what’s more exciting than that?

after a while time flies by, and you’re finally parking by the sidewalk of said café. after a small bit of bickering when it comes to how he knows which store is the right one, it all fell silent once you both realized it was quite obvious. out of all the stores on the sidewalk, only one had heart paintings and garland on the outside. with a hand in yours, you and johnny make your way inside. he lets you find a table while he orders your drinks, not even asking what you want because he knows you well enough to not have to.

you pick a seat in the corner, right next to a window covered in pink and red hearts. it leaves a pink glow on your skin, and as soon as your boyfriend sits across from you he takes a picture of it. pocketing his phone, a hand reaches out for yours across the table, his other housing his cheek. for the time that you’re waiting for whatever he ordered, johnny reaches into his pocket.

“don’t get mad, don’t freak out, but i got one more gift.” he smiles at your skeptical expression, finally revealing the item closed in his palm, fingers pulling away to reveal a small white box.

he slides it towards you, gesturing for you to open it. slowly, unsurely, you pull the lid off, revealing a ring with your favorite jewel, paired with a chain and ‘j’ charm. your face lights up, and when you look up at him he looks shy, but happy as ever at your reaction.

“i didn’t know if you’d want it as a necklace or what, so i bought a chain too. oh, and there’s a j for me obviously, so you can keep me by your heart.” to laugh off the last of his nerves, he theatrically winks at you, eliciting a giggle from you both.

you take the ring and the charm out, before putting them on the chain and holding it out to him. “put it on for me?”

he gets up, taking the necklace from you and stepping behind you. fingers brushing your nape, he moves your hair from the back of your neck and clasps the chain together. he sits back down, and you readjust your hair before pulling out your phone to take photos of it on. one selfie, and one close up of the chain resting on your collarbone.

almost as soon as you put your phone down an employee comes to your table, taking two mugs off of their tray to place them in front of you both, along with a miniature cake covered in buttercream hearts. you thank them, taking a photo of the designs in the cups. one is a heart, and the other looks almost like a plant. once done, you’re about to reach for the plant one since it’s closest to you, but your boyfriend stops you, taking it and sliding the heart one to you.

“a heart for my heart.” he winks again, and you playfully roll your eyes before sipping on your latte. it’s flavored just how you like it, and you sigh in comfort.

“you’re so corny, i can’t believe i’m actually with you.” you tease, playfully giving him a judging look.

“i know why.” you hum, tilting your head, as he reaches for your hand. “because you love me more than you hate me.”

“hmm, i guess so…” you say, rolling your eyes.

he laughs, reaching out for the ring on your necklace to twirl it between his fingers. “you know so. and, you’ll love me forever, right? i know i will. this ring is proof.” the jewel shines in the sunlight through the window, highlighting the metal that’s in your favorite type, and the jewel being your favorite. without even having to ask, he knew just how you wanted it and bought it as a promise to love you and keep it in his heart forever.

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[shellem15]

Being a Devils girly is so funny, because once you look into it, the Hells are really just like:

Asmodeus: "Oh, hello. Who are you? You're staring at me--ah, wait, I know what this is. Let me explain: I always look like the most beautiful person anyone's ever seen. Everyone sees something different, I never know who I'm going to look like to people...You don't believe me, I understand. Everyone always thinks I'm lying, and I can never say anything to that. What can you say to someone who thinks you're lying to them? It's okay, I'm not offended...Your person, the one you see in my face, they must be very beautiful, though…I didn't thank you, earlier, for helping me. Noone's ever shown me such kindness before. Who would show mercy to such a dark and terrible creature as myself? You might be the most remarkable person I've ever met...I think we're going to do great things together."

Meanwhile, his asshole Archdevils:

Zariel: *Bursts through your front door.* "YOU, mortal, cowering in the corner. You have been drafted into THE BLOOD WAR. Report to your post IMMEDIATELY for further instruction. DO NOT RESIST. CONSCRIPTION IS MANDATORY AND TRAITORS WILL BE EXECUTED--"

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Mephistopheles: "MORTALS. You are FAT, LAZY, UGLY, STUPID, and get NO BITCHES. Unlike me, who is the GREATEST AT EVERYTHING. Do you want to be SIGMA like ME? Do you want to stop being an UGLY, STUPID FUCKASS BETA MALE? You have to get your gains UP. You have to GO TO THE GYM. You have to break the WOKE LIBERAL mind control of these HOES and GO TO THE GYM and BE A MAN. For most of you, listening to this podcast is NOT ENOUGH. My 6-week-long HELLFIRE COURSE will teach YOU the SIGMA MALE GRINDSET, so that you can get RICH, FUCK BITCHES, and finally KILL your BOSS."

Bonus, for my bg3 girlies:

Raphael: Hello, mortals. Tis' I, Raphael. I see you're in a bit of bind, here, hmm? A bit of a mindflayer tadpole problem, I gather? Well, not to worry, because YOUR SAVIOR IS HERE. I, Raphael, the greatest and handsomest devil of all, can make all your worries disappear like that! All for the small, small price of one CROWN OF KARSUS, so that I may conqueror all the Hells under my boot. Ho ho, I see you're walking away. Playing catty with me, are you? Well, you don't seem to understand that I am the cat here, and you are the mouse in my claws. Meow. Yes, walk away now! You'll come crawling back to me later. I'll entertain myself watching you squirm, perhaps I might compose a few lyrics of poetry describing your misery. I myself am counted among the great poets, after all. Maybe I'll even grace you with their recitation once you come crawling back. Really, it would be an honor for such lowly mortal ears as yours, to witness but a fraction of my brilliance. And I am brilliant. Raphael the cambion, no one would expect one such as myself to rise to high places but I am a cut above the rest, the greatest devil of all, and once I acquire the Crown of Karsus all will know my glory. Songs will be sung of my brilliance, castles built in my honor, monuments raised--

[yassbishimvintage]

Hearts on Deck (4)

A/N: This was highly waited for. Hope y'all enjoy

Masterlist

The next morning, Cleo awoke alone in her hotel bedroom.

For a moment, she stayed still, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. The spot beside her was empty, but the sheets still held his warmth.

She stretched, exhaling softly as the events of the night before played in her mind—the quiet confessions, the slow kisses, the way Aaron had held her like he had no intention of letting go.

Reaching for her phone on the nightstand, she saw a new message waiting for her.

Aaron: Didn’t want to wake you. You looked too peaceful. I’ll see you later?

A small smile tugged at her lips.

She typed back quickly.

Cleo: I’ll hold you to that.

She set her phone down, pulling the covers tighter around herself. No labels, no rush—just them.

And for now, that was more than enough.

Cleo stared at her packed suitcase by the door, a sinking feeling settling in her chest. Her flight home was in a few hours, and she didn’t want to go.

London had been good to her—better than she expected. Work had brought her here, but Aaron had made her want to stay.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair before checking her phone again. No new messages from him.

Maybe that’s for the best, she thought. Saying goodbye in person might make it harder.

Still, as much as she tried to convince herself, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was leaving something unfinished.

-

Back in L.A., Cleo threw herself into work. Editing, brand meetings, content planning—anything to keep her mind busy. She told herself she was fine. That what she saw didn’t matter.

But when her phone buzzed with a message from Aaron, that same knot tightened in her stomach.

Aaron: Hey, love. How was your flight?

She stared at the screen, debating how to respond.

Part of her wanted to ignore it, to create some distance until she figured out what she was feeling. But another part—the part that missed him more than she wanted to admit—wanted to ask who she was.

Instead, she took a breath and typed back.

Cleo: Landed fine. Just been busy catching up on work.

She hit send and put her phone down, but her mind was anything but settled.

Cleo barely had time to prepare before her phone lit up with a FaceTime call—Aaron.

She hesitated for only a second before answering.

His face filled the screen, and just seeing him made her shoulders relax. He was in his apartment, hair slightly tousled, wearing a hoodie that made him look even softer than usual.

“Hey, love,” he greeted, his deep voice warm, like he’d been waiting for this call as much as she had.

“Hey yourself,” she replied, settling back into her couch.

He studied her for a moment. “You alright?”

She sighed. “I am now.”

A slow smile spread across his lips. “Good. Because I meant what I said, Cleo. It’s just you.”

She swallowed, suddenly feeling a little shy under his gaze. “I know.”

“Do you?” he pressed, tilting his head slightly. “Because if you need me to say it again, I will.”

Her heart fluttered. Damn him.

“I hear you,” she admitted softly.

“Good.” He leaned back, getting comfortable. “So… about ‘very soon.’ How soon are we talking?”

She smirked, finally feeling like herself again. “You in a rush to see me, Pierre?”

“Always,” he answered without hesitation.

And just like that, the knot in her stomach was completely gone.

He smirks. “Because I was thinking about your lips on mine. Maybe they can start exploring other places.” He says.

Cleo raised an eyebrow, heat creeping up her neck at his boldness. “Oh? And where exactly do you think my lips should be exploring, Pierre?”

Aaron’s smirk deepened, his hazel eyes gleaming with mischief. “I have a few ideas.” His voice dropped slightly, a teasing edge laced in his tone. “But I’d rather show you in person.”

She bit her lip, pretending to think. “Hmm. Tempting offer. But you know, I’m a busy woman.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “And yet, here you are, on FaceTime with me, looking like you’re already thinking about it.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smile on her lips. He was right. Damn him again.

Aaron leaned in closer to the camera, his expression turning more serious, more intense. “So… when are you gonna stop playing and let me remind you exactly what you’ve been missing?”

Her breath hitched slightly, but she kept her composure. Barely. “Maybe I just like keeping you on your toes.”

His grin was slow, deliberate. “You do that already, love.”

She exhaled, knowing full well she wasn’t going to win this round. “Give me a few days.”

He nodded, satisfied. “I’ll be waiting.”

Soon he drops the camera down. He’s shirtless. She felt herself get hot. 

Cleo’s breath hitched as Aaron casually dropped the camera lower, revealing his bare chest. The sharp lines of his collarbones, the defined muscle, the way his skin caught the light—it was almost unfair.

Her fingers instinctively tightened around her phone. Damn.

He smirked, clearly noticing the way her eyes lingered. “Something wrong, love?” His voice was laced with amusement, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

She cleared her throat, shifting in her seat. “You did that on purpose.”

He ran a hand over his jaw, feigning innocence. “Did what?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t play dumb.”

He chuckled, his voice dropping an octave. “I just thought we were being honest tonight. You want me, I want you. So why are we still pretending?”

She exhaled, her body betraying her with the warmth pooling in her stomach. “You really don’t like waiting, do you?”

His gaze darkened slightly, his smirk turning into something more deliberate. “Not when it comes to you.”

Cleo bit her lip, feeling her resolve slipping. “Give me a few days,” she repeated, though her voice was softer this time.

Aaron tilted his head. “Two. No more.”

She exhaled, knowing full well she was going to cave before then. “Fine. Two.”

His smirk widened. “Good girl.”

His hand dropped lower. Cleo’s breath caught as Aaron’s hand drifted lower, his movements slow and deliberate. His hazel eyes never left hers, watching her reaction with quiet satisfaction.

“Still keeping me waiting?” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and something else—something darker, more knowing.

She swallowed, her skin feeling hot despite the cool air in her apartment. “You love teasing me, don’t you?”

His smirk deepened. “I love seeing you like this.”

Her fingers gripped the edge of her phone. She wanted to look away, to keep some sense of control, but he had her right where he wanted.

“Tell me you don’t want me,” he challenged softly. “And I’ll stop.”

Silence stretched between them, thick with tension.

She should play it cool. Keep him guessing. But the truth was, she did want him. Badly.

Her voice came out softer than she intended. “You already know the answer.”

Aaron exhaled, his jaw tightening like he was holding himself back. “Then stop making me wait.”

His hand reached the waistband of his sweats.

Cleo’s breath hitched as Aaron’s fingers teased the waistband of his sweats, his movements slow and deliberate. His gaze stayed locked onto hers, watching, waiting.

Her phone suddenly felt heavier in her hand. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears, feel the heat creeping up her skin.

“Aaron…” she warned, her voice barely above a whisper.

He smirked, his hazel eyes dark with amusement. “Yes, love?”

She swallowed, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

He exhaled a quiet chuckle, his thumb slipping just beneath the fabric. “Only if you don’t want to play too.”

Her stomach tightened. He was testing her, pushing her to see how far she’d let him go. And the truth was… she wanted to let him.

She licked her lips, her voice softer now. “You really don’t like waiting, do you?”

His smirk didn’t waver. “Not when it comes to you.”

Heat pooled in her stomach. She should tell him to stop, to keep things from going too far over FaceTime. But damn it, he made it so hard to think straight.

Her silence was enough of an answer.

Aaron’s voice dropped, lower and rougher now. “Tell me what you want, Cleo.”

She swallowed hard. ���For you to go lower.” She says. 

Aaron’s smirk deepened, his eyes darkening at her words. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice like velvet.

Her breath hitched as he slowly pushed his hand lower, teasing the waistband of his sweats with deliberate patience. He was drawing this out, savoring her reactions, the way her lips parted, the way she leaned just a little closer to the screen.

“You sure about that?” he asked, his tone a mixture of teasing and promise.

Cleo swallowed hard, her fingers gripping her phone tighter. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Pierre.”

His low chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. “Oh, love,” he exhaled, “I always finish what I start.”

She felt the familiar heat pool between her thighs.

Cleo shifted slightly, pressing her thighs together as the heat between them grew unbearable. Aaron’s gaze flickered downward for a brief second, and when he looked back at her, there was no mistaking the hunger in his hazel eyes.

“You look so good like this,” he murmured, voice thick with desire.

She bit her lip, her breath coming quicker. “And you look entirely too pleased with yourself.”

His smirk widened. “Can you blame me?” His hand dipped just a little lower, fingers teasing the fabric at his waist. “You’re hanging onto my every move.”

She swallowed hard, pulse hammering. He was right—she was hanging onto every moment, every inch of him, and he knew it.

“Aaron…” she warned, though there was little conviction behind it.

His voice was a whisper now, dark and smooth. “Say the word, love. Tell me how bad you want it.”

Just like that he stopped. “I booked your flight. See you.” He says.

Cleo blinked, her breath still uneven, her body still thrumming with heat—and just like that, Aaron pulled back with a smirk that was entirely too smug.

“Wait… what?” she asked, her brain struggling to catch up.

He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his hazel eyes. “Your flight. I booked it. You’re coming to London.” His voice was casual, as if he hadn’t just left her hanging on the edge.

She stared at him, completely thrown. “You—what?”

Aaron chuckled, running a hand through his curls. “You didn’t think I was gonna let you stay all the way over there when we both know where you really want to be, did you?”

Her heart pounded for an entirely different reason now. He wanted her there. No more teasing over FaceTime, no more waiting.

“I’ll see you soon, love,” he said smoothly, giving her one last knowing glance before the screen went black.

Cleo sat there, phone in hand, still processing everything. One thing was for sure—Aaron Pierre was going to be the death of her.

-

The moment Cleo stepped out of Heathrow Airport, a sleek black car was already waiting for her at the curb. The driver, dressed in a crisp black suit, held a sign with her name on it.

“Miss Cleo?” he asked politely.

She adjusted her sunglasses and nodded, suppressing a smile. Of course Aaron would do this. Always thoughtful, always making sure she was taken care of—but also always maintaining an air of mystery.

As she slid into the back seat, she pulled out her phone to text him.

Cleo: You sending me a car now? What, no personal welcome?

The car pulled smoothly away from the airport, weaving through the streets of London. Before she could put her phone away, it buzzed with a reply.

Aaron: Patience, love.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the flutter in her chest. He knew exactly what he was doing.

The ride felt both too long and too short. London’s cityscape passed by in a blur—historical buildings, red double-decker buses, streets full of life. But she barely took it in, her mind too focused on him.

When the car finally pulled up to a sleek, modern building in St. John’s Wood, she exhaled slowly.

She stepped out, smoothing her outfit, adjusting her bag. Before she could knock, the door swung open.

Aaron stood there, leaning against the frame, watching her with that slow, knowing smirk. His hazel eyes roamed over her, appreciation clear.

“Hey, stranger,” he murmured.

Cleo arched a brow, stepping closer. “You better have a damn good reason for making me fly across the world.”

Aaron reached for her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. “Oh, I do,” he said, pulling her inside. “But first—let’s make up for lost time.”

He kissed her forehead. The warmth of Aaron’s lips on her forehead sent a shiver down her spine. It wasn’t rushed or teasing like before—it was intentional, grounding.

Cleo closed her eyes for a brief moment, inhaling his familiar scent—something fresh, clean, and undeniably him.

“I missed you,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand.

She smirked, tilting her head up to look at him. “Is that so? Because last time I checked, you were the one playing games on FaceTime.”

Aaron chuckled, the deep sound vibrating in his chest. “And yet, here you are.”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. “Shut up.”

He grinned and pulled her inside, closing the door behind them. “Come on, love. You’ve had a long flight.”

She expected him to lead her to the couch, maybe the kitchen—but instead, he brought her straight to his bedroom.

“Oh? Straight to the bedroom?” she teased, arching a brow. “Bold move, Pierre.”

Aaron gave her a pointed look. “You’re jet-lagged, and I know you won’t admit it.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but as soon as she kicked off her shoes and sat on the edge of the bed, exhaustion crept in.

He crouched in front of her, hands resting on her thighs. “I’ll run you a bath, get you something to eat,” he said softly. “Then, we’ll talk.”

Cleo studied him, her heart flipping at how easily he took care of her. She didn’t have to ask—he just knew.

She sighed dramatically. “Fine. But only because I don’t have the energy to fight you on it.”

Aaron smirked, pressing a kiss to her knee before standing. “You never win those fights anyway.”

She threw a pillow at him, but the truth was, she loved this—the quiet care, the unspoken understanding.

And as she watched him walk away, she realized something terrifying.

She wasn’t just falling for Aaron Pierre.

She already had.

Cleo hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but the moment her head hit Aaron’s pillow, exhaustion won. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the fabric, wrapping around her like a comforting embrace.

Aaron stood at the doorway, watching her for a moment. The way her breathing had slowed, her body curled slightly into the duvet—it was clear she needed the rest. Instead of waking her, he let her be and quietly stepped out of the room.

He pulled out his phone and ordered dinner, making sure to include her favorites. She’d probably fuss about it later, insisting she wasn’t that tired, but he knew better.

As the food was on its way, he busied himself around the apartment, dimming the lights to create a more relaxed atmosphere. He put on a soft playlist—nothing too loud, just enough to fill the silence.

Every so often, he’d peek into the bedroom, just to check on her. And every time, he found himself smiling. She looked so peaceful, so at home.

By the time the food arrived, he set the table but hesitated before waking her. Instead, he knelt by the bed, brushing a few loose strands of hair from her face.

“Cleo,” he murmured, his voice gentle.

She stirred slightly, but her eyes didn’t open.

He chuckled to himself and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “Come on, love. You need to eat.”

She groaned sleepily, stretching but still not opening her eyes. “Mmm… five more minutes.”

Aaron smirked. “That’s what you said last time.”

She peeked one eye open, meeting his gaze. “You kept checking on me, didn’t you?”

He didn’t even try to deny it. “Maybe.”

She smiled sleepily. “That’s cute.”

“Eat first, then you can go back to calling me cute,” he said, offering his hand.

She took it, letting him pull her up, and as she followed him to the table, she realized something—

This felt dangerously close to home.

Cleo raised a brow as she took a seat, eyeing the spread in front of her. Jerk chicken, rice and peas, plantain, festival—it smelled divine.

“You an island boy?” she teased, picking up a fork.

Aaron smirked as he sat across from her. “Half. My mother’s Jamaican.”

She hummed, impressed. “That makes sense. You’ve got that quiet, mysterious, ‘I’ll protect you but I can also throw down in the kitchen’ energy.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I can cook a little, but don’t gas me up just yet.”

Cleo took a bite of the jerk chicken and closed her eyes with a satisfied hum. “Well, if you did make this, I might have to wife you up immediately.”

Aaron’s smirk deepened. “Oh yeah? That easy?”

She pointed her fork at him. “Listen, a man who feeds me and looks good doing it? Dangerous combination.”

He leaned back in his chair, watching her with that unreadable expression she was still figuring out. “Noted.”

They ate in comfortable silence for a few moments before she spoke again.

“So, your dad’s the British side?” she asked.

He nodded. “Yeah. Met my mum in London, and the rest is history.”

“Did you grow up around a lot of Jamaican culture?”

Aaron smiled at the question. “Definitely. Mum made sure of it. Sunday dinners, reggae in the house, trips back to Jamaica whenever we could. It’s a big part of who I am.”

Cleo studied him, fascinated. She liked learning these little details about him, peeling back his layers one by one.

“Alright, serious question,” she said, putting down her fork. “What’s your go-to order at a Caribbean spot? ‘Cause this will determine whether or not I continue seeing you.”

Aaron chuckled, playing along. “Curry goat with rice and peas. Extra gravy. And a Ting to drink.”

She grinned. “Solid. I can respect that.”

He smirked. “I’m glad I passed your test.”

“Barely,” she teased. “One wrong move, and you would’ve been on thin ice.”

Aaron leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “And what’s your go-to order, then?”

She smirked. “Oxtail. If they don’t got oxtail, I don’t want it.”

He nodded, thoroughly impressed. “Respect.”

They fell into easy conversation again, talking about everything and nothing, the tension from earlier replaced by something warmer. Something deeper.

And as Aaron watched Cleo laugh over her plate, he realized—this wasn’t just casual anymore.

She was starting to feel like home.

After they finished eating, Aaron leaned back against the couch, watching Cleo with a relaxed expression. Without a word, he reached for her legs, pulling her feet into his lap.

She raised a brow. “Oh, so we’re at this level of comfort now?”

He smirked, his fingers tracing over her ankle before he started kneading the arch of her foot with practiced ease. “You’ve been traveling all day. Thought I’d help you relax.”

Cleo exhaled, sinking into the cushions. “You’re dangerous,” she murmured as his thumbs worked out the tension in her feet.

Aaron chuckled. “How so?”

“First, you feed me. Now, you’re out here giving foot rubs like some undercover masseuse?” She peeked at him through half-lidded eyes. “What’s next? You gonna run me a bath?”

He tilted his head, considering it. “Would that be a bad thing?”

Her stomach flipped at the thought. She wasn’t used to this—someone taking their time with her, doing things just because they wanted to. She’d been wined and dined before, but this? This was intentional.

She swallowed, trying to keep things light. “Nah, but if you keep this up, I might start expecting it.”

Aaron’s grip on her foot tightened slightly as he smirked. “Good.”

Her breath caught.

This man.

The way he said things so simply yet with so much weight.

She shook her head, fighting a smile. “You’re real smooth, you know that?”

He just shrugged, continuing his slow, deliberate massage. “Not my fault you like it.”

She sighed, giving in to the feeling. Maybe she did like it. Maybe she liked him more than she was willing to admit.

And as he kept working his hands over her skin, Cleo realized something—she didn’t want to leave London anytime soon.

“Now. All this and you haven’t even once said anything sexual.” She says. 

Aaron let out a low chuckle, his fingers still working over the curve of her foot. He glanced at her, amusement flickering in those hazel eyes.

“Didn’t think I had to,” he said smoothly. “You’re already melting in my hands.”

Cleo narrowed her eyes, but the smirk tugging at her lips betrayed her. “So, you do know what you’re doing.”

“Of course.” He ran his thumb along her ankle, the movement slow, deliberate. “But see, I’m not in a rush. I don’t have to say anything sexual to get under your skin.”

She exhaled, trying to fight the heat creeping up her neck. He was too good. Too confident in a way that wasn’t cocky, just… certain. Like he already knew how she’d react before she even did.

“So what is this then?” she challenged. “Some kind of seduction tactic?”

Aaron leaned back against the couch, never letting go of her foot. “Nah. Just me appreciating you.” He paused, letting his fingers trail just a little higher along her calf. “If that happens to turn you on, that’s a bonus.”

Cleo let out a slow breath. He wasn’t playing fair.

“Dangerous,” she murmured again.

Aaron smirked, his grip tightening slightly. “You keep calling me that like it’s a bad thing.”

She tilted her head. “It might be.”

His eyes locked onto hers, intense and unshaken. “Then why aren’t you running?”

Her heart pounded, but she refused to look away. Instead, she smiled, slow and knowing. “Who said I want to?”

Just like that, he kissed her.

No hesitation. No overthinking. Just action.

Aaron’s lips met hers in a way that felt deliberate—slow, controlled, but with a quiet intensity that sent heat rushing through her. His hand, still resting on her calf, slid up just a little, fingertips tracing over her skin like he was memorizing the feeling.

Cleo sighed against his lips, her own hands finding their way to his jaw, feeling the slight stubble beneath her palms. He kissed like he did everything else—patient, like he had all the time in the world. Like he wanted to take his time with her.

She let herself sink into it, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. His grip on her leg tightened, his other hand moving to her waist, pulling her just that much closer.

When they finally pulled apart, her breathing was uneven, her lips tingling. Aaron looked at her, his gaze dark, searching.

“So,” he murmured, thumb brushing against her waist. “Still think I’m dangerous?”

Cleo swallowed, trying to gather her thoughts, but the warmth of his touch and the weight of his stare made it impossible.

“Absolutely.”

His lips twitched. “And yet, you’re still here.”

She smirked, running a finger along his jawline. “Like I said… who said I want to run?”

“Just fuck me.” She whispered. Aaron’s gaze darkened, his grip on her tightening just slightly. He let out a slow breath, his jaw clenching like he was trying to maintain some semblance of control.

“You sure?” he murmured, his voice low, rough.

Cleo didn’t hesitate. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his as she whispered again, “Just fuck me.”

For a second, he just stared at her, like he was committing this moment to memory. Then, without another word, he scooped her up, hands firm as he carried her to the bedroom.

The night was just beginning.

Once he tossed her on the bed. He raised his arms to the top of the canopy looking her over.

Aaron stood at the edge of the bed, arms raised, gripping the top of the canopy frame as he looked her over. His hazel eyes were hooded, taking in the way she sprawled out beneath him, waiting.

Cleo propped herself up on her elbows, her breath uneven, but she wasn’t about to let him have all the control. “You just gonna stand there and admire, or…?” she teased, trailing a hand down her stomach.

His lips curled into a slow smirk, but he didn’t move just yet. “I like the view,” he murmured, his deep voice thick with heat. “But I think I’d like it even better up close.”

Then, finally, he moved.

He slowly arched her back.

Aaron’s hands slid down her spine, guiding her into the perfect arch. His fingers traced the curve of her back, his touch deliberate and teasing.

"That’s it, love," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Just like that."

Cleo’s breath hitched as she felt his lips graze the back of her neck, his hands spreading over her hips, holding her in place. She turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze over her shoulder.

"You better not keep me waiting," she warned, her voice sultry yet impatient.

Aaron smirked, pressing a lingering kiss to her shoulder. "I wouldn’t dare."

Her moans filled the room as he found his rhythm, each deep thrust making her grip the sheets tighter. Aaron’s hands held her firmly, his grip possessive yet reverent.

“Damn, love,” he groaned, watching the way her body responded to him. “You feel so good.”

Cleo arched her back even more, pressing into him, meeting his every movement. “You always know how to get me like this,” she panted.

He leaned over her, his lips brushing against her ear. “That’s because I know this body like it’s mine.”

His strokes grew erratic, the intensity building as he chased both of their highs. Cleo’s moans became breathier, her fingers curling into the sheets as her body trembled beneath him.

“Aaron…” she gasped, her voice strained with pleasure.

“Shit, love,” he groaned, gripping her hips tighter, trying to hold on just a little longer. But the way she clenched around him made it impossible. His movements stuttered, his breath ragged as he reached his peak, burying himself deep with a final, shaky thrust.

He collapsed forward, pressing lazy kisses along her shoulder, both of them catching their breath. Cleo let out a blissful sigh, her body still humming from the aftermath.

-

“Is they why flew me out?” She asks

Aaron chuckled, low and deep, as he finally crawled onto the bed, settling between her legs. His hands skimmed over her thighs, slow and deliberate, his touch just enough to make her shiver.

“That why I flew you out?” he echoed, tilting his head as if considering it. His fingers pressed into her skin, firm but teasing. “Nah. I flew you out because I wanted you here.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “But this?” He dragged his lips down to her neck, lingering just enough to make her breath hitch. “This is just a bonus.”

-

The next morning, Cleo was curled up under the covers, the soft warmth of the sheets wrapped around her. She stretched slightly, expecting the familiar ache from the night before—but to her surprise, she wasn’t sore.

She blinked, staring at the ceiling for a moment before shifting onto her side. Aaron was still beside her, lying on his stomach, his face turned toward her, the early morning light highlighting the sharp angles of his face. His lashes were long, his breathing even, his body relaxed.

She smirked to herself, trailing a finger lightly down his bare back. “Not bad, island boy,” she murmured under her breath.

Aaron stirred at the touch, his lips twitching into a lazy smirk before he cracked one eye open. “Not bad?” His voice was thick with sleep, rough in a way that sent a little thrill through her. “That’s all I get?”

Cleo bit her lip, playing with the edge of the sheet. “I mean… I expected to be sore.”

Aaron let out a low chuckle, shifting onto his side to face her. His fingers traced along her arm, lazy and unhurried. “That just means I took my time,” he murmured, eyes locked on hers. “But if you want to be sore…”

Her breath caught as he leaned in, lips brushing against her neck.

“…I can fix that.”

She wanted to push his limits. “How rough and primal can you get?” She asks.

Aaron’s sleepy smirk faded, replaced with something darker, more intense. His fingers, which had been tracing lazy circles on her skin, stilled. His hazel eyes locked onto hers, searching, assessing.

“You really wanna find out?” His voice was deeper now, rough like gravel, laced with something dangerous.

Cleo’s breath hitched, but she didn’t back down. Instead, she dragged a finger down his chest, her nails grazing his skin just enough to tease. “I can handle it.”

Aaron exhaled slowly, like he was holding something back. Then, in one swift motion, he flipped her onto her stomach, his body pressing against her from behind. His hand slid up the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair as he tugged just enough to tilt her head to the side, his lips grazing her ear.

“You’re playing with fire, love,” he murmured, his accent thick, sending a shiver down her spine. His grip tightened slightly. “But if you really want rough and primal…” He nipped at the side of her neck, his free hand running down the curve of her back, pressing her into the mattress.

“…Then you better brace yourself.”

She let out a whimper. She upped the ante. “For someone who’s shy. You’re doing a lot of talking.” She says.

Aaron stilled for half a second, then let out a low, dangerous chuckle against her skin. “Oh, so that’s how you wanna play it?”

His grip in her hair tightened—not painful, but enough to let her know she was poking the beast. He shifted his weight, pressing her further into the mattress, his breath hot against the shell of her ear.

“You think ‘shy’ means soft?” he murmured, his voice a dark promise. His fingers dragged slowly down her spine, his touch featherlight before suddenly gripping her hip, keeping her exactly where he wanted her. “Nah, love. Shy just means I don’t give this side to everyone.”

He pressed a lingering kiss behind her ear before biting down just enough to make her gasp.

“But since you wanna see what I’m really like…” His lips curled into a smirk against her skin.

“…I hope you can keep up.”

-

She woke up hours later sore and confused.

Cleo blinked up at the ceiling, her body feeling like it had been put through a workout she hadn't trained for. Every muscle ached in the best way possible. She shifted slightly, wincing at the soreness in her thighs. Damn.

Her confusion set in when she realized she was alone. The sheets next to her were cool, and the space where Aaron had been was empty.

She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes, trying to piece together the hours before she’d knocked out. The last thing she remembered was Aaron pushing her to her absolute limit—whispering things in that deep, accented voice that had her melting—and then…black.

A deep chuckle broke her out of her daze. She turned her head, finding Aaron leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with amused satisfaction.

“You good?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement. “You were out for a minute.”

Cleo scoffed, rolling her shoulders as she reached for the sheet to cover herself. “You didn’t have to break me.”

Aaron pushed off the doorframe and walked toward her, the lazy smirk never leaving his face. He leaned down, brushing his lips over hers before whispering, “You asked me to show you.”

She looks up at him. “How do you….how are you like a sexual perfectionist?” She asks.

Aaron let out a low chuckle, sitting on the edge of the bed, his fingers tracing absentminded circles on her thigh.

“Sexual perfectionist?” he mused, tilting his head. “That’s a new one.”

Cleo scoffed, pulling the sheet around her tighter. “I’m serious. You’re—” She gestured vaguely at him, still trying to wrap her head around the absolute way he had just wrecked her. “You know exactly what to do, when to do it, and how to make me damn near forget my own name. Like… how?”

Aaron’s smirk deepened, his hazel eyes darkening slightly. “Simple,” he said, running his fingers along the inside of her thigh just enough to make her shiver. “I listen. I watch. I learn.”

He leaned in, his voice dropping to that devastating low register. “Every sound you make, every way your body reacts—I take notes. And then, I apply them.”

Cleo swallowed, her breath hitching as she held his gaze. “That’s…lowkey terrifying.”

Aaron grinned. “Terrifyingly good.” He kissed the side of her neck, his hand still lazily tracing her thigh. “But if you’re saying I’ve ruined you for anyone else…” He pulled back just enough to look at her, his expression turning serious.

“…Then good.”

She smiles. “Now. Can I that warm bath?” She asks.

Aaron chuckled, shaking his head as he stood up. “Yeah, yeah. I got you.”

He walked over to the en-suite bathroom, and moments later, she heard the sound of water running. The scent of eucalyptus and vanilla filled the air as he added something to the bath—probably one of his expensive oils.

Cleo stretched before standing, wincing slightly. Yep. Sore. She shuffled toward the bathroom, where Aaron stood, rolling up the sleeves of his sweater.

He looked up at her, smirking. “Need help getting in?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I can manage.”

He stepped aside, gesturing toward the tub like a gentleman. “Go on then.”

Cleo dipped a toe into the warm water and sighed. “Oh, this is nice.” She slid in slowly, letting the heat soothe her muscles.

Aaron crouched beside the tub, resting his arms on the edge. “Told you I’d take care of you.”

She smiled, sinking deeper into the water. “I could get used to this.”

Aaron’s eyes softened as he watched her. “Then do.”

-

Over the next couple of days she fell more in love with him. 

Each day with Aaron felt effortless. The kind of easy, natural connection she hadn’t realized she was craving until she had it.

Mornings started with slow kisses and whispered jokes, his deep voice still laced with sleep. Afternoons were spent exploring London—sometimes in the open, sometimes in the quiet corners of the city where no one would recognize them. He took her to his favorite spots, the ones he kept to himself, letting her into his world in ways that felt more intimate than any touch.

Nights? Nights were their own kind of magic. Some filled with heated passion, others with soft laughter and tangled limbs under the sheets, talking about everything and nothing.

It was the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t paying attention. The way he always made sure she was on the inside of the sidewalk. The way he would absentmindedly rub circles on the back of her hand when they held hands.

She was falling. Hard.

And for the first time in a long time, Cleo wasn’t afraid to admit it—to herself, at least.

One night she was half sleep on his chest. Content.

Aaron’s fingers traced slow, absentminded patterns along her back. The steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her was comforting, lulling her deeper into that hazy space between wakefulness and sleep.

“You’re really comfortable, you know that?” she murmured, voice heavy with exhaustion.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Glad to be of service.”

Cleo sighed, nuzzling closer. “Don’t get cocky.”

“No promises.” His hand slid up to cradle the back of her head, his touch light, protective.

Silence settled between them, but it wasn’t awkward. It was warm, familiar, like they had done this a thousand times before.

Then, in a voice so quiet she almost didn’t hear it, he said, “I like having you here.”

Her heart skipped.

She didn’t respond right away—mostly because she wasn’t sure she trusted her voice. Instead, she squeezed his side gently, hoping he understood.

But Aaron wasn’t one to let things go so easily. “You hear me?”

“Mhm.”

“You gonna say something back?”

She lifted her head slightly, eyes meeting his in the dim light. “I like being here.”

His lips quirked into that small, knowing smile. “Good.”

She laid back down, content in a way she hadn’t been in a long time..

“How do you like my city?” He asks.

She hummed, still half-asleep, her fingers lazily tracing along his chest. “It’s beautiful. Cold as hell, but beautiful.”

Aaron chuckled, his hand sliding up and down her back. “That’s London for you. Can’t promise sunshine, but it has its charm.”

She smirked, tilting her head to look up at him. “It definitely has its charm.”

His brow raised slightly, catching the way she was looking at him. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.” She nestled closer, sighing contentedly. “I like the views.”

He smirked. “The city’s views or…?”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Don’t get a big head.”

He let out a deep laugh, pulling her even closer. “Too late.”

She shook her head but didn’t fight it. Being here, in his arms, in his city—it felt right. And that realization both excited and terrified her.

“Do you want to go back stateside?” He asks.

Cleo exhaled slowly, her fingers still idly tracing over his chest. She knew the question was coming, but hearing it out loud made her stomach tighten.

“I mean… eventually, yeah,” she admitted. “My work is there. My life is there.”

Aaron nodded, his expression unreadable. “Makes sense.”

She studied his face, searching for something—hesitation, disappointment, anything—but he was as calm as ever. “Why? You thinking of sending me off already?” she teased, trying to lighten the mood.

His hand slid up to her chin, tilting her face toward his. “Not at all,” he murmured. “Just wondering if I should start finding reasons to make you stay.”

Her breath hitched.

For a man so private, so seemingly reserved, Aaron had a way of saying things that knocked the air right out of her lungs.

“You’re serious?” she whispered.

His hazel eyes locked onto hers, and the weight of his gaze made her heart race. “I don’t say things I don’t mean.”

Cleo swallowed. She should’ve known better than to think this was just some fleeting moment for him. Aaron wasn’t the type to waste time—if he was saying this, it meant something.

And now, she had to ask herself—did she want to stay?

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Frustration | Niamh Charles x Reader

A/n: I haven't written a fic in around 7 years but after that "we are Chelsea" episode with Niamh I had to write this. It's not edited and it might not be very good but if you enjoy and want a pt2 or more fics send in your requests

Warnings: smut 18+ mdni

A little angst if you squint, fingering r receiving, oral r receiving, thigh riding, squirting, praise kink and masturbation

Word count: 3k

Let's go

Just like most days you were sat in the passenger seat of your girlfriends Skoda Enyaq, this time on your way to Jessie's new apartment for a bonding night with your other team mates.

Although you had your license Niamh preferred to be the designated driver in your relationship before you'd left your house you did insist to her that you we're more than capable of driving seeing as she had yet to drive around that part of Cobham. Just like you knew she would she declined and slipped into the drivers seat. Sighing defeatedly you huffed into your seat. Your girlfriend just smirking at you handing you the aux.

"Baby, you know you're my passenger princess and you are better at playing the car DJ" Niamh giggled.

"Fine!" You mocked offence.

Once down the road and into unfamiliar territory for Niamh you began to direct her telling her what lane to be in and when to signal even though she had the satnav on. She let you carry on a few times before huffing!

"Y/n/n, I've got it"

You knew she hated backseat drivers but you were just trying to be helpful, after a few moments singing along to one of the songs you had put on you'd all but forgotten not to direct Niamh's driving.

"You're in the wrong lane, Jessie's road is the last exit on the rounda... bout" you mumbled out the last part when you caught her eye and she had that stern look plastered on her face. You suddenly remembered what you had done, Niamh wasn't easily frustrated but you knew that was one of her pet peeves.

You could tell she'd stiffened up slightly where she was trying to keep calm and so you put your hand on her thigh and gave her a soft smile. She softened in your touch and smiled asking you to turn up the music as it was one of your favourite songs playing.

"Turning saints into the sea.." you sang in unison as you pulled up in front of Jessie's apartment noting some of your other team mates cars in the lot.

--

By now you had been at Jessie's for a few hours you'd all watched a movie, had eaten the pizza's you'd collectively ordered and had played some of the games as that's usually what you do at a games night.

You were currently playing Pictionary and you were on a team with Jessie whilst Niamh was with Guro, Aggie was with Cat and Zecira was with Nathalie. You and Jessie were winning by miles whereas Niamh and Guro weren't having as much luck. Yourselves mocking and teasing them, it was then you saw the way your girlfriends jaw clenched that she was genuinely annoyed at herself losing.

"Baby don't worry you'll do better next time" you laughed.

"Yeah baby, maybe we will go easy next time" Jessie mocked.

"Give over Jess, you know I could crush you any day of the week"

"Niamhy it's okay Jess was only kidding"

"Yeah Charles it's all good"

"Whatever, let's play a different game"

It wasn't often you drank considering you were a professional athlete much similar to the other girls in your presence, that's why at team bonding nights you all usually got carried away.

As it was getting later and you'd all had a fair bit to drink, Guro suggested that it would be fun to play a game of truth or dare. Which if it went the way it usually did would end in drama.

"Guro you have to go first as it was your idea, so truth or dare?" You questioned

"Hmm, dare"

After a few seconds of trying to come up with a dare for Guro, Aggie chimes in.

"I dare you to chug the rest of your drink"

"Easy" she retorted after swallowing her mouthful and tipping the now empty bottle upside down.

Zecira seemed slightly bored of the tame dares yawning slightly and took it upon herself to spice things up.

"Let's amp it up a little ladies, Jessie truth or dare?"

"Dare"

"I dare you to kiss y/n for at least 5 seconds"

"But.. Niamh"

"But.. but it's just a game Niamh won't care, will you Niamh"

"Sure go ahead" Niamh said nonchalantly, although when you looked at her to gauge how she was really feeling you could see a tinge of jealous behind the smile on her face.

"Fine"

With that Jessie leant over and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before pulling away slightly, before she had fully sank back to where she was sitting you pulled her back in for a slightly longer kiss which she reciprocated.

"Finally, that's what I'm talking about"

Zecira always loved in her words to 'liven the party'

After a few more rounds and the feeling of Niamh's eyes burning into you, it was your turn.

"I'm going to go with truth"

Nobody had asked you yet but you had already given licked whipped cream off of Guro's cheek and gave Niamh a lap dance which definitely did not start a fire down below for her and the blush in her cheeks was from the alcohol she was drinking and couldn't possibly be anything else. You saw a smirk appear on Zecira's face and almost regretted asking for a truth.

"Who's a better kisser Niamh or Jessie"

Everyone's heads whipped around to look at you, Niamh almost getting whiplash and Jessie's cheeks burning red. You hesitated to answer because it was such a silly question, well to you at least. You soon realised that maybe hesitating wasn't a great idea because Niamh soon got up and stormed out onto Jessie's balcony.

"Thanks Z"

You went out into the balcony and shut the door, Niamh didn't even turn to look at you, she knew you were there but in the moment she didn't even want to look at you.

"Why'd you hesitate y/n/n?"

"What..? Baby please don't be silly right now. I didn't answer because it's obvious, you're the best kisser out there.. not that I kiss other girls. I mean not that I haven't in the past but you know since you and me, me and you"

Niamh chuckled whilst she turned and cupped your cheek kissing you gently.

"Sweetie shh, I know. I just get jealous sometimes like maybe you could do better than me and Jessie is so amazing and after seeing you kiss earlier it just kind of hit a nerve"

You kissed her again in reassurance

"You know you're cute when you ramble though, I'm sorry I walked out. My emotions are just not as in check as I'd like them to be, what with your backseat driving, losing game night and seeing you kiss my best friend"

"You're just a sore loser Niamhy but you know I only ever want you"

"Well after that lap dance I really want you"

"I'm that good huh?"

"That good" she smirked

"How about we head home and we sort out how emotionally.. and sexually frustrated you are honey"

Niamh didn't need asking twice she grabbed your hand and dragged you back inside. Making some poor excuse about not feeling well and needing to go home and she will make it up to them. With that she shoved you out the door quickly following bundling you into a taxi home.

Your teammates looking at each other knowingly and giggling at Niamh's excuse this time because this happened most game nights.

When you got back home Niamh couldn't unlock the door quick enough, when you finally did get inside you both kicked your shoes off somewhere random on the floor as a tomorrow problem.

Within seconds Niamh had you over her shoulder carrying you to the bedroom, you knew all that extra time she was spending in weight training was paying off.

After kicking the bedroom door closed Niamh dropped you onto the bed making quick work of her clothes and nodding at you to do the same.

Soon both of your sets of clothes were discarded haphazardly on the floor, Niamh signalled for you to move up the bed. You pushed yourself back until your head rested on your pillows and Niamh crawled on the bed above you.

For a second you thought she was having doubts because she hoovered above you staring down admiring the way your lip tucked behind your teeth and your chest heaved with need.

"Baby, if you'd rather not tonight we can cuddle instead"

"NO" she practically yelled

"Sorry, no I want to but I just couldn't help but take you all in, I can't believe you're mine sometimes" admiration dripping off every word.

"Shut up" you giggled and gently slapped her arm. Which flexed under your touch causing your breath to hitch. Niamh smirked knowingly and with that pressed her thigh down into your centre leading to another gasp.

Before long her lips were back on yours deepening the kiss, feeling your tongue run gently against her lower lip. Sighing and relaxing into the kiss. Your fingers scratching gently and the nape of her neck and tangling in the fine hairs there.

Biting your lip and carefully pulling away, her lips attached themselves to your neck slowly trailing up and down sucking on your weak points. Her favourite was just below your ear where your jaw met your neck, she could spend all day there if you let her. Listening to the way your breathing sped up and the small whimpers you made.

Niamh kept her attention there for awhile before sinking lower, peppering your chest with lazy kisses before taking your left peak into mouth and gently sucking and rolling the bud with her tongue. She meant on her elbow and caressed your face whilst swapping to your right breast and paying it the same attention.

Her free hand snaking between your legs making you gasp as she hit the jackpot. Her finger teasingly fuming through your folds causing her to smirk against your chest, mumbling around your nipple causing the vibrations to stir something in your lower stomach.

"So fucking wet for me"

"All for you" your head stretched back against the pillow eyes screwed shut needing more. Tight circles started to be drawn around your clit before gliding back between your folds just before it became too much. She knew your body well and better than yourself sometimes.

Your hands soon found their way into her hair as she kissed her way down your toned stomach and along your inner thighs. She continued to tease you before looking up at you. Two of her digits circling your entrance, she gave you a questioning look which you answered with a small nod.

"Words baby, you know I don't find anything sexier than consent"

"I always want to make sure you enjoy what I do and that you want it as much as me"

"Please Niamhy"

With that she sunk two fingers into you, your back arched slightly and she pressed gentle kisses to your thigh as she worked herself into you. It didn't take long for her to find a comfortable rhythm and it helped with you being so wet.

Then came the sensation of her gently blowing against your clit which made your legs twitch. Before you knew it her tongue was gently aiding her fingers between your legs and darted out of her soft pink lips rapidly as she lapped at your sensitive bud.

Alternating between suckling and flicking her tongue over where you needed her most. More of your juices coated her fingers and with that she slipped in a third which was rewarded with a moan that ripped from deep inside you. Curling her fingers deep inside you whilst you grabbed and her hair pulling her impossibly closer.

"Good girl baby, you're such a good girl for me"

Niamh knew how much you loved being called a good girl during sex and it worked you felt yourself getting closer to your peak.

"That's it baby, you gonna cum for me"

"Pl..please"

"Go ahead"

With a few more thrusts you were coming apart underneath her moaning her name, which she would deny but was a massive ego boost for her.

She then kissed her way back up your body before using her hips to aid in thrusting her fingers harder into you.

"One more please baby"

Before you even had a second to think your eyes went white with pleasure and you felt yourself gush into Niamh's palm.

"Fuckkkkk"

She had the biggest dopiest shit eating grin on her face, so pleased with herself.

"I didn't know you could do that"

"Neither did I" you said shyly

"Please don't be embarrassed, that was so fucking hot"

Kidding you sweetly before asking if you were ready for her to pull out. When you nodded she removed her fingers making your legs twitch slightly as your pussy ached to me touched again after what happened next.

Niamh took her finger into her mouth swirling her tongue around them cleaning every last drop of you off of her digits.

Her lips reconnected with yours before you could even think of something to say, tasting yourself of her lips brought another rush of wetness to your core.

You flipped over your positions straddling Niamh's muscular thigh which she tensed below you. Her hands gently squeezing on your breasts as you ground down. Your sensitive nub bumping along each definition.

"You want more?"

You knew she wasn't judging you and was just more curious about your needs than anything.

"Almost there"

Your hips rutted against her becoming more staggered the closer you got. Collapsing back on top of her after your third orgasm. Groaning in her ear as you came down, only adding to the rush of wetness between her own thighs.

"Your turn" you mumbled sleepily

"Not tonight sweetie you're warm out, let me clean you up"

You didn't argue, you knew she was right and you were too tired to reciprocate. You weren't as worried as you would've been at the start of your relationship because you know that not every time is about give and take and some days it's just better to give than receive and visa versa. Although you'd never turn down your favourite meal. Niamh.

Whilst you were thinking about how lucky you were Niamh came back into the room with a wash cloth and some water for you which you happily sipped as Niamh carefully cleaned you up without trying to overstimulate you.

Once finished you cuddled up under the duvet, entwining your legs with Niamh's only for her to let out a little gasp as your leg connected with her centre by accident.

"What was that?"

"Nnnothing"

"It certainly didn't sound like nothing, you're still worked up aren't you?"

Niamh nodded her head but reiterated that she didn't want any reciprocation because she knew your body was exhausted.

"Fine, I won't touch you but I want you to touch yourself for me"

"Baby no, let's cuddle and get some sleep"

With that you gently cupped her discovering how wet she really was, she rolled her eyes in response.

"Please Niamhy, for me. I want to watch you get off for me"

Niamh didn't make an effort to move.

"It'll be incredibly hot knowing your thinking about me and then tomorrow it's my turn to treat you like a queen"

Niamh sighed knowing you wouldn't let up and knew it would be quicker to get it other with so you could go to sleep.

Niamh slid her fingers between her legs as you pulled back the duvet to watch. Her fingers slipped between her pretty pink lips and sunk into herself. She wasn't one for teasing when it came to herself. She had a job and she wanted to get it done.

"That's it baby add another for me, stretch out that tight pussy for me"

Niamh groaned as she added a second finger her brows furrowing and her lip caught between her teeth as she concentrated on your voice, you wrapped your hand around her wrist so you could feel closer to her enjoying the way her tendons flexed against your fingers with every thrust inside herself.

You didn't know where to look eyes darting back and forth between where her fingers disappeared and the concentrated and determined look on her face.

It didn't take long as she was so worked up

"Please can I cum baby?"

"Hmm I don't know"

"Don't fucking tease me, I'm so close! Please!"

You loved hearing her pleas and beg but tonight you just wanted to see her satisfied.

"That's it baby let go"

Niamh's head snapped back as she released. After a few minutes of catching her breath she disappeared to the bathroom cleaning herself up. She slipped into a pair of your training shorts and one of your old college tees. In return she brought you some of England shorts and a UCLA shirt Jessie had given to her one time after she'd gone back to visit.

She helped you into the clothes before laying down and pulling you onto her chest. Your head resting listing to her chest rise and fall rhythmically, your legs draped over hers. She kissed the top of your head and tucked you both under the duvet.

After awhile you thought she had fallen asleep as her breathing was shallow and steady.

"I love you Niamh"

"I love you too y/n"

"Now get some sleep"

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

Honestly it's INSANELY funny that a post is going around rn about the Life of Faith dolls cause I remember when they were being sold. My conservative Christian mom even said "Hmm. That might be a bit culty for us. Also the Elsie Dinsmore books are racist trash," bought me a pretty journal from the local Christian bookstore, and that was that. Me and my friend Annie did a deep-dive on them a few months back just in our own DMs so for those curious about how bad this gets, here's some fun facts:

The company was started by Christian Homeschoolers™ (not "homeschoolers who are christian." Christian Homeschoolers and all the stereotypes that entails) in the mid-90s but went bankrupt in 2010. They based them around the old Elsie Dinsmore books, starring a girl who was so pious she would rather die than not pray to God or smth like that. The dolls hands can be clasped in prayer and they all came with mini Bibles

The dolls were Elsie Dinsmore, the daughter of a fucking plantation owner; Millie Keith, her cousin whose doll was a clear ripoff of Kirsten Larson; Violet Travilla, Elsie's daughter; Laylie Colbert, a fucking slave doll (but it's ok because the white girls converted her to Christianity); and Kathleen McKenzie, a Great Depression bitch.

This is a screencap from the defunct official site. Note how only Laylie looks like she could be from pre-90s LMAO.

Elsie Dinsmore books were originally published between 1867-1905. They are generally considered so bad that even hardcore Evangelicals consider them boring at best. The doll line EDITED the books to be less racist actually. Yes, the doll line that calls the slaves "Plantation-Dwellers" actually edited racist shit out of the books. I recall a bit where Elsie told a slave girl that she would be white in Heaven. They also cut out a bit where her Dad beats her with a riding crop.

Yes, she does marry her Dad's Friend. They did not cut this part out.

DINSMORE, YOU BRUTE

Millie's books were somehow both more and less racist. Millie and her family were abolitionists who helped runaway slaves but also one of her brothers marries a Mexican girl after the two of them were, and I quote, "captured by Indians and presumed dead."

IIRC, Elsie and Violet happen to be in Europe when the Civil War happens and they just kinda stay there to avoid the consequences of their actions. When they come back they are threatened by the KKK but I don't remember why. I DO remember that they spent Elsie's money on rebuilding plantations, because clearly THAT is where our priorities have to lie

The Violet and Laylie books are fanfiction. I don't think Kathleen's have anything to do with Elsie at all.

Oh, did I say books? Laylie only got one book, one nightgown, and some accessories for her collection. Kathleen, who was released a year later, got a shitton of stuff. Like, a mountain of stuff. I wonder what the difference between them is

I'm pretty sure Laylie's book does involve her escaping slavery but I never read it so idk. I do know that it plays heavily into Millie as her White Savior™ teaching her about God and how to read or whatever. I think Millie also teaches her about abolition which is fucking wild. Imagine a white girl explaining abolition to a slave

It's like they took everything American Girl did right when making Addy and said "we need to do the opposite of all of this"

Kathleen is both a ripoff of American Girl's Kit Kittredge and Girls of Many Lands's Kathleen (yep, same name and appearance).

The reason this line exists is the original Christian Homeschoolers considered American Girl to be pro-lesbian and pro-abortion. No American Girl didnt have any references to homosexuality or abortion at the time. Their first canon queer characters were in 2021 (Kira's gay aunts). As @jabberwockypie put it, everyone flipped out because AG partnered with Girls Inc "to fund after-school science programs and stuff" and god forbid, amirite?

And, yes, the red eye defect persists. It is SO funny

Here's an archived site about the collection, and another post about it by @dollysattictreasures. Anyway if anyone was given a Laylie doll as a child by your overly-religious parents, go give her a hug for me. And a gun

[randomfandomlov3]

Heat Thief

Warnings: Fluff, Pregnancy, Health concerns, let me know if I missed any.

WC~1995

A/N - Tried to keep reader description to a minimum. Not edited much. This was just a cute thought that popped into my head. Thank you for reading <3

All Bucky could think about was getting home to his girl, his doll. The mission hadn’t taken very long, but he was absolutely exhausted. As he walked through the halls of the tower, he was confused because he normally heard her singing, or talking excitedly to someone about his return. They had decided that spending her whole day waiting for him in the jet bay to meet him when he got back, only caused them both distress. As he entered the elevator to get to their floor, Steve joined him. “Hey Punk, anything interesting happen while I was gone?” Bucky joked, knowing that the odds were low since he was only gone 3 days.

“Actually Buck, something has been happening, but I don’t know whether you would call it interesting, or if instead concerning might be a better word. Your girl, I think she might be unwell.” Steve said trying to break the news to his best friend as gently as he could.

Bucky’s heart pounded in his chest out of fear for his doll. What was wrong with her, was she going to be okay? Are we talking a cold, or something more serious?

Steve exhaled, and Bucky realized that he had said that out loud. “I don’t know exactly; her main symptom is that she hasn’t been able to get warm. She has been freezing for almost the entire time that you have been gone. She thinks it’s just the chills, but she doesn’t have a fever, in fact her body temperature is dropping. I have tried to get her to go see Helen, but she won’t. She said that she didn’t think this was a big deal, and she was nervous to go without you.” Steve finished just as the doors opened into the living room.

There she was, or at least that is what Bucky assumed, seeing the large mass of blankets gathered on the couch. “Doll, are you okay?” Bucky sweetly called out as he approached the shivering bundle. He knelt down in front of her to be face to face.

“Baby, your home! Yeah, I-I’m okay. I’ve ju-just got the ch-chills.” She gave him a big smile and tried to stop shivering. He put his lips to her forehead to check if she felt warm, but she didn’t.

“Doll, your lips are turning blue, let’s get you to Helen so we can make sure nothing serious is wrong.” Bucky reached into the bundle of blankets and picked his girl up. She was wearing his warmest clothes, which weren’t nearly as warm as she needed, because he always ran hot. As he carried her down to the medical wing, she curled deeper into his chest seeking his warmth.

Bucky explained the situation to Dr. Cho as he paced the small space.

“Hmm. Your body temperature is very low, almost in the range of hypothermia. Have you been partaking in any cold activities, that could have caused this?” She just shook her head in response to Helen’s question. “Okay, well, I am going to run some bloodwork, to see if we can figure out what is going on.” She took the blood that she needed and left the room.

Bucky clenched his metal fist out of worry. “Don’t worry, Doll, we’ll figure this out together what ever it is.” His girl shivered again, while nodding. He figured there could be no harm in trying to warm her a little bit. Bucky wrapped her up in his arms trying to give her as much of his heat as he could.

A few minutes later Dr. Cho returned to the room with a smile on her face. Bucky was confused as to why she looked happy, when his girl was close to experiencing hypothermia. “I have some good news and some less good news. But I am going to start with the good news, because the other news won’t make sense otherwise.” The smile on her face got bigger as she sat across from them. “You’re pregnant, my dear.” She paused to let the news sink in.

Bucky turned to his girl, excitement bubbling over. “We’re going to be parents, Doll.”

She nodded with happy tears in her eyes. “Now what’s the less go-good news?” There was a hint of fear behind her shiver.

Helen smile softened as she looked at her notes again. “So we also found trace amounts of the super soldier serum in your blood, which, of course, means that your baby received the serum from their father. And as we see in Barnes, the serum causes an elevated body temperature. For the average pregnancy, the fetus maintains a body temperature roughly 0.9®F higher than the mother, however, your baby’s body temperature is trying to get to that of a super soldier which is putting more stain on your body to produce heat for the baby to properly develop. Much like, if you would prefer this analogy, there is always a perfect temperature to hatch an egg, but for yours it requires much higher than what is typically produced.” She tried to simplify it given the looks upon their faces.

“So what can we do, Helen?” Bucky asked concerned for both his girl and his baby. He looked over at his doll, who had moved her hands down to her abdomen and had a soft look on her face.

“Heat, in a way that can get into her on a deeper level. Heating pads or bags, Warm not too hot showers or baths, warmed blankets, or probably the most effective way would be skin to skin contact with a certain super soldier who runs hot.” She gives a wink to Bucky.

“Okay thank you Helen, I’m gl-ad that we now know what’s going on.” Y/N shivered once again as Bucky scooped her into his arms.

“Before you go, I should let you know, that we are going to have to monitor you often throughout this pregnancy, because we don’t exactly know how the serum is going to effect things.” Dr. Cho handed Bucky a list of concerns to look out for.

“Thank you, Helen, I appreciate this very much,” Bucky said as he carried his doll out of the room and back to their floor.

He got her back to their room and decided that they should take a warm shower before getting into bed. He told her to get started and that he would join her in a minute. He heated up their towels and got the bed set up like a nest of warmth, with the warmest and fluffiest blankets he could find. Bucky then went back into the bathroom and joined his girl. He wrapped his arms around her resting his hands on her lower abdomen. “I can’t believe that we are going to be parents, Doll.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, and he heard her sigh and lean into him.

“I can’t wait to have a little version of us running around, but I swear if they have your stamina, you are tiring them out.” She laughed imagining their little one running around the tower.

“Oh, come on, Doll, you know you love my stamina.” He teased, his breath brushing against her ear, causing her to shiver for a different reason.

“I do, but if I have to put up with the energy that is bound to come while they are in the womb, you have to deal with it outside.” She looked at the man holding her with his head on her shoulder.

“I love you, Doll.” He pressed his lips to hers conveying all the love that he had in his body.

“I love you too, Baby.” They finished up in the shower and Bucky wrapped her up in the towel before carrying her to the bed. Her body shivered at the cool air. They both got under the blankets and although it felt like a sauna under there to Bucky, his girl finally started to warm up as she curled into his chest. His heartbeat and soft words lulled her into the first warm peaceful sleep she has had since he left for his mission.

“Night, Doll.” He pressed one more kiss to the top of her head, before falling asleep with a big smile on his face.

______________________________________________________________

She is now four months along, Baby is developing well, more than average, but still healthy, and still stealing heat. The team is excited to eventually meet their little nibbling and spoil them.

Bucky has been debating when to start his temporary leave from missions because the last thing he wants is for his doll to go into labour while he is not there for her and their baby. So while he was out on missions heating pads became her best friend.

Today Bucky was doing his workout for the day with a spectator, his girl didn’t feel like being alone right now and just wanted to be in his company. For some reason, She felt colder than most days today, so she figured she would use her heating pad, so she didn’t interrupt Bucky’s workout. She placed it on her bump and when she turned it on, she felt a strong kick right where it was sitting. She had felt the baby flutter before that but no kicks that aggressive. She turned the heating pad off as she rubbed her belly to ease the discomfort. Baby super soldiers kick hard.

“Doll? Is everything alright?” Bucky asked rushing over and kneeling in front of his girl. He placed his hand on her bump, and the baby started to flutter, although Bucky couldn’t feel it.

“Yeah, the baby just kicked for the first time, and wow is our baby going to be strong.” She giggled rubbing her belly. “Do you want to feel?”

He nodded enthusiastically, “Absolutely, I would love to.” He kept his hand on her bump as she turned the heating pad back on. Sure enough, the baby aggressively kicked at it.

“I think our little one can tell the difference between artificial heat, and heat that comes from their daddy. And have decided to make their opinion about it very well known to me.” She turned off the heating pad and took it off, giggling. All of a sudden, a shiver overcomes her. Well, it’s not that sudden since if she didn’t have some form of heat on her she would start shivering for the past months. Thankfully, Tony had figured out a way to make some heating for Bucky’s her clothes. That was best for when she had to run errands, or anything really that required walking for longish periods.

Bucky sat down beside her, pulling her in to give her heat. “It’s been decided, I am stepping back from missions until our little one is here and settled.”

She must have heard him wrong, right? “Baby, you don’t have to do that. I promise we’ll be fine.” She knew how important missions were to him. “You love going on missions, they are an important part of your life.”

He shook his head. “You and this baby are the most important parts of my life. And if our little one likes my warmth, I will be there for both of you. I can’t stand the thought of you two being uncomfortable while I am away.” Bucky’s right hand started to caress her bump, causing their little one to little tap their daddy’s hand.

“Our little one already loves you so much. Just like their Mama. I love you, Baby.” Her heart swelled at the bond already forming between the baby and their daddy.

“I love you too, Doll. I love you both so much. I cannot wait to meet our little one.” He held her as tight as he could.

Bucky knew he had to go talk to the team about taking off active missions for a while, but that could wait until later, right now his world needed him.

[irkimatsu]

3k, longest thing I've written in a long time! This is in a weird place where it's not specifically stated to be Husk, but it's also not not about Husk. It's about an older bartender who lives above the bar he works for, at any rate. A regular client keeps complaining to him about shitty dates, she hits on him until he agrees to show her how a real man does it, hot sex ensues. This is written strictly as dialogue from Husk the male partner, inspired by a NSFW audio Reddit I listen to stuff from sometimes. I kinda wanna post it there, see if anyone wants to read it? But it'd feel weird if someone who sounds nothing like Husk took it, but it feels even weirder to admit that this was written in Husk's voice...

Also if someone who sounds too much like Husk took it and I listened to it I might explode. There's also that.

I may edit it in either direction - either make it even less clear who the inspiration is, even add contradictory details just so I can say ha haha no this isn't about cartoons of course not, or just say fuck it and add details to clarify that yes, I want to fuck the furry bartender from Hazbin Hotel.

Oral both ways, then sex in doggystyle. Listener has breasts and a vagina and is referred to with female pronouns and words like "woman" and "girl". Husk is pervy but affectionate. A bit of emphasis on the age/experience gap - listener is legal but still young enough to be the speaker's daughter, and he admits to finding the gap kind of fucking hot. "Daddy" gets used. 18+!

Oh! Hey! Didn’t think you’d be dropping by tonight.

Of course I’m always happy to see ya. Can I make your usual?

Extra strong, huh? All right.

Didn’t you have a date tonight? Guess it didn’t go so well if you’re drinking like this. Did you wanna talk about it?

…mmm-hmm… …really? Right there in the fucking parking lot? Did he at least buy you dinner first?

…Jesus Christ, he couldn’t even be patient enough to eat before demanding blowjobs off you? Where do you find these assholes?

Hey, hey, I’m not blaming you. It’s just, I swear it’s every week that you’re coming in here bitching about some guy or another. Is this town really that full of scumbags?

You know what I think? I think you need to find guys with more dating experience. Guys who actually know how to treat a girl right. Guys who don’t just assume that a date automatically entitles them to sex, like some fuckin’ participation award or something.

…yeah, a real man. Not these boys you keep picking up.

…huh? …yeah, I have experience, but- oh. Oh, no, no no no. I’m twice your age, doll. I’m sure you could find someone with experience who isn’t old enough to be your father.

…that drink cannot possibly be hitting you this hard this quick, so what the hell is making you say stuff like that? Why would you date me?

…okay, maybe I was a catch once. Used to hang out in clubs, picking up women, men, other, I ain’t ever been picky… but that was ages ago. I’m all washed up. You could do way better, trust me. I don’t have the charm I used to.

…”better with age”? You flatter me, baby, but you don’t have to. I know my peak is long behind me. I stopped trying to pick up partners years ago.

…what are you talking about, “pent up”? Yeah, I’ve still got needs, but- ohhh no no no, baby, you are not tempting me like this, I ain’t no cradle robber-

…of course ya look good… ain’t the first time I’ve noticed that. Your body, and that smile… you should be able to hook anyone you want. And yet you’re here trying to flirt with some old bartender?

…you seriously want to see what I’ve got. You mean it? You’re not gonna regret sleeping with some old man when you think about it later?

…if you insist. It’s a slow night, so I can shut the bar down a little early. Just let me get cleaned up here, then I’ll take you upstairs…

—

All right, here we are. We’re not too far from your place, right? Wouldn’t take too long if you wanna call it quits and take a taxi home?

Say you don’t wanna go all you want, I’m still leaving you the option.

…right. Okay. How did you wanna start this? Do you need to be warmed up? I could put on some music, pour some wine-

No, I’m not stalling, I’m just making sure-

Ha! Okay, okay, I get it! We’ll just get into things! Go on, sit on the bed, I’ll sit with you. Let me get a good look at you…

…god, you’re so pretty… fuck, those eyes of yours…

You seem nervous… you okay?

…heh… it’s kinda cute, actually. It’s making me want to… kiss you… mmm…

No, no, baby, don’t start getting undressed yet, I’m in no hurry. Let’s savor this, okay? Let me hold you close… and keep kissing you…

I don’t get why all your dates are always in such a rush… I get why they want you, of course, but why wouldn’t they want to enjoy your company first? Why wouldn’t they want to kiss you… and hold you… mmm, that’s it, snuggle up to me… fuck, you’re so warm…

Can I touch you? Run my hand down your cheek, your neck… what about your chest? I’ll start over your shirt…

Ohhh, these are nice, I can tell already, so fuckin’ soft… heh, that noise you just made was so cute… come on, keep kissing me… I’ll rub them gently, squeeze just a little… fuck, I’m getting excited already…

Heh… yeah, yeah, so I’m obviously going through a dry spell. You get used to your own hand for so long, you forget how nice it is to be with somebody.

No! No, this isn’t just me bringing home the first half-decent option I get! It’s more like… it’s been so long, I want my first partner in a while to be someone who’s really worth it, you know?

Here, give me your hand. I want you to touch me, too… stroke my knee, up my thigh… go slow, go as far as you want… yes, that’s it…

Ahhh… oh, god, didn’t think you’d- fuck… it’s pretty obvious that you’re getting to me, huh?

Of course you can leave your hand there. Rub it, squeeze it, just be gentle… ohhh fuck… do… do you like what you feel so far? Mmm… good…

Yeah, I’ll admit… I’ve- I’ve gotten like this over you before… but I couldn’t- ah… not with someone… so much younger…

Yeah, you’re an adult, you can make your own decisions, but I didn’t want to be a creep-

Mmm! Ah… fuck, you’re a good kisser… mmm…

Can I see a little more of you? Leave your hand where it is, fuck, please don’t move it… I’ll just lift up your shirt…

Mmm, such a pretty bra… shame that poor bastard isn’t the one who gets to see it tonight. Maybe if he treated you right, he could have earned it… don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure I deserve this. Let me hold them, and kiss them… I’ll worship your tits like they deserve…

Can I push up your bra? Touch them directly? Good… oh, fuck, they’re so soft… so soft against my fingers… mmm… and my lips… ohhh, yes, keep touching me while I kiss you…

Fuck, your nipples are so hard… so pretty… can I kiss them, too? A little kiss… a little lick… mmm…

Ohhh, you like having them sucked, huh? You can’t hide it when you moan like that, baby. Of course I’ll do it again… suckling one, squeezing the other, I won’t neglect you, don’t worry… mmm…

Haaah… fuck, I need more of you. Go on, let’s get this shirt and bra off you… now lay back on the bed…

Mmm, such a pretty thing laying in my bed… a sight I haven’t seen in such a long time…

Let me kiss you more… your breasts… your stomach… ohhh, you’re ticklish, huh? Then I’ll keep kissing you here… that giggle is so cute… mmm…

Can I take these off you? Just your pants first. Like I said, I wanna savor this… wanna see how pretty you are in just your panties…

Ohhh, fuck, that’s so sexy… can I kiss you here, right above the waistband? Mmm, and a little lower… I love the tease, only a pretty piece of fabric keeping me from what I want… fuck, you smell so good… and even through these you taste so good… do you like getting eaten out, baby?

…you’re shitting me. Not even once? Are you not interested, or…

None of them? You stopped asking because they said it was gross? No offense, doll, but I hate your dumbass boyfriends even more with every thing you say about them. ‘Eating pussy is gross’, what the fuck are they even talking about…

No, people shouldn’t have to do stuff in bed they don’t want, but… your pleasure matters too. Did they do anything to help you cum?

…Jesus Christ. Okay. Let me get these panties off you so I can show you what a real man does for a lady. Then I’ll get in close so I can appreciate you like you deserve… ah... so, so fucking good… mmm… I’m barely kissing your lips and you’re already getting my mouth soaked… I’ll start you off slow, sliding my tongue between your lips… ohhh, so sweet… I love knowing you’re dripping like this because of me… do other guys ever get you this wet?

Heh… guess I’m just special…

Mmm… yeah, I’ll go faster… press harder… hah… yeah, baby, tug my hair like that, I’ll get as close as you need… haaaah…

Your clit’s so swollen… can I touch it? Just a little lick- oh fuck what a gasp, please keep making that noise… I’ll lick you, I’ll suck you, anything to keep you moaning like that… mmmm… haaah…

Here, squeeze your legs against me, I want you fucking smothering me with that pretty cunt while I dig my nails into those plump thighs… mmmm… mmmm, mmmm-!

Haaaah! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck, baby, what a mess… it’s all over my face…

Heh… ohhh, no, baby, this is the opposite of a problem. I love the evidence that I did right by you. So hot and wet, and so fucking sweet… fuck, I’ll be licking my mouth and thinking about your taste for a long time after this…

Did it feel good for you, too? …heh, had a feeling… can’t remember the last time I heard someone scream like that. Fuck, you’re still shaking. Do you need a break?

Of course. Do you want me to lay with you? Hold you? …can I kiss you? Even though I just…?

Mmm… heh, is it just me or are you even more eager to kiss me now…?

…hm? Oh, no, you don’t gotta-

Yeah, I like blowjobs, but- no, you don’t owe me or anything, I ate you out because I wanted to, not because-

…you really do like going down? Heh… well, all right, if you insist… just let me kiss those soft lips one more time… let me imagine how soft they’ll feel against my cock… mmm…

All right, help me out of my clothes… and go ahead, touch me wherever you want while you do it. Mmm… fuck, I can’t stop kissing you… let me hold you close, feel your skin on mine… oh, you’re so warm, so soft… hug me tighter…

Mmm! Hah… you like my ass, baby? Go ahead, give it another squeeze- mmm-!

…okay… okay, I don’t know how much longer I can stand waiting. Let me just get comfortable against the headboard… you get comfy, too…

You like what you see? …is it really that impressive? I’m sure you’ve slept with somebody as big as I am…

You really don’t think you have? You try so hard to flatter me, doll…

Start slow, okay? Stroke it slowly… squeeze it a little, like that… mmm, yes, that’s good… already so much fucking better than my own hand…

Heh… you look so cute kissing the head like that… come on, look up at me, let me see your eyes while you kiss me… so fuckin’ pretty…

Do you like it when I stroke your hair like this? Don’t worry, I won’t push. Go at your own pace.

Ahhh… yes, suck the head, just like that… keep using your tongue, keep using your tongue… ah- god, right there- fuck-

C-can you- go a little deeper? I want- more-

Ah- oh, god, that fucking tongue- yes, yes, yes-

Suck me like that- please, deeper-

Can I- tug your hair a little- do you like that- fuck you’re so good-

B-babe… babe, you don’t have to force- fuck- fuck that’s deep- fuck-

Oh, fuck, you’re a goddamn natural… …have you ever… done deepthroat before… I wanna- I wanna feel-

Fuck! Fuck your mouth is so wet- oh god that sound is fucking hot- swallow me, baby, please, let me feel your throat-

Oh, god, I can’t stop- my hips- I wanna- I wanna fuck you- fuck-

I’m sorry, I can’t stop, I’m sorry, I can’t- it’s too good- keep gagging like that, yes-

Oh god I’m gonna cum, make me cum, make me cum-

AH! FUCK! FUCK!

Oh… oh my god… fuck, I can’t breathe… fuck, fuck, fuck…

Babe… do you… always suck dick like that…?

Fuck… you suck a guy off… like that… and he doesn’t give you everything you want in return? Fuckin’... ungrateful…

Haaah… oh, god, I can barely move… come up here, I wanna hold you some more… and kiss you… mmm…

Of course I don’t mind kissing you after you went down on me. It’s… mmm… actually kind of hot… I can tell what a mess I made of your throat… mmm…

…should I get you a tissue to spit in, or-

…ohhhh. Oh, you nasty girl, swallowing it all like that… I’m liking you more by the minute. And I already liked you a lot before I brought you up here… mmm, kiss me again… and touch me… your hand is so soft against me, I wanna feel it anywhere you wanna touch me…

Ah- heh… going right for my dick again, huh?

Yeah, it’s getting hard again. Just thinking about what you just did to me is gonna turn me on for weeks, I can tell already…

Mmm, stroke me, baby… feel it getting harder in your hand, feel it throbbing… fuck, it feels even better now that you’ve gotten it so wet with your mouth…

…yeah. Fuck, yes, I want more of you. Did you wanna… suck me off again, or…

…what I want… I wanna fuck you. God, I want you even more now than I did when I first brought you to bed. I don’t care anymore if I’m a dirty old man, I want you… come here, kiss me again…

Mmm… I wanna- fuck, I can’t stop kissing you- I wanna… I wanna fuck you hard… and fast… I wanna feel how tight you are… wanna feel you clench- wanna feel you cum- please, baby, I can’t remember the last time I needed someone this fucking bad… please, oh, please…

Any position I want, huh? Then can I see you on your hands and knees? Turn around, give me a good look… ohhhh… oh, fuck…

Fuck, what a nice ass… if I start squeezing it I might never be able to get my hands off it.

…yeah, I admit it, I’ve stared at it before. You show up at my bar in tight jeans and I’m not supposed to stare? I don’t like being a creep, but I am a man, and I can’t resist a nice ass…

You knew? Heh. Thanks for not slapping me, then.

Mmm, it’s even softer than I imagined…

…yes. Yes, I’ve imagined you before. Imagined kissing you, and touching you… imagined fucking you… just like this…

I know you’re so much younger than me, but… can I say that it actually… turns me on? This whole thing… taking a younger woman into my bed, showing her something the boys her age could never give her… I wondered if those guys you hooked up with every week were taking care of you. Now that I know that they weren’t, I need to make up for it… I need this… I need you… and I want you to need me, too…

God, your pussy’s still soaked… I need another taste of it… mmm… oh, god, you’re shivering from the slightest kiss. Mmm… so pretty…

I don’t wanna hold back anymore, and you look like you don’t, either. Let me just grab a condom, and-

…no condom? But I want you to be safe. I know I don’t have anything, but that doesn’t mean you have to believe me-

…if you’re sure. I admit, getting to feel your bare skin on mine, nothing in my way… I don’t wanna be selfish, but I love the idea of getting to feel every soft inch of you… so if that’s how you want it too, then…

I’ll go slow, baby, especially since you don’t think you’ve taken anyone this big before. Let me take your soft hips in my hands, gently rub against your lips… oh, god, I love your heat…

Yes… yes, I’ll fuck you… I wanna fuck you too, baby, I want it as bad as you do… oh, god, you’re so hot, begging for me like that…

Ah! Oh fuck oh fuck… just the head and I’m already shaking… it’s been… way… too… long…

I’ll push in… slowly… oh, god, you’re soaked, and so open, it’s going in so easy…

Haaah… you like… being stretched like this? Oh god… oh god you’re tight… I’ll take it slow… get you used to me… oh, fuck, yes…

Oh, I love feeling your ass pressed against my waist like that… press back against me while I grind against you… yes…

I wanna go faster… harder… wanna hear you begging for it… yes, yes… I’ll fuck you as hard as you want, baby, just beg… beg for me with that pretty voice… oh god…

I don’t think- I could stop- if I tried- fuck you’re so hot inside- beg me, beg me, beg me to fuck you-

…haaah… wh… what the- did you just…

I thought I heard you call me… “daddy”...

…I never really thought about it, to be honest… it usually just sounds cheesy in pornos… but, um… could you- say it again…?

Mmm… mmm, yes, beg for daddy… beg daddy to fuck you… beg daddy to fuck your tight, young pussy… oh my god…

You- you like it? You like being- my baby? Like being- daddy’s sweet girl? Fuck- fuck you’re clenching- haaah, you love it, I can tell-

Yeah, daddy’ll fuck you hard- daddy wants to hear you screaming for him- take me, baby, take me-

You like it rough like that? You like me digging my nails into your hips while I fuck you?

You’re gonna be so sore in the morning- bruised and scratched- and you’re going to love it, aren’t you, baby, gonna love knowing you’re mine-

Oh my god- cum all over me, cum on my cock, just like that-

No I won’t stop- I can’t stop- you’re so tight, baby, so hot-

You’re mine now- they can’t please you- not like I can- you’re mine, you’re mine-

I’m cumming, baby- gonna make you- mine-

HAAAAH! Fuck! FUCK!

Ohhhh… oh god oh god… oh fuck… oh fuck…

Fuck, baby, I can… barely… stay upright… let’s… just lie down… right here…

Cuddle up to me… oh, god, I don’t wanna let you go… my heart is hammering… can you feel it…?

I had… a lot of fun. I forgot how much… I missed stuff like this. Did you… have fun too?

Good. I’m… glad. My first time after so long… I’m glad it was with you, and not just some stranger. I always like it when you stop by the bar. I love our conversations. Love making you smile…

You make me feel… special, you know? Even before this… but especially now…

Would you wanna… do this again sometime…?

We don’t have to be monogamous or anything. Not like I’m proposing marriage. I just… I really like you. I wanna try this out some more… see where it goes…

Mmm… you kiss me so sweetly, even after I was just so rough with you…

Heh… okay. Let’s just take this… one day at a time. See where it goes. I’m… I’m looking forward to it.

…did you wanna get going? Get showered off while I call you a cab?

No, I’m not throwing you out! But if you don’t want to spend the night in some old guy’s room I’d understand-

…of course you can stay, if that’s what you want. If you stay… can we keep cuddling?

Heh… good… come on, let’s move up to the pillows, get you comfortable… is everything all right? Not too cold? Good. Come here, let me hold you… let me keep you warm…

…hey… what sorts of things have you tried in bed before? Do you like anal? Or bondage…?

Hmmm… then I could teach you, if you want. Like you said, I’ve got experience. There’s a lot of fun stuff I could teach you… would you like that? An older man teaching you how to be dirty for him? Mmm, that’s what I like to hear. I’m looking forward to next time already…

I’ll see you in the morning, baby…

[mingi-s-dimples]

You took san home...

pairing: sub until he's not!san x bratty sub!f reader rating: 18+ (MDNI - literal filth)

genre: smut, idol au, established relationship

summary: You ask your boyfriend, San, to keep the blindfold he used to himself after the performance... only to surprise him later.

WC: 2.8k

warnings: idol au, sub until he's not!san (he lets reader top over him for a min), dacryphilia (kinda?), blow job, hand job, oral (m receiving & implied f), choking (both on cock & by hand), pet names (love, babe, baby, Sannie, sweetie) dry humping (edging through clothes), light bondage & sense deprivation (tying wrists f & blindfold m), a lil bit of a size kink ig?, making out (a bit), multiple rounds, multiple orgasms (m&f) & a ruined orgasm (m), overstim, creampies, use of toys (a vibrator), deepthroating, teasing, orgasm control (from where ruined orgasm cause my y/ n was feeling bratty lol I went overboard), fluff (a crumb), aftercare (a crumb-i promise he's a good guy he just wants to go for another round), unprotected (booo, use protection ir| !), completely consensual!, it's straight up filth with a crumb of romance that's all you need to know (filthy love), completely unedited, might edit it later (I'm sure I forgot to mention sth)

Author's note: I love how I wrote this actually! English is not my native language, please excuse any grammatical errors ! It's the first time I've ever written smut (but I love reading it). The story is unedited, I will post it like this for now. Might do a part 2 with y/n getting eaten out, what do y'all think 👹

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

You should've seen it coming, as soon as you found out they're going on a new tour. How all of his fans would scream for him, how the cameras follow him all around the venue. Even though you were his girlfriend, you still felt a little jealous of all the atinys that got to see him like that, performing with all his power and passion. When you first found out that one of your favourite songs - and performances - take me home, was on their setlist, even though you were aware of the fact that the song had pretty much...sad lyrics, the performance was insane. He barely let you attend the concert, thinking he was going to get distracted. But you begged and begged and told him you'd be a good girl, so he let you. But, before you left to the venue by yourself to blend in, you had a talk with your boyfriend.

"Babe, can I ask you for a favor? I promise it's nothing too big." you stopped San right as he was leaving to the venue, looking at him with puppy eyes.

"Of course, darling, what is it?" he said, looking softly in your eyes.

"You see, I want you to keep the white silky blindfold...to yourself...when you finish the concert. Could you do that for me, please?"

"Hm...what do you want to do with it, babe? Should I be curious?" San said caressing your cheek.

"No, no, not yet ! I promise you'll enjoy it, don't you trust me?"

"Okay babe, I'll take it with me. See you at our hotel after the concert? I'll wait for you there after you enjoy your time as....a simple fan, in the crowd" he whispered, sending soft shivers down your spine.

You blew a kiss to him and, as soon as he left for the venue, a lot earlier than the concert, you went to your room to prepare yourself for the performance.

"Hmm, this will do" you said while looking in the mirror placed right in front of your bed. A nice, tight silk dress, flowing beautifully down your curves. It was a pretty short one, too, but you knew how jealous San would get over it...and also how much he liked it. Only thinking about this turned you on a bit, knowing how good he'll fuck you dumb tonight, after your little game. You knew he would let you dom over him for your own sake...and when you were done with it... he'd destroy you.

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"Yo, guys, the concert was fucking incredible! Y'all were so good!" you addressed the praise to the other members, after you sneaked in the back.

"Thank you, y/n, the atmosphere was really nice! All our fans were so excited to see us!" said Hongjoong, smiling softly, approaching you slowly to give you a warm hug.

"Where is San, though? I haven't seen him anywhere." you asked, confused.

"Ah, he already left, he's on his way to the hotel. Didn't y'all need to meet or something? He was pretty secretive about it." said Wooyoung, looking you up and down, to find the meaning behind your outfit. "Heh, you dressed like this just for him, hm? I bet he doesn't know you're wearing this. I mean, he wouldn't have let you leave like that, in the first place" he said teasingly, with a smirk on his face.

"Please, don't tire him too much....we have some promotions tomorrow.." Wooyoung whispered, making you flinch and curse him out.

"Oh for fucks sake, shut up."

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"Can anyone give me a ride? It's too late to go alone"

"Yup, see you at the car" said Yeosang, while looking around for his keys.

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"Y/n, have fun" he said smiling at you, giving you the look.

"Oh cmon, you and Wooyoung...though, thanks for driving me, I owe you one" you said right before shutting the door.

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While you were in the elevator, all of the filthy thoughts started filling your mind. Would San agree to it? Would he actually like it? Or would he punish you...all of these thoughts were going straight to your pussy, as your arousal was pooling in your lace panties.

You knocked on the door. Nothing.

You knocked again, this time hearing your boyfriend murmuring something, and then some steps were coming towards the door.

As he opened the door for you...his jaw dropped. He was scanning you from toe to head...his gaze darkening upon seeing your dress.

"Hi, babe" you said teasingly, looking him in the eyes. Your left hand was resting on his cheek, stroking him slowly. "What do you think..of my dress?"

"Oh babe..I'll show you what I think about it" he said and you didn't even have time to react. He planted a kiss on your lips, aggressively, interlocking his tongue with yours. The only sounds you could hear was the lewd ones you were making. You wanted to much more, so you pushed yourself in his grip. He closed the door behind you and took you to your bed. His hands were tracing you entire body...going from your neck, where he planted soft, sloppy kisses...to your waist, and to your ass. He lifted your short silky dress only to be welcomed by the wet spot between your thighs. You flinched, as he touched you through the fabric. The friction between your panties and his two fingers were driving you insane...you were squirming over his hand, trying to get more. As your arousal started to drip on your thighs, through the thin cloth, San pushed you on the bed, to watch everything.

As he was approaching you fiercely, you stopped him with you leg.

"Nu-uh, babe. I told you I had something prepared for you tonight...after that..you can fuck me how you like" I said, teasingly, pressing my foot on his chest.

"Goddam y/n, making me wait like that? Fine, I'll let you. After all, you got me so fucking turned on, you won't be able to walk tomorrow." he said, searching the white lacey blindfold in his back pocket. Just seeing him like that...made you thirsty for more. You, basically undressed, dripping from your cunt on the sheets. Him? fully dressed, a few of his buttons ripped out. While he handed you the cloth you've been waiting all along, he looked at you a bit confused.

"What are we doing with this babe? It's barely going to tie you up or something..." he said, tracing your wrists.

"Oh babe, only if you'd knew...Please, could you lay on your back? Let me try this once..pretty please?" you said, looking at him with puppy eyes.

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As he laid on his back, you told him promptly to keep his hands to himself and, as you tied the blindfold to his eyes, he smiled, not knowing what you were going to do to him.

A moment later, he feels you getting off the bed. He stands up to lean against the headboard, while trying to see what's happening, through the blindfold. He hears you rumbling through your suitcase, and gave you a confused, yet excited look.

"So...babe. I thought about something...how should I say this?" you said, walking towards him. You gave him the item you've been searching for.

"Damn, babe, is this a vibrator? What do you want to use it for?" he said while feeling it in his hands.

"Hm...well, you know how I told you I'd want to fulfill one of my little fantasies...right? Today...I was so excited for the performance where you used your blindfold that I couldn't wait to get back to the hotel...brace yourself, baby." you said softly, while taking the toy from his hands. You then turned it on, on the 2nd slowest speed, and then put it right on your boyfriend's hardening cock, through his jeans. He squirmed at the sensation, letting out a soft moan.

"W-what are y-you doing?" he muffled, trying to get a grip of himself.

"Oh, babe, I'm playing with you now...I can't wait to see your reaction... now." and you turned the speed faster, moving it up and down along the length that was forming an enormous bulge in his pants. His cock, already leaking with pre cum, twitched with every move of yours. Drops of sweat were dripping off his face, his eyebrows frowning every time the vibrator touched his tip through the clothes. He was so out of it, pre cum staining his pants.

"B-babe, I don't think I will last much l-longer" he said through his whimpers.

"Nu-uh, Sannie. You'll have to wait until I let you cum." you said confidently, while turning off the toy. He squirmed in defeat, trying to get some friction within the sheets.

“Oh my, you look so cute like this. All worked up and disappointed of your ruined orgasm. Do you want to cum, babe? Tell me.”

“Yes, love, please, p-please-” he said, breathing heavily. “Please, I’ll be good to you”

“What if….I don’t want you to be good to me after all of this..? Don’t you wann punish your bratty girlfriend? hm?”

“Oh and how much I’d like that….but please…let me cum, I was so fucking close!” he said angrily, squirming under you”

“Okay babe, we’ll see about that”

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You started to unbutton his jeans, admiring the art you just made. His pants stained with pre cum, his hard angry cock straining painfully against the zipper. You wanted to free him of all of that..but not yet. You only took his pants halfway off, to have a better look at his boxers. Then, you turned on the toy again and put it against his leaking tip through the cloth, receiving a nice shiver from him. It took you only a few moments of edging his tip until he started whimpering again, letting you know that he was close to his high.

“Sannie, cum.” you ordered, as your boyfriend squirmed under the pressure of your hand fondling with the base of his cock, him trembling from the friction. As soon as you pressed his tip again with the highest speed, he let out a loud moan, and, as his cock started twitching, the tip slightly got out of his boxers, strands of translucent, silky white cum covering his abs. Still touching him with the vibrator on the lowest speed, you waited until he finished completely wore off his high and then turned it off. You then climbed on him, just sitting on his abs, the cold feeling of his cum sticking to your thighs forming, yet again, a sloppy pool between your folds.

“So…babe. How was it? I enjoyed the view of you begging me to let you cum” you let out a soft chuckle, as you untied the blindfold.

“Oh, my god. This was fucking incredible, babe. I never felt like this before…I don’t know what to say. I enjoyed it but..love…how much you annoyed me by fucking up with my orgasm. Not nice of you at all, sweetie.” he said, while he manhandled you on your back, so fast that you didn’t even realise. “But now, babe, is my turn. I gotta admit, your game was…incredible, but now you gotta brace yourself.” he said, as he tied your hands to the headboard with his belt.

“W-what when did you get it?” you said horrified at the thought of you being tied up….but it only turned you on more.

“Cmon babe, relax yourself, the night just started. Your punishment is yet to come* he said, with a soft smirk on his face.

Then, he went down right to your dripping cunt, using two fingers to touch the damp cloth. You moaned in pleasure, squirming under the pressure of his fingers, trying to get more friction. He moved your panty to the side, to have a better look. He went right in, curling his two fingers right into your sweet spot. As you felt a tingling sensation in your cunt, you started whimpering for more. He knew what it meant, so he inserted another finger. You let your head drop in pleasure and surprise, at how his fingers filled you so good. Yet, you felt so empty. You wanted his dick inside you, destroying your insides.

“B-babe, p-please. Fuck me.”

“I-i, I need your cock in me”

“Oh babe…how needy are you today, don't you think?” he then approached your cunt with the vibrator you used on him earlier, not thinking much of it until he turned it on. You let out a moan of pleasure, while he was still fingering you. His thumb and toy on your clit, moving it in circles.

You felt how the knot in your belly started getting tighter and tighter, you felt how you were about to cum. But he didn’t let you, yet.

He took his pants off completely and with one hand on your neck choking and muffling your moans, he tapped his again hardened cock on your folds, then went right in. You couldn't make a sound, getting dizzy from being choked by his hand. You could feel his rings imprinting into your flesh. Trying to say something, he released his grip on your neck and went right for your hardened nipple. As he was lazily pounding into you, he admired how your chest rose up with each of his every thrust, slowly getting deeper and faster. When he bottomed down, you both left out a moan at the same time, tears falling down your face. You loved how good your boyfriend was always filling you up, how well he was stretching you out. It always hurt, but you loved pain as it felt like pleasure to you. Then he started rapidly pounding into you, hitting your g-spot, while one of his hands was fondling with your nipple, his other hand pressing circles on your clit.

“S-sannie, I'm c-close” you said, and right after that you got pulled deeper, the friction from your folds to the base of his cock making you throw your head back in pleasure.

As soon as he heard you, he started pumping deeply into you, angrily, and within a few more thrusts, you could feel the knot in your belly unfold, seeing stars as you came down from your high. Your boyfriend, though, had other plans. As soon as you wore off your high, he put you on all fours and took your hair into a slight ponytail, guiding you to his cock.

“Oh babe, how I've been waiting for this. You know, I let you cum, I've been a good boy to you. But I haven't yet…so you gotta help me with that” he said with a smirk on his face, looking into your eyes as he promptly slapped the tip of his hard, big girthy cock on your lips. He then signaled you to open your mouth, to which you obeyed. He put it in slowly, letting you to adjust to his size and then bottomed out.

You could feel how his dick was touching the back of your throat, tears swelling in your eyes. As he wiped the falling tears off your cheek, he let you stay for a second like that until he raised his eyebrows. You knew you needed to start sucking like your life depended on it. And as you started licking his length, pressing your tongue to his tip and also brushing your hand against the base of his cock, you could feel him twitch in your mouth, with every touch of your tongue. The corners of your mouth were definitely stinging a bit, his girthy cock always stretching your everything. He let you do it at first, at your own pace, but he felt it was too slow and not rough enough. So he took your hair into his right hand and started fucking your throat, tears swelling in the corner of your eyes, feeling dizzy from the lack of oxigen. He didn't last long, as after a few more deep thrusts into your throat he came right there, slowing his pace to let you swallow his load. You felt like he came endlessly, your throat and mouth getting filled with his cum.

After he made sure you swallowed everything, he let you fall on your back, him laying right besides you. He gave you soft kisses on your forehead, cheek and then on your collarbone. He then got up to get a towel and get you cleaned up, only for his next words to be…

“Babe, I'm not done yet. Prep yourself for another round. This time, you’re getting eaten out.” he said, smiling at you, knowing by the expression on your face that you couldn't wait any longer.

[doriana-gray-games]

Hey, just saw your post in which you mention that a L will be tender and loving towards a friendly MC, but I was wondering if, in any hypothetical steamy scenes, we'll be able to have L show a bit of dominance and be a bit rough even if we're friendly with him? Or would that be exclusive to a bickering MC?

Hmm 🤔 good question.

And the answer is, technically, I don’t know? Yet. There is one such scene planned where only if you push them do u get that kind of sex scene (I assume we’re taking sex scenes btw, if not then tbh L kinda already is kinda rough to friendly mc in ch5 😂).

For later on, when there’s a sex scene for everyone… I would like to? But I do think it might not be quite as rough as teasing/bickering dynamic. Simply because of how L is and feels. They just won’t… hmm. They consider it breaking? That they sort of break. Rather than being like “let’s put on my sexy bossy pants”… (it’s late ignore my phrasing it’s the best I’ve got.)

So! Hopefully! I’d expect some dommy stuff at least 🙏😌✨

Edit: u know there’s actually a sort of fade to black lestrade minigame on patreon with this. Mc can be soft and still gets… uh… ⛓️‍💥 (this is the closest emoji). Tho mc is like… atleast 15% bratty in that one as default for “plot” reasons…

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enstars AND hypmic??? how have i not followed earlier! anyways I loved the Mayoi valentines day so so much, I was thinking if you get inspiration for it, a sequel for what happens on white day would be so cute! Happy writing mwah mwah!

- 🍰 anon

A/N: Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked that one because I tried my hardest on writing his character! I hope you enjoy this sequel~ [Edit, 4th March 2024]: So sorry this took so long for me to write, but since White Day is this month, I finally had the inspiration to do it! This is a sequel to my Valentine’s Day Mayoi x Reader fic, so please read that one before you read this one, thank you!!

Mayoi Ayase x Reader Tags: Fluff, established relationship, romance, she/her pronouns, fem reader Word count: 1,109 Summary: Mayoi prepares you something special for White Day, anxiously hoping that you'll like it...

Mayoi enjoyed spending Valentine's Day with you. It was the first time in his life he ever got to experience it like normal people would. Although you insisted on doing everything that day which resulted in him collapsing in exhaustion, he truly loved spending every second with you. The memory of you two together holding hands as you walked around the streets, trying out all the new Valentine's Day activities has been burnt into his mind. Sometimes he would catch himself reminiscing the thought as a smile formed on his face.

"Mayoi-dono, what are you thinking about?" asked Shinobu curiously. "You've been spacing out."

"S-Sorry, Chief!" Mayoi cried. "I-It's nothing!"

"Hmm, okay, but if you need help, you can always count on me!"

And in that moment, in Mayoi's eyes, Shinobu was glowing. He admired how bright and upbeat Shinobu was, but he also felt like he didn't deserve to be in his presence. That was how he felt about you too. If he thought about it hard enough, you and Shinobu were similar in a way, sharing characteristics that made him feel fluffy when spoken to. He truly appreciated that, loving every moment with the people he loved.

"Ah, t-there might be something you can help me on..." Mayoi said slowly. "It's about (Y-Y/N)..."

"(Y/N)-dono?"

"Mm. A-After Valentine's Day is White Day, no? I-I want to do something special for her on White Day, b-but I'm not sure what... I-I-I haven't done this before!"

Shinobu beamed. "I understand! I haven't done anything like that before either, but I'll do my best to help you, Mayoi-dono!"

"T-Thank you, Shinobu-kyun!"

So the two of them started researching on what to do for you on White Day. Scribbling down notes on a whiteboard, the two of them finally came to a conclusion.

"And done!" Shinobu chirped. "That's what you're going to do with (Y/N) for White Day! It's a shame that (Y/N)'s working on that day; you wouldn't have that much time with her... but that's okay! All that matters is what you gift her!"

"R-Right!" exclaimed Mayoi. "T-Thank you for helping me out, Chief!"

"Of course, Mayoi-dono! Have a good day tomorrow!"

Mayoi waited outside the ES building for you. You had gotten off work a little bit later than usual, so when you finally met up with him, you flopped into his arms, exhausted.

"Argh, that was so tiresome!" you whined. "Mayoi, please carry me home!"

His face flushed on the immediate contact. "I-I would l-love to, (Y/N), but there's s-something that I w-want to show you...!"

"Huh...? What is it?"

Mayoi didn't answer. He took your hand and gently trailed you along. He was awfully quiet the whole journey, but that was because he was extremely nervous. What if you didn't like the date he had planned for you? And what about the gifts? They weren't anything expensive, so what if you hate them? All these thoughts flooded his mind, but when he heard your voice ask him what was wrong, he snapped back into reality.

"A-Ah, it's n-nothing...!" he said. "W-We're almost there."

"Oh! What a beautiful cafe!" you beamed as the two of you finally reached your destination. "I haven't been here before. I didn't even know such a pretty place was around here."

"Mm, it recently opened up," said Mayoi calmly. "Shall we go inside?"

Still holding onto his hand, you nodded excitedly as you followed your boyfriend inside. As you sat down, Mayoi ordered. This surprised you a little because you'd usually order with him, but when he returned to you, he looked calm and collected.

"What did you order?" you asked him curiously.

"S-Some of your favourites," he replied.

And he really did order your favourites. It was like he knew you like the back of his hand. It made you smile knowing that he paid attention to your likes and dislikes.

Whilst the two of you ate, he listened to you talk about your day, eyeing your expressions and how pretty you looked. However, he was so caught up on you that he forgot to give you the gift that he worked so hard on.

But to be frank, he was withholding it, too embarrassed to even gift it to you.

"The food was so good!" you exclaimed happily, swinging your hand with his. "Thank you for treating me, Mayoi!"

"Mhm..." he replied, forcefully smiling. "I'm glad you liked it, (Y/N)..."

"Oh, it's getting late. We should go back to the dorms now."

"W-Wait!"

You stopped in your tracks. The midnight sky was splattered with specks of sparkles which complimented your eyes. Mayoi thought you looked beautiful under the stars, something he didn't think he deserved to see, but at the same time, he was thankful for it.

"I want to give you something too," he said finally. "Uhm... it's n-not much... or is it anything s-special... but I made it for you..."

From his bag, he pulled out a miniature diorama of Sakura Park where the trees bloomed pink. He had painted the sky a light shade of blue which complimented the green terrain. Everything was textured accordingly that it looked like the real thing but smaller.

But what had you amazed was the tiny figurines of you and Mayoi sitting on the bench that the two of you would usually have lunch on. It was like he recreated your memories into reality, something solid that you could touch.

"Happy White Day, (Y/N)," he said slowly so he wouldn't stutter. "I truly am in love with you, you make me the happiest, and I am thankful every day that I can be with you..."

"M-Mayoi..."

"I'm s-sorry if it wasn't much!" he continued. "B-But I hope you enjoyed today..."

You smiled. "Of course I did. Thank you so much, Mayoi. I loved everything you did for me today! I don't mind what we do, even if it's something simple, but I can't believe you made something so beautiful!" you said, admiring the diorama. "I'm going to treasure this forever!"

You had to admit, you forgot it was White Day today. Work really was getting to you, but you were able to forget that all with the help of your boyfriend – your sweet yet awkward boyfriend.

"Hah... I-I'm glad!" he sighed. "O-Oh... do you still want me to c-carry you h-home, (Y/N)?"

"Ah, you'll do that?!" you burst. "Yes please!"

As Mayoi carried you swiftly home, he carefully put you down before you kissed him on the cheek. Instantly, his face turned red, but he waved you off with a smile on his face.

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Campfire Fest Day Seven: Free Day - Tubular

For @outerwilds-events Campfire Fest event.

[A/N] This isn't the thing I'd originally written to upload for the free day. That piece is long, could do with some more editing, and might be getting a chapter 2 so it will be posted as its own fic later. I wrote this in the meantime though as a desperate attempt to pretend the Tubular achievement is as fun as it sounds on paper. As of earlier today I did *finally* get it, freeing me from my wave-based torment. I took that as a sign to go through with posting this instead; I wasn't sure if I was going to go with my original piece or not at first so I edited this as a just in case I decide the other piece needs more work.

The setup they use in this fic is the same I used in game but I took creative liberties in making it easier to stay on the raft and for the raft to stay with the wave because ugh, the amount of times I almost got it but either wasn't on the raft or the raft didn't stay with the wave long enough drove me up the wall. So we're pretending it's more consistent. I also wanted a little bit of drama for fun.

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“Gabbro!” Auri shouted with a raised hand as they rushed out of the tunnel and over the hammock. “You have to come and do something fun with me.”

“Have to, huh?” It had been a few loops since Gabbro had last let Auri drag them off Giant’s Deep so probably they were about due for another adventure.

“Yes, you have to. So c’mon, let’s go.”

Moving deliberately slow, Gabbro sat up and hooked their flute into its spot on their belt before standing. Auri shifted impatiently but didn’t complain. They never did but it was fun to watch them squirm with barely held onto patience.

“You should bring your jet pack too. You’re gonna need it.”

So it was going to be that kind of adventure, huh? Though what ‘that’ might be was unclear. This was the first time Auri had suggested Gabbro bring their jet pack. And so, as much as they hated carrying the thing around, they obeyed.

“What exactly are we doing?” they asked as they pulled it up onto their back, still purposefully taking their sweet time with it.

“Hmm… my first thought was to surprise you with it but actually, that might be a bad idea. You know the Stranger with its river and the dam that breaks like halfway through the loop? Well when it breaks, it releases a big wave of water.” Auri lifted an arm to mime a watery motion, ending with the promised big wave. “If you position a raft just right you can ride the wave like halfway around the ring. Maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration but it can take you pretty far and it’s a lot of fun.”

Jet pack securely on now, Gabbro began leading the way towards Auri’s ship. “Sounds dangerous.”

“Oh, it is. The first few times I tried it, I got bashed into rocks and stuff. I know what I’m doing now though. I wouldn’t insist you come do it with me if I didn’t think I could keep you safe.”

It still didn’t sound like a particularly good idea but if Auri was confident they could keep both of them from serious bodily harm then Gabbro would choose to trust them. Such a stunt didn’t sound like their idea of a fun time but they were open to trying almost anything at least once. The time to try dangerous things would be when trapped in a time loop that made at the risk of physical injury and/or death less of an issue.

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Auri beached the raft on a piece of land uncomfortably close to the dam. They’d barely gone anywhere from its starting point. They then set to pushing it even further back towards the dam because, “If it’s positioned poorly, it’ll bash us into that cliff side over there which is never fun.” Their gesture was so vague it was unclear which cliff side they were even referring to.

Leaving them to it, Gabbro stepped back to look up at the dam. They were close enough that Auri’s Little Scout was still visible where they’d shot it onto the side to monitor the dam’s structural integrity. In other words, way too close for comfort. Turning around, the first of the ship’s village areas was almost immediately downriver. The wave hit hard enough to wipe that village out so ramming into any of its buildings wasn’t likely to be something one could easily walk off.

How had Auri come up with this idea? And why, after having apparently been bashed into ‘that cliff side over there’ probably multiple times in addition to who knows what else, had they persisted in doing it until they figured out how to do it ‘safely’? They were truly something special. Gabbro couldn’t not admire their bravery even if it did maybe border on stupidity at times. Lucky for them, they had the time loop to undo their mistakes.

“Have you always been this much of an adrenaline junkie?” Gabbro asked as they turned back to face Auri. “Or did you get this way because of the time loop?”

“Uh… I think I was always kinda this way but the time loop made it more of a thing. Like, getting hurt and stuff sucks but you get used to it after a while so the risk of it isn’t as much of a deterrent. If we ever get out of this loop alive, I’m probably not gonna survive for much longer.”

If that ever happened Gabbro would have to extract a promise from them to be more careful and would have to keep a close eye on them to make sure they kept it. It was tempting to tell them that right now but the topic of their dwindling self preservation instincts didn’t need to be brought up when it would only bring down the mood. Besides, Gabbro had all but agreed to do a stupid stunt with them. They could back out and faced with the actual prospect of what exactly they were up against, it was certainly tempting to. But they’d pull Auri into rest and relaxation, teaching them how to mediate and breathing techniques to calm themself in general, it was only fair they get to return the favor the other way around at least once. Besides it might be fun, Gabbro wouldn’t know for sure until they tried it.

~

Waiting for the dam to break and the wave to come naturally gave more room to foster doubt about how wise this was. Gabbro pushed those thoughts aside though, trusting Auri’s claim that the raft was positioned perfectly, all they had to do was stay on it which Auri would also help with. Instead they settled into the wait, chatting idly with Auri until finally the lights flickered and the whole ship groaned. Gabbro had been here before and so wasn’t surprised but it still wasn’t a pleasant sound to hear from the spaceship one was currently aboard.

“It’s almost time,” Auri said. “Scout readout says the dam’s structural integrity is at eighty-four percent and dropping.” Despite that, they remained seated.

“How long does it take to reach zero?”

“’Bout an hour and half. I’ll keep you updated.”

From there, they waited in mostly silence, their conversation idle and interrupted by Auri’s occasional update on the dam’s structural integrity reading. Every passing minute dwindled Gabbro’s opportunity to back out. It was still tempting. Getting bashed into rocks or a sturdy wooden building didn’t sound like a peaceful way to die. But, even if that did happen, the time loop would undo it so, it was fine… sort of.

If they could be fine with being tossed into space by a cyclone of water, they could ride a big wave of it without fear. It felt different though. Like it was somehow more dangerous. They had more control here so it should be less. That opened up more room for error though. Trusting the hammock and maybe a small adjustment or two to ensure they landed on it was all it took to survive the cyclone. This required balance and proper use of the jet pack, easy things to mess up.

Maybe the opposite feeling was why Auri was fine doing something like this but still got nervous about the cyclones. They liked being at least partially in control of the risks whereas Gabbro preferred just letting whatever was going to happen, happen. Learning something new about oneself was always fun.

Eventually Auri stood. “Ten percent.”

Gabbro stood with them, placing themself on Auri’s right. Last chance to back out. Not that they were going to. They took deep steady breaths, easing the seed of fear inside themself.

“Right before the wave hits the raft, engage the jet pack’s thruster. It’ll raise up to meet us. After that, don’t worry about steering, I got that covered.” Auri had said that earlier but the reminded wasn’t unwelcome.

“You’re the expert.” Maybe it was foolish given their growing lack of self preservation instincts but Gabbro trusted them to keep both of them from getting bashed into anything by the wave.

From there the waiting got even more tense. The occasional glance back revealed that the dam was leaking steadily more and more with every passing second. Last time Gabbro had been here with Auri, they’d cautioned against being in the river when it broke. And now here they were, directly in its path, right in front of it, waiting for that exact thing.

“Three… two… one… and zero!”

The silence held for a beat as Auri all but vibrated with excitement before the dam broke. This close to it, the crash of splintering wood was almost deafening. Suddenly free, the water that had been held back in the reservoir rushed forward in a massive wave.

Following Auri’s lead and advice, right before the wave reached the raft, Gabbro gripped the trigger that engaged the jet pack, sending them up. Too high and too fast. The raft did indeed raise up on the wave of water beneath their feet but Gabbro was almost certainly going to land behind it. Already it was ahead of them even as it straightened out.

Welp, they were about to find out what it felt like to die via being bashed into a wall of rocks after all. Damn it. Hopefully it’d be fast.

Mere seconds before their thrust ran out, sealing them to that fate, a hand grasped their wrist and yanked them over so that they landed on the edge of the raft instead of off it. How Auri had managed to keep track of themself and realize that Gabbro needed help was a mystery but Gabbro could’ve kissed them right then and there if the situation were less dire.

Not missing a beat, Auri tugged them back into the center, facing them both forward. Better balance and probably easier to steer from there. Gabbro linked their arms through Auri’s, though was careful not to cling to hard lest that mess up their steering. Their little near mishap had lasted mere seconds but it felt like an eternity had passed.

Below them, the water rushed forward with a mighty roar. It hit the buildings, the splintering of wood adding to the deafening cacophony. Bit and pieces bobbed up around the raft, several large ones barely missing hitting it. Was Auri’s steering to thank for that? Maybe because they were certainly doing something, casting their flashlight onto the poles, subtly changing the raft’s trajectory even as it hurdled down river. Gabbro could only cling to their arm while also try not to get in the way as much as possible.

It carried them over the first village then over a cliff, barely missing bashing them into a wall of rock right before it. Possibly the ‘cliff side over there’ that Auri had pointed out before. Past it was the second village area. Wide enough to spread out the wave’s energy, easing it noticeably. Or maybe that was just them losing it as it continued forward, leaving them merely floating on the river. Not quite halfway around the ring but pretty far indeed.

“Woohoo!” Auri lifted their free arm in triumph. “That was amazing, huh?”

Gabbro forced themself to let go of Auri’s arm and step back. Their heart still raced and their hands shook. Daredevil stunts still weren’t their thing even with the time loop providing a cushion of safety. It was good to see Auri had had a fun time though and it had been worth the effort to experiment. “It sure was something.”

“I’d say ‘let’s do it again’ but we sadly only get one per loop.”

“Well, if you decide to go again next loop, uh… maybe leave me out. I don’t think I’m cut out to be an adrenaline junkie. Too much action, you know?”

Auri froze. “Oh! That wasn’t bad, was it? You did seem kind of… You’re okay, right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It was fun… sort of. Thank you for inviting me. It’s just not my thing. This though,” they gestured around them, indicting the raft floating down stream, almost lazily now that there was no light on any of the steering poles, “is rather nice. Not as nice as the rivers back home and the rapids aren’t great but still nice.”

Auri nodded. “Good, okay. In that case though, we can spend the rest of this loop relaxing around here.”

“That sounds like a great time.”

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Feb 2025 | Gong Yoo Full Interview in W Korea (x) With Lee Ye-jin, Kwon Eun-kyung

In January, you went to Paris to attend the Louis Vuitton 2025 F/W men's collection, right? Did you have any free time besides fulfilling your official schedule?

I think I had about a day and a half of free time. The first day just passed because I was groggy from the jet lag, and on the other day, I walked around a bit. I did some offline shopping for the first time in a while, and if I saw a pretty café, I would sit in front of it and have a cup of coffee. While walking, I saw a shop that didn't look ordinary, so I went in. It turns out that the owner of that concept store is a world-renowned art director who also owns a well-known beauty brand. I heard that information from an acquaintance later on. While I was looking around, someone was making small talk next to me, and I thought, "Is this the owner?" but it turns out that person was the art director.

When celebrities come and go from a venue, there are fans waiting outside, cheering them on. Have you ever thought for a moment, because of the decibel level, "Is there a K-pop musician around near me?"

Yeah, I thought that at first too. If the people gathered there weren't specifically there to see me, I wondered if I would wave at them and then we would both feel awkward. But then I heard them calling out "Gong Yoo!" amidst the cheers, and it felt nice. These days, there are many foreigners who speak Korean well, right? When I first heard someone call out "Oppa!" I thought I must have misheard. I felt that fans came to the last show too, but this time the response was unprecedented.

It must be because the "Ddakji Man" from Season 2 appeared right in front of them, right? At the Louvre Museum, where the Louis Vuitton show was held, you walked by and made a gun shape with your fingers and pretended to shoot yourself in the head. It was quite a cute moment, unlike in the drama.

I felt that the reactions were much hotter, probably because the work had just been released. It's always surprising and delightful to meet a character from a show you enjoyed in real life. While walking and greeting him, I suddenly thought I should do something, and that gesture just popped into my mind.

Last November, when the Netflix series "The Trunk" was released, you did some promotional activities with Seo Hyun-jin, right? Did you have a chance to comment on "Squid Game" during that time?

I haven't had a separate interview. Even during the "Trunk" promotion period, it was a time when we couldn't mention "Squid Game," which was set to be released in December. Now I can talk about it.

There must have been many people waiting for Gong Yoo's story. Have you looked up reactions or reaction videos about the so-called "Ddakji Man" from Season 2?

Hmm. Even if you don't intentionally look for them, you can naturally come across related content on Instagram, YouTube, TikTok, and so on. Yes, there were indeed a lot of videos. Of course, it feels good to receive compliments.

First of all, I'm curious about your thoughts on Episode 1 of Season 2 of Squid Game. The title of Episode 1 is 'Bread and Lottery.' It was an episode for Gong Yoo's character, the Ddakji Man.

There might be parts I missed, but I think the director handled the direction, editing, plot, and so on very cleverly. Even though it's just the first episode of a series, it felt like watching a full-length movie.

Did you watch the series at home as soon as it was released on December 26 last year, or did you get to see it in advance?

After it opened, I watched it with close friends. But I saw the first episode earlier at the world premiere event at DDP. They only screened the first episode there. It was a day full of events, including the production presentation. I remember it being a grand event. Many actors were present at the production presentation. But did Gong Yoo attend that day?

There's a story related to that day. I received an invitation to attend, but I said I wouldn't go. The reason I declined every time there was an event related to this work was that I didn't want to take even a little bit of the spotlight from those who should truly be the main characters. It might have been my overthinking, though. Even during the screening of the first episode, I quietly said I would go and watch, but I kept debating whether to go or not.

But I got a call from the director. I came to DDP early to check various conditions before the screening, and they said that there are things that can't be conveyed through sound, visuals, or even the TV screen. Even in the scene where I play Russian roulette with Jeong-jae sunbaenim, they said they could see all the subtle muscle movements that couldn't be seen even after countless edits. "When would there ever be such an opportunity? It would be great if Kkong could see it on screen," he said. It seems he wanted to show it to me.

Last month, Lee Byung-hun, whom I interviewed, also mentioned that Director Hwang Dong-hyuk was very moved that day. Since "Squid Game" was originally intended to be made into a movie, the impact of seeing it on the big screen must have been even greater from the director's perspective.

Yes, it was great. However, since it was an event planned as a kind of fan event, the atmosphere was a bit different from a regular theater screening. It felt like everyone was enjoying the show together. For example, the reactions were immediate and abundant. There were continuous exclamations like "Oh!", "Wow!", "Ugh!"... (laughs). At the end of the Russian roulette game, when I held the gun, the audience kept saying "Oh, oh, oh," and when I shot and died, there was a collective gasp. I could understand why the gasp came, and both the representative and I burst into laughter at the same time. You had a rare and fun group experience. But since it was a bit different from the quiet and focused atmosphere of watching, it must have been hard to fully concentrate on the show.

That's right. At first, I didn't know I was attending, but gradually I could feel the gazes and reactions of those who recognized me. After it all ended, there was a mingling session with the staff. Now, I often find myself in a senior position. So, all the juniors come up to me one by one and say, "Senior, I watched it well." I saw actors from Season 1, including [Jung] Ho-yeon, and some passed by giving a thumbs up with both hands, everyone was sparkling and it was chaotic... Jung-jae sunbaenim came up to me and said, "Gong Yoo should apologize to the other actors, what are the rest of us supposed to do if you do so well from the first episode?" Everyone was grateful and happy to see me, but I felt embarrassed and awkward, not knowing what to do.

The plan to quietly stay for a while, as if you were there and not there, has gone up in smoke. For someone with an extreme 'I' personality, all of that is a shortcut to battery drain.

When I got home that day, I was completely exhausted. It's hard to objectively evaluate one's own acting, isn't it? Many viewers probably felt that "Gong Yoo really seemed to be showing something this time."

My role was to definitely raise the tension in the first episode before the story unfolded. Watching it, I thought I did my part. It was more like, "I didn't cause any trouble, thank goodness." I didn't approach this role with the ambition of "I'll take care of everything." I went into filming knowing that I was a key player in the story. Since my cameo in Season 1, I've thought of myself as a peripheral character in this work. I think I saw my position that way. So, when the work received immense love and attention, I found myself looking at it from a bit of a distance rather than being right in the center. The character of Ddakji Man was interesting, and the process was fun, and that was it. However, he made a strong impression by opening the door to a heavy-laden work. Dressed in a neat suit and speaking in a gentle tone, the man from Season 1, who seemed perfectly fine, reveals a madman's side in Season 2. How did you prepare for such a character? What conversations did you have with the director?

There wasn't any specific discussion with the director before filming. I looked at the script and thought, "Oh? This is interesting, totally crazy!" and tried various things on set. However, there was one significant difference compared to my usual approach to roles. First of all, the character of Ddakji Man is simple and clear. That's very comfortable for an actor. Since the director had clearly defined the character, I just had to follow the script.

And since I only had a supporting role for one episode, it was comfortable not having to think about the entire work. Usually, I have to consider everything from start to finish. I need to keep in mind how my character is intertwined with others, how to deliver lines or maintain attitudes in different scenes, and always maintain that consistency and balance. This time, I only had to focus on my character and my tasks. It felt straightforward, without any distracting thoughts, and it was a light feeling.

In commercial works, actors who take the first credit spot often can't avoid a huge sense of responsibility beyond their acting. But in this case, it seems you really enjoyed the pure fun of acting. Did you need to do some research to find references and recreate them in your own style?

No, I didn't look into that at all. It's not a regular human but a psychopath. There weren't many restrictions on expression and creation. That's why it was a more enjoyable experience. Recently, while chatting with writer Noh Hee-kyung, we mentioned that when playing a character like Ddakji Man, it's not strange to show 120%. Since the audience perceives the character as abnormal, they might accept whatever the actor does, thinking, "That person is really crazy." Normally, I tend to avoid going overboard. I try to show only about 70% or 80% instead of 100%, hoping the rest will be filled by the audience's emotions. This time, I felt free without such concerns or worries, so it was a refreshing experience. It felt like doing freestyle rap or choreography.

In front of people trembling with fear, he enjoys sadistic games and even plays Russian roulette, where he could die, without any hesitation. Did you perhaps feel a thrill?

Since I was embodying the character of Ddakji Man, I was able to express it very boldly. I felt exhilarated. It was exciting and thrilling. I even thought, "Was there a lot of anger in my heart?" (laughs). I borrowed the character to express it, but maybe there was something built up deep inside me.

While engaging in actions that are hard to even imagine, did something unknown to yourself get unleashed?

It's not that I didn't know; in fact, I do (laughs). I probably did. If I dig deep, there would be cynicism or remnants towards the world within me. I would have felt vicarious satisfaction by venting my anger while wearing the character's clothes.

There was an idol singer who once talked about the strange thrill they felt when they tried acting. They said they felt a catharsis by doing things they normally wouldn't or shouldn't do through acting.

Yes, I think keep acting to get that taste.

The person who first gets up close to the actor's face within the frame is the cinematographer, right? They sometimes capture a moment and think, 'Wow, I just saw something incredible.'

Cinematographer Kim Ji-yong is really good at his job. Since we've worked together on and , he knows me well. After filming a scene where I stomped on bread on the floor at Tapgol Park, he quietly approached me and said, "Wow, you really look like a madman." It was my first day of shooting. The perceived temperature was around 38°C, right? Before I could do anything, I was sweating so much in my suit that my underwear got soaked as soon as I got out of the makeup van.

Mr. Gong Yoo, you are quite close with Director Hwang Dong-hyuk, with whom you also worked on "The Crucible," right? What kind of person is he?

He has a mischievous side. You wouldn't believe how well he can tease people. He's really annoying, you know? When we meet, we undermine and mock each other (laughs). We have that kind of rapport. We tease each other back and forth. At the same time, he is definitely a reliable adult to me. There's a fundamental respect I have for him. Among all his qualities, what I like most is his logical and rational side. Just because he's a smart adult doesn't mean he just pushes his opinions. I believe he will always persuade me rationally, which makes it easier to interact with him. He is also very frugal, which resonates with me. Our relationship seems to be more than just that of a director and an actor. I understand the director's intention when he said he wanted to see a two-shot of Gong Yoo and Lee Jung-jae while making Season 1. Why wouldn't he? Even if Gong Yoo's screen time is very limited, he wanted him to exit with a strong impact.

For example, if I were to die unexpectedly in a game, it would be interesting, right? I thought that was the true essence of a cameo. It's cool too. But the director said, "It doesn't seem right to use Gong like that," so that's how it turned out. Ultimately, I think they used me very appropriately and effectively in Season 1.

Does the director actually call Gong Yoo "Kong"?

Yes. After the production of Season 2 was confirmed, he asked to meet one day. He said, "Kong, I have an idea for the story in my head, and Season 2 should ultimately start through Ddakjinam. Nothing else comes to mind. It makes sense realistically." I replied, "I'm not going to do it. I don't think I can."

At some point in the back-and-forth, Kkong had the upper hand, right? The director set the stage from the beginning with the justification that Ddakji Man had to be in it.

Yes, you laid it all out (laughs). After that, he kept saying to me, "Kkong, I've written the whole story, but if you say you won't do it later, it won't work out. It'll be a big problem." You know, if we had to completely revise a story that was already set, it would be a huge issue. I teased him for a while, pretending I wouldn't do Season 2, just like always (laughs). Of course, it was an easy decision for me from the start. There was no reason not to do it. Regardless of whether the work was successful or not, I participated willingly because it was a call from someone I liked and respected during Season 1. The content about Ddakji Man for Season 2 was all contained on a single piece of paper. Was he fully satisfied with Gong Yoo's acting?

The director isn't the type to give compliments easily. He's not someone who expresses himself sweetly. But he did contact me occasionally. For example, he showed the footage of my earlier scenes to [Lee] Byung-hun on set. It seemed like he wanted to brag about how well it turned out (laughs). He said, "Isn't the scene great? Didn't I do well?" and Byung-hun praised him, saying it was a face he had never seen from Gong Yoo before. Another time, he contacted me while having drinks with the editor. The editor said, "Gong Yoo did so well, I really want to convey this to you," and that's why he contacted me. "Everyone says Gong Yoo did well." That's indirect speech, isn't it? (laughs). You’re cute, you know?

Whenever the director shared such anecdotes, he would talk about them at length, but I would just respond nonchalantly with things like, "It's an honor for me" or "That's great" (laughs). Anyway, he really boosted my self-esteem like that.

As your career progresses and your influence grows, the criteria for choosing projects become more refined. I don't want to ask you to explain those criteria. I just want to hear an example of a project that drew you in when you read the script.

When I read the script for "Trunk," I felt this way about the character Jeong-won: "So rigid and pitiful." That's how it started. When I thought about why that empathy arose, I realized that similar processes often occurred when choosing other projects. There are aspects of a person that don't necessarily show on the surface. To put it grandly, it's like a deep abyss that only I know. If there's a part that touches that abyss, I usually end up doing the project. The moment I feel a bit of kinship, the answer of "I'm doing this project" is almost already decided. There are procedures to follow and a need for caution, so I don't say it right away. There are points that quickly draw you in like ink spreading in water, and it was the same with Jeong-won.

There seems to be an instinctive attraction. It's when you find yourself drawn to a work or character before you even start analyzing it.

Since I have to articulate that instinctive part into words, I often share my thoughts based on my own experiences. And naturally, my preferences also reflect in the works I choose. Love is an endlessly used theme, isn't it? You can talk about love as a beautiful wrapping, but you can also delve deeply into its darker aspects.

"The Trunk" is a work that resonates with my tastes as both an audience member and a viewer. It's a kind of fantasy, and it can be somewhat melancholic, but I was delighted by the fact that love could be expressed in such a way. You don't come across works like this easily. From the production company to everyone involved, we all shared the same sentiment, which is why the work came into being. Even without saying a word, we understood each other's feelings. In short, we came together with like-mindedness to create it (laughs).

A few months before the release of "The Trunk," I interviewed Seo Hyun-jin, and she mentioned that she was drawn to the 'ambiguity' of the script. She said it was the first time she received a script with so much blank space. Even after the filming wrapped up, the lingering impact of the work was still strong, which was impressive.

I felt this during the process of making the work, but I really noticed it while doing promotional activities with Seo Hyun-jin. Our perspectives and sensibilities regarding the work were quite similar. While filming various content, we often ended up discussing different aspects of the work. Listening to each other’s thoughts, we got to know more about each other. We often remarked, "Isn’t it amazing?" For instance, when we sat side by side for interviews, the answers we each thought of in response to the questions were almost identical. It seemed that our similarities brought us together for the work.

I don't think the driving force for moving forward as an actor is just about the success of a project like a box office hit. In a past interview, you mentioned feeling quite confused for a while after "Goblin." It's the same for office workers; after a certain point, they experience a sense of monotony. I'm curious about where and how you found the motivation to overcome such a period.

I think I've felt something similar to monotony, but I don't remember it being that severe. When I'm exhausted and struggling, it's important to find a way to recover. Ultimately, it seems that the 'project' is at the center. The project can be a factor that makes me feel like I can't go on anymore and makes me want to leave, but at the same time, it's also the project that makes me feel alive again, thinking, "Acting is the most fun."

In life, there is a shared existence where you inevitably have to be somewhat aware of others' gazes, and due to my personality as a human being, there are lives I can't experience myself. When I act within a work, I can do it without being bound by any of that. Through the character, I can shout, hit the wall with my fist, and curse. In various ways, I get to do things I can't or wouldn't do. It seems like repeating that gives me new energy. Whether it's vicarious satisfaction, exhilaration, or a sense of achievement, it might be what keeps me going in this job.

As long as I live as an actor, the fundamental and essential theme that supports me in life is the work itself. And we often try to break through our familiar routines by finding new hobbies. For Mr. Gong Yoo, it seems that was fishing.

I kept wanting to run away, and my thoughts were tangled up in a complicated mess. Well, you know, there are a lot of simple tests on the internet that you can take for fun, like various syndrome tests. Out of curiosity, I tried it, and it turns out I fit all sorts of syndromes. If you just accept it by saying, 'Oh, that's me,' it actually feels easier. That's why things like MBTI seem to resonate well among people. It seems that depending on the type of MBTI, there are convenient and easy aspects when you just accept someone as 'just that kind of person.' In a YouTube video hosted by Jang Do-yeon, you said, "I don't want to be defined, so I won't reveal my MBTI." If you search for "Gong Yoo MBTI", it only shows "SEXY." Is it still kept a secret?

Well, it doesn't matter anymore. I am an INFJ. Sometimes I get INTJ. The "I" trait is definitely strong, and the N trait seems quite solid as well. I often switch between "F" and "T," but as I get older, the "T" trait becomes stronger. I've learned through experience that living with "T" is much more beneficial than living with "F."

Is this an exclusive scoop? Thank you. So, what is the charm of fishing for you, Mr. Gong Yoo?

I have fond memories of my first experience. It was when I went to Jeju Island with my older brother, who had been fishing for a long time. While he was fishing, I just sat on the rocky shore, staring blankly at the sea, and it felt like the sea was giving me something. It was as if the sea was providing me with the 'time' I desperately needed, a time to just be still and escape my thoughts. And I've always felt like going to Jeju Island was like being in a different country. When you go abroad, you can momentarily forget the worries of your usual place. That's how it started, and after experiencing the thrilling rush of fishing just once, it developed into an obsession (laughs). I have to catch something. I heard that actor Park Byeong-eun is quite the 'expert.' I've seen him on TV catching various things while living in Jeju and delivering them perfectly packaged to his acquaintances.

Ah, he has now left the fishing world.

Did you catch all the fish and then come down the mountain? These days, it seems like you're more into other things than fishing.

In a way, Byung-eun taught me how to fish. It was because of him that I got to know the world of Tai-raba fishing on the boat. There are so many professional fishermen in Jeju. Those people and the captains all recognize Park Byung-eun. They say he has a nice style and a natural sense for using his body.

That brother took good care of people, sending them expensive cuttlefish and Jeju tilefish, or rare species that are hard to find even if you pay for them. Everyone loved him for it. It's wonderful to be able to share and give precious things you caught with your own hands to the people you care about. But he left. A traitor... Yeah, it was about time. It's understandable to get tired after so many years of fishing. He had been fishing for so long, so I can't say anything if he left.

If there's something that Gong Yoo needs right now, what would it be?

I've been maintaining a peaceful state lately. In fact, there was a bit of a storm recently, but I quickly found my inner peace (laughs). Sometimes, a restless wind seems to come and go in an irregular bounce, like a tree that keeps swaying. I don't really feel like I need anything in particular, but, hmm... if I think about it, there is a wind. I wish it would be a bit less noticeable and less visible.

It's fascinating. Seo Hyun-jin used the same expression. The calm state that comes to a sensitive person with their antennae raised must be that precious. If push comes to shove, I could pretend not to hear or see if necessary, but I guess I'm just not the type of person who can do that naturally. However, my overall state right now is like the calm after a wave has passed. Yes, it's just perfect.

[mostlyintact]

Hello, people!

Thank you for stopping by, and here's all the necessary things I could think of to share:

Name - You can call me Ave (rhymed with save) Pronouns - She/Her Age - I am in my early 20s From - South Asia, born and raised

Dni - I received an ask about it a while back, and I am just going to copy and paste my response to it.

Hmm, age is not an issue but please inform me of it if you are a minor and we happen to talk one-on-one. Most of the times, I check the accounts and take my cues regarding that. While there's nothing in particular that might be inappropriate about our conversation otherwise, if I am the elder in the scenario I have more responsibility towards ensuring everyone's welfare.

As for beliefs, any sort of homophobic, transphobic, ableist, anti-Islamic, antisemitic and any other hateful belief towards people based on things like religion, ethnicity, race, sexuality, gender-identity etc. is unwelcome. So, if you feel you fall in these categories well, there's a block button and I have no qualms about using it.

Lastly, ai things (while I am figuring out how I feel). I don't have very favorable opinions of it. And I think if I am going to be on your dash in any capacity, you should know it. (In the same vein, if you find I reblogged ai art or stolen art let me know!)

But the biggest one is, don't interact if you are just going to be mean for no reason.

Edit - I realize it might not be most comfortable thing to ask minors to acknowledge they are minors (even if I don't have any nefarious plots). But also, I don't want to end up having an inappropriate conversation even incidentally... I am opening the floor, whether if you are of any age if there are topics or boundaries which you wish to establish regarding conversations just throw it at me. I would not mind it. (I am not particularly interested in making people cough out their ages, but I also do have a habit to flirt with my friends. So, it's a bit tricky).

Now for the next part I have racked my brain to figure out how to do it. And my last two brain cells suggested I do this, here's to hoping it works:

Currently into - SFTH SRK (and movies, but then I fear I would always be into him so. My dedicated I am unwell about him blog is @amdone)

Things I liked but couldn't place anywhere else - Heartstopper RWRB Bridgerton

Sitcoms I watched and liked - Brooklyn Nine-Nine The Good Place (hmm, that's all I can recall. I am not as big on them.)

Thai-dramas I watched and liked - Full House Bad Buddy (yes, it's been a while since I traversed those lands and finished watching anything. But my watch later list flourishes because of them!)

C-dramas I watched and liked - Love o2o CQL (I was into mdzs fandom alright) (It's a short list, I haven't finished watching any C-drama in a hot minute. Since after Empress Ki (which was a pain))

K-dramas I watched and liked - No Gain No Love A Shop for Killers Beyond Evil (I might be able to list more on here. Hmm, let's see. Descendants of the Sun, W, Healer, Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo, Business Proposal, Extraordinary You, The Devil Judge, Doom at Your Service, Cafe Minamdang, Shopaholic Louis, The Smile Has Left Your Eyes, Marry My Husband, Tale of the Nine Tailed etc.)

Pak-dramas I watched and liked - Dobara Ishq Zahenaseeb Hum Kahan Ke Sachay Thay Ishq E Laa Zara Yaad Kar Pyar Ke Sadqay (and more, but these are the ones that came to me first.)

(Just for shit and giggles) Indian Soaps I watched (and liked? It's hard to decide having grown up with them) - IPK JA Jamai Raja KKB Swaragini Naamkaran Udaan IB (and DBO) YRHPK KHKT YRKKH (guess which gen) BALH BALH2

(Bonus) Only Turkish drama I watched and finished - Aşk Laftan Anlamaz

Things I do fandom lurking for (but source material is far from me) - HP/Marauders (been 'Rowling' while since I revisited the source material) Marvel DC Kiseki: Dear to me (and more.)

You can always send asks or messages (even if we have never interacted before), but I do hold the right to not respond if you are being rude.

Books I read and liked - Under construction

Games I played and liked - Under construction

YT/OTT Things - Under construction

Music - Please don't make me do this

[neon-sekai]

Neon D4ze Main Story Ep 1

To be read with .:indicating scenery and time:. and *indicating action*

(Placed under the cut for ease of blog access)

.:Shopping Mall:. Riko: 

Hmm.

Do you think this jacket would look good on me?

Kaede:

I think it does. I’m no expert on fashion though.

Riko:

Hehe~

I think I’ll buy it. I can afford it.

Kaede:

I’ll wait here. Then we should get snacks afterwards.

Riko:

Sure thing! I’ll be right back.

*pause*

Shop Clerk:

Have a nice day!

Riko:

Thanks!

*footsteps*

Kaede:

Hey, look.

This shirt has a cute cat and a penguin. They’re friends.

Riko:

Heh! C’mon, let’s get something to eat.

*footsteps*

Kaede:

These donuts are pretty good. Especially for a mall food court.

Riko:

Yeah! And they didn’t completely drain my wallet.

We did well in practice earlier, so this is our reward. You’re good on that keyboard, y’know?

Kaede:

Thanks. Lots of free time to practice.

*pause*

Kaede:

Look at those massive plush penguins! They’re so cute!

I’m buying one right now.

Riko:

Haha, you’d get along well with one of my classmates.

This snake’s pretty cool too.

.:1 Hour Later:.

Kaede:

I love these new plushies.

It’s getting late. I should head home before my parents start to worry.

Same time next weekend?

Riko:

Sure thing! Keep an eye out for other people who might want to join us too. I’ve been asking around my school.

Kaede:

Okay. See you then.

Riko:

Bye!

.:I Hour Later, Riko’s Room:.

Riko:

Ahh. What a day.

Now I’ve got to find a place for this snake to go.

He’s so long. Wibbily-wobbly guy, hehe~

*Yawn*

I should get some rest.

Edit: I realised the shopping mall bit at the top got cut off by my copy and paste. Whoops.

[recurring-polynya]

Izakaya Kamenoya

I am re-watching the Captain Amagai arc, which I love because it has just a shit-ton of Seireitei slice-of-life worldbuilding. Early in the arc, Kira goes to the bar with Renji and Iba to sob about how his new Third Seat is better than him, and it made me wonder-- do the lieutenants always go to the same bar, or does the anime just make up a new one every time? Episode 172 had a nice shot of the exterior:

I immediately went to Episode 355 (the second New Year's episode), because I'm always thinking about Rukia shotgunning that beer while Renji gazes on lovingly, and it certainly *looks* like same place, but again, maybe that's just a very standard-looking izakaya.

I decided that trying to translate the kanji might help. They're more visible in the first image. The ones on the paper lantern, 酒処 were easy, because they just say izakaya (literally, "alcohol" and "place"). That just supported the idea that this was just some generic bar. For the kanji on the wooden lantern, which appeared to be the same as the ones on the sign above the door, I managed to puzzle out the bottommost one, 屋, which means "shop" or "restaurant." Hmm.

At this point, I was feeling a little stumped, so I went looking for other screen shots.

Other bar scenes I could remember took place in: Episode 179 (Ukitake and Kyouraku try to angle Amagai into a threesome). This had a clearer shot of the sign, and it's definitely the same as the lantern.

Ep 305 (Kira and Hisagi go for drinks after work and run into Unohana having "Ladies' Night" with Soi Fon, the Kotetsu sisters, and Yachiru ????)

And finally, Episode 265 (the end of the Sword Beasts arc, Ladies' Night again, I guess, this time with zanpakutou)

and bingo, they actually translated it for me, this time!!

In, the only one that didn't turn out to take place at Izakaya Kamenoya was from Ep. 303, the first New Year's episode. The SWA holds their holiday luncheon here (the sign says 茶屋, or "tea house") .

It is also not the place where Rukia and Renji announce their engagement in WDKALY, that place is called Safflower, and it's fancier and it's specifically mentioned that it's way classier than everyone's usual digs.

That's neither here nor there, let's get back to Izakaya Kamenoya!

Later on, like when I was 90% of the way through writing this post, I realized there was an earlier shot of the sign in episode 172 that was also translated (which I thought I remembered and then assumed I had hallucinated when I couldn't find it, but it was from a separate trip to bar with Kibune and Kira's shitty subordinates). Conveniently, it's also probably the most readable out of all of them. EDIT: I didn't notice when I pasted this in here, but they translate it as Kamegameya here, which seems like a mistake? B3 suggests they might have read the second character as a repetition (with the k turning into a g, which I don't know all the details of, but I assume it's that thing that happens in Japanese when a word is in the interior of another word and it gets a harder consonant, the same way the s in "sakura" in Senbonzakura becomes a z). Google also tells me that the name of Yugi's grandfather's game shop in Yu-Gi-Oh is called Kame Game, so I wonder if the subtitler here was just working on muscle memory 😂. I'm sticking with Kamenoya, although Turtle Turtle Bar has its own charm)

The three characters in the upper left are 居酒屋, which is just a different way to spell izakaya.

"Kame" was easy to translate, it's the leftmost large character on the sign, 亀. It means "turtle", but the second meaning is "heavy drinker," so I'm guessing this might be a bit of a pun. Unfortunately, googling didn't turn up any further detail on this.

I puzzled a little over the middle character, until I realized that it might be 之, which is an older version of の. Oh, says me, who only speaks the Japanese I picked up from anime, it's Kame no ya, the way all the inns in Kakuriyo end in "ya." It just means "House of the Turtle", or "Turtle's Pub."

Turtle's Pub. Can we just take a moment to reflect on the fact that the lieutenants (and sometimes captains) like to hang out at someplace called Turtle's? I am so charmed by this. I have not been so excited since the time I realized that Renji was wearing the koi hoodie in the Bount Arc OP.

It's possible that it was just named by a guy who has "kame" as part of his name or who likes turtles, or as I said, maybe it's a pun, but there are two other possibilities I thought of:

In line with this post on the naming scheme for the Seireitei Gates, perhaps it's in the north part of the city, and named after Genbu the Black Tortoise-Snake

When I am making up business names in my fanfic, I often like to associate them with the squads they are near-- dragons for stuff near Squad 10, fish for 13, firebirds for things that are more city-wide. It's partially trying to tap into squad solidarity, and partially so people have a clue where your place is located in this stupid maze city. I love the idea of some former captain with a turtle-themed zanpakutou, whose is fondly remembered because someone happened to name a good bar after them.

I looked up that extremely questionable Blood War era Seireitei map, wondering if maybe Squad 3 was near the north gate:

It turns out it is not (assuming the unlabeled squads just go in order), but you know what is? Squad 10. So if Kamenoya is named after the North Gate, I assume everyone drinks there because it's close to Matsumoto.

(thank you very much to @kaicko for checking my work)