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illfoandillfie · 3 years ago

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Kinktober Day 1: Rimming

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Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,560

Warnings: Rimming, anal sex, some vaginal fingering, himbo Ben (mild unintentional hypnosis I guess)

A/N: Welcome to Kinktober! This is actually an idea i’ve been thinking about for quite a while. We’ve done himbo Rog and himbo Gwil so it only seemed fair to do himbo Ben and since he’s obviously an ass man......only made sense that he’d be into anal lmao. It seemed like the perfect fit for the first of these prompts. But this is the first time I’ve written (or even really thought about) rimming so I hope it’s okay!

“Geeze Ben, could you maybe close your porn next time. Didn’t really expect to see that autoplay when I woke the computer up this morning,” Ben snorted into his plate of eggs, “Which one was it?” “Something called Anal Punisher 3.” “Don’t know what you’re complaining about, that’s a good one.” His eyes twinkled teasingly and he poked his tongue out as you sat in front of your own plate. “I’m sure it is.” You chuckled, able to see the funny side now that you weren’t staring directly at close up of a porn stars arsehole, “Just not when I’m trying to check my emails on our shared desktop.” “As if you’ve never had a cheeky wank at that computer.” “That’s what I have a laptop for,” You laughed again, shaking your head. “Alright, fair play. I only left it up cause you got home early last night and I had to, um, clean up.” You rolled your eyes at the flimsy excuse. “And if you don’t want me watching Anal Punisher 3 then maybe you should let me punish your anal....arse....fuck, you know what I mean.” It was your turn to snort into your breakfast, Ben’s clumsy attempt at seduction nearly making you inhale the scrambled eggs. When you finally got yourself under control you said, “I don’t care if you watch it, just shut it down when you’re finished.” “Sorry love,” “But y’know, if you did want to anal arse fuck me tonight I wouldn’t say no.” Ben’s eyes lit up in excitement. He’d either not heard the joke you’d made at his expense or decided it wasn’t worth bringing up if the possibility of anal was on the table, “Serious?” “Serious. I’ll even put my plug in when I get dressed so we don’t have to spend as much time on foreplay.” “If I hadn’t already married you, I’d propose on the spot.”

But by the time Ben got home he seemed more interested in just cuddling on the couch. You’d done as you said you would and worn your plug all day, constantly thinking about what would happen later that night. Right up until Ben stepped inside yawning, when you snuck off to the bathroom to remove it, realising your plans were unlikely to go ahead. You’d half expected him to fall asleep on the couch after dinner but evidently, some part of him still wanted you. He tapped his thigh and beckoned you towards him, pulling you down so he could hold you close and kiss your shoulder. Soon enough that cuddling had turned to making out, you straddling his lap as you kissed him deeply, his large hands pulling you into him, stroking whatever bare skin he could find. Without thinking you dragged your fingers through his hair. He hummed in response so you did it again, your fingers creating small, firm circles against his scalp, drawing random patterns there as you focused on keeping your lips on his and your tongues entwined. Ben made soft pleased sounds as your fingers kept up their movement, almost moaning at the sensation. You could feel him getting harder under you as you carefully rocked your hips. “Benny?” “Huh?” His hands had begun to roam more, moving down to your arse, grabbing and squeezing as he pulled you against him. “Kinda got me excited here honey. Might wanna stop if you’re too tired to carry through,” “What?” He seemed nearly dazed, not properly comprehending what you were saying. You shifted your hand to his chest, drawing small circles with your finger, “I mean I’ve been thinking about you fucking me all day anyway.” “Think?” “Exactly, thinking about our conversation this morning. Remember? Anal Punisher 3?” “Anal?” It was still a question but there was a tone of excitement behind the dopey confusion. “You said you wanted to.... I kinda really want you to.” “Mmmm,” “I mean I get it if you’re too tired,” you said softly, stroking your palms over his biceps, “but I’m up for it now if you are. So, do you still want to?” “Mmhmm,” but as keen as he sounded, Ben didn’t seem inclined to move to the bedroom or even to begin to undress you. He was too caught up in feeling you up and trying to kiss you again. “Don’t you want me Benny?” He was slow to react, eyes still shut as he nodded, speech flowing like treacle “Want - you.” “You can have me.” You had to lean back to stop him from kissing you again. As much as you liked making out, you were getting eager for more and wanted to know where he was at. He nodded again, not seeming to hear you, and then, when he couldn’t immediately locate your lips again, opened his eyes. It reminded you of the time a few friends had dragged you and Ben to a hypnotists show. None of your group had been pulled on stage to experience the hypnotic powers the man claimed to have, but those who had been had all worn similar expressions to Ben. Eyes heavy lidded and almost glazed over and when they’d gone back to their seats you’d noticed that they seemed a bit dazed and confused. You’d not seen Ben look like that before. Well, maybe a bit dazed after you gave him a proper good blow job, but nothing to this extent. Not even when you edged him repeatedly. He tended to get whiny and loud rather than glassy eyed and dopey. Usually more talkative too, begging or moaning your name. This was something new.

Curiously, you stoked his hair back off his face and asked him how he felt, tugging lightly on the ends that reached the back of his neck. “Good,” he sighed softly, “Kiss?” You couldn’t deny him that when he’d asked so cutely, so you leaned in to kiss him again, letting him draw you in deeply for a moment. When the chance arose you let your lips slip from his, kissing along his jaw until you reached his ear, “What else do you want?” Ben hummed softly and then said, “Arse.” It was unusual for Ben to be so monosyllabic. Even when he was super horny and desperate for you, he could generally get most of a coherent sentence out. Nothing that would win any literary awards of course, but enough so you knew what he meant. “What do you mean Benny?” “Ummm....arse.....cock.” It sounded like it had been a struggle for him to even think of the two words he wanted but you couldn’t help but giggle, “Does that mean you want to fuck me?” “Yeah,” “Okay baby. But you have to do everything I say, understand?” Ben nodded. “Can you do what I say Benny? Be a good boy and follow my instructions?” He nodded again, “Yes. Please.” You kissed him once more, trying not to laugh too much, and then scooted off his lap. Ben whined as soon as the physical contact was broken. “If you want my arse we gotta move to the bedroom,” He frowned as if he didn’t quite understand but let you take his hand all the same and followed you to the bedroom.

Ben’s hands began to wander again when you stopped to open your bedroom door, grasping your hips and then dropping lower to rest against your behind. It was hard to ignore the tingle the light contact sent through you but you bit down on your rising need as you turned and grasped Ben’s hands, “Gotta wait for that Benny. Just a little longer.” You stepped back towards the bed and Ben smiled dopily as you pulled him along. “I mean I’m ready but not all the way. But if you help get me lubed up you can fuck my arse for as long as you want.” It was like a light turned on inside Ben’s mind. His eyes still had that unfocused look but they were wider and he was nodding enthusiastically. “You gonna undress me or should I start for you?” You laughed and when he didn’t immediately move you began pulling your shirt off over your head, too eager to wait. You reached behind you to unclasp your bra, “C’mon Benny. Help me out.” Ben blinked twice before he seemed to understand but was soon offering his help, pulling the bra from your arms, gently cupping your breasts as he revealed them, thumbs falling into a familiar rhythm rubbing back and forth over your nipples. Still moving slowly, Ben leaned in and kissed your throat, humming in response as you pressed your chest into his hands and sighed contentedly. But he clearly had something else on his mind because soon enough his hands fell, fingers picking at the waistband of your leggings. Indulging him you quickly shed your pants, turning so he could see the thing he really wanted as you stripped off the final layer of clothing. Ben watched intently as you wiggled your hips teasingly and eked the waistband of your knickers down a few inches. And then something changed.

You felt it in the air, a shift in energy, but even that wasn’t enough to prepare you as Ben growled and lunged forward, his hands tight on your waist as he lifted you onto the bed, barely giving you time to settle on your hands and knees before he dived in behind you. All you could manage was to gasp his name as he rushed to tear your underpants down your thighs. But your surprise at his sudden movement doubled as he spread your cheeks and buried his face between them. He’d licked you like that once or twice but only when he’d been eating your pussy and teasingly snuck his tongue elsewhere as you tried to recover from your orgasm. This was entirely different.

It felt similar to the vaguely tickly sensation he made you feel when he was helping you relax before a round of anal, when he would tease you with light strokes from his fingers until you were shivering and wanting more. But there was more heat to it. His breath hot and his tongue wet as he traced your hole. You felt like you’d been completely lit up from within, like he’d suddenly discovered a hundred more nerve endings than he usually hit. And adding to all the physical sensations of Ben’s fingers holding you open and his mouth exploring your darkest nooks, was the feeling of doing something properly filthy. You’d felt the same when you and Ben first tried anal, completely depraved at enjoying something so taboo. That feeling had lessened as you did it more, your enjoyment then stemming from Ben’s improved skills more than the act itself. But with your head against the sheets and your arse in the air you remembered why you’d liked feeling so downright dirty. It only heightened your desire and made every caress of Ben’s tongue sweeter.

Of course, best of all was just how into Ben was. You wondered how he could possibly be breathing when every second seemed to be taken up with moans and groans as he feasted on you. The noises started softly as he tantalized you with hard licks against your arsehole and the surrounding area. But as his tongue explored deeper, as he pressed into you, making your arse feel slick and hot with his drool and making your pussy throb, he got louder. He seemed to enjoy you more and more, as if he’d never eaten anything as satisfying in his life. That was enough to have you shaking. You were already wet from grinding against him on the couch but the ways he was touching you and how thoroughly he was enjoying it had you positively soaked. “Finger me Benny,” you gasped, trying to maintain some of the control you’d intended to have. Ben did as you asked, never able to deny you what you craved, but it wasn’t up to his usual standard. His fingers weren’t as deft as normal, moving awkwardly and out of time. It was as if his fingers were trying to work off of muscle memory alone, his mind too consumed with something else to take any notice of your cunt. With a needy whine you clumsily disentangled one fist from the sheets and batted Ben’s hand out of the way, replacing it with your own. Ben didn’t make any indication that he’d noticed you start touching yourself, except to tighten his grip on your arse, holding you firmly as you began to writhe against your fingers. He happily went back to gripping a cheek in each hand, pulling them wide to give himself better access to your arsehole. It seemed that wearing your plug had been a good idea because Ben found it easy to press his tongue into you, licking around and making your muscles tighten before withdrawing and sinking in again. And that stimulation plus your own fingers in your cunt made you moan wantonly into the bedding. Ben answered with his own long, loud moan of desire, sending a shiver along your spine. It was enough to tip you over the edge, your fingers massaging a spot within you as Ben rapidly tongued your hole.

You rode out your high before letting your fingers slip back to tangle in the sheets once more, but Ben showed no signs of stopping. He might very well have kept up the intoxicating performance all night if you hadn’t whined his name. Even that wasn’t enough to make him stop entirely, just slow down and hum. “Ben? Benny?” you gasped, as he readjusted his grip on you, “You gonna fuck me or what?” Ben groaned as if he didn’t want to stop tasting you but wanted to move on to other things as well. And you were on the verge of instructing him to get the lube when you felt his fingers. He reached under you, two digits carefully tracing along your cunt, sliding through the creamy evidence of your earlier orgasm. He didn’t break contact, his fingers just as softly sliding along your crack and up to your arsehole. And then they were pushing against the ring of muscle. Usually he’d take his time applying lube but he seemed too lost in the moment to remember it. You didn’t mind too much though. Lube might have made it a touch more comfortable but wearing the plug had helped loosen you up and Ben had thoroughly coated everything with his saliva and your own cum. His fingers breached you moderately easily, making you shiver and whine at the feeling of being filled again. “God it’s a good thing we do this a lot,” you half sighed, half laughed into the sheets, as Ben’s fingers sank another inch into you. Ben’s only response was to lean forward and lick around where his fingers were penetrating you, humming happily as he did so.

Ben seemed inclined to spend just as long fingering you as he did licking you, but the way his fingers moved inside you quickly had you worked up and eager for more. “God Ben. You’re hard right?” Ben only pumped his fingers into you faster but you took it as a yes. "So fuck me already. Please Benny,” It came out whinier than you’d expected so you cleared your throat and tried a proper demand, “I need your cock in my arse now Ben.” You weren’t sure it would be enough to get Ben’s attention. He seemed too engrossed in fingering you to even hear what you were saying. But thankfully, something broke through his blinders. Suddenly, his fingers disappeared. It was followed by the sound of his pants coming down and then you felt the head of his cock against your back entrance. “Wait,” You gasped, “Wait. Lube.” Ben repeated the word lube in a grunt, shifting hips slightly so he could run his shaft along your soaked cunt. You felt him between your lips, as if he were teasing you, sliding back and forth, coating his length in your juices. A moment later, he returned to your other hole, his hands on your hips to pull your arse back onto him. Ben let out a satisfied groan as he sank into you but you were panting roughly, almost seeing stars with how good it felt to finally be filled the way you wanted to be. Once or twice your breath hitched, the discomfort of his size pushing into you exacerbated by the lack of proper lube. But it wasn’t enough to truly bother, certainly not enough to stop. The fact that just seeing your arse had made Ben snap into an animalistic, almost feral demeanour had made you impossibly horny. And you were desperate for him to fuck you properly now he was fully sheathed in your arsehole’s tight embrace. Ben moaned at the feeling, vocalising your own desire. And then he said something. “What was that Benny?” you asked, unable to comprehend him. “Fuck....arse......hngggg.....arse.....” he said though you were sure you were missing something. But as nonsensical as it was it was still hot. Knowing Ben was so desperate for this, for you, knowing you could make him babble incomprehensibly. It was insanely hot. And then he began to fuck you. You whined and brought your hand to your pussy again, finding your clit, though Ben’s frantic thrusts made it hard to keep the contact consistent.

You screamed when you came, voice tearing out of your throat as Ben roughly pounded into you, his hips almost bruising hard against your arse. It was nearly impossible for you to breathe under so much pleasure and you panted for air as the orgasm subsided. But Ben was still going, still thrusting into you furiously, grunting with the effort as he neared his own release. You gasped his name and told him to cum, trying to not get swept away by the feeling of his cock moving inside you, wanted him to keep going almost as much as you wanted to feel his semen warm you from the inside out, and drip out of you. Your request was enough to make him shudder to a halt, his hands squeezing your hips tightly as he released himself with a groan. He thrust a few more times and your limbs gave out. You felt them wobble and then collapse under you, Ben’s body pressing you into the mattress as he sank down too, still trying to fuck you.

It took you saying his name twice before he stopped though he made a reluctant sort of a sound when he realised he had to pull out. “Well if you didn’t fuck me so well you probably could have gone on a bit longer,” you laughed as he, somewhat grudgingly, pushed himself to his feet. With a satisfied groan you rolled over and stretched your arm out to grab Ben’s hand so you could pull him onto the bed too. He lay on his front, sighing as his head fell into the crook of your neck, his body resting almost entirely over yours. You were half being crushed by his weight but you enjoyed it. It was comforting and warm and you softly drew your hands over his back as you caught your breath properly. Ben was quiet as he lay there until, some ten minutes later, he suddenly pushed himself to his knees, blinking at you. His eyes still had a vaguely unfocused appearance but the more he blinked the more normal he seemed. “Are you okay?” He asked slowly. You laughed and nodded, “More than okay. Lie back down, I’m too tired to sit up.” He compiled with your request, lowering himself again but this time on his back, “I have no idea what just came over me, babe.” With a sigh you shifted to your side, propping your head up on one hand, “What do you mean?” “All I know is I saw your arse and just needed it, more than anything else, more than air, I just wanted you.” “Gotta admit, it was a little unexpected,” you lay your palm on Ben’s chest, his skin still flushed and warm to the touch, “But ummmm, definitely didn’t hate it.” His hand landed gently on top of yours, holding you against his heart, “Did I use any lube at all?” “Only spit and my cum.” “Fucking hell. Are you sure you’re okay?” “It’s fine Benny. If I’d needed anything else I would have made you stop. If I’m honest....kind of made it hotter.” “Babe!” “Not in a weird way! I’m not going to let you get away without lube all the time.” You laughed, “Just knowing you wanted me so badly was nice.” “I always want you badly.” You patted Ben’s chest softly, your heart fluttering, “Does that mean you’d want to eat my arse again another time?” “You liked it?” “Well you were very thorough.” Ben groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes which just made you laugh again. “I did enjoy it,” you said softly, deciding to put him out of his misery, “Wasn’t necessarily expecting it but it felt really good.” “Well that’s something. I still don’t understand what just happened though.” “What’s that saying...Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?”

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seita · 4 years ago

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— live now: redlove | eijirou kirishima (m.)

pairing: eijirou kirishima/reader ft. katsuki bakugou.

genre: fluff, smut, pwp

wordcount: 𝟷𝟼𝟹𝟽

cw: cam couple!au, prohero!bakugou, established relationship

tags: voyeurism (bakugou’s pov), dirty talk, masturbation, humilation/degredation, begging, light praise, rough sex, doggy style, choking, hair pulling, light spanking, baku has a crush

note: i have no excuses for this lmao. i was originally gonna make this into a fic where bakugou joins u nd kiri but,,,i kind of want to make this like a series or something????

— bakugou enjoys porn. especially live cam porn. he discovers the cam couple redlove and is immediately smitten.

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next. the lottery: redlove ⇨

Bakugou watched porn. Just like every other guy on the planet. He enjoyed it, especially since as a pro-hero, he didn’t have the opportunity to get into sustainable relationships. He was the #2 hero so finding himself someone who wanted him because he was Katsuki Bakugou and not Ground Zero was near impossible.

So, he turned to porn. Sounds sad now that he thought about it but truthfully, he never thought twice about it. It was just the way things were.

More specifically, he had an interest in cam porn. The live stream kind. He couldn’t quite pinpoint why that was ― there was just something alluring about watching porn live.

Usually, he stuck to solo girl content, every once in a while he’d venture to the male side. It was only recently, however, that he discovered the booming community of couples cams.

Watching couples have sex live was even more enticing than watching men and woman masturbate or watching amateur porn. It seemed so intimate, watching these couples together. Almost forbidden.

And he was sure that was exactly what made him cum so hard every single time. He liked watching these couples have sex, feeling like he was seeing something he wasn’t supposed to.

Many times, he’d stroke his cock to the idea of being humiliated by a couple as he watched them together. Filthy thoughts and words filtered into his mind, his eyes closed as he panted to the idea. They’d call him disgusting, a pig for getting hard watching ― how only a slut would act as lewd as he did. Maybe they’d shame him; #2 pro hero Ground Zero a pathetic whore.

It wasn’t until one night, he laid in bed browsing the couple’s livestreams on his favorite website, he discovered one couple that immediately caught his eye. The thumbnail showed a redheaded guy with spiky hair sitting on the edge of the bed with a pretty girl with marvelously smooth skin sat behind him with her arms wrapped around his shoulders. The young man’s hair color must have been the inspiration behind their channel name: redlove. He could only assume they had just started the stream and were looking at comments when the picture set.

The stream was titled “We had a long day”. Bakugou couldn’t help but scoff at such a title, it was hardly enticing. Most streams had things like ‘watch me squirt until i cry!!!’ or “he makes my pussy hurt so good” or some other cringy shit. He would have been tempted to scroll past but he couldn’t deny just how attractive the couple was. Not to say there weren’t attractive people doing cam porn, no he’d seen his fair share of beautiful women and handsome men.

But redlove were stunning together. They looked like a perfect match, he could tell just by how you were holding him that just oozed affection for the redhead.

Another thing that caught the blonde’s eye was the view count: most cammers had in the double digits ― 20 or 30 viewers. Every once in a while he’d catch a particularly popular cammer and see a few hundred but it had never exceeded 200. So the live view count, the number of people watching them at that exact moment, was currently displayed on redlove’s stream link had him baffled.

Edging on 800 viewers. Sitting at 782.

It was clear the two of you were immensely popular. There had to be a good reason.

Curious and thoroughly intrigued, he tapped the screen of his phone to get into their stream.

It took a moment to buffer, all the activity with the chat making it lag a bit. When it finally finished loading, Bakugou felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs. His cock was immediately hard, straining against his boxers.

It was clear the two of you had been streaming for a while, judging by the fucked out blissful look on your face. Sweat glistened on your skin in the illuminating light of your bedroom.

You were on your hands and knees, your redheaded boyfriend on his knees behind you on a messed up bed, a pillow nearby that Bakugou assumed had been used to prop your hips up at one point. Your hair was wrapped tightly in his fist, using it for leverage as he hammered his cock into what Bakugou could only imagine was an absolutely dripping wet cunt.

The sounds you made were downright sinful, your lips swollen from no doubt kissing and biting. The redhead grunted suddenly, jerking you up onto your knees so your back was pressed against his chest. Bakugou couldn’t resist reaching down to palm his aching cock, throbbing and painful from neglect.

Your boyfriend groaned, glancing at the camera, “Everyone’s got a good view of your little cunt now, huh?” he growled moving his grip from your hair to your throat, “You like that, I can feel you squeezing me at the thought of all these people watching your pussy stretch on my cock. You’re stuffed so fuckin’ full you can barely stand it, isn’t that right?”

Bakugou couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene. The4 dominance the redhead exuded rivaled his own and the way you so easily fell submissively to him was beautiful. There was so much trust in you ― knowing your boyfriend would take good care of you. Bakugou’s heart ached ever so slightly at the idea ― it was clear your relationship was a good one. It was something the pro hero would never hope to have himself.

You didn’t respond, your eyes rolling back in your head before closing. Your mouth was open, no sounds escaping due to the tight grip the redhead had on your throat. Your head rolled back to rest on his shoulder, legs spread to let him fuck your hole with everything he had. Your weight was braced completely on him, your partner dutifully supporting your body as you let him have his way.

With his free hand, he palmed your breast, pinching your nipple harshly to make you keen. Bakugou felt his cock throb at the sound. It was so whiny, pathetic. You were so completely submissive and at the mercy of your boyfriend. And you were loving every second of it.

Bakugou couldn’t deny he enjoyed witnessing it himself.

Your cunt was stretched wide, the HD camera giving spectacular quality to the way your juices dripped down the length plunging into your body. It dripped off of his balls and down your thighs. So fucking messy.

The redhead’s cock was big, something Bakugou himself could even feel envious of despite his own well-endowed size. Your cunt was tight, no doubt requiring a good amount of preparation to take him. He wondered if you enjoyed the stinging burn of pain when you took the cock. The blonde made a mental note to check out your part streams later.

“Gonna...gonna cum,” you gasped, warning your boyfriend.

He scoffed, sounding annoyed, “Do it then. I don’t give a shit.”

“Please, can’t!” you sobbed, finally opening your eyes to look up at him. He wore a cocky grin, knowing your pleasure laid in his hands.

“Why?” he teased, abandoning his hold on your breast to travel down the soft skin of your stomach, pausing right above where you needed him, “You need me to touch your little clit, hm? Is that what it is?”

You nodded desperately, grinding your hips down every time he sunk his cock into you, hoping to get more than you were being given, “Please!”

“Alright,” he sighed, pressing a kiss against your temple. The gesture was oddly soft and intimate in comparison to the harsh, punishing pace of his cock, “You had a long day. I’ll be nice. You better thank me for making this greedy little cunt cum.”

Finally, his fingers reached your swollen clit. A couple practiced circles over the bud had you tumbling over the edge. Bakugou gripped his cock through the material of his boxers as he watched you tremble and moan as the redhead fucked you through the high.

Letting out a sob at the overstimulation when your boyfriend still didn’t stop when you came down, you choked out, “Th-Thank you!”

“Good girl,” your boyfriend grinned, letting you fall back into your original position with your face buried in the blankets. The redhead tossed his head back, gripping your hips as he fucked into you, chasing his own orgasm. He laid a few harsh slaps against your ass, making you whimper, flinching at the impact but not running from it. Bakugou could hear the sharp sound of his hand making contact with your skin. Now that you had cum, the redhead let himself go.

And he did. Your boyfriend let out a groan of pleasure, announcing his release. He didn’t pull out, pouring his hot cum into your overstimulated cunt.

Bakugou’s cock throbbed once, twice before he was spilling a load of hot cum into his boxers. The white cum oozed through the fibers as his thighs trembled.

When he came back to himself, he looked at the screen to find you had curled up on your side with a dreamy smile aimed at your boyfriend, Bakugou couldn’t help but smile at the screen at how cute you looked. He moved towards the camera with a grin, having already pulled out.

“Thanks for watchin’!” that was all he said before the screen went dark and bold white letters flashed over the screen that said ‘this stream has ended.’

Bakugou’s attention moved to the chat, checking to see what was being talked about.

The comment that caught his eye was, “Eijirou and ______ are literally the power couple of porn.”

Bakugou sighed. Eijirou and ______.

The names of his new favorite cam couple.

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fruitcoops · 4 years ago

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Could we please have a prequel to the praise kink fic? Because i really want to know why were Sirius and Remus not together and what did Remus send him. I really need context

I was hoping somebody would ask for this!! The aforementioned fic is here for any curious souls (18+ please) and SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for spicy texts (not exactly nudes), and smutty feelings with nothing explicit

The bus went over a bump and Sirius winced as his shins knocked against the back of the seat in front of him, connecting with the metal brace inside. “Fuck.”

“You sure you don’t want to switch?” James asked next to him. Sirius glanced down at the veritable wall of gear and empty snack bags between them, then back to James in disbelief. He shrugged, then set his headphones back over his ears. “Worth a shot.”

“Merde,” Sirius hissed as a pothole nearly took off his kneecap. He gritted his teeth and readjusted, drawing his legs closer to his chest. I want to be home, he thought, allowing himself an internal moment to whine.

He checked his phone—not even ten in the morning. It was a Saturday, so Remus would probably just be rolling out of bed, still sleepy and soft with his hair sticking up like a disgruntled cat’s. Sirius sighed heavily and stared out the window at the small town rolling past in the distance; there was little he wouldn’t give to be back with him instead of on the way to a full week of conferences.

“Why did we have to win the Cup?” he grumbled.

James lifted one side of his headphones. “What?”

“Nothing.”

It wasn’t like they had had much time to themselves before that, either—Sirius’ schedule was packed with interviews that felt more like interrogations, and Remus had been running the PT department mostly by himself while Moody took a well-deserved vacation. They were dead on their feet every night, worked to the bone with little energy left to do more than cuddle and fall asleep. Still, Sirius was grateful for every second of it.

He waited ten more minutes before giving in.

New Message To: Re

Bonjour mon loup <3

There was no immediate response, which made sense, though he was a little bit disappointed. Sirius closed his eyes and tried to make himself relax; it would be at least another six hours before they arrived at their destination, and the bad weather gathering overhead didn’t bode well for quick travel.

His phone buzzed gently and he scrambled to answer. Don’t be Reg, don’t be Reg, don’t be Reg—

New Message From: Re

Morning love!

Thanks for the bagels <3

“Fuck yes,” Sirius said under his breath. The bagels had been a last-minute decision as he crept through the house in the early hours of the morning after carefully detaching himself from Remus with a final half-asleep farewell kiss. There was no guarantee he would remember breakfast with everything going on, so Sirius figured it was a safe bet to toast them and leave them on the countertop before heading out.

Message To: Re

Pas de problem

Sleep well?

Message From: Re

Decent

Missed you :(

Sirius rested his temple against the cold window with a soft sound. He hated leaving at different times, but that was just how their life worked at the moment.

Message To: Re

Missed you too <3

Three small dots appeared for a long moment before vanishing without a trace just as his heart rate began picking up. Where’d you go? he almost wondered aloud. Something bumped his arm and James raised a quizzical brow. “Loops,” Sirius said by way of explanation.

“I figured. He okay?”

“I think so? He just…disappeared on me.” Sirius was well-aware of how plaintive he sounded—James’ teasing smile was completely unnecessary.

“Aw, Cap,” he laughed, reaching over to mess with his beanie until Sirius slapped his hand away. “It’s alright, buddy, it’s just a couple days.”

Sirius jammed his hat back on his head and flicked James on the unprotected bit of his ear, making him yelp. “Fuck off, I know you’ll be a mess as soon as Lily FaceTimes with my godson.”

“He has a name, you know.”

“Sorry. You’ll be a mess as soon as she FaceTimes with Pocket Pots, who happens to be my godson.”

James rolled his eyes. “I regret giving you that title.”

“Nah, you don’t.”

As if on cue, his phone lit up again; Sirius ignored James’ snickering as he quickly unlocked it.

New Message From: Re

When will you be at the hotel?

“That’s it?” he muttered.

Message To: Re

That was a lot of typing for one sentence

6-7 hrs, if the weather holds

Why?

Message From: Re

Sorry lmao Reg came in for a bit

Just curious :) Keep me updated?

Message To: Re

Will do <3

Tell Reg he needs to wash his sheets. It’s been over a month.

A small thumbs-up emoji was his only answer, and he tried not to be too bummed. Remus liked having things to do; sitting there and texting Sirius while he slowly got further and further away was probably not his preferred way to spend a morning. With a sigh that was likely a bit too dramatic for the situation he was in, Sirius faced the window once more and buckled in for a long ride.

He chatted off and on with the others when they stopped for lunch, but everyone was exhausted from the combination of a packed week and an early morning. Even Talker stayed fairly quiet, and James kept his headphones on for most of the trip.

Sirius finally succumbed to his tiredness and put some music on, then dozed for an hour or three while they traveled through yet another field. A few halfhearted calls of “cows” made their way around the bus, though nobody seemed particularly enthused about being packed in with double the gear due to a broken storage compartment. Donuts and gas station coffee could only do so much.

“Just crossed the state border,” Arthur called from the front of the bus as Sirius tried to ignore the cramping in his thighs. Three hours. Just three more.

His music was interrupted by a soft jingle alert and he pulled his phone out, hoping against hope that Regulus hadn’t caused a fire anywhere. It was unlikely given the…well, everything about him, but with Sirius’ luck it could happen.

New Message From: Re

How far?

Message To: Re

About 3 hrs. Ran into some detours

Good day?

Remus remained silent on the other end and Sirius frowned. That was rather rude, and highly unusual. Between the two of them, Remus was the one who kept conversations going past the initial question to be answered.

Message From: Re

Attachment: 1 Image

Love you! Call me when you get there : )

Sirius opened the attachment and almost threw his phone in utter shock. Skin. Bare skin everywhere, its smooth edges broken up only by tight black fabric that may as well have been painted onto the curve of Remus’ ass. “Oh my god,” he whimpered, voice barely audible even to his own ears. It had been taken in their bedroom mirror; Remus looked over his shoulder, and Sirius caught the corner of a devious smirk on his lips. “Oh, you fucker.”

Message From: Re

Thoughts? They’re cozy

Message To: Re

Did you miss the part where I said three (3) hours

Message From: Re

Nope

Second one is a guessing game and u get a prize if u get it right : )

The second photograph was more zoomed-in than the first and Sirius wracked his brain, running through his mental catalogue of Remus’ body to figure out the answer. It did absolutely nothing to calm the situation in his pants.

He had no idea what the promised prize was, but anticipation made his hands shake slightly as he carefully scanned the picture. The shadows caught it at an odd angle—it wasn’t the steady slopes of his face or neck, nor was it the strong curve of a shoulder. Not enough freckles, either, he thought.

A lightbulb lit in the back of his mind.

Message To: Re

Right hip

Another thought connected half a second later.

Holy fuck you took them off

Is that my prize?

Re?

Remus Lupin I swear to god

TEXT ME BACK

Message From: Re

Bingo!

Christ you’re impatient, I was gone for like 2 mins

He chanced a look toward Pots, whose head lolled to the side as he snored.

Message To: Re

Hey quick question why are you like this

It’s a good thing Pots is out cold bc this bus is too small to hide anything

Message From: Re

Haha sux to be you

Sirius’ cheeks heated with a whole cocktail of different emotions as he furiously typed a response.

Message To: Re

‘Sux to be you’???

Are you 13 yrs old????

Message From: Re

Do you want your prize or not u horndog

Message To: Re

YOU MADE ME THIS WAY

He took a deep breath through his nose and flexed his fingers.

Yes please

A simple smiley face—Sirius would never see those things the same—popped up, followed by an audio file. He triple-checked that his headphones were plugged in before tapping ‘play’ with an unsteady thumb.

His face went very, very hot before all the blood went straight to his groin and he closed his eyes, covering his mouth with his hand. Breathy sounds came through the heavy earphones, a little more crackly than they would be in-person; he heard Remus’ gasp catch in his throat and crossed his legs as best he could in the too-small seat, torn between thanking and cursing any higher power. He could practically see Remus’ face in his mind’s eye as the noises continued, intermixed with fragments of desperate words.

The file came to an end after what felt like the blink of an eye and a hundred years, and Sirius did not look away from the violently red seat cushion in front of him for a long moment as his brain came back online. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so turned on.

He took a few deep breaths, though it did nothing to erase the poorly-muffled whines that still rang between his ears like church bells. Sirius huffed and turned to grab his waterbottle out of his duffel, only to make direct eye contact with Finn across the aisle.

Sirius froze.

Finn grinned.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he hissed, too low to wake James but just loud enough to carry over the four feet separating them. Finn’s smile widened. “Stop it. Stop it right now.”

“How’s Loops?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“That good, huh?”

“O’Hara, I swear to god—”

“Oh, is Cap spilling secrets?” Kasey asked, poking his head over the back of the seat.

Finn opened his mouth, but the force of Sirius’ glare must have been enough to at least intimidate him a little, because he shook his head. The smug Cheshire grin remained. “Nah, just having a chat about our plans when we get home.”

Kasey groaned. “You’re a lucky man, O’Hara. Both your people get to come with you. Nat sent me a promise, like, twenty minutes ago and I can’t stop thinking about it. I won’t be available tonight from six to eight if anyone was wondering.”

“Did she really?” Finn looked back to Sirius, who bit the inside of his cheek and tried to keep his cool. Two and a half hours, and then he would be safe. Just two and a half more hours.

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moldisgoodforyou · 4 years ago

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james and julia

this is for u james anon :) also let’s hope the tags work this time lmao

___

“What’s up with the boys lately?” Julia asked Sophie after a stall in their conversation over ice cream. The six of them hung out occasionally, mainly when they went out, and Sophie loved the way they all fit together so seamlessly. She easily fit in with the boys and Rafe could hold his own hanging with the girls (probably thanks to his sisters), so it was no surprise that all of them together was always a fun time.

“Hmm. Nothing special, really...oh, James is getting back to dating. I did a complete overhaul of his Tinder the other day.” Sophie told her.

“Back to dating?” Julia cocked her head.

“Yeah, and his girlfriend broke up after three years a few months ago. Something about her not being able to handle long distance anymore, I don’t know. He took it pretty hard. Obviously.”

“Poor guy.” She commented, sitting back in her seat, thinking.

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and my idiot boyfriend suggested he needed to get over her by getting laid.”

Julia snorted. “Lovely.”

“Right? Anyways, James went on a date after like a month and I’m pretty sure he came home and was miserable for a straight week, so I’m glad he’s kind of moving on. I don’t think the guys ever really liked her, but you know how stubborn people can be about high school relationships.”

______

After that conversation, Julia swiped through her Tinder that night, more purposeful than ever. It didn’t take long for James’ profile to pop up, and they two matched right away. She sent him a teasing message - funny seeing you here - then immediately cringed at her choice of words. James replied with an equally teasing tone, and the two texted for a while that night - and two nights following.

The group all went out that weekend and there was an awkward tension between Julia and James, but Sophie couldn’t quite place why. Instead of being the class clowns of the group like normal, they were both unusually quiet, not really contributing to conversations. When Sophie leaned over to Rafe, whispering her observation, he furrowed his brow, not having noticed a single thing.

“I’m gonna go get another drink, anyone want something?” Julia asked at the end of the night, raising her empty cup. “Yeah, I’ll come with you.” James stepped up, following her through the crowd to the bar. After they both ordered their drinks, standing shoulder-to-shoulder so they could fit in the tightly packed space, he broke the silence first. “So.”

“So.” Julia echoed, raising her eyebrows.

“Can I take you out?”

“That’s awfully forward of you.” She commented, smirking.

“Sorry, out of practice.” He offered a cheeky grin back. “Dinner tomorrow night? At that Mexican place on ninth, I’ll pick you up.”

“Sophie’s gonna kill me.”

“That’s not an answer.” James nudged her arm with his elbow playfully, sliding cash across the bar to pay for both their drinks. “And Rafe will probably kill me too, but hey, at least we’ll go down together.”

Julia hid her smile in her cup as she took a quick gulp, more for confidence than anything. “Or we could get out of here now. It’d probably take them a while to notice...”

“Now who’s being forward?” He smirked, then glanced over to where their friends were, blissfully unaware. “We’ll have to -”

“Go out the front, I know. Yours or mine?” She grinned, taking another long drink and willing herself not to shudder at the cheap vodka.

“Mine, I’m closer.” He knocked back the rest of his beer, then offered his hand. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.” Julia nodded, accepting his hand. “I still want that date though.”

He laughed as he leaned closer, making her shiver as his lips brushed against her ear. “You got it.”

Meanwhile, Rafe and Sophie were starting to get suspicious. “What do you think they’re so held up for?” She asked, pulling out her phone to text both of them separately. Rafe shrugged. “Friday night, we know it’s always packed here.”

“Ahh.” Sophie nodded in recognition, showing the group her phone with individual texts from each of them with a half-assed reply about meeting someone. Allie grinned. “You think it was that guy on Tinder she keeps texting?”

“Maybe. Wait, is this the first time -?”

“Hell yeah it is.” Rafe grinned, high-fiving Colin and Sophie rolled her eyes. “Well, good for him, I guess. Hope it’s a nice girl.”

_____

The next night, both Julia and James were getting ready for their date at their respective houses. Julia had refused to spill any details, claiming ‘a lady doesn’t kiss and tell’ when Sophie begged for the story. Colin and Rafe had snagged a few cupcakes and spare gel icing from the house chef, eloquently writing Congarts on the Sex - misspelling and all - as a present for James. He had laughed and snapped a photo, but didn’t tell much, just that it was a fun night and she left right after.

“Skirt or the jeans?” Julia held up both options with her turtleneck sweater, glancing in her closet for shoe choices.

“Depends on what sweater you’re going to wear.” Sophie stood and started rifling through her closet, shaking her head as she pushed multiple hangers over.

“What do you mean! This sweater is fine!”

“Yeah, for church, not a date with someone who’s already seen you naked!” She retorted, pulling out a v-neck sweater instead and a sleek leather skirt. “You want this, with the white boots. Trust me.”

“You’re the worst.” Julia grumbled, but took the clothes and changed anyways. “Should I curl my hair?”

“Hm...no. Not worth the effort. Are you planning on hooking up with this mystery man again tonight, do I have to go to Rafe’s?” Sophie handed her a lipstick to match the outfit.

“Um - uh, probably not -” Julia stuttered, racking her brain for a solution. “You know, when was the last time you two went out?”

“We went out last night.” She raised her eyebrows. “Are you nervous?”

“Going out with all of us doesn’t count. I meant on a date.” Julia took a breath, pleased with her distraction, and smoothed the color over her lips.

“Um...” Sophie trailed off, thinking. “A couple weeks, I guess, I’ve been busy. Where are you going, Rafe and I will go and stake out the date for you.” She grinned. “We’ll be subtle, I promise.”

“You and Rafe have like half an ounce of subtlety between you two, combined.” Julia snorted. “Make him take you to that new restaurant, the one that was in the student paper.”

Sophie thought it over for a moment, her smile faltering. “It’s kind of expensive.”

“Your ability to forget your boyfriend is rich is impressive.”

“Jules.”

“I’m serious! Plus he gets so excited when he can take you out, it’s kind of adorable.” She pressed. “It’s not like you’re doing anything else tonight.”

“Yeah, he kind of does.” Sophie agreed - Rafe loved spoiling her as often as possible, even though she was still getting used to it. “Can I at least get his name?”

Julia had prepared for this question, at least. “It’s Jack, and no, you don’t know him.”

“Ugh, a J name.” Sophie shuddered jokingly, shooting a text to Rafe.

“Yeah, his only downfall.” Julia laughed, albeit a little forced as she thought of the main reason the two of them were probably doomed.

___

Meanwhile, Rafe was hyping James up for his date, blasting rap music way too loud as he ironed his clothes for him. (“Because no one fucking appreciates a well-pressed pant around here,” Rafe had argued, snatching James’ wrinkled clothes out of his hands.) “You kind of did things backward with all this.”

James shrugged. “Guess so. It was her idea.”

“The date or hooking up?”

James grinned as he accepted his freshly ironed shirt from Rafe. “Hooking up.”

“You should be careful though, you know? I mean, you shouldn’t launch into all this so quickly, take it easy.” Rafe told him a little warily, just wanting the best for his friend.

“I know, I know, it’s casual.” James reassured him.

“So...are you gonna need the room? It’s kind of early for dinner.”

“Uh...I mean, I’m not sure...”

Rafe’s face lit up as he received a text from Sophie and he eagerly shot back a reply. “Never mind, looks like I have a date night tonight too. Where are you taking this girl? If you’re going to that new place, I’ll see you there.”

“No, just the Mexican restaurant on ninth. Not pulling out all the stops.” James laughed, shaking his head at Rafe’s sudden mood switch. “Sophie’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

“I...yeah, probably.” He decided against a rebuttal. “But she’s finally letting me take her out on a nice date, for the first time in ages, so I’ll take it.”

“Didn’t you go to the art museum downtown a couple weeks ago?” James asked, grateful for the conversation topic changing.

“Yeah, and it turned out she had to go for one of her classes and do a few sketches. I swear she can’t go three seconds without being productive.” Rafe shook his head, though he smiled fondly as he talked about her.

“Fucking simp.”

“C’mon, you’re the romantic, you know it’s love.” Rafe grinned and James rolled his eyes as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. “I’m leaving, have fun.”

“You too! Text me if I have to go to Soph’s!” Rafe called after him.

_____

After Rafe and Sophie’s dinner, Rafe insisted on taking her to a swankier bar downtown by the restaurant instead of their normal college spot. When she paused, calculating in her head and reaching for her phone to check her budget app to see if she could swing expensive cocktails, he grabbed her purse and slung it over his shoulder. “On me, angel.”

“Everything has been on you lately.” She protested, holding her hand out expectantly for her purse.

“Good, so it’s how it should be.” Rafe shot her a grin and took her hand as they walked down the street. “You should have brought the navy purse instead, the black kind of clashes with my outfit.”

Sophie snorted, giving in. “Didn’t think you’d be wearing my accessories tonight, my bad.”

“Ah, but you should never assume.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, glancing in the window as they walked to the door - and did a double-take, spotting James. “Hold on, is that -”

She turned and followed his gaze, seeing Julia opposite James at a dimly-lit back table through the bar. “Holy shit.”

“Do you still want to go in?”

“Yes, we’re going to go interrogate -” She tugged on his hand, pulling him into the bar as Rafe leaned back. “Soph, maybe we shouldn’t -” He hissed, but she ignored him, walking right past the hostess’s stand.

“Ma’am, all our tables are reserved -” The hostess called toward Sophie, but Sophie turned on her heel and shot her a sweet smile. “That’s alright, we’re meeting friends.” She tugged her hand out of Rafe’s and strode over purposefully as he followed quickly behind. Once she made it to their table, she just stopped short of slamming her hands on it, both the drinks rattling a little.

James glanced up with nothing but fear in his eyes. “Oh, Sophie, nice to see you here -”

“What the hell is going on here?” She demanded, shooting glares at both James and Julia. James slunk back a little in his seat, while Julia just winced.

“Actually, yeah, I’d like to know too.” Rafe chimed in, sliding into the booth next to James as Sophie did the same.

“I told you they’re both off limits, James.” Sophie pointed an accusing finger at him. “Did you somehow forget my one rule? Literally just one?”

“To be fair, you don’t speak for me -” Julia started, only for Sophie to whirl on her. “You! You were being so sneaky when you normally spill every detail - I should not know how big every single dude you’ve hooked up with is -”

“Wait, you two hooked up? Julia’s the mystery girl?” Rafe made the connection a moment too late, then threw his hands up in exasperation. “Dude!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” James apologized quickly. “But if we’re pointing fingers, it was her idea -”

“James!” Julia sighed, shaking her head. “Oh my god, I knew this wouldn’t work.”

“You said we could keep it a secret!”

“Not from fucking Sherlock over here!” Julia snapped, jamming her thumb toward Sophie.

“Was it worth it?” Rafe interrupted the argument, stepping on Sophie’s toe gently to hopefully put out some of the flames in her eyes. She only kicked him in the shin in response.

Both James and Julia shared a glance, debating their answers. “Honestly?” She asked.

“Yes, honestly.” Rafe nodded, sending a warning look to Sophie to keep her quiet.

James hesitated, not wanting to hurt Julia’s feelings. “I mean, I think you’re really nice -”

“Yeah, and the sex wasn’t bad -”

“Oh my god, please don’t even start there.” Sophie mumbled, her face twisting at the thought of her friends together like that.

“And I think you’re pretty -” James started again.

“But there’s nothing there.” Julia finished for him, offering him a quick smile. “I think we’re perfectly fine as friends, but that’s it.”

James nodded in agreement, relieved she felt the same. “Yeah, exactly. No hard feelings.”

Sophie let out a slow exhale. “Alright. I mean. You’re sure? Because if there’s really something, I can, like, chill out. Probably.”

Rafe smirked. “I’d say your entrance here contradicts that.”

Julia laughed, breaking the tension. “I’m sure. We were just talking about his ex before you interrupted, so I don’t think anything’s going to happen.”

Rafe shoved James’ arm, shaking his head. “That’s the one topic I told you to avoid.”

“We actually were having a decent conversation, if you two don’t mind? The least I can do is get you another drink, Julia.” James laughed, pushing him back aimlessly.

“...Fine.” Sophie stood, shaking her head. “Just as friends, though.”

“Just as friends.” Julia promised, sending her a grateful smile.

As Rafe and Sophie left, he let out a loud laugh as soon as they exited the bar. “Jesus Christ, Sophie. James looked like he was about to piss himself, he was so scared.”

“Good! She’s off limits! I warned him!” She exclaimed.

“I know, it’s like incest.” Rafe shuddered and slung his arm around her shoulders, walking with her to find another bar. “But hey - you think Allie and Colin might be a good match?”

“Rafe Cameron.”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”

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viastro · 5 years ago

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sweet chaos | jeon wonwoo

ミ★ synopsis: you and wonwoo are the best assassins in south korea. however, underneath it all, the two of you fell in love. what will you do when you’re hired to kill him?

ミ★ genre: assassin!wonwoo, angst, suspense, slight fluff + humor

ミ★ warnings: mentions of murder, minor character death, suggestive

ミ★ word count: 3,405

ミ★ pairings: wonwoo x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys! this one is kinda uhh different ?? from what I usually write cause i like writing crack and fluff lmao. this prompt has been in my head for awhile after watching killing eve so i decided it was TIME. i hope you guys like this one!

“Did you come to kill me, my love?” Wonwoo asks as you open up the champagne bottle in the kitchen. You don’t let the question phase you, taking a sip of the expensive champagne that you brought over. Instead of answering you respond with,

“Want some?”

Wonwoo stares at your all black attire, as if you were attending a funeral for a loved one. However, in your line of work, the both of you should not have any loved ones.

“Yeah, sure.”

It was in the winter of last year when the two of you met. You were attending a gala for the largest mafia boss in South Korea, Kim Hyunwoo. You weren’t there to make any friends or scope out any opportunities by any means, for you were hired to send a bullet straight through Kim Hyunwoo’s head. There was a large bounty on him from the opposing mafia in Gangnam, and that’s when you were hired. YN YLN, the only female assassin South Korea has come to know.

“Would you like a crab cake?” You turn to glance at the voice, giving your attention to the waiter who is serving the hors d'oeuvres. Looking down at the plate, you feel yourself immediately turned off by the seafood.

“No thank you.” He bows, before turning away and heading over to the next table. You smoothen out the silk of your white dress, gazing boredly at the groups around you holding discussions. Your interest only peaks once you hear the familiar voice of your target boom through the speakers.

“Thank you all for coming to tonight’s event.” Kim Hyunwoo’s voice booms through the mic, and you raise an eyebrow, smirk forming on your lips. After taking a sip of your white wine, you sneak off towards the restroom to prepare.

“Going somewhere?” A hand is now wrapped around your wrist, and you turn to glance at who may in fact be your next victim of the night. You give him a fake smile, trying to get out of his grasp, only for him to tighten his hold.

“What is it?” You ask boredly, trying your best not to reach out and snap his neck.

“Had my eyes on you all night, you look absolutely stunning.” He compliments, and you finally recognize the man. Park Joowon, the owner of Seoul’s biggest underground boxing ring. He’s known to have been the best back in the day, later creating his own… fight club if you will.

“Park Joowon, what a pleasure.” He smirks at his name leaving your mouth, and you give him a grin of your own.

“You wanna get out of here?” He asks you, his grip tightening even more, showing that it’s a command rather than an offer.

“Is that really a question? Considering the grip you have on my wrist.” Joowon chuckles at that, giving you an open mouthed smirk.

“Smart girl, now keep that up when I take you out of here.” He mutters, suddenly trying to yank you away. You’re about to pull out the silencer from the slit of your dress, only for another man to rest his hand on Joowon’s arm. You and Joowon glance at the man who stepped in, and you feel yourself in awe for the first time in a long time.

His hair is black, parted off to the side, showing off a sliver of his forehead and bold eyebrows. He’s dressed in a white turtleneck with form-fitting black pants, a silver dangle earring decorating his ear. You stare into his eyes, those that have a similarity to a cat, a glint within them.

“Who are you?” Joowon asks, glaring at the handsome man.

“You’re needed by Mr.Kim right after his speech, which should be ending soon.” The man answers instead, and Joowon rolls his eyes, letting go of your wrist.

“I’ll find you later.” He hisses to you, turning around and walking towards the mafia boss. Once he’s far enough, the mystery man turns to you, giving you a small smile.

“Kim Hyunwoo doesn’t need to talk to him, right?” He shrugs in response, running a hand through his hair.

“Perhaps.”

“You know I had it under control right?”

“I know, just thought this could leave a good impression on the pretty girl.” He says with a cocky smile, and you find a grin appearing on your lips as well.

“I’m yn.” You tell him, holding out your hand for him to shake. Instead, he grasps it softly, raising it to his lips and pressing a kiss onto the back of your hand.

“I’m Wonwoo.” You slowly retract your hand, the feeling of his lips remaining as you let your arm rest to your side.

“Well, Wonwoo, if you’d excuse me.” You turn around and walk off in the direction of the restrooms, and Wonwoo stays in his spot, staring at your back until you turn the corner. He lets out a small chuckle at your abrupt exit, feeling himself strangely intrigued by you.

His mind stays on you for a second longer, before he takes notice of Kim Hyunwoo now moving to a table to initiate conversation. Wonwoo remembers the whole reason he’s even here, and heads over to make his move.

meanwhile…

You’re making your move towards one of the interior balconies the ballroom has, taking out your silencer and hiding behind the curtain. You peek past the wall, seeing Hyunwoo in the perfect spot. You let out a small chuckle, getting ready to aim when he suddenly starts... choking?

He falls to the floor and everyone surrounds the man as he starts spasming. You feel anger fill your chest at the fact that he’s fucking dying before you could’ve made a move on the bastard. Which means you won’t be getting paid, unless your employer looks at it like, “Oh, I guess he died at the event anyways. Let’s just pay her!”

You know for a fact that this isn’t him having a stroke or a heart attack. No, you know this method. Only another person who would know how to poison another human would be able to do this, so this is when you start looking around the room, trying to find who it could be.

Only to lock eyes with Wonwoo, who’s giving you the biggest smirk you’ve ever seen. You don’t know how he noticed you among the chaos surrounding him on the level below you, but he has a look of challenge in his eye.

“You’re an assassin.” You breathe out, and he turns and walks out of the ballroom. You dash out of the balcony, running towards the entrance to catch up with Wonwoo and give him a piece of your mind, only to stop by the vibration of your phone on your thigh. You huff, reaching into the slit of your dress and taking out your phone, answering it on the third ring.

“What.”

“Meet me at the cafe the street over, sweetheart.” You pause at the similarity of the voice, and you find yourself chuckling once you put two and two together.

“So you’re a hacker too, handsome?” Wonwoo smiles at the other end, already crossing the street.

“What can I say? I’ve got a lot on my resume.”

“I’ve got a bone to pick with you love, you took my job for tonight. Now I won’t be getting paid.” You say, heading out of the lobby at a brisk pace to meet up with Wonwoo.

“You were too slow, I had to make a move before you did. Besides, my method was cleaner than what you would’ve done.” Wonwoo responds as he stops in front of the cafe. He turns and faces the direction you should be coming in.

“You saw the gun through my dress when you were checking out my ass?” You tease, crossing the street once the light turns green.

“No, I just know your methods of killing people aren’t the cleanest. Your ass is rather nice though.”

“So you’ve done your research on me?” You ask, rubbing your arms with your free hand to offer some warmth as you had forgotten to grab your coat as you left the building.

“YN YLN, only female assassin in Seoul. Best of the best, never failed a job.” Wonwoo explains, and he looks up to see you heading over in that silk white dress. Everyone around you is doing a double take as you pass them, and he raises an eyebrow at one man whose eyes linger far too low on your body for his liking.

“Sounds like you’ve been interested in me for awhile.”

“Guess you could say that.”

“While I’m flattered, that was a lot of money I lost tonight by you taking over my gig.” You breathe, looking up and seeing Wonwoo waiting outside of the cute cafe.

“We can split it.” Wonwoo suggests, smirking at you once you two lock eyes.

“If we split it, that means we’d have to see each other again.” You finally reach Wonwoo, taking a peek inside the heart themed cafe. You hang up the phone, placing it back through the slit of your dress, causing Wonwoo to laugh at the action.

“Why would seeing each other again be so bad?” He asks, and you give him a look that basically means, you should know exactly why that would be bad.

“Have any other ways you could pay me back?” You ask, rubbing your arms once again from the gush of cold. You look up at the sky and see snowflakes beginning to fall on the cold winter night.

“Are you suggesting something, yn?” You look back at Wonwoo, letting a smirk come over your mouth.

“Aren’t you?” You challenge, and Wonwoo smiles. He leans in to whisper in your ear, lips brushing against it as he mutters, “I’ll pay you back in more ways than one tonight, pretty.”

“It’s been a month since I last saw you.” Wonwoo says quietly, staring at your delicate features with adoration. You don’t dare to look at his face, knowing you’d get pulled back in easily.

“You’re still as gorgeous as the time we went to see the cherry blossoms together.” He mumbles, reaching out to rest his hand on your cheek. You shut your eyes, feeling his warm breath hit your face.

“You know that I came here to kill you Wonwoo.” You mutter, opening your eyes and finally looking back at him. You feel your breath get taken away at the close proximity between you two, realizing you’ve missed this warmth he brought in the time you forced yourself to stay away for the sake of your jobs.

You two are the best assassins in South Korea, but underneath that title, you’re both just murderers. You’re undeserving of love from the number of lives you’ve taken without as much of a blink of an eye. In your line of work, there’s no such thing as loving another when all you do is kill, and kill, and kill.

Love doesn’t exist for the two of you, so that’s why you stayed away from him no matter how much you may have missed him. No matter how badly you wanted to run to his house and envelop yourself within his arms, being engulfed in the scent of something akin to vanilla and lavender, to mask the smell of blood that is so encompassed within your brain.

You were becoming vulnerable, soft, and your boss sensed it. He knew that if he asked you to kill Wonwoo, you wouldn’t be able to. That’s why he suggested for you to kill Wonwoo, thinking that it would make you focus better, but he did it with the lingering thought that you wouldn’t be able to. And he was right, because you decided to just stay away for a month instead of going and killing him on the spot.

The only reason you came was because someone hired you to kill Wonwoo, writing that he murdered his family in cold blood and he wants to avenge them. The man was offering a large amount of money, so it was a job that couldn't have been turned down. Your boss told you to take the job or else he would, and you knew it was no longer up for debate.

“I know.” Wonwoo whispers, leaning down and resting his forehead on yours, staring hard into your eyes.

“Aren’t you afraid?” You ask quietly, eyes trailing down to his lips when his tongue pokes out to wet them.

“No, because I know you won’t kill me.” He answers, before pulling away and sitting down at his dining table. You feel as if you can finally breathe once again, but there’s a foot just pressing into your chest, knowing that he’s right.

“How can you say that so confidently?”

“Because yn, I know you. You’re just like me.” You walk over and sit down across from him, feeling the unfamiliar prickling sensation behind your eyes, “How?”

“Because I could never kill you. Me, the man who’s known to kill any person without an ounce of remorse or second thought, could never kill you. And you, the woman who was trained to be an assassin from the moment she could walk on her own, could never kill me.” You bite your lip at the truth he holds to those words, taking a swig from the champagne bottle instead of saying a proper response.

“Did I hit the nail right on the coffin, yn?” Wonwoo asks after a moment, taking notice of the drop of alcohol on your lips from drinking the champagne right from the bottle.

“I don’t know, did you?”

“So, yn, are you still going to say that you’re going to kill me, or can we go upstairs and cuddle?” Wonwoo suggests, and you finally feel the first tear fall past your eye at the thought of how desperately you want to do that.

“We can’t, we can’t keep doing this Woo.” You say, looking up at his face. He’s staring at you with an expression you’re unable to decipher.

“Why not? Because we’re assassins?”

“Yes! We’re not- we can’t have weaknesses Wonwoo.” You hiss, staring directly into his eyes to prove your point. He lets out a sigh, running a hand through his fluffy black hair.

“You keep trying to blame our job, but it sounds like you’re just afraid of love, having a relationship with someone. You know fully well that us being together would be beneficial for not only us, but for our employers.” Wonwoo responds, taking the champagne bottle out of your hand and pouring himself a glass, leaving you flabbergasted. You try to come up with a retort, only to fall empty handed.

“I love you, yn.” You shut your eyes at the words, not wanting to look at the man.

“I love you with everything in me.”

“Stop.”

“I want to be with you.” Wonwoo says as you stand up from the dining table, hands going up to cover your ears in an attempt to no longer have to hear the words that are tearing your resolve bit by bit.

“Stop it Woo.” Wonwoo stands up after you, walking over to where you are and removing your hands from your ears gently.

“I love you.” You lose it.

You shove him backwards, taking out your gun from your holster and aiming it directly at his head. He stares at you, expression having not changed a bit from when you first entered his house. He’s still looking at you with pure love and affection in his eyes.

“I’m going to kill you.” You threaten, hand shaking as you hold the gun towards his head. Wonwoo gives you a small smile, tilting his head to the side as he watches you have an internal conflict within your brain for a minute.

“Are you?”

You stare at the man you love, wanting nothing more than to just go back into his arms. Knowing fully well that he’s right, and that the two of you dating would be beneficial to your bosses. However, you’re so, so, afraid.

“I’m scared.” You mutter so quietly, and Wonwoo nods his head. He reaches out and takes the gun out of your shaking hands, turning on the safety and placing it onto the dining table. You fall to your knees, watching your hands quiver as thought, after thought, after thought, runs through your brain.

“What if they send someone else after you because I didn’t complete the job?” You panic, and Wonwoo kneels down so that you’re face to face.

“They won’t.”

“But how do you know that? How can you be so confident that it won’t happen-”

“I trust that I’m efficient enough at my job to not get killed. It’d be embarrassing for the both of us anyways.” Wonwoo jokes, and you wonder how he can be so easygoing in a situation like this.

“Let’s go cuddle, hm?” He asks, resting his hand on your cheek once again. You lean into the touch, and Wonwoo smiles at you.

“Why did you let me in, Woo? When you knew I was going to kill you?”

You both stare at each other in silence, serious expressions on both of your faces. You’re conflicted, knowing that killing comes second nature to you, but you can’t bring yourself to kill him. While Wonwoo wants nothing more than to just be with you.

“You wouldn’t answer my calls, my texts, my emails. I even wrote a letter to you as if it was the 18th century. So I did what I had to do, I hacked into your database and basically wrote in the system that you need to kill me.” Wonwoo responds with a smile, and you gape at him.

“It was you?!” You sputter, slapping his hand away from your cheek. He gives you a cheeky grin as your eyes bulge out of their sockets at the realization that he was the one who hired the hit on himself.

“Well yeah? I knew it’d be the only thing to work.”

“Are you stupid?! I could’ve killed you!” You screech, and Wonwoo flinches at your raised voice, one that he hasn’t heard in awhile.

“You wouldn’t have.”

“But I could’ve! I could’ve went and hit you with a fucking truck, poisoned you, shot a bullet through your head-”

Wonwoo cuts you off from your scolding by leaning in and capturing your lips with his. It’s easy to get distracted by Wonwoo’s lips, as he’s not only a skilled assassin and hacker, but also a fantastic kisser. However, you’re not done yelling at him. You bite his lip, making him pull away and pout at you.

“I’m not done scolding your bitchass!”

“You were so angry! I wanted to try and calm you down.”

“Calm me down? You just wanted to makeout you horny bitch.”

“Okay… so maybe I wanted to kill two birds with one stone.” You roll your eyes, hitting his shoulder. He smiles and presses a quick kiss to your cheek, causing warmth to rush up your face, making you look down at your hands.

“Don’t do that ever again alright? Don’t go and order a hit on yourself in order to get my attention.” Wonwoo shrugs, resting his head on his hand to stare at you adoringly. You scoff at the expression on his face, wondering how the hell he can still look at you with all that love even after you pointed a gun at his head.

“I’m crazy sweetheart, I’d do whatever it takes to get you back in my arms.” You glare at him and he gives you that stupid, endearing smile of his.

“Can we go cuddle now?” He asks, giving you puppy dog eyes to try and convince you. You sigh, rubbing your cheeks to get rid of any more leftover tears.

“We’re not done with this talk.” You stress and Wonwoo nods his head, knowing fully well that once you start scolding you don’t stop.

“I know yn, I know.” You stare at him, biting the inside of your cheek. You reach up and rest your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him close to place a quick kiss to his lips.

With your lips brushing against his, you whisper in between kisses, “I love you.”

Wonwoo smiles, squeezing your hips with his hands he responds, “I love you too.”

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strawberrywritings · 4 years ago

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A/N: Here is part 3 of what I decided to call “Partners in benefits” (no imagination, my titles just state the obvious lmao). This pieces were so much fun to write and I hope you enojyed them, too! Thank you for the support, I love you all x

Part 1 / Part 2 / Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of death and sexual intercourse, angst

If there was something Rio took pride in, it was his ability in staying calm in difficult situations. Calm, collected, and cold, because that was what his job required. He had lost count of how many times he’d had a gun pointed at him, yet he always felt the same adrenaline rush; now, it was adrenaline rush mixed with something else: feelings. He didn’t know which ones, he’d think about that later, now his focus was on you, on the gun your hand, and the determination in your eyes. None of you dared to speak for a while.

“What are you doing?”, his tone of voice never changed, his mind switched to business-mode. “If you take your gun out, we can have a Mexican standoff. Otherwise, sit down”, your words were clear, desperately trying not to show all the emotions bubbling up inside. Your head tilted to the side, towards your table, and Rio sat down in one of the chairs, reaching for his gun and putting it on the table. “What are you doing, mama?”, his eyes were soft on yours, trying to understand what was going on in your head. Usually, he could scare everyone with a look, make them backtrack everything they had said, win the fight easily… but he had a feeling, this time, that was not going to work: he would not be able to win easily, he had no idea if he would win at all. “Why don’t you put that gun down and we talk?”, he put his elbows on the table and you laughed. “Talk? Is that how you call ‘murder’, now? I’m not stupid, Rio, I know where this is going.” “And where is this going?”. “One of us is dying tonight, and I’m not giving up without a fight”.

There was something in your eyes, something he couldn’t put his finger on: anger? Fear? Survival instinct? He licked his lips before speaking and he tried to keep his composure because he was torn between shooting you and not having to worry about what you might do or taking the gun and talk it out. “Killing me is not going to make your problems disappear. Killing me is going to double them. You kill me, you’ll have people coming for you”. “You are where my problems started. You fucking Beth was the first problem, you not cutting your shit with her was the second problem, and you fucking me was the end of it all. Do you see where I am?”, his eyes were trained on your eyes and then looked at the gun in your hands, “I see it”, he nodded and he looked into your eyes again. “You and your big ass ego are what got me in this situation. You think you can go around and fuck everyone you want and get away with it because you have all this money and power. You don’t care about what can happen to the people you fuck around with. Well, now you can’t run away from the consequences anymore. Your business with the girls is ruined, just like my life, and whether I die or not, tonight you lose something”.

Rio was speechless, he had no idea you could be this hurt from his actions and everything they caused. He knew you were probably pissed, but this? He was in deep shit. He was 90% sure he wouldn’t die, but you were right, his business was damaged and that was a problem, but he had to get that gun out of your hands. “Great speech – he started – but nobody’s gonna die”. You looked at him in disbelief, giving a humorless laugh. “I’m not fucking playing. Do you think I don’t know what happens when someone decides they want out? They don’t get to simply walk away. And you know what’s worse for me? I let myself be fooled by you, I let you play me, I trusted you. Fuck, I may even have feelings for you, at this point”. Rio noticed how your voice was starting to break, how your eyes were getting teary, even if you were trying to keep your feelings in check not to look, or sound, weak. You wanted to at least get the upper hand for a bit, buy yourself some time and figure something out, but your mind was full of Rio, Rio, Rio and your time was running out.

Rio got up, your hand instinctively gripped the gun tighter, as he walked slowly towards you with that damn smirk on his face. “You got feelings for me, huh?”, he stood right in front of the gun, his smile only getting bigger once your eyes met again. “This is not the point, don’t try to change the subject”, your stare was hard, your hand firm. “Do you remember when we watched ‘The Departed’? You had all your theories, things you thought were gonna happen. You’re good at seeing what could go wrong, and this is why you’re good at what you do”, he was still smiling. “I’m not part of that anymore, in case you’ve forgotten”. “Let me finish. As I was saying… when you were there, I was so annoyed that you wouldn’t stop talking, but when you left that night… I didn’t want you to leave. And I thought that it was just business for you, so I kept shit to myself. I tried not to think about you, but you don’t leave my fucking mind. When I went to the girls tonight it was to see you, I haven’t called you in two weeks because I don’t want you to think I’m just using you for sex, and going there was the only way I could see you. They told me what they did to you”. There was a pause and now you couldn’t help but cry, the gun wavering slightly in your hand. Rio looked sorry, he was beating himself up mentally for letting all of this happen, for even letting it get this far. “I never meant to hurt you, mama. I’m not good at expressing emotions, but… I care about you, not just as a business partner. That’s why I’m telling you to lower this this thing here – his hand reached out and touched the gun – and talk shit out with me. ‘Cause I can’t live with knowing you got hurt because of me”. His hand was careful, gripping the base of the gun, and when he was sure you wouldn’t press the trigger, he made quick work of taking the firearm out of your hand and putting it on the table. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him, rubbing your back soothingly while you sobbed against him. He held you for what felt like hours and he didn’t let go when your crying stopped, “So you’re not gonna kill me?”, you asked, sniffling. He laughed softly and shook his head, “Nah” you nodded and he kissed your head, rocking you from side to side.

“What happens now?”, you asked, looking up at him. He smiled and put both his hands on your hips. “Whatever you want, we can think about the rest tomorrow. What do you say?”, one of his hands was on your cheek, stroking your skin. “I’d like that”, you muttered and looked at his lips for a second, then back in his eyes. He started to lean towards you, pulling your face closer to his while giving you time to back away if you didn’t want to kiss him. You didn’t think twice about it and closed the distance between your lips. The kiss started soft, your body feeling warm and melting into his, after a few moments, he deepened the kiss and pressed you against the wall, hiking one of your legs around his waist. “Take me home, Rio”, your voice was breathless, your mouth moving to his neck and giving a few kisses there. He groaned and gripped the flesh of your thigh with his hand, so hard he’d probably leave a bruise. “Not sure I can wait till we get home”, he ground his hips into yours, making you gasp in surprise at the friction. There was a newfound hunger for each other; after calling Mick and telling him he could go home and after having sex in the backseat of his car, you made it home and you didn’t leave the bed till the early hours of the morning, only getting back to the bed to sleep after taking a hot shower.

Rio only slept for a few hours; first, he had to make sure you wouldn’t try anything on him, so he stayed up when you fell asleep against him, then, he had to fix Beth, and the girls. He woke up with your body next to his, he looked at you for a moment, before he made his way to the bathroom, to get ready for the day. He left you a note in the kitchen, saying he would be out all day, but you could make yourself at home and wait for him to talk things out in evening. You were still a bit scared about everything that happened the night before, you weren’t a hundred percent sure Rio had forgiven you for pulling a gun on him, seeing how he still hadn’t forgiven Beth for doing the same. He called you a couple times to check up on you, sending some guys to the house to keep you company. Before coming home that evening, he made a detour to Beth’s house, knowing everyone was out and she was about to come home. Him and Mick waited for her in the house, and he smiled once they scared her, she wasn’t expecting them, especially not in her own house. “What do you want?”, she was slowly making her way to the counter, to take out the groceries. “Just paying a visit”, he shrugged. “Busy day?”, she asked, hoping her small talk could make him stay a bit longer. “Not as busy as your days from now on, cause you’re gonna double the work”, she looked at him, confused. “What does that mean? I am not the one you should be angry with! She is!”, Beth was fuming, not even wanting to say your name. “You wanna have someone else pay for the problems you caused, and I ain’t good with that. She told me what happened, and yes, I was the one asking her to change the deal, ‘cause I didn’t wanna be around you. You thought that us having sex meant something to me? You think I need you? Ain’t nothing but a damn charity case to me”, Beth stood frozen, looking like she was about to cry. “Gotta get back to my girlfriend, now”, Rio lifted himself off the wall he was leaning on and made his way to the door. “Wait- girlfriend!?”. Rio didn’t answer and got out of the house with Mick, leaving her standing there, alone.

He told Mick he could go home and he drove straight to his house, finding you in the kitchen, preparing dinner and, honestly, he didn’t think you’d still be here. “Hey, mama”, he came up behind you, putting his hands beside you on the counter, successfully trapping you. “Hi”, you were still making dinner, you were not facing him yet, so he dropped his head on your shoulder, kissing your neck. Once dinner was finished and the dished were done, he sat down with you on the sofa. You beat him and talked first, “I’m sorry about yesterday. I was upset and scared and I… I would never hurt you”, you were out of breath because you said everything fast, afraid of missing you chance to speak. “That wasn’t very nice, yeah. Why don’t you tell me exactly what happened?”. You recounted how you felt alone after being excluded from the girls’ group, how you feared for your life and, therefore, how you were afraid of him. He let you explain yourself and his guilt came back up for a second.

“I didn’t know ‘bout it, but I fixed it”, he said, “You don’t have to worry about them anymore”. “what did you do to them?”, your voice sounded alarmed and worried. He shook his head with a smile. “Nothing, just doubled their work”, he shrugged. You were silent for a minute. “What happens to me, now? I’m out of the business…”, you trailed off, not knowing what he was going to say. “You might not be in their business, but I still want you in mine. You could help me keep track of the warehouses, for now”, he watched you closely, wanting to see how you’d react to that, then, he spoke again. “But first, I want to take you out. A proper date”, your eyes went wide at his words, not expecting this proposal at all. “I know thigs are not done usually in this order, the date should come first”, he smiled when you giggled and nodded. “It should, but I’d love to go out with you”, you smiled brightly at him and he swore he’d do everything to always have you smile like that.

Later that night, after he convinced you to spend the night with him (it really didn’t take much for you to give in), you were cuddled up in his bed, Rio being the big spoon and pulling you to his chest with his arm. “Be my girl?”, he whispered as he brought his hand to your face to make you look at him. You simply nodded and turned your head to kiss the palm of his hand, turning again to press a soft kiss to his lips. You fell asleep curled up against him, one of his arms stretched over you as he looked at you, a soft smile on his face as he kissed your forehead, shutting his eyes, too, and falling asleep.

#my writing #rio x reader #rio x fem!reader #rio imagine

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dudeandduchess · 5 years ago

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Heeey Jen! I just saw this cool prompt list and I thought why not? "I got dumped in your restaurant and you saw me crying and you invited me into your kitchen to make me a special, better dinner free of charge." I think this would be great with Kyojuro ;) He seems like the type to do these things and I'm not complaining XD Anyways, love your work and I hope you're doing well!

Hey hey, bby! After a long-ass time, I’m finally done with this. Lmao. Hope you like it! 😌

It took such a long time bc I omitted so many scenes from this bc they got too technical. I consciously had to tell myself, “Jen, no one is as much of a nerd over cooking food as you and your friends are. Get a grip.” But I hope this is cute enough. 💜✨

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Kyōjurō x F!S/O: I got dumped in your restaurant and you saw me crying and you invited me into your kitchen to make me a special, better dinner free of charge (Restaurant AU, Modern AU, SFW Scenario):

There was nothing more that (Y/n) wanted to do, other than cry. Her tears already pricked the backs of her eyes, and her lips quivered even as she tried to savor the taste of the pommes puree that she’d just shoveled into her mouth.

It was smooth as all hell, and it was really reach and creamy— yet she couldn’t even appreciate how good the food was, what with the heaviness in her chest that was weighing her down.

‘Just finish your expensive-ass meal, and then you can leave.’ The young woman thought to herself, as she speared a small cut of her steak with her fork and slipped it inside her mouth. She normally liked having steak and pommes puree, but she couldn’t muster up any sort of happiness at that moment.

All because the man she had been with before, the very same man whom had left her all alone at the table without even paying for his half of the meal, had just broken up with her.

Out of all the guests inside the restaurant, she was sure that she was the saddest one. And it only made her feel even sadder, when she looked over at the other end of the room to where the executive chef was laughing up a storm with the guests at one table; because she wished that she could banish all of the heaviness inside her heart.

Meanwhile, from where Kyōjurō stood, his gaze flickered over towards the lone woman at one of the corner tables in the room. Her head was hung low, and her shoulders were slightly hunched in as she picked at her food.

The nagging feeling inside him told him to let the waiters handle it, but he had seen what had happened— as had most of the people in the dining room.

She had been dumped; quietly, yes, but dumped all the same.

He wanted to do something nice for her, but he highly doubted that sending her a complimentary cake from the pastry kitchen would cut it. Hell, he would most likely break down in tears if anyone showed him pity like that; and, as it was, she already seemed to be having a hard time keeping her emotions in check.

“Chef, you’re needed in the kitchen,” One of the waiters muttered quietly, which had him downing the last bit of wine that he’d had in his glass. He then excused himself from the table of VIPs, making it a point to sidle up near the woman by the corner.

Her eyes looked even more forlorn than when he saw them from across the room, and that had him making his mind up.

“Can you grab me one of those chairs, and put them in garde manger?” Kyōjurō asked the waiter that was right behind him, with his eyes never leaving the sad woman eating all alone in his restaurant.

The waiter nodded, not willing to go against the chef’s wishes— even if said chef was mild-mannered and had a very optimistic attitude. So, he excused himself from Kyōjurō before heading back in through the double doors that led to the kitchen— all with a dining chair in his hands.

Kyōjurō then inhaled deeply, exhaling slightly in into his free hand so that he could know if his breath smelled like wine or not. He’d just had one glass, but it still wouldn’t do to talk to a guest with alcohol on his breath.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he walked up to the table in the corner— where the young woman sat— and gently touched the back of her arm with the tips of his fingers to get her attention. “Excuse me, ma’am...”

She jumped at the unexpected touch, her head whipping up to see who it was who wanted her attention. Her eyes immediately took in the chef who was at the far end of the room earlier— schmoozing with a couple of VIPs, from the way that the servers paid attention to them.

His hair was tied back in a ponytail, and that only highlighted the sharp cut of his jaw, and the sharpness of his features— instead of retracting from them, in any way. He wasn’t even wearing a toque, or skull cap, or any form of hat to indicate his status in the kitchen; and she found that a bit weird— as most chefs that she saw on TV had really tall toques— but cute all the same.

“Oh, good evening, chef... err...” (Y/n) tried to muster up a smile, but it fell as nothing more than a simper; what with how heavy her chest still was after being so unceremoniously dumped.

“Kyōjurō. Rengoku Kyōjurō,” The young man answered with a soft smile, as he offered his hand out for her to shake.

Her gaze flickered over to his hand at first, merely staring at it, before lifting her right hand up and accepting his handshake. “(L/n) (Y/n).”

Kyōjurō didn’t even know why, but the moment that their eyes connected during that handshake, it was as if something had clicked inside him; like he’d just found something that he had been looking for all his life. Yet he mentally shook the feeling away, because it would be weird to act on his small taste of kismet right off the bat— when he wasn’t even sure if it really was kismet that he felt.

“I’m trying out some specials tonight, and was wondering if you’d like to taste them? All complimentary, of course.”

(Y/n) had the urge to ask him why it had to be her, when she wasn’t even feeling the least bit sociable— but kept her mouth shut out of respect. So, with a nod, she found herself being helped out of her seat and being guided into the kitchen.

Their hands had parted the moment she was on her feet but, even as she followed behind him inside the bustling kitchen, she could still feel his warmth lingering on her skin.

Was it wrong of her to have liked how her hand had fit in his so seamlessly? And how the heaviness inside her chest had dissipated the tiniest bit when he had looked right into her eyes and gave her the warmest smile?

She knew better than to cling on to the kindness of a stranger and misconstrue it as something else, but it wasn’t exactly easy to tell her heart to calm down. Especially when he led her over to a narrow lane that was bordered by stainless steel worktables, and low chillers.

Her eyes roved over all the ingredients that were on display in neat little containers on the countertops and, even though she wanted to reach out and touch each and every one of them, she refrained from doing so.

Because, judging by the shifty gaze that the line cook in charge of the station was giving her, her presence was completely unexpected.

“I... chef... Rengoku-san, I don’t want to be a bother,” (Y/n) whispered as she tugged on the hem of the chef’s folded sleeve.

And he turned to her with such a bright and sincere grin on his face, that it quieted down all of the trepidations that gnawed inside her. “You’re not. It’s my pleasure to have you here.”

Maybe it was just her, but the way that those words rolled off his tongue had sounded too... sensual and inviting. So she shook the unsettling thoughts off and let him guide her to the sole chair in the whole kitchen.

The to her left was what she guessed to be the salad station— based on the amount of greens and dressings that abounded the narrow space. And connected to it, in one long aisle, was the pastry section.

From where she sat, she could see two people quickly and quietly plating up plates upon plates of desserts; decadent chocolate cakes, tart cheese cakes, and so many more desserts that she couldn’t even name.

The way they worked was so mesmerizing; it was like a well-choreographed dance, as the two people there seamlessly worked to push more and more desserts out— all while the ticket printer kept printing out more orders.

“The station you’re in is garde manger; this is where all the salads and all the cold entrées come from. Right over there is the pastry section,” Kyōjurō explained patiently, as he gestured to each of the stations. Then, he stepped up to stand beside her and motioned over to the other side of the kitchen— the much bigger and more hectic-looking side.

No one laughed or smiled, as everyone was so focused on what they were doing. She could hear the clattering of pots and pans, and the sizzling of food as they were laid out in hot, oiled pans.

And when flames shot out from one pan that a cook was sautéing, she visibly jumped in surprise; which had her blushing profusely, as the man beside her chuckled quietly.

“Right over there is the hot kitchen, and this side here is the cold kitchen. Right down there is our wine cellar, so if you want a special wine tasting menu, feel free to tell me and I can have that arranged for you.”

(Y/n) could only nod dumbly at what he was saying, as she was too focused on the tempting way that his lips moved to register anything else. All she heard were the words ‘wine’ and ‘you’... so she just nodded her head and uttered a soft ‘thank you’.

“I’ll start things off with something light. Do you have any food allergies? Any dietary restrictions?”

“No. I... no. I’m good with anything, really.”

Kyōjurō couldn’t help but grin at that, as he thought to himself, ‘A woman after my own heart.’

He then tamped down the smile that threatened to form on his lips, but when he couldn’t quite hide his flustered reaction, he immediately turned away from her and made himself busy by digging through the low chillers for the ingredients for his special.

The chef worked quietly beside her, donning a fresh pair of gloves before handling the raw cut of fish that he had curing in watermelon juice. And it was as if every single one of his actions had (Y/n) captivated.

From the way that he sliced the fish into thin cuts, down to the way he plated it up in what could only be considered a soup plate... every single thing drew her in. Or maybe it was the at-peace and very warm expression on his handsome face that made her want to watch him as he worked.

Whatever it was, she knew that she was well and truly enchanted by the man that had invited her into his kitchen.

“This is red snapper crudo, cured in watermelon juice for eight hours, with a little maldon salt, some fresh micro cilantro, and some cilantro oil that we made earlier this morning. The dark brown cubes are hoshigaki from my sous chef’s farm up North, and the dots of orange are tangerine coulis.”

(Y/n) hadn’t the slightest idea what a coulis was, nor where maldon salt came from, but the dish he served in front of her looked so mouthwateringly good that when he handed her a knife and fork, she didn’t even hesitate to give it a bite.

After all of that drama earlier, she was famished; it was just a good thing that the bad taste in her mouth had already dissipated with Kyōjurō’s entrance.

She ate with so much gusto that it warmed Kyōjurō’s heart immensely, and by the end of the three-course specials that he had made up out of the fly— save for the snapper crudo that was meant to be the special for the following day— she was smiling and giggling as she chatted with the cook in garde manger.

“Your specials taste so amazing. Your chef’s really talented; I’m sure they’ll be a hit when you add them to the menu,” (Y/n) commented with a smile, as she watched Kyōjurō walk over to the far end of the pastry section and dig through their fridge.

“Specials?” The cook asked with a confused expression. “The only special we have at the moment is the snapper crudo. Chef doesn’t make a lot of specials regularly.”

“So the sous vide steak...” She trailed off, willing the other woman to finish her train of thought for her.

And, to her relief, she did. “All of the things he gave you were made on the fly... or, on the spot, rather— to put it in laymen’s terms.”

At that, a flustered smile tugged up at the corners of (Y/n)’s lips, as she covered the lower half of her face to keep everyone from seeing just how sappy the she must have looked at that moment.

But when she turned back to look at Kyōjurō— whom was getting chased out of the pastry section by the executive pastry chef herself— he gave her a toothy grin, before lifting his hand up in a pseudo wave, even though they were no more than a few meters apart.

While she, in turn, raised up the hand that was covering the lower half of her face— exposing the utterly smitten grin and the flushed cheeks that she sported.

“So, I’m guessing we’re going to see a lot more of you; if the lovestruck look in my chef’s eyes is something to go by.”

#kyoujurou rengoku x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyoujurou x reader #demon slayer rengoku #rengoku kyoujurou #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #demon slayer kyojuro #rengoku kyojurou x reader #kimetsu no yaiba kyojuro #rengoku imagines #kny x reader #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer requests #jen writes

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testingcheats0n · 3 years ago

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Chapter 5

Okayyyyyy??

We got ourselves a myth chapter? It's just myths for worldbuilding and/or just a dream~? Earth, moon, sun. Pretty standart creation myth ig Oceans, seas, lakes rivers... please don't tell me that they'll list every single rock and bush that Gea- I uh I mean mother earth- has ever farted out. Author-nim-noona-san-sama I beg 😫 Tolkien during the Valaquenta would never.

Oho wait- incest in my creation myth? More likely than I thought.

"U-UwU what are you doing step-Uranus?"

"Hahaha! I'll show you why they call me that!"

Bruh. Bruuuh~ they snubbed my boy Prometheus?! -100 points author-nim my entire blog is named after that chad, you can't rip off the greeks and get rid of big chief the fire stealer.

"WhY dID yOU mAKe TheSE?!"Fuck you fuck you fuck you we were Prometheus' pride and joy fuck you he defied god for us he would never create us for a dick-measuring competition. Fuck you. He's better than all of you put together. Fuck the Gea rip-off and fuck Uranus.

"She gave them fire to make them warm :v" Fuck off.

"They were ungrateful." Double fuck off. This mother earth creature sounds like an abusive parent.

Ah haha...

/nm...

Ah so even the "new" gods are some version of the greek myths :/ hm.

Magus should go eat dirt and die actually. "The rest of the civilized world- aka my kingdom- has changed the name of the country, so the country should accept it."

Magus can go wank himself over his superiority in private thanks 🙄 I'm sure there's an old tome somewhere in his office just waiting for it.

Magus: don't get offended, but your mother was a stupid uneducated peasant- that is also a filthy dirty immigrant- and I know better than her, so you should be ashamed of ever mentioning her filthy uneducated lies. But no offence :)

I want him to get mauled by a bear :D

"Haha your mother is dead, isn't that embarassing?" Cake eater, like danish in a donut shop. Do people like him? Does he have fans or anything? What a piece of crap. I officially hate him.

Anyway. Gen's full name is Eugenides, that's cool af.

By the way. The fact that olives for brains went for the offensive, by attacking Gen's mother, his lineage and using his grief against him and trying to humiliate him for having a dead mother (all ad hominems for a simple myth) proves that Gen and his mother are right. Magus is just a pussy with an ego the size of his dick. X X S!

"Eugenides was the god of thieves- we're all named after him." Now that's cool. So it's like a title of a sort, apart from the "King's Thief" one. That's interesting af. Gen told me a piece of worldbuilding in a single sentence that grabbed my attention faster than olives for brains' entire monologue could.

Imagine being so empty that your biggest accomplishment in a week is making fun of a kid's dead mother. Imagine. Mf was strutting the next day, wtf is actually wrong with him?

I hope he gets brained by a stray rock. Wouldn't that be a shame.

Magus' poor planing vs Gen's inexistent thieving skills

FIGHT!

Magus won...

Old fart wouldn't know manipulation if it hit him.

Ambiades once again proves me right. He's smart, and he's using magus for his knowledge. Speaking about successful manipulation 🙄

Okay so. It's not necessary for an heir to be good at arms. But. It's useful and the skill in battle demands respect and better control. So Sophos should at least try to learn both academics and fighting. He actually kinda reminds me of Samwell Tarly from asoiaf. He's kinda gentle and only wants to learn. His father has other plans.

Then we have this magus, Sophos, Ambiades trio. Ambiades is better at academics, but is obviously there not to learn (and if he does it's more political things) while Sophos is just there to learn period. It should be the other way around tbh... If I were Ambiades I would be striving for a position as a magus at court since his title isn't that impressive- possibly even working on substituting olives for brains if the king has a son, but if I were Sophos I would be squeezing magus' knowledge on politics and the king for all it's worth. It's like learning from experience AND spying for info.

Thieving IS hereditary. That's fascinating! I hope his mother was called Eugenia, it would be awesome.

Sophos: so your father didn't go for milk and didn't come back? Wow your mother is not a slut and you're not a bastard? :o

You gotta love this.

Gen has an older brother who is a soldier, and another who is a watchmaker- he's also called Stenides. Hmmm...

Well, Gen is probably a momma's boy.

Oh he also has sisters. They're... housewifes... sure. The fantastic sexism was sparse so author-nim had to compensate somehow ig.

I just hope to god they're also thieves or something like that.

Alright. This is impressive, I can imagine the terrain perfectly with only a description from the text. Very few books can do that especially with fantasy, and I feel like more writers should strive for writing like such. That said, I would kill for a map just to see that weird ass river that is everywhere.

Attolia >>> Sulnas (Sunas? Solnas? I'm sorry commenter who told me the correct spelling) got it

Okay. I'm sorry but I have to confess I got spoiled when I checked Ambiades' wiki. I kinda sorta know he's not who he says he is. It's obvious with the way he knows so much about Attolia and doesn't care about other places' flora/ecosystem. It's as if he knows it from experience and not from a desire to learn.

Awww Sophos looks up to Ambiades that's adorable.

Wtf mother earth is a dick lmao. She's still mad that humans aren't paying attention to her, so childish. Whatever, the myth was beautiful even if it made 0 sense at the end.

#testing reads the thief #the queen's thief #gen #eugenides #<- cool name #and a cool theme #fuck magus #all my homies hate magus #crusty old fuck #long post #i want to read more ngl #but reading and taking notes is costly #so tomorrow more #chapter v

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artificiallyimplantedmemories · 4 years ago

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[ ep 6 liveblog/commentary under the cut (finally) ... so many screenshots inside. I’m not sorry? ]

this is fairly stream of consciousness as I was watching in between bouts of tutoring so it’s less Massive Thinky Thoughts than usual, but w/e, it’s a commentary!

They said no fly zone and I was immediately concerned. If Sam goes out there with the wings, I hope he doesn’t get shot at. On the flip side, Bucky just “Sergeant Barnes” his way in, huh?

I appreciate them using the holo-face tech again so it’s not a throwaway, but also having those makes everything so messy. In the meantime though look at this pause face XD

WHEN CAP SLINGS HIS MIGHTY SHIIIIEEELD

“I thought Captain America was on the moon.” Who spread this rumor widely enough for members of the GRC to believe it?? lmao

“A baguette and a few French fries.” Sam’s sass will never stop being top tier. Also I love that both Caps get to fight Batroc. Yay parallels!

“You don’t think I’ve ever fought for something bigger than myself? That’s all I’ve ever tried to do, and I’ve failed twice.” Ow. Bucky, you’ve kept Steve safe all throughout WWII, you’ve been part of the fight with Thanos and helped the Avengers win, you’ve fought your own mind for the greater good, healed the damage and the trigger words in order not to become a weapon against people, stop thinking of your failures ;_; (I say as my Nat muse shrugs sympathetically in my head)

Bucky showing off the same compassion as Sam with Karli? <chef’s kiss> Bucky on a motorcycle again? <double chef’s kiss>

Sharon I see you with that trick. We stan a smart woman!! Not gonna lie I did think it was a tracker at first though. Ruthless. Way more ruthless than Sam would approve of...

I’m not gonna lie, seeing the difference in fighting style between Steve and Sam with the shield is just so fun? Sam gets to work far more in three dimensions, he uses the repulsors and the wings and the shield all in tandem. It’s like seeing a cross between Steve and Tony in some ways, but with the added acrobatics. It’s cool!

Seeing Karli’s supporters starting to question her and her extremism is rewarding. I’ve known multiple people who have come from backgrounds that were pretty close to brainwashing that have slowly broken out of it over time, either due to seeing how twisted things were towards the top or increased exposure to people who weren’t part of their (forcibly) exclusive group. It’s a hell of a wake up call. And that extremism continues for Karli, setting the truck on fire. How much are her friends following out of genuine commitment vs out of obligation vs out of fear?

Walker’s “you don’t think Lemar’s life mattered” is the realest anger from him that I’ve been able to identify yet. At least if he’s fighting them, Bucky’s getting a chance to save the hostages.

“Boy you just earned this ass-whoopin’!” XD XD XD

And there we have the contrast: John continuing to fight single-mindedly instead of giving a damn about the people trapped and burning to death. He doesn’t always think those lives matter. The parallels with Karli build. And of course she’s getting her ass kicked to some extent because Walker is a trained fighter, she’s far more someone working on instinct. But good on him for trying at the last minute to save them anyway.

We knew Sam was gonna save the day but damn it feels good to see it!! I love the concept of him with his human strength augmented only by the tech he wears (like Tony!) wearing the wings of an angel, saving people with superhuman compassion and a brain that lights up like the fourth of July. That’s our new Cap, folks, the one that we needed.

Bucky’s smile in response I’m !!

BUCKY’S MURDERFACE WHEN KARLI THROWS THE ROD !!!

Sam knocking out five people with the shield, you work them angles, babe !!!!!!!

Is it Sharon backstory time? It sure fuckin’ is!! Holy shit she’s got so much more invested in this fight than a pardon, and her face here is just so genuinely hurt?? Ow. But also cool the Power Broker theory was true. Honestly props to her for rising to the top and finding a way to keep tabs on the whole world while legit exiled. That said, she’s got to have done some incredibly problematic shit to get there so we’ll see what shakes down from that.

LOOK AT HER FACE

Aw fuck of course she’s been shot. Gonna skin someone if she doesn’t make it, but given how they had her moving after, she should be fine. People in the MCU have come back from far worse lol

THE CRUX OF THE SHOW RIGHT HERE. SAM WILSON EVERYONE.

If this murderball wasn’t the antagonist, Nat would be cheering her on, look at how fierce!

But also Sam ;_;

Okay, feels aside, check out the way that when the shield gets punched, Sam instinctively pre-empts being shoved back by deploying his wings, digging them into the ground to reinforce his stance. You can see here that he’s got it tripod style behind him, knees bent to absorb the shock and keep him balanced but flexible while he takes the blow. Whoever planned and choreographed this knew their shit. This here martial artist approves!

“Stay down!” “No.”

“Lincoln, really?” “Great man, great quote.” “Not when you say it.” Pfffft.

Karli’s desperation for Sam to fight back is such a poignant note here despite the hoarse yelling, because it speaks to her need for validation, the need to believe that she’s fighting for the right reason, that the people opposing her deserve to be hurt. But if he doesn’t fight despite everything, then he’s simply not allowing her that vindication, and she has no choice but to question whether it’s right to fight him. Innocents being harmed? She can do that in an abstract way. She’s not punching or shooting them, they just happen to be there and in the way of the explosion. The GRC members? Not innocent because they’re directly taking away her ability to further her cause via passed resolutions and inadequately distributed resources. Sam is neither of those. He’s clearly fighting alongside those who oppose her, but refuses to actually fight her despite his ability to. He’s someone she can’t resolve with her ideas of the world and it’s devastating her. Even as she’s got her gun trained on him, she looks lost and has to fight to regain the nerve to shoot.

Thank you Sharon. It’s possible he could have pulled something out of the hat last minute (he did have his wings after all), and the look Sam gives her is slightly disbelieving, but I think a lot of the grief here is the fact that she’s so young and her cause has roots in a genuine problem that’s not being resolved and is impacting literally half the population of the world. Sharon looks so relieved, and it must hurt to see her protege die especially at her own hand, but she’s never been one to pull her punches (or her bullets).

How long do you think this death is going to haunt him? (Can anyone say “his whole life”?) (Also La Pieta vibes)

AN ACTUAL ANGEL oh, he lands so gently, looks so solemn, puts her on a stretcher to try to save her T_T

Sorry I totally broke the mood and laughed at “or is it Captain Falcon” because I’ve played too much SSBBM early in my life oops. Just imagine Sam as this guy, yelling “FALCON PUNCH” dsfkjgsdjfh

Okay, I’m so glad that Sam is broaching this topic in public (despite the fact that you know they’d try to move it to a private discussion immediately in real life), and that he’s trying to make people understand the struggle and make more compassionate decisions. What I found highly interesting in the cinematography here is that:

1) They pan back to Bucky occasionally to show him thoughtfully listening, not interrupting, and maybe it’s important that this be an example to follow for people who are non-minorities when a member of a minority is talking about their struggle, and

2) when he says “Every time I pick this up, I know millions of people are going to hate me for it.” they cut immediately to a close up of John Walker…

And he looks down, guilty. Maybe that’s a sign of self-recognition. Maybe there’s hope for a change. (I wouldn’t hold my breath for it though.)

Oh hell the look on Isaiah’s face. Did I cry? A little.

Bucky’s starting to smile just the teeniest bit but you know who’s also smiling? TORRES. HI BABY BOY!

Empathy, empathy, empathy. The power of the people, the power of the government, the power imbalances that make the world the way it is. Sam. Wilson. GOD I love him. Thank you, thank you.

Bucky trying to play it cool. You dumb butt XD Look at their dumb faces aaa

Ahh, Sharon. Told you she’d be fine. Just needs to see an illicit doc or something. She probably has twenty of them lined up.

I SEE YOU THEME MUSIC

Oh D: That’s… no… why death, no.

Of course Zemo is smiling, he probably arranged for the Super Soldier deaths. OR VALENTINA hello I forgot about you. Oh, US Agent outfit, proper. He’s acting like a little child with it, go figure ^^; Still haven’t figured out Valentina’s motives, I’m curious.

Aw hi Yori. Bucky being honest and making proper amends is gonna make me tear up again. But also: “by the Winter Soldier… and that was me.” WAS. WAS. THIS IS PROGRESS. “I didn’t have a choice.” P R O G R E S S. EVERY NAME CROSSED OUT. P R O G R E S S !

Sam & Isaiah. I’m so proud of them. “You’re special.” DAMN RIGHT!! Gosh I love them I love them I love them.

“I might fail. Shit, I might die. But we built this country. Bled for it. I’m not gonna let anybody tell me I can’t fight for it. Not after what everybody before me went through. Including you.”

CATCH ME TEARING UP AGAIN. They got him a memorial!

Ahhh a party! Sam smiling! Bucky roughhousing with the kids! HAPPINESS ;A;

“Welcome home Agent Carter.” Hmm this doesn’t seem like the best… ah, yep. Saw that one coming XD Look at that boss face though yow!!

Also I’m hoping we get to see her at Peak Manipulative doing Cool Things in an Ends Justify The Means fashion because how dare that be reserved for men in superhero shows/movies? We love to see a woman about to deliver a smackdown.

closing thoughts: Lots of plot movement and action in this round, and finally an episode that was centered properly around Sam and the impact he has on the world. We saw an acknowledgement of real world struggles, steps taken to avert extremists but also steps taken to fix the core issue at the end. We see Sam saying you don’t want Karli 2.0 which reinforces the power of violent protest in otherwise peaceful movements and the fact that it’s listened to. We see a reclaiming of dignity, of owning one’s own power, of facing one’s fears and healing. We have an appropriate cliffhanger. Nothing in this episode was wildly surprising (though I though it was interesting that they went with moving the people out of the building, presumably to allow Sam greater flexibility to soar around and look cool, and also to buy them time so they didn’t get gunned down lol). On the other hand, there was nothing that I found needed to be surprising. It was a solid episode and I enjoyed it, and the resolution especially with Isaiah made me really happy. I’m eager to see what’s in store for Sharon, what Val and John are planning, and all the other shenanigans to come.

#onyx watches fatws #fatws spoilers

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soft-sunflower · 4 years ago

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Flower of Evil Thoughts- Episode 13

I think for Episode 13's post, I'm not going recap the whole thing. I'm just going to talk about some keypoints throughout the episode that really stuck with me as these posts are taking up too much time to write and gather caps for. I hope you understand.

Alright, so... we are starting off Episode 13 showing us a bit of Heeseong's past. And it would seem that from the time he was a kid, he was a pretty mentally screwed up individual. Such as throwing bricks off the roof and killing a dog. And I don't buy for one moment, one MOMENT that he "can't remember" and that he's stressed over school and depressed. That's just an excuse. Like I said. He walks out of the counselor's room, smirks and brushes off his fake crocodile tears. He uses that to get people to feel pity for him.

And would you look at that. There's Hyunsoo and his creepy dad sitting there at the psychiatric center. Do Minseok calls Heeseong out there asking if he knows why he did that. "Yes. It was because of teenage depression caused by academic stress." LOL No it wasn't. That sounds like such a fake, rehearsed line to get people to feel sorry for you. Anybody who pays close enough attention to you, or is just like you *cough*DoMinseok*cough*

"You've never met someone like you. You don't know how to play. You must've been lonely while doing it."

Oh my GOD you creeptastic man! We don't mold and groom people to turn into serial killers and be buddied up while doing it, regardless of how *like you* this kid might be. Well, at least now we know how Heeseong became Do Minseok's accomplice and prodigy. Ughhh ewww... that whole scene actually gave me chills.

Okay, so back to where we left off last episode. You know, just Heeseong and his father casually dumping Soon Young's body into the trunk of their car and finding out Hyunsoo and is wife are there at the house. Hyunsoo and Jiwon have arrived at the place they weren't planning to arrive, surprise! Or is it... trash mom looks a little nervewracked over the fact that they're just randomly showing up there. She keeps peeking and checking corners to make sure Heeseong isn't within eyeshot. It's not like a murder was just committed in the middle of the hallway of her house after all. She tries to pull the "I'm feeling tired. I'd like for you to come back tomorrow."

Jiwon interrupts with "I know everything." Uh oh...

So they're in, they're sitting down. Trash mom is all agitated again.

"What do you know and how much do you know?" her fidgety ass gets on my nerves.

Without missing a beat, Jiwon looks her dead in the eye.

"What are you hiding and how much are you hiding?" Girl YASSSSS.

And then they start pulling the whole "you know who your husband really is, and so you'll just accept that?"

"First of all, I want you to know, that I'm on his side no matter what happens."

Damn right she is. That's her man. Whether his name is Do Hyunsoo or Baek Heeseong, that her is MAN and she's got his back. She loves him and she will support him, regardless of what happens because that's what a strong wife does.

So trash dad says there are many things the 4 of them could talk about it.

"There's not only four of us. There's one more person this house, right? Where is he?" LOL GIRRRRRRRLLLLL. I REALLY love her. My badass female lead. She's not wasting ANY time. And they sure did not waste any time in showing Heeseong hooked up and supposedly in that coma. Claiming he could die at any moment. Oh, please. You can't keep this a secret forever.

"We revealed all the secrets we have." LMAO NO YOU HAVE NOT. LYING SACKS A SHIT.

The way Jiwon and Hyunsoo are looking at each other, they BOTH know something is up and that something is not right.

Ohhh, Hyunsoo, you're brave but playing a VERY dangerous game here. I had a feeling that SOMEHOW this trap he set to catch Yeom Sangchul was going to backfire. But Hyunsoo is right. The person who made a deal with Yeom Sangchul to kill him, the person who offered double the amount of money, the ONLY person who knew he'd struck a deal with Yeom Sangchul that night, who knew the exact amount of money he paid Yeom Sangchul was trash dad, Baek Manwoo. He also wanted him to kill Park Kyung Choon and was going to pay him to leave quietly. All signs point to there's some seriously shady business going on with Baek Manwoo, and I think Jiwon knows this, no matter how much he and his wife try and play up the innocent act.

"I believe I underestimated you." Well, they definitely handled that well.

"Hyunsoo, it's not me." Thing is, trash dad isn't lying. He's not the accomplice for the murders, but he knows who is and him trying to fake both Hyunsoo and Jiwon out is very obvious. If only they knew that Heeseong is not in a coma.

Oh look, the lights just conveniently go out... and here's how we find out that Yeom Sangchul did not go to the summer house. Because Heeseong tells him not to. This guy is really really smart. He's so smart, he's cunning and having that kind of person for a serial killer is rather terrifying if you ask me.

"Something is off. Something doesn't feel right, but I can't figure out what that is."

Jiwon, you're so close... You KNOW something isn't right and I think Hyunsoo can feel it too.

Also, HYUNSOO DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING IN THAT BASKET. DAMMIT. This is going to be how they frame him for the housemaid's murder. I just know it. He's literally handling everything in that basket and getting his fingerprints all over it. They plotted the whole thing with the lights going out, the candles, the mother dropping the basket of items with a tape roll in it.

They had to figure out how they were going to frame Hyunsoo, and this was too perfect. They are so ahead of the game that it's terrifying, and Heeseong is loving it because it really IS all just a game to him. He's a really scary and creepy character. His calculations are spot on with everything. I'm curious how this is going to turn out when Hyunsoo and Jiwon find out Heeseong is alive and out of his coma and he's the one doing this. I really can't get a read on Gong Mija... is she doing this because she fears for her life hence her almost seemingly reluctance? Or is she doing this because Heeseong's her son? I mean she tried to kill him twice now, so...

"Hyunsoo, I've always thought of you as family. That much I was sincere about."

Is she being serious right now? I mean here she is helping frame him for a murder he didn't commit, but is she also cooperating with Heeseong because she doesn't want her son to kill her on one of his crazy rampages? I think she's afraid of her son and fears for her life, but that she actually does care for Hyunsoo because she knows Hyunsoo is not a monster of a man that everyone has spent years making him out to be? I don't know. It's so strange... she's hard to get a read on.

"No matter what you thought of me, I have never wondered what you sincerely felt, not even once."

What does he mean by saying this? That he doesn't really care what she felt? That maybe he actually knows she's always cared for him? Or that maybe she's never given him a reason to wonder about what she sincerely felt in regards to him? The way she's watching him though as he places everything back into the basket she dropped, particularly when he grabs the roll of tape, is unsettling... I really don't get her. Why would she say that? Is she on his side and is just being used by her son and husband? Or is she on her family's side and enjoying plotting against Hyunsoo, tricking him and then framing him for murder? I can't figure her out yet... she's too back and forth and very inconsistent.

Wow... they're very thorough with framing Hyunsoo for this murder. To the point he's pulling hairs out and putting them in their car. More evidence for the police to find that Hyunsoo is the murderer. Heeseong is one formidable foe. He looks far too amused while sprinkling her hair everywhere. As they say in kdrama, AISH!!!

Alright, who's smoking cigarettes and watching Haesoo...? Is there someone else we don't know about?? Does she have a target on her back too? Can we think at all of who smokes in this drama? Has there been anything suggesting a character like that? Also, the person's handprint is on the window. I would think Haesoo would want to tell the cops this...?

You know, I'm with Jiwon on this. I really wish Hyunsoo would stop getting himself involved, but it's almost like he can't help himself. I mean I can't really blame him. Being pushed into almost committing murder (Park Kyung Choon), being told to leave quietly, having a hit put on his life, his wife finding out who he really is, almost having to leave his entire life and family behind and spending the rest of his life on the run? That's a lot for one man to deal with, but if he'd stop getting himself involved, maybe things wouldn't go so far south. Oh who am I kidding. This is kdrama.

And god love him, he's scared to the core for the safety of his family. The very idea that someone like that could exist in his life makes him sick, and the fact that they could reach Jiwon and Eunha terrifies him. This is definitely one of the WORST times he could've picked to discover he has emotions. I feel so sorry for him right now, because he's doing what every loving father and husband would around the world. He's wanting to protect his family. And I love how Jiwon tells him that they're stronger than that serial killer. I love how they smile at each other, that seems to give him confidence. that she covers his trembling hand with hers to comfort him. Jiwon is so amazingly strong. I just love her. I can't stop loving this incredible character. I may even love her as equally as I love Hyunsoo.

JEONG MISOOK IS ALIVE AND I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. I CALLED IT!!! I called it from the VERY START of them saying they never found her body and that she is still missing. Kdrama rules. If the body is missing, it likely means that person is alive somewhere. But still I KNEW she wasn't dead. It was a feeling I had since before Park Kyung Choon tried to kill Hyunsoo. It would seem she has no memory of anything. She didn't even know her own name, so it makes me wonder just what happened to this woman?? Hmmm... and how is Sangchul going to use her for insurance? Insurance of what? Is he going to go up against Heeseong now and use Jeong Misook being alive to his advantage? This is definitely interesting.

It's 2:31am and Hyunsoo is getting a call that's waking him. I think that's me every time someone wakes me up haha. That's a pretty late time in the night to be calling anyone though. Annnnd it's Heeseong. That much is obvious. He starts mentioning Jiwon and Eunha claiming he's a fan, but it's more than obvious by the total creep factor of his voice that he indirectly threatening Hyunsoo's family. And Hyunsoo knows this. He can feel it. And the anxiety and fear in him is high now. His family has a target on their backs.

What does he do? Search up the location of the phone number and leaves... oh NO. DO NOT leave the house!!! This is the perfect opportunity they have to continue to frame you for murder. They will use the "You left the house for awhile last night, so where were you?" Hyunsoo, I admire your fierce determination to protect your family and to continue to put together pieces of the puzzle, but this is REALLY REALLY bad... and OOHHHH there's a dash cam on someone's car!!! I mean I get that they're on vacation, but please tell me that dash cam might come into play??

Inside the payphone box written on the wall is

"Hide and seek. I can see you, but you cannot see me." And we know Heeseong wrote that specifically for Hyunsoo. He knew that Hyunsoo would come to that pay phone trying to find him. He's having far too much fun with this. It's nervewracking how calculating he is.

And naturally, people cleaning up the woods would find the body. Of course. Hyunsoo left the house, went to the pay phone and that body is likely buried very close to where he was at. And poor Hyunsoo. He's so stressed out and nervous about the indrectly threatening phone call he received, that while he's pouring breakfast smoothies he made for his family, he doesn't realize he's spilling it out all over the table. Instead, he keeps repeating the sound of the voice from last night's call and comparing it to the accomplice's voice in the threatening message he sent years ago. He knows they're the same.

Jiwon asks if her hubby is okay because he's thinking so hard about something he's spilling smoothie everywhere. Then sweet little Eunha comes running with a hairclip for her daddy to put in her hair for her. Makes me wonder how often he's went shopping with Eunha, picked out little hair clips and things for her as well as do her hair for her in the mornings before school? It's such a sweet thing between father and daughter. But ohhhh, Eunha. Why do kids have such big mouths? Lol He left early this morning and she saw? Ohhhh noooo... Busted. Jiwon knows you left. And saved by the bell. Or rather, the phone ringing. It's not like he can just start telling his family right there in front of the both of them that he received a passive aggressive call last night indirectly threatening their lives.

Eunha's little "Fighting, mom!" Was soooo cute as Jiwon rushes off to work.

I love how protective Hyunsoo is over his precious little girl.

"Eunha, look at daddy. Did you talk to a stranger recently?" "No." "You didn't think first." "Hmmm? No." "Never go anywhere with a stranger. What are the rules?" "I will not go anywhere with a stranger. An adult doesn't ask a kid for help. Mom, Dad or Grandma would never ask someone else to come pick up Eunha."

Look at their big smiles. I love how holds her face in his hands and tells her she did well.

Awww baby girl is hungry! How is she SO CUTE!?

"Dad! My stomach gurgled! Did you hear that?" And when he puts his ear up against Eunha's belly. Goodness my heart melted but then cracked at the same time. I'm so scared for this little family. I'm scared to death for Eunha... she's so precious and innocent. Heeseong worked for human traffickers that also kidnapped and sold off children. I'm so afraid for her. I'm so scared something is going to happen to her.

Alright, so the thumbnail is missing on Soon Young's body again. What is it about Heeseong's obsession with fingernails?? He collects the ones on the left hand from his victims while also biting off his own on his left hand. Is this just how he commemorates the killings of his victims? By collecting their nails? Ughhh GOD he is just so GROSS.

Noona is back at Hyunsoo's shop and confirms to Hyunsoo that the accomplice can't be Baek Manwoo because during the time that he was meeting up with them, someone was watching her. Hyunsoo tells Haesoo about the strange call he received in the middle of the night. Thank GOD she knows this!! This is actually really important, I feel. I'm almost hoping that Haesoo contacts Jiwon to tell her about this after everything goes down. I don't like that Hyunsoo is keeping this a secret from Jiwon. I get why, but I wish he'd tell her. I feel like this is really important. And now Moojin is telling them about the body being found and that it was missing a thumbnail, because neither had any clue about anyone being murdered.

The fact that they found her notebook and her notes inside shows the direct connection she had with the murderer. Jiwon looks unsettled as she's reading the notes and wondering who she'd be referring to when she says "If you do this again, I'll tell madam and Director Baek." And of COURSE the body would be found in Makmun-dong... the same location Hyunsoo was at last night when he was checking where the phone call he received had come from. UGH! The Baeks had this too well planned. How frustrating...

And now that they have identified the body, Sunbae is informing Jiwon that it's her in-law's housemaid. Jiwon thinks back to last night on their drive home when Hyunsoo states he needs to meet with the housemaid. She knows something isn't right and rushes out stating she has something to confirm urgently.

I'm really trying to understand Heeseong's obsession with Hyunsoo. Why is he so obsessed with him? Does it have to do with the fact he's Do Minseok's son? Is there something he has planned in regards to him?

Moojin says something here that I feel is really important.

"Serial killers can't contain their urge to kill. Perhaps it was because they were in a situation where they couldn't do anything for the last 18 years."

He's right. Heeseong was in a coma. That's why he couldn't do anything. That's why the serial killings stopped. I'm sure he worked behind the scenes for awhile with the human trafficking ring, but the night he hit Hyunsoo with the car and tried to bury him alive? That's when everything stopped. His family even went to so far as to lie and state he left the country and was studying abroad. I mean really now.

Awww, Hyunsoo doesn't want his sister being alone and very unsafe and exposed, so he tells her that she needs to stay with Moojin. I'm not really a fan of their pairing, but I do love the fact that Hyunsoo is entrusting her safety to someone. Honestly, I'd rather it be Moojin because there's nobody else out there he can ask or trust to care for her and keep her safe. He makes Moojin promise him that he won't leave Noona alone and that he'll keep her safe.

Hyunsoo, Yeom Sangchul is not someone you can use so easily to get close to the accomplice, especially now that Sangchul has his own ideas and isn't so willing to cooperate with Heeseong now.

I'm really wondering what plans Sangchul has for Jeong Misook. He's not sympathetic over her having it rough. He's gonna get paid? How? Obviously he knows that Baek Heeseong is the accomplice and a serial killer, but since he failed to kill Misook, what are his plans to use this to his advantage? I have to do more thinking on this. If you guys have any ideas of what you think he's going to do, please tell me so we can plot and speculate.

Okay, so Jiwon is fingerprinting her husband and comparing the fingerprints. I'm not so sure she willingly believes that her husband went out in the middle of the night and committed a murder on Soon Young. I think Jiwon knows something is definitely up, because she knows Hyunsoo wouldn't just suddenly at the drop of a hat decide to randomly commit a murder after everything they've been through and after revealing his whole life to her. He had plenty of opportunities where he could have committed murder, but the very idea of it sickens him. He expressed that much on their drive home from the Baek's.

Heeseong continues to disturb the hell out of me more and more. He might love and worship his mother, but I get the feeling that if she made one wrong move, he wouldn't hesitate to murder her ass too. And I think the mother is terrified of her son so she's trying to be careful not to make the wrong move. She doesn't want to set off her serial killer son after all. And just like I said, I KNEW they were going to use Hyunsoo picking up all those items, especially the roll of tape, to their advantage. I knew she was in on setting this trap for him. And she seems almost guilty that she did that, after remembering Hyunsoo gently pulling a string of fuzz out of her hair.

Hyunsoo is calling Yeom Sangchul from the burner phone... And who answers? Well SHIT now. Hyunsoo knows that Jeong Mi Sook is alive!!! And I also feel like this is VERY important and needs to be paid close attention to.

Jiwon enters the shop and starts questioning where Hyunsoo was at. Was it Makmun-dong? So Jiwon tells him who's body they found, and that she was in charge of taking care of a person who's in a coma and that she was the Baek's housemaid? She tells him the fingerprints on the tape turned out to be his, all the while shedding tears.

At first I thought, Jiwon are you kidding me? You're a DETECTIVE. You KNOW where the two of you were last night. You KNOW that your husband disappeared from your side very briefly to help "mother" gather up items she dropped everywhere. You KNOW what kind of man your husband is so WHY are you suspecting him of murder now!? This is NOT your style, this is VERY inconsistent of your character, as well as your claim of "no matter what happens, I'll stand beside him." Those were my first thoughts upon all of this when she tells him he's a murder suspect and she's arresting him without a warrant.

Also, I knew the mother would tell the police that she suspects Do Hyunsoo murdered the housemaid. This whole entire thing orchestrated between the 3 Baeks was too well thought out and too well done. Now the entire police force believes him to be a true murderer and that he's guilty. My stomach just twisted. Sunbae just told all of them that Hyunsoo is Jiwon's husband... oh god...

CAN PEOPLE FOR REAL STOP FRAMING HYUNSOO FOR LIKE FIVE FUCKING MINUTES!? OMG!!! It's unbelievingly frustrating!!!!

Anyway, I don't think Jiwon is suspecting her husband of murder. I think she starts to cry because she knows that he's being framed. She also knows that police are going to find out and will be showing up to arrest him as a murder suspect, so she wants to arrest him first. She even tells him that they will make sure he does not get punished for what he didn't do. Jiwon knows that her husband did not murder that woman and that he's been framed. Jiwon is doing this protect him. She's wanting to take him to the police station because honestly he would be safest there while giving his statement as well, but she is not telling her husband this, because she herself wants to get to the bottom of who's framing him once again. That's what I truly believe. Jiwon has her own agenda, and it makes it hard because she and Hyunsoo are not on the same page.

Hyunsoo seems legit heartbroken that his wife believes him to be a murder suspect. So much to the point that he sees the image of his father, has a flashback to his father telling him this.

"Love can be very cunning. It is very sly. It makes you think you can solve everything, but in the end, it betrays you. Hyunsoo, listen to me carefully. When you feel the urge to trust somebody one day, it means you're becoming weak."

Okay, yes, he is distraught by this. He's genuinely hurt because he thinks Jiwon doesn't believe him. That Jiwon doesn't trust him anymore, so much so that it crushes him and makes him see his father once more telling him this. Jiwon gives him that look because she remembers him "seeing" things before that wasn't there. The fact that his wife would believe for even a moment that he could be capable of killing anyone has sent Hyunsoo's mental health on a bad decline once again, and I am so worried for him...

"Tell me something. Do you believe me?"

Jiwon can only say "What?" Because I don't think she realizes what's happening to her husband's mental stability right now thanks to her.

"Or deep down inside, do you believe that I really could have killed her?" He tearfully tells her "If you don't even believe me, then who else in the world would believe me?"

And now, here's where I believe Hyunsoo shuts of those emotions long enough to put his own agenda into play. He's not going to trust anyone anymore, because all it's been doing is getting him hurt, getting people out wanting to kill him, putting his family's lives in danger, and even making his wife not believe in him. Like hell he's going to that police station when the lives of his family are in danger and he knows it. I'm pretty sure I know what Hyunsoo is doing. For this moment, he's throwing away love.

It suggests as much from the preview for Ep 14, but it appears to me that he's setting his own trap.

For one, I will say, he's definitely heartbroken over the fact (at least through Hyunsoo's eyes) that his own wife seemingly does not believe nor trust that he did not kill Park Soon Young, so I can understand his hurt here. I think my heart ached for him too. However, I fully believe that the CCTV was a set up, as well as him "attacking" his wife and holding a blade to her throat. That was a set up too.I believe he was trying to show hostility toward his wife to better her chances and give the accomplice less of a reason to want to go after her. Also, back when he attacked Moojin, he had no CCTV set up in his shop at that point in time, because why would he? It's his OWN shop. There's literally zero reason to have a CCTV in there, especially when he never did before. His shop is right below his house. At least I don’t recall ever seeing one in there til this episode. All he did was lock the doors and close the blinds. There was no unplugging cameras at all.

He points Jiwon toward the monitor and he's turning this into a "hostage" situation because now he's been framed, yet again, for ANOTHER murder he didn't commit, and he knows that that accomplice knows about his family. He knows that the strange call he received at 2:31am was from the accomplice and that his family is ultimately in danger and being targeted. He's creating a hostage situation and is going to do his best to get Jiwon and Eunha somewhere safe. I fully and 100% believe this, because that's Hyunsoo's style and because of the preview for the episode. Like him telling his wife in a very gentle voice "We'll see each other again. Don't look at me like I'm going off to die. Wish me luck instead." Also, they're running off together hand in hand. Jiwon doesn't look like she fears for her life.

It would seem like cheap writing for her to just suddenly start randomly suspecting her husband of murder. It's not Jiwon't style and it's horribly inconsistent to her character up til now. I think both Hyunsoo and Jiwon have their own agendas because Hyunsoo kept the secret of the phone call from Jiwon, and Jiwon knows that someone is trying to have him killed, namely the Baeks. Hyunsoo is using the logical side of himself rather than reacting through the emotional side, because emotions CAN make you weak and now he needs to be as calculating in this game as Heeseong does. Now it's his turn to play Hide and Seek while finding out that Heeseong is the accomplice.

My heart is pumping now and I cannot WAIT til next week!!! It's going to be a very long, agonizing wait, these next 5 days.

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jelloopy · 4 years ago

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Murder on The Rockport Limited Notes

Previous: Character Creation, HtbG, Moonlighting

Ch 1

Robbie is a halfling who is pretty shitty but he’s good at making “potions” (Robbie is the roommate that everyone really hates but doesn’t want him to leave because he is their plug)

Taako is on the top bunk, Magnus is under Taako, Robbie is next to Taako and Merle is under Robbie

They are woken up at 3 am to report to Lucretia (3 am really?)

”Yeah it’s like Mario Mario or Luigi Mario” ~Griffin (This is so funny because this actually proves that Taako’s last name really is Taaco. Before Justin played it as a joke but this kinda derails that)

Robbie asks them for Pringles when they leave (Thus the beginning of me and the boys not remembering him by anything other than Pringles)

They arrive in their PJs (Taako is in footie pajamas and Merle’s has a flap in at the butt with a Kenny Chesney tattoo on his ass) (When the hell did Merle get that tattoo. Also, why is Lucretia in her full BoB garb right now? Was she asleep and get changed really quickly? Do her robes double as PJ’s? Did she just not go to sleep?)

Taako says he gets night terrors that’s why he’s in like a full-body Onesie/sleeping bag (That is so fricking sad if you think about his backstory later on…)

Magnus just starts changing clothing right then and there when Lucretia tells them that they don’t have time to get ready (This man really has no shame or boundaries. I imagine it was the same in the century tbh)

Leimann Kessler (half-elf man) was murdered before he was even on the train but was able to secure the Relic on the train (Personally, don’t know a lot about how trains work but this to me is kinda odd. Who knew he died? Do their bracers know when the wearer perishes? Is there like a body temp check and a pulse check in there too? We know that it can track them but… how much more can it do…)

All the relics come from a different school of magic. They were never in the hands of someone long enough to learn what they are capable of (Potentially this is a lie. We would have already known the names, schools of magic, and possibly what they could do based upon that alone. I bet Lucretia is hiding that info in her office)

The Gauntlet deals with Evocation magic (Hmmm, I can only imagine why. Maybe because Lup also worked in Evocation magic?)

Avi is manning the cannon! The whole scene with Magnus High as hell. Avi Never learned how to Wink (Avi you’re adorable I love you. Magnus. Get your shit together man.)

Taako pulls the lever too early and they change trajectory into a swamp

Leech fight! (I honest to god forgot this even happened before listening to it again. Not my fave fight)

Ch 2

Merle gets a lot of blood sucked from him by the leeches

Merle is completely submerged in the swamp and Magnus pulls his ass out (Why is it always Merle)

”Scientists have yet to agree” ~Griffin (I personally use this phrase all the time. It just makes me laugh so hard every time.)

Taako can levitate (I really wished he used this more ngl. I would also like to see some more fanart of this)

They are in Rockport! Covered in swamp shit!

Tom Beaudette! We see his house and they get hosed off then they see him at the ticket station again. (What a nice guy!)

Leimann, Diddly, and Justin Kessler (10/10 best alias’ ever)

Taako Charms Tom (It’s a nice go-to huh?)

Merle really wants to murder tom he wanted him to step in front on the train (Merle really is the one who goes straight for murder)

Ch 3

Hudson, Jess the Beheader, Graham Juicy Wizard, ANGUSSSSSSSS, and Jenkins McShittywizard (My favorite train gang!)

Travis making fun of Griffin for how he needs to sleep with 100000000 pillows (I cherish all of these out of character bits where they really just dog on one another)

Angus, my sweet summer child don’t talk to strangers. We know your grandfather’s name was long forgotten even though you’re going to visit him in Never Winter.

The boys legit think Angus is evil and Griffin yells at them bc they are being racist. (1- how are they being legit racist? You haven’t introduced anything about Angus’ race at all?) (2- Jesus he is only 10 years old my dudes)

Graham is 36 years young and is crazy obsessed with trains and his real name is Percy? He is shadowing Jenkins in hopes of learning more about working on a train

Taako from TV! (And so his legend begins!)

Ch 4

Jenkins is harnessing a limited version of teleportation magic

Angus calling the boys out on their bullshit

Taako calling Angus “pumpkin” (Literally melts my heart. I wish someone called me cute nicknames. Also, Taako hasn’t even talked to this kid that much and that name is reoccurring)

Angus has a nondescript blue book that is able to intercept messages sent through magical means (Where did this child get this book and who let him keep it? This is legit just like letting children under 13 have access to the unrestricted internet. It’s literal Hell)

The bit with Angus and “PRYING EYES AND EARS!” (uh foreshadowing my guy)

They find “Jenkins” Dead body after hearing Graham scream

Merle is able to identify a lot of things by looking at the body (It still scares me that he is technically a Physician.)

Angus pulls a small CROSSBOW OUT OF HIS SLEEVE? (Where did he get this, how did he keep it from Hudson, Why the fuck does he have it)

Angus really said “you guys run I’ll get rid of him!” and grabs Graham and runs (How strong is this child. He’s legit lifting and pulling a grown-ass man without help)

”I’m following Angus I’ll see yall in hell!” ~Taako (Yes follow the badass 10-year old please)

”I wanna tell you about the time about this time there were three ogres…”~Taako

The Foley work bit and then Griffin just snapping “The train derails and you all die” (Another out of character goof that I cherish)

”I shit and take 14 damage” ~Griffin (are you okay? How much health do you have? What’s your max HP dude?)

Taako makes the Crab monster Levitate

Magnus punched the crab monster out of the window and it got scrapped up on the side of the train

Ch 5

They follow the Crab into their sleeper car and Magnus attacks with a chair and Griffin says “I imagine because you are so skilled at carpentry that you’ve had to attack someone with a chair before so you are in fact proficient in this attack”

Jess comes in and finishes the crab off with her Soul bound ax that she can conjure at any time (This legit just means that Jenkins did not need to carry her ax to the crypt safe. She let him do it for shits n giggles. We stan)

Jess got her last name legally changed to “Beheader” and Magnus says that he got his legally changed to “The Hammer” (Really Magnus… this isnt 3rd grade stop trying to impress her. It’s that or it could be another sad reference to “Hammer and Tongs” which would mean Julia was “Tongs” D: that is so depressing and cute)

Magnus and Merle are making good progress in solving the murder

”Alright lads” “oh fuck” When Merle keeps up his disguise as Leimann Kessler (It’s so funny because his fake Leimann Kessler is just his current Argonaut Keen.)

”I cast ZONE OF TRUTH” “Jesus you’re like a zone of truth cleric” (Oh honey. This is just the beginning)

Magnus wakes Graham up with a 5% smack with his left hand and then a 6.5% smack also with his left hand (Wtf is this BNHA? Alright Deku)

Taako is an Alcoholic? (He keeps asking for a drink ...This is a bit concerning but it makes sense)

Magnus slaps Graham again with 7.2% and he popped something in Graham’s jaw and he begins screaming but Merle heals him (OKAY DEKU COOL IT MY GUY)

”I wanna be a guy... with a head!” ~” Hudson” (hehe foreshadowing)

SCUTTLE BUDDY!!!!! (A short but adorable life you have my Lil man)

Ch 6

The “fisticuffs” scene with Taako and Angus (Now this is really concerning considering his backstory. I know it’s a joke because of how many people they accidentally kill all the time but like dude… little do you know…)

Angus leading them through the mystery is so cute. But also you know its Griffin trying to get his family to really think it through and I love it. (It really makes my heart really full to hear Griffin get really excited when they figure it out slowly instead of mocking them when they guess wrong)

MERLE YES! MAGNUS YES! YOU’RE GETTING IT! YOU’RE SO CLOSE! (Teamwork makes the dream work baby!)

Magnus jumps out of the train and Griffin gets really serious and gives him the “if you fail this you will actually die” speech (This coupled with the fight scene that Magnus accidentally skipped and the fact that originally Travis did want Magnus to die so he could re-roll a rogue is so wild)

Magnus is gonna become a wrecking ball Jesus (very Magnus-core)

Hell yeah, Magnus! Knock the meat monster into Jenkins!!

Magnus gets hit for 10 points at 1hp and paries it for 10 points! (Top ten anime near-death experiences)

Jenkins threatens to kill the meat monster. Horribly misses then is thrown off the fucking train by the meat monster (Get fucked wrecked Jenkins that’s what you get for being cocky!)

Ch 7

They find the dousing rod compass that Jenkins was using and find the monocle (Pirates of the Caribbean much?)

Taako grabs The Oculus because he has escaped the thrall of a relic before

It tells him that it can make anything he can imagine (This is really interesting tbh)

The Umbrastaff eATS JENKINS WAND!!! and a Lil sigil appears on the handle of the staff that also looks like an umbrella (Lup gets fed lmao. Don’t really understand the Sigil appearing tho. It doesn’t come up any other time I don’t think so it’s cool)

Taako grabs the teleport wand thing and asks everyone to leave and he grabs a bunch of shit from the Cryptsafe pile (Very Taako-core)

They make it to the engineer’s room and Graham tries to slow the train down but he can’t

Taako wanted to open the gate to Never Winter to Phandalin but they change it to Jenkins’ garden because it needs to be a room with “one entrance” (Solid idea on Taako’s part. If it were to work no one would have been hurt)

Taako pushed Angus off the train and he looses two teeth (This man pushed a whole child off the train… ‘Ight)

Magnus dies by jumping off the train (Top ten anime death scenes)

Taako successfully opens the gate into Jenkin’s garden and the train crashes into the garden

Magnus is stabilized by Merle (Awe so the Cleric can do his job!)

Angus gives them pringles for Robbie and the compass. Taako gives Angus one of the forks from his grandfather’s set.

They go to a nearby Never Winter Clinic to get patched up

Out of character, they choose to work on voices and Griffin calls them out bc he’s been doing 8 “different” voices and Clint goes “Yeah try doing that for 40 years” get fuckin rOASTED Ditto! (Also Griffin I love you but like 3 of the voices were the exact same and 2 were so similar it wasn’t funny. Don’t get me wrong different voices aren’t my strong suit either but ya did give it your best shot so.)

We goin’ back to the moon baby!

AVI MY MAIN MAN! (I will forever and always want and need more Avi screen time)

The oculus works with illusory magic (Which is very interesting bc I know it was made by Davenport because he also worked in allusory magic but I don’t ever remember him using any magic… who knows maybe he has and I just never realized)

Lucretia thought they were gonna get it off the train before it left... woman… (You’ve known these men for how long and you thought they were gonna w h a t?)

Next: Lunar Interlude I,

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littlelambdrgnfly · 4 years ago

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Tumblr exclusive fic

Hey y’all! So I wrote this fic a couple of years ago on my ABDL tumblr (which I’m not sharing because I did at first and it quickly got weird because that’s where I reblog all my fap material lmao), and it’s just straight up humiliation smut. Warning: it does get messy. Hope you like it! <3

Love and Punishment

Something John had never anticipated about extreme fame was the immediate lack of privacy and time to himself. He had come to relish the times when he was able to hide in the restroom for even just five minutes without someone knocking on the door to usher him to the next concert, press junket, recording session, charity event, or competitive ass-kissing he and his bandmates were pressured into on a daily basis. Sometimes, even a toilet break at all was an unusual luxury—there were often times that he found himself unable to find even a few minutes to relieve himself, and he had to hold it in until he finally had to excuse himself.

Paul teased him about it regularly, especially when John had a close-call which happened more often than John would like to admit. When they roomed together, Paul would help John out of his clothes and inspect his underwear for wet spots, which were usually present. “You naughty boy,” he teased, “I should keep you in nappies all the time, shouldn’t I?”

John squirmed in his seat, thinking about the thick nappies Paul liked to dress him in and not about the growing pressure on his bladder. “I have to go to the loo!” he whined to Paul. They were on their way to the hotel from their concert; as soon as they had finished the performance, the boys were swept into two separate cars, John and Paul in one, with George and Ringo in the other.

Paul only smiled and squeezed John’s knee. “You can hold it, right? You’re not going to have a smelly accident all over the car seat, are you?”

John flushed bright red, glancing up front to see if the driver had overheard. “I’m not a baby!” he snapped. “I can wait to use the toilet!” Paul didn’t respond to that; John knew that he could have named any number of embarrassing things John had done that would refute his claim of adulthood. He and Paul started playing these baby games months ago, and it made John so excited, even though the same process was so shamefully humiliating. They didn’t usually play these games while they were on the road, and John was getting desperate for his infantile release. He didn’t say this to Paul—while Paul acted as his daddy and often got more excited than John while playing, he didn’t want to admit how much he needed it. It was all right when Paul invited him to stay the weekend at his house, wrapped his arms around him and whispered in his ear how much he wanted to treat John like a baby. Having to ask Paul for it himself was beyond him.

By the time they arrived at the hotel, John was in the middle of an awkward pee-pee dance as they went to check into their room. It was late, and the lobby was nearly deserted except for the bellboys whispering among themselves about the famous pop stars in their midst, and a pretty, dark-skinned girl behind the counter, probably not too much younger than the boys themselves. The other car was nowhere in sight.

“Welcome to Magnolia Inn,” the girl giggled, “my name is Carrie! And what’re your names—except everyone already knows your names! Oh gosh, I’m sounding so silly!”

“Not at all,” Paul replied, turning on his thousand-watt smile, and John knew he had immediately forgotten all about John’s “situation.” “I actually like to travel under the name ‘Paul Ramon,’ it adds a little more mystery, don’t you think?”

“Paul,” John whined, shifting his weight from leg to leg, “Paul, please, I gotta—”

“John, I’m talking to this young lady, you’re going to have to wait,” Paul scolded, and John felt a stab of pain in his bladder as his temper flared at the same time. Paul was supposed to care about him, take care of him! This girl, this stranger, could never need Paul the same way John did!

He felt the wet heat between his legs before he fully realized what was happening—he was pissing himself! Carrie trailed off in the middle of her sentence, staring at John’s trousers in shock. Paul glanced over at his friend, then did a double-take at the wet streaks running down John’s legs.

“Look at you! You can’t hold your pee for more than half an hour?!” he yelled, and John burst into tears. He had had accidents before, but almost entirely when he was black-out drunk or in a safe environment with Paul egging him on to just let go, never like this, with a pretty girl staring at him with giggles in her eyes and Paul scolding him for the whole world to see.

“What’s going on?!” a familiar Liverpudlian accent exclaimed, and John wished the floor would open and swallow him. George and Ringo stood behind him, eyes wide as saucers. They knew about his and Paul’s romantic relationship, but absolutely no one knew what they did behind closed doors.

“Little Johnny decided that his trousers would be the best thing to piss in, and he didn’t even want to wait until we got upstairs,” Paul said sarcastically. He finished filling in the necessary paperwork, slammed the pen down, and grabbed John’s wrist, dragging him to the elevator while John sobbed, looking back over his shoulder to see the entire lobby watching them, except for Carrie, leaning over the counter to inspect the large puddle he left behind.

“It was an accident!” John wailed as soon as the elevator doors slid closed. “I didn’t mean to!”

“Bullshit,” Paul snapped, lighting a cigarette. “Were you jealous that I was paying attention to that pretty girl and not you? I’ve never seen you do something so babyish, even when you cut up that girl’s clothing in Hamburg. You’re in for a nasty punishment, little boy.”

John couldn’t reply, he was crying too hard. He let Paul lead them to their bedroom with no arguments, sniveling like a naughty baby as Paul led him by the hand with his trousers sticking uncomfortably to his thighs. As soon as they entered, Paul flipped the lights on and made John stand before the full-length mirror on the wall.

“Look at yourself,” he ordered. “I want you to see the big baby I see.”

John forced himself to meet his reflection’s eyes—his face, bright red, streaked with tears, and trousers, streaked with piss—he knew Paul was right. He was a grown man, but he looked just like an oversized little boy.

“This is what everybody saw, Johnny,” Paul growled into his ear. “You want to embarrass yourself like this, that’s fine, but don’t you dare bring me into it. I thought I had a good little boy who knew that he was only supposed to have smelly accidents in his nappies, but everyone is going to think that Daddy Paul can’t control his big baby. What do you have to say for yourself, baby?”

True to his childish self, even through his tears and sobs, John choked out, “I told you I had to go! You weren’t listening to me!”

The minute he said it, he knew he shouldn’t have. Paul’s face clouded over, and within seconds, John’s wet trousers and underpants were around his ankles, and Paul was yanking him over to the bed and over his knee. “No! No!” he squealed, kicking his legs in a useless effort to free himself, but Paul held him down strong and tight, locking one of John’s legs between his own to make sure that his naughty boy didn’t escape until he had suffered his punishment properly.

“Naughty baby!” Paul grunted as he brought his open palm down on John’s bare bottom. John howled in pain, squirming on Paul’s lap. “Stay still and take your punishment!”’

Despite the pain and the overwhelming humiliation, John was painfully aware of how hard he had become. Having Paul, who was younger than him, who looked so much more innocent than him, dominate him so completely, treating him just like a misbehaving child… John was initially horrified to find how much this role play turned him on, and as time went on, it still shamed him to the core, but he became more and more desperate for even more embarrassing baby situations.

Paul sniffed the air dramatically. “Ugh, you smell like piss, and you’re getting it all over my trousers. You better not wet yourself while you’re on my lap, I haven’t forgotten. You’re going to be Daddy’s good baby and wait until you have your nappy on, aren’t you?”

John only sobbed and moaned into the mattress. Paul loved to bring up the time he wet himself during a spanking, but shushed John every time he tried to argue that he told Daddy that he had to pee-pee before the spanking, but Paul had assumed John was only saying that to get out of his punishment. He didn’t want to wear his nappy tonight, he knew George and Ringo would be coming to their room shortly to demand an explanation, but it was hopeless to argue with Paul on this. John knew very well what the punishment for wetting himself was, and while that was all well and good in Paul’s bedroom, the thought of his friends seeing him in his most embarrassing secret made his heart pound so hard, he thought he may be sick.

Paul finished his spanking with his usual soft tap on the middle of John’s bottom. “All right, baby, let’s get you in that nappy. My little boy is just a regular fountain, isn’t he!” He let John up and helped him out of his shirt, leaving him naked and still sticky from his accident. With practiced ease, Paul pulled a terrycloth nappy from his suitcase and prepared it for John. “Come here, little darling, lie down, right on the middle of your nappy, there’s a good baby! Such a smart little baby he is!”

It was then, as John lay naked on the floor on top of his open diaper, that there came a knock on the door. John started to sit up, but Paul held him down. “No, no, you’ve lost your big boy privileges for the night. Everyone downstairs saw you wet yourself like a baby, so they’re not going to be surprised to see you like this. This is what you wanted, isn’t it, Johnny?” He reached into his case and pulled out John’s oversized blue dummy, popping it into John’s mouth before he had a chance to react.

That was how George and Ringo saw him as Paul let them in the door. He wanted so badly to cry, but resisted by suckling the dummy in his mouth, using it for just its intended purpose.

“What the fucking hell is this?!” George cried, mouth agape. “Is this some kind of gag?”

“John, what’s wrong with you?” Ringo asked. He looked visibly disturbed, but also like he wanted desperately to burst out laughing. “You pissed yourself downstairs, and now… this? Did you lose a bet to Paul or something?”

“Oh no, it’s nothing like that,” Paul said, kneeling next to John with the baby powder and wipies. “Johnny here needs to be treated like a baby sometimes. It’s really the only way to properly discipline him. You remember what a terror he used to be? Well, a few nights in nappies really sorts this boy out.” He patted John’s bottom. “Legs up, baby, let Daddy wipe your wet bummy!”

John felt like he was on another planet when Paul lifted his legs and ran a cool baby wipe over his abused bottom, exposing him to George and Ringo. The humiliation was so deep, so intense, he felt like cold clay in Paul’s hands, and was unable to react when Paul spread his cheeks to inspect his little hole.

“Tsk, Johnny, you haven’t been wiping properly. This is why Daddy should be in charge of wiping all the time!”

“This is insane!” George exploded. “John, get up! You’re not a bloody baby; you’re twenty-five years old! How can you let Paul do this to you?!”

Even the dummy wasn’t helping now—John bawled behind his pacifier, tears streaming down his cheeks, even as Paul continued his diapering process. “George, John can tell me to stop anytime,” Paul said calmly, sprinkling a fine layer of powder over Johnny’s neatly trimmed pubic area. “All he has to say is ‘Paul, I want to be an adult,’ and I’ll immediately stop. But he’s not going to say that, because as embarrassing as this is, Johnny loves being a baby. He’s actually quite a sweet baby, when he’s not being a naughty little stinker, and I love being his daddy. Even though I have my hands very full with this big baby’s nappies!” He tickled John’s chubby tummy, and John giggled despite himself.

“He actually uses those nappies?” Ringo asked in obvious disgust. “He shits himself and everything?”

“Oh yes, he was reluctant to it at first, but now little Johnny loves to do his poo-poos in his nappy, don’t you, love? In fact, that reminds me…” He reached over to his suitcase once more to pull out his medicine kit, and from within it, a small jar of large pills. “Johnny has a long night of punishment ahead of him for that stunt he pulled in the lobby, and these suppositories are perfect for a naughty boy who likes to potty in his pants. Would the two of you like to stay?”

John whined loudly in fear as George and Ringo looked to each other, then back to their friends on the floor. “We won’t…” George started, hesitantly. “We won’t have to change him, will we?”

Paul laughed. “Not unless you want to! But believe me, you don’t want to.” And with that, he swiftly slipped the suppository deep into John’s bum and pinned the diaper closed. “The only rule is that you won’t tell anyone what you saw here tonight. The only reason I’m letting you two see this is because you’re our closest friends, and we trust you. This isn’t hurting John, it’s about loving him and disciplining him the way he needs.” He sat John up, still red-faced from crying, and kissed his cheek. “We do love you, Johnny,” he cooed, stroking his hair back. “Even though you’re a naughty baby, we love you.”

Ringo crouched down in front of John, eyes twinkling in amusement. “Hullo there, baby Johnny. I’m your Uncle Ritchie, do you remember me?”

John only blushed and sucked shyly on his dummy. Even just a year ago, he never would have dreamed this would be happening! Ringo reached out and grasped John’s diapered crotch, making the boy gasp.

“He is rather excited by all of this,” Ringo remarked to Paul, acting like John couldn’t hear them, or rather, that he was too young to understand. “I thought it may have just been from the nappy change, Zak gets little stiffies when he’s getting his dirty pants changed too.”

“He does usually get a stiffy when I’m changing him,” Paul said nonchalantly, standing up but making no motion to help John from the floor. “Has Zak ever pissed on you while it’s up? Johnny’s gotten it all over my shirt before.”

John whined loudly, and hid his face behind his hands as the other boys laughed. “Sorry, Johnny, this is just what parents do!” Ringo chuckled. “They all talk about their little one’s most embarrassing moments… It’s just that usually the little one in question is too young to remember it happening!”

“So… he does really like this?” George sounded less angry than before, and John peeked through his fingers to look at him before quickly hiding again. “He gets off on it? And you do too?”

Paul hummed in agreement, and ran the tips of his fingers through John’s hair. “It’s really not as bad as you think it is, even the messy aspect of it. It was a process. It started with giving Johnny a spanking when he misbehaved and… ended up like this.” He bent over, stuck his hands beneath John’s armpits and hoisted him to his feet. “Oof, come on, darling! Your punishment isn’t over yet—it’s Corner Time.”

“No, Daddy, pwease!” John cried, the words muffled behind his dummy. Paul didn’t listen, of course, and John found himself with his nose pressed to the corner of the wall, tears streaming down his face as everyone else laughed and Daddy told him he had thirty minutes of punishment left.

“God, he looks just like an overgrown baby,” George commented, lighting a cigarette, and John heard the other boys follow suit. “This is seriously perverse, Paul.”

“Aw, it’s not as bad as all that, Georgie. You know John didn’t have a dad growing up… This is therapeutic for him as much as anything. Have you ever seen John cry before? This makes it so much easier for him to let go of all his troubles and just focus on little baby things instead.”

“What does he like to do?” Ringo asked, voice brimming with glee. “Does he drink from a bottle?”

“Of course he does! Sometimes I’ll feed him from a bottle even when we’re not playing, he just loves it so much. He always wants to be sucking on something, whether it’s his bottle, or his dummy, or thumb, or even just my cock.”

John heard someone choke on their drink, and the three of them burst into laughter as John burned in shame in his corner. His cock ached against his soft nappy, and while Daddy was distracted, he rubbed his crotch gently, trying to get even the slightest bit of stimulation, but Daddy was much too vigilant.

“Ah-ah, Johnny! Hands behind your back, little boy!” Johnny obeyed with a sob, and heard Paul explain, “Johnny isn’t allowed to play with his pee-pee either. He knows that belongs to Daddy, and only Daddy is allowed to touch it.”

There was movement from behind him, and moments later, John felt someone’s hot breath on his neck. “Is that true, Johnny?” George whispered into his ear, and John shivered, the reverberations of George’s voice going straight to his groin. There was a heavy smell of liquor of George’s breath, and it took all the strength he had not to turn around. “You like your nappy so much, but Paul won’t let you play with your… Your little pee-pee…” John tried not to moan as George groped between his legs; he didn’t fight, only rolled his hips against George’s hand, attempting for even the slightest bit of gratification.

But just then, as George kissed his sweaty neck, he broke wind so loudly, he was afraid it might have been heard from the hallway. Paul and Ringo burst out in hearty guffaws as George leapt back. “Christ Almighty, John!” he cursed. “Are you not potty trained at all?!”

John wailed in humiliation and whirled around to defend himself. “It’s not my fault! It’s the supp—”

“Back in the corner!” Paul thundered, and John did as he was told, cowering pathetically, slightly smaller farts filling his nappy. It wasn’t far away now.

“Daddy, please, please let me go to the potty!” John begged, shifting his weight from side-to-side. “Please Daddy, I don’t want to use my nappy!”

“Now now, Johnny,” Ringo said, “there’s no shame in using a nappy for what they’re meant for!”

“Thank you, Ritchie, that’s what I’ve been telling him for ages! You heard Uncle Ritchie, Johnny, go ahead and make your messy in your nappy. Daddy and your uncles will be here to change you.”

John moaned loudly; the thought of little Georgie, whom he had always treated as a child, an inferior, changing his shitty nappy, fried his brain, so deliciously humiliating that he would have done absolutely anything he was told. He squatted down, nose still deep in the corner of the room, and took a big breath as he began filling his nappy in front of his closest friends.

“He’s doing it!” Ringo cried. “Bloody hell, I wish I had my Polaroid!”

Paul was next to John instantly, kissing his cheek and stroking his hair. “That’s it, little darling, push all that nasty mess out. Daddy is so proud of you! Go poo-poo in your nappy like a good little baby!”

“Daddyyy,” John whined, tears still falling from his eyes, every squelching, rumbling noise that came from his backside making his scrunch his face up in shame.

“Daddy’s right here, lovey.” He patted John’s already-drooping bottom. “Get it all out, baby.”

“Christ, that’s rank,” George muttered. “Hey Ringo, what smells worse, John or one hundred babies?”

“Oh, John, for sure! Babies have simple diets, but I see what John puts away on an average day!”

“Shh, Johnny, just ignore them,” Paul whispered, as John whimpered and sobbed. “You’re Daddy’s precious little boy and I love you no matter how stinky you get.”

It took several minutes of John pushing and straining to get all of the mess out of his system, Paul comforting him all the while. When he finally stood back up, the back of his nappy hung low on his hips, stained brown. George and Ringo hooted and hollered with laughter.

“There you go, little sweetheart,” Paul cooed, patting his nappy again. “Doesn’t the baby feel much better now that he has an empty tummy?”

John nodded and whimpered through his tears, “Uh… Uh-huh…”

“You were so good, honey, so Daddy hates to do this…” He checked his watch. “Daddy will change you in just fifteen minutes.”

John wailed babyishly, and Paul gave him a sharp smack on his messy bottom. “Don’t make me get the dummy ribbon!”

“Dummy ribbon?” Ringo inquired.

“Johnny has a tendency to take his dummy out and complain if I don’t strap it in somehow. I found a lovely pink ribbon that I can tie around the clip of his dummy and then back around his head. You don’t want your uncles to see your dummy ribbon, do you, Johnny?”

John shook his head but didn’t answer. The mess against his arse felt disgusting, and he feared it was so full, the nappy may fall off his hips altogether, exposing his messy bottom to all of his friends. Despite the revolting load in his nappy and the most frightful humiliation he had ever experienced, John had never been this hard in his life. He spent the last fifteen minutes of Corner Time trying not to listen as Daddy Paul regaled George and Ringo with stories of his babyish habits and exploits, and trying not to brush the front of his diaper against the wall for any sort of relief.

“All right, baby, time’s up!” John turned around to see the three other men smiling wolfishly at him. “Now let’s get that nappy changed, shall we?”

Paul led him on shaking legs back to the towel that marked his changing spot on the floor, and grimaced as he sat his full weight into the mess in the back of his nappy. He understood why babies cried when they needed a change, he felt so perfectly helpless and disgusting that he couldn’t do anything but lie on the floor and suck on his dummy while Paul gathered his diapering supplies.

“So what do you say?” Paul asked. “Do you guys want to help me with this?”

Ringo finished the rest of his drink in one large gulp. “I’m game. Two kids have inured me against being disgusted by shit.”

Paul turned his doe-eyes onto his youngest friend. “Georgie?”

George drew out a long, guttural groan, before saying, “Fine, if everyone else is…”

John lay perfectly still as Paul unpinned his nappy, and for a brief second, he hoped that he would start laughing and tell the other boys to leave so he could give John the privacy he deserved. That fleeting hope was gone the moment Paul pulled the front panel of his nappy open, and the full extent of his mess, and his leaking little erection, was revealed.

“Man alive!” George cried, waving a hand in front of his face. “He smells worse than a thousand stadium loos!”

Paul laughed. “You should smell him after he’s eaten beans! Now, both of you take a leg, and hold it up. We want to make sure Johnny gets nice and clean after his stinky accident!”

John’s legs were raised high in the air as Paul pulled on a pair of thick latex gloves. John could tell that Ringo and George were staring at his messy little hole and privates, but by now, he was almost too far gone to care. He squirmed under their scrutiny and the cool baby wipe that Paul ran over his bottom, but otherwise lay still, suckling his dummy peacefully.

“There we go, lovey,” Paul crooned. “Daddy and your uncles are going to make you all clean! Then we can give you a nice little cummy for being so good during your punishment before Daddy puts you in your nighttime nappy.”

John gurgled and cooed happily from behind his dummy, even as George and Ringo laughed. “Oh, I think the baby likes his cummies,” George said. He stroked John’s chubby thigh with his finger, smiling when John turned his half-lidded gaze to him.

Soon enough, John’s bottom passed inspection and Paul threw the overloaded diaper in the trash, and in the back of John’s mind, he reminded himself to leave a very big tip for the maid in the morning. “Keep his legs up,” Paul ordered, and produced a small, bright yellow egg, that with a deft twist of his fingers, started to magically vibrate. Paul knelt on the floor and pushed the egg deep into John’s bum, making him pant and squirm on his makeshift changing mat.

“Now come, darling,” Paul said. “I want you to give your uncles a nice thank-you prezzy for helping change your stinky nappy! Ask them if they want a blowie?”

John sat up, and said in his most childish voice, “Uncle Ritchie, can I please give you a blowie?”

Ringo grinned and stroked John’s cheek before unzipping his fly. “Now, how could Uncle Ritchie ignore such a sweet request? Go ahead, little Johnny, it’s all yours.”

John immediately started to bob and suck along the length of Ringo’s cock, the toy vibrating inside him making him sloppy and inexact, but no one expected more from a big baby. He tried to take it deeper, but choked, gagging around the shaft. Within minutes, Ringo’s large cock exploded all over John’s face, covering his cheeks, bridge of his nose, and lips with strings of white cum.

“Daddy!” John exclaimed, wide-eyed. “Daddy, my face is sticky!”

Paul and Ringo laughed. “It certainly is, darling!” Paul gushed, and wiped his boy’s face sweetly. “Now it’s Uncle Georgie’s turn.”

John turned to George shyly. “Uncle Georgie… Uncle Georgie, can I…

“Yes, go on,” Paul encouraged.

“Can I suck on your... Your baba?” John whispered, mouth dry.

“Fuck,” George whispered in return. “Fuck, Paul, I’m sorry I said what I did, I think I understand perfectly now.” And with that, he took the back of John’s head, fingers intertwining with his thick hair, and urged John’s mouth onto his cock.

John bashfully sucked on the head of George’s cock, so much larger than his own. He glanced up at his younger friend, and George let out a loud moan. “That’s it, little baby, suck it,” he growled, and John regained his nerve, bobbing his head up and down until George spilled his spunk into John’s mouth, and this time, John was able to swallow all of it.

“What a good boy,” Paul murmured, helping John to his feet and wrapping him up in his arms. His little cock was so eager for release, it looked painful to the touch, and a large pearl of pre-cum clung to the tip. Paul sat on the edge of the bed, and sat John down on his knee. John moaned as the egg pressed deeper inside him, buzzing against his prostate, and Paul took a firm grasp of his cock.

“Baby has Daddy’s permission to cummy,” Paul whispered in his ear, and that was all it took. With a loud, quivering gasp, John finally found the release he had been waiting for since Paul had pulled him over his knee.

“Good baby,” Paul said, kissing the side of his head. “Now stand up for Daddy…” John did as he was told, and Paul bent him over to remove the egg from his bottom. His legs felt like jelly, and as soon as he started returning to his senses, he was hyperaware of George and Ringo watching him.

“Now we’ll get the baby in his nighttime nappy, and it’ll be time for night-night,” Paul said firmly, laying John back down on the bed. “Do you want to thank your uncles for taking care of you?”

“Th-thank ‘oo, Unca Ritchie. Thank ‘oo, Unca Georgie.”

Ringo smiled gently, and leaned down to kiss John’s forehead. “Think nothing of it, Baby Johnny.”

George stared at Paul. “Aren’t you going to get off too?”

Paul smiled as he unfolded a fresh nappy and slid it under John’s bum. “I will, just later. Daddies have to put their babies’ needs ahead of their own desires.” He quickly and expertly diapered John, and with a burst of baby powder, one would never know how foul he had been only a short while before.

George bent over to kiss John’s forehead just as Ringo did, then after a second, pressed another to his lips. “Good night, Baby Johnny. I’m sorry if I was mean to you tonight.”

“It’s okay, Unca Georgie,” John whispered. “I wuv you…”

George smiled widely. “And I love you too.”

Paul showed the other boys out of the room, saying his own good nights and reaffirming their itinerary for the following morning, before coming back and tucking John under the covers.

“I’m so proud of you for being such a good boy during your punishment,” he said, pulling his clothes off until he was nude, his erection stiff against his abdomen. “You’ve come such a long way in your baby training.”

John smiled sweetly as Paul snapped off the light and crawled into bed with him, spooning him close from behind. “Uncle George and Ringo won’t tell anyone, will they?”

“Of course not, baby. They would never do that to you.” John could feel Paul’s erection poking him insistently through his nappy, and he let Paul turn him on his front with no arguments.

Paul took one of the pins from his nappy and pulled it down enough for John’s arse to be exposed. With a little lube, he slid into John’s relaxed hole with ease, groaning with pleasure. “I’m so happy you’re my naughty little baby, Johnny,” he panted, thrusting into his boy. “I love getting to punish you and make you my good boy.”

John cooed in happiness. He had inhabited many identities thus far in his short life—troublemaker, teddy boy, pop star, troubled artist… But somehow, by no narrow margin, being Paul’s good boy was the best of all.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years ago

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Sinday: The Bet

can you write something where an innocent reader loses a bet with steve and basically has to be his little maid/sex doll for a month, and he's super into free use so literally just fucking her while she's cleaning or just chilling reading/watching tv lmao as requested by anonymous

Warnings: dark!fic, noncon

It had all come down to this. A single ball. If you sank it, you won it all, but if you didn't, you'd never hear the end of it.

It started friendly. A game of doubles. You and Sam against Steve and Bucky. Two games all and some smack talk that went a little too far and your partners had called it quits. You and Steve opted for a fifth game. A tie breaker.

You lifted your cue but barely chose your shot before Steve's voice interrupted you. You huffed and lowered the pool stick.

"Wait, wait," Steve leaned on the opposite side of the table. "I was thinking…let's make this a little more interesting."

"What? Me rubbing your face in it isn't enough. I gotta take your money too?" You teased.

"Money? Nah." He smirked. "I was thinking something else."

"Like?"

"Name your price."

"Hmm," You stood straight and leaned on the cue. "Well…how about, you lose, you take my Brazil posting. There's a concert that weekend I was hoping to see."

"Brazil?" He repeated. "Fuck."

"I mean, you could win. You do, I'll take whatever mission you don't want."

"Actually, I had something else in mind." He said.

"Oh?" You tilted your head.

"You scratch and you're mine for a day." He stated.

"Yours?"

"I've been away a lot lately. My apartment could use a good scrubbing." He said.

You thought for a moment and looked at the table. It was an easy shot. You really didn't want to go to Brazil. You bit your lip and weighed the risk.

"Alright, deal," You declared.

"Deal," He rounded the table and held out his hand. You shook it and turned your attention back to the table.

You bent and lined up your shot. You exhaled and cleared your mind. Just there and the spin would carry it into the corner. You called your shot and pulled back.

The ball hit the exact angle you wanted and you stood straight to watch it roll towards the pocket. It hit the felt just beside and bobbled at the edge of the hole. It stopped. You blinked. It was impossible.

"Ha," Steve whooped. "Yes!"

"Fuck." You weren't looking forward to scrubbing Steve's toilet.

"That's a whole twenty-four hours," He gloated.

"Yeah, yeah," You crossed your arms. "Too bad for you I'm a shitty maid."

You had been to Steve’s apartment several times before, but never alone. It was a peculiar realization as you waited for him to answer his door. Every other time you had been there, it had been neat. He didn’t seem the type to let a mess gather.

When he opened your door you ignored his greeting as you tried to peer past him. It didn’t look a mess. You grumbled your hello and he welcomed you in. You crossed your arms as you glanced around.

“Steve,” You sighed, “What am I supposed to be cleaning exactly?”

“There’s some dishes, and it could always use a good dusting,” He explained. “But you can’t start without your uniform.”

You squinted at him. “Uniform?”

“Every maid needs one,” He turned and crossed to the coffee table where a flat white box sat. He grabbed it and offered it to you. “There.”

You took it and balanced it in one hand as you opened the lid. You blinked at its contents and snapped it shut.

“You’re not serious Steve,” You tried to shove the lingerie set back into his hands. “I’m not wearing that.”

“Let’s go over what you agreed to. One day and you’re totally mine. To do as I wish.” He smirked.

“You said to clean,” You frowned.

“That was an example of what your day may entail.” He pushed the box back towards you. “You didn’t ask for a detailed list.”

You stared at him. Then the box. Then him again.

“The sooner you get changed, the sooner your day will begin,” He checked his watch.

“It began the minute I stepped in here,” You countered. “I think I’ll take my time.”

“I think you’re not in charge,” He grabbed your arm and turned you suddenly. His strength surprised you as he ushered you over to a closed door. “Now, you can change in there or you can keep up the lip and just change right here.”

He released your arm and slapped your ass. He opened the bathroom door with his other hand and pushed it inward.

“Five minutes,” He warned. “You can start with dusting and work from there.”

You gave him a sharp look but he didn’t seem to notice as he turned away and dropped down onto the couch. You reluctantly stepped into the bathroom and resisted the urge to slam the door behind you.

The uniform was a joke. A black and white set with particularly frilly panties. You stripped and squeezed yourself into the lingerie. You felt your cheeks burn as you looked in the mirror. The bra was entirely the wrong size and you could feel your ass peeking out of the bottoms.

You folded your clothes into the box and tried to cover yourself with it as you emerged. Steve looked over and pushed himself back to his feet. “I forgot your shoes,” He searched around and bent to retrieve the heels from beside the coffee table. “Here.”

He held out the shoes with one hand and took the box from you with his other. You let go of the box and snatched the shoes. You didn’t miss the flick of his eyes along your body. You looked at the shoes and huffed. “These are too small.”

He shrugged as he passed you. He carried the box to another door; his bedroom. “That’s too bad.” He said before he dipped through and dropped the box inside. He returned and crossed to the closet just inside the kitchen, he pulled out a bucket of cleaning equipment and plunked it in front of you.

“Well,” He stood with hands on hips. “Better get started.”

You dusted, swept, and vacuumed the living room and hallway. It was easy enough. You gathered up the few pieces of rubbish Steve had produced as he sat in front of the television and fluffed his couch cushions.

You began on the kitchen, the dishes first, and wiped the already spotless counters. You suspected it was just another way for him to gloat. He always had been a braggart.

You mopped and left the floor to dry as you started on the bathroom. It was simple enough. It looked as if he had only recently cleaned it himself. It annoyed you further to think that this was all a ploy to shame you.

You returned to the kitchen to pull the dishes from the rack and stack them in the cupboards. You stood in front of the counter as you placed the first plate in the cupboard and sensed Steve behind you. His footsteps were soft as he neared and you shook your head.

“Here to rub it in,” You asked.

He shushed you as he came up behind you and you jumped as he pressed himself against you. “You can always take a break.” He offered.

“I don’t--” Your voice died as he played with the frills along your ass. “Steve?”

“I might have some other work for you to do,” His fingers slipped under your panties and pulled them up to bare your ass a little more.

A plate slipped from your hand as he tickled your ass and you tried to step back. You pressed yourself to him as the plate smacked the counter and split into three chunks. You cursed as his hand slipped around you and gripped your hips.

“Bad girl,” He purred and it sent a shiver along your spine.

“S-sorry,” You stuttered and tried to sidestep him. He pushed you flush against the counter and picked at the waist of your panties.

“Mmm,” He hummed. “Better finish up.”

His hand slipped down the front of your panties between your pelvis and the counter. You could feel his erection against your back. You shakily lifted another plate as his fingers pushed along your folds. He shoved his foot between yours and edged your legs apart as he played with your clit.

“Steve,” You squeaked in surprise.

“Keep going,” He ordered.

You focused on emptying the rack as his hand kept moving. Soon you were wet as he toyed with you and the cupboard was full. He dragged his fingers along your pussy and tutted as he withdrew his hand. His fingertips glistened as he held them up.

“Look at this mess,” He pressed his fingers to your lips and forced them apart. He shoved them in your mouth and growled. “Clean it up.”

You closed your lips around his fingers and licked them clean. He pressed down on your tongue and rocked his pelvis against you.

“Take a break,” He removed his fingers and wiped them off on your panties. “Let’s go.”

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you around. He dragged you into the living room where the TV flashed still and to the couch. He let go and flopped on the couch, legs splayed wide. He reached down to push his jogging pants past his hard cock and it stood against his stomach.

“Why don’t you sit down?” He stroked himself.

You stared at him and exhaled slowly. He grinned and his hand continued to move. He spread his other arm across the back of the couch. “It’s been what? Three hours? You’ve got twenty-one left…There’s not nearly enough cleaning to do around here.”

“Steve...this is--”

“Sore loser, are we?” He interrupted. “You made a bet, you lost. You’re mine, so...come here.”

You neared slowly. He shook his head. “You’re gonna need to take that uniform off. It’s filthy.”

You looked down at the lingerie. There was some damp spots on it but nothing glaring. “Off.”

You stared at him and dropped your eyes to the floor. You undressed carefully; your bra fell too easily down your arms and the panties rolled smoothly down your legs. When you made to take off the shoes he stopped you. “Keep those on.”

You stepped between his legs and he spun his finger in the air. You turned and he grabbed your hips. He pulled you down into his lap and slid into you in a single motion. You gasped as he filled you and you tried to stand. He held you in place and wiggled his hips. You moaned as his cock sent a ripple through you.

He lifted you and pulled you back down. You teetered on your heels, your legs bent between his as he led your motion.

You were in shock as the swirls crawled up your thighs and left you breathless. You reached back to steady yourself against Steve's firm stomach and he gathered your wrists together.

"I never was one for gambling," His voice was dusky as he rocked into you from below. "Not til you and your big mouth."

#drabble #sinday #Steve Rogers #dark steve rogers #drabbles

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a-walkingoxymoron · 5 years ago

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Genre: Angsty with a fluff ending

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A/N: I rise from the dead to post something for our boy Bammie. This was obviously rushed and unedited lmao. Hope you enjoy still!! Happy Birthday Bambam!

You thought you were over him.

No, scratch that.

You were sure you were over him. You haven't thought of him for months, the simplest of things didn't remind you of him anymore, you could do and try things that didn't make you think 'he'd surely like this' before becoming despondent for the remainder of the day.

You were over him. Supposed to be over him.

And yet, here you were, laying on your bed and staring at the ceiling as you felt the familiar sting of tears forming behind your eyes as everything came crashing down on you.

You missed him, every fiber of your being missed him. His cheeky grin, his jokes, how he never passes an opportunity to make a double entendre should the chance arise, his harmless pranks, his eyes that bore his sole, his mood swings - god you can have all day and you still wouldn't be able to finish listing out what you miss about him. Because you miss every fucking thing about him.

Your depressing line of thoughts were disrupted by the vibration of your phone, notifying you of a text message. The very same phone who's at fault as to why you're having a breakdown literally a minute just after you woke up.

…Maybe that wasn't fair to say to an inanimate object. After all, it was ultimately your fault for forgetting to delete it.

Still, looking at your phone to check if you woke up too late only to see the words 'Bambam's birthday!!! ♡' on your notification wasn't exactly the wake up call you wanted to have.

Not when you two were over.

Choosing to ignore it, you turned off your phone, pushing it aside. It was probably from work - you'll handle it later. You'll just call in sick. Might as well since you felt sick. How can someone who you haven't seen in 8 whole months still have this kind of effect on you?

You closed your eyes, a tear or two slipping down as you forced yourself back to sleep. Maybe you'd feel better after, maybe the emotions wouldn't be as raw as it felt now and would be easier to manage with later. But most of all you just want to stop feeling for a moment.

♤♡◇♧

It was noon by the time you woke up. While how you felt didn't improve like you hope it would, you did finally begrudgingly accept that perhaps you still have lingering feelings for your ex. For Bambam.

Your body felt heavy and sluggish as you hauled your ass off of bed, hoping you'd be able to do something productive while at home - it was the most you can make yourself do for missing a work day because of something so painfully pathetic.

The first thing you did was to inform and apologize to your office for missing work out of the blue, claiming it was because of a rather nasty case of stomach flu since you figured they wouldn't appreciate it if you told them it was because you suddenly missed your ex.

Next was to make a decent meal for yourself. Or maybe just order take out. Anything as long as you feed yourself.

Then… then everything was a blur after.

For some masochistic reason, you ordered Tom Yum Goong, Bambam's favourite food. You weren't quite sure what had come over you when you did.

Maybe it was an act of defiance - denial that you didn't miss him as much as you felt. Maybe you really were craving Thai food.

Whatever it was, it just made your state worse. It was when the blur started.

You ate the food in silence, punctuated only by sniffs either from bursting out randomly into tears or because of the spiciness of what you were consuming. Then came the junk food and binging of romantic dramas, tears streaming on and off in random intervals as you went through your whole pantry of guilty pleasures in order to bury the thoughts about Bambam. Thoughts of him that attempted to penetrate your mind over and over, relentless like a storm.

Next thing you knew it was 6pm, your life felt like it had spiraled out of control in the mere span of hours, you didn't even do anything remotely productive like you hoped you would apart from constantly re-hydrating yourself - no thanks to the tears that won't stop spilling for good. You have resigned yourself to grief, not bothering anymore. Everyone breaks down once in a while, you told yourself. It's just one of those days.

But tomorrow… tomorrow, you'll be better.

Knock knock.

You paused your show and whipped your head back to the direction of your door which was to the right of the couch you're curled up on.

There was a tap, wasn't there? Someone knocked, right? It was the sound knuckles rapping softly on your door, soft enough that the noise of the television almost drowned it but you heard it. Or had you been imagining things?

You counted a whole five seconds before your impatience got the best of you. Apprehensive as you were, the door tugged at you - calling you to open it. Ridiculous at it seemed, you know you'd come to regret it if you don't act upon it. Before you can stop yourself, your body moves on it's own, approaching the door. Another wave of hesitation crashed on you but you ignored it, reaching for the doorknob. Inhaling a deep breath to ready yourself, you swung the door open before you lost courage altogether.

There, behind the door, stood the person that has been entering your thoughts without permission. The person who was to be blamed on why you wasted an entire day crying on and off like a deranged person. It was a miracle you didn’t break down in tears right then and there. The world couldn’t be that cruel, right? Either it was or you were hallucinating big time.

Your chest tightened at the sight of him, memories flooding back with intensity that was tenfold of what you’ve been going through the whole day. Flashbacks of the past that were filled with happiness if not bittersweet ones - memories that made you wonder what happened to you two. Why weren’t you together anymore? You can’t even remember what you two last fought about that became the undoing of your relationship. There were shouting and crying, that much you recall, but what had sparked it eluded you like you were the plague.

Eyes wide, jaw agape, you stared at him. Bambam looked just as surprised to see you as he mirrored your expression. Bambam who donned his usual fashionable clothes but lacked the confidence he so often exuded. No, he looked dejected and unsure by your doorstep, falling in a silent stupor from seeing you. He didn’t seem drunk but his eyes were wild, anxious - attempting to look at anywhere but you yet failing miserably.

It was he who first broke the heavy, awkward, shock-shelled silence that engulfed you both with a voice that was hoarse and a timorous tone that didn’t fit his image.

“Y-you weren’t supposed to be here.” It was evident that it took a herculean effort to utter those words.

Your astonishment was replaced with perplexity at his words, brows furrowing in an unsure frown. Why did he seem so surprised at seeing you in your apartment?

“Where would I be?” You asked, inwardly surprised that your voice sounded steady and whole.

Bambam ran a hand through his hair in exasperation that wasn’t quite directed at her but more at himself, effectively giving him an unkempt hairstyle that undeniably looked good on him. “No I mean - you shouldn’t be home from work yet, usually. Right? I mean back then -” His babbling seized when he got a proper look at you. You in all of your disheveled, tear streaked face glory.

His gaze softens with worry then, making a tentative step toward you. “What happened? What’s wrong?” His voice was almost like a whisper - low, soothing and hypnotizing that it made you want to run back to his arms and bury yourself against his chest like you often did when you were still together.

Still you stayed strong, ignoring his queries as you shot him back with your own question. “Why are you here, Bam?” You shuddered at how foreign his name now sounded from your lips.

Reluctance flooded Bambam’s features again, unsure how to answer. You decide to press more when he still didn’t respond after a minute. “It’s your birthday. Shouldn’t you be out with the boys?”

“I am - I mean, I was. But - “ He paused again in a way that was slowly grating your patience.

“But what?” You encourage, trying hard not to sound irate. Bambam bit down on his full lower lip in thought, weighing out his options on how to proceed. Then, he locked gazes with you, resignation crossing his features before a wistful smile graced his lips.

“But I miss you.”

You froze. He what?

Now that he admitted it outloud, the action opened a floodgate of confession that was just itching to spill given the right amount of push.

“I miss you everyday but today was the worst. I went out with the boys, like usual. It was great, they had this whole party for me but you weren’t there.” A laugh escaped his lips but there wasn’t any humor behind it. “I can’t believe my birthday was the one that made me realize just how much I miss you. Not Christmas, not New years, not even Valentines.”

Then he looked at you with so much earnestness that you almost forgot how to breathe. But it was what he said next that dealt the final blow.

“Why aren’t we together again? Why did we break up, love? I thought we were happy?” His eyes turned dewy, making yours water as well in response.

“We were,” You breathed out. “We were happy.”

“Then why? I can’t even remember what we fought about.” There was a tinge of guilt in his voice but that didn’t matter because you couldn’t either. The topic of the argument was apparently so trivial that both of you couldn’t even recall. But you did remember what transpired just minutes before the argument ended. Through hot tears you remember his panicked and pained expression as you screamed in frustration at him - that you didn’t want to see him - before walking out indefinitely from his apartment where you once stayed. And -

“You didn’t chase me.” You whispered finally, choking out the words as you tried to fight down the sobs you felt coming. “You didn’t ask me to stay.”

Bambam looked at you, eyes wide and confused. “What?”

“You didn’t chase me -” You repeated, “I walked out and you didn’t chase me or tried contacting me after.” You could feel your voice cracking as you go but you pressed on, determined. If this would be the last time you can talk to him before you went on with separate paths again then you might as well say everything you had to say.

“I mean, I know I told you that I didn’t want to see you again and honestly I couldn’t find any courage to face you again after that.” Tears were now streaming down your cheeks for the umpteenth time of the day and you did little to wipe it away, wanting to get this over with. “So when I also didn’t hear from you, I figured you were done with me. I don’t blame you - I mean, how could I when I was the one who -”

You stopped when you heard footsteps incoming from the stairs of the building. It seemed Bambam heard it too and ushered you inside, entering as well, before closing the door behind him. He then turned to you, his eyes full of understanding.

He cupped your cheeks and gently wiped your tears away, “Oh no. Baby, no, I wasn’t done with you. I thought you were done with me."

You leaned into his touch, unable to pull away. "I know, I'm sorry Bammie." It was pathetic to think how your break up was ultimately because of a misunderstanding because of your outburst. But it was and you can't take it back anymore.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You mumbled continuously like a mantra. Bambam shushed you, pulling you finally into his embrace, rubbing comforting circles on you back as he held you close while your body writhed with sobs you couldn't contain anymore.

You two stayed in the position for a few minutes, enjoying it more than you cared to admit before he finally pulled away much to your dismay.

Bambam straightened your hair a little before placing both of his hands on either shoulder, looking you in the eye. "Is it too late?"

You blinked owlishly, confused. "Too late for what?"

"To ask you to stay. Will you refuse if I ask you now?" You opened your lips to protest, to ask if he was joking. But the sincere look in his eyes washed any doubts that threatened to bubble.

You've fantasized about this for the first few days you walked out, and now, 8 months later, he's finally here asking you. You already let him out of your grasp the first time - you weren't going to make the same mistake again.

"Are you sure?" You managed to ask, not wanting to seem eager and accept immediately.

A chuckle. A chuckle that you had missed so much it warmed you. "Are you kidding? Of course I'm sure."

"Really?"

"Really, really."

"Are you?"

He whined, pouting. "I'm sure, babe! Would I be here if I weren't? I already planned to ask you back even if you didn't tell me all of that."

You purse your lips as if thinking about it before nodding. "All right."

A wide grin graced his handsome face before going down in one knee as if proposing. "Then, will you please do me the honor of moving in again with me and staying this time?”

You mirrored his grin, pulling him up as you nodded. “Yes!”

Bambam leaned in to kiss you, pressing his lips softly against yours like he did so many times before. His arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer to him. “I love you.” He mumbled against your lips before pulling away with a grin.

“I love you, too.” You told him as you hooked your arms around his neck, a goofy smile on your lips. “Happy birthday, Bammie. I’m sorry I don’t have a present.”

He scoffed. “You’re the best present there is, babe.”

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HI! may i please have a male haikyuu matchup?

ok so i’m female, my personality type is infp and i am a libra. these always look so fun but i screw them up so imma hope i don’t this time. overall i’m a carefree person! i’m just trying to make my way around the world one way or another and i honestly could care less about what the future holds for me. i liek to think of myself as a kind person but idk. i try to help others before i help myself, i value others feelings and actions a lot more than my own even if i don’t show it and have a cold exterior. i am a super energetic person and i love to just live life i guess? i’m such a hard worker, everything i do and achieve was buit up from my hard work. when i am determined in something, i’m more determined than ever whether it’s out of spite or pure enjoyment i’m determined. i’m an independent person where if it’s not for enjoyment i want to do it on my own, i don’t want anyone’s help. all my schoolwork is doen alone and i try to avoid group projects to a max.

ok for flaws since i’m sure this part will be easier NAKSK: i’m going to get straight to the point i’m honestly a bitch. i have lots of self pity and i hate it. i’m a naive person who needs to look more for the consequences of what i’m about to do, i’m impulsive. im short tempered and get pissed way too easily over the smallest things. im such a narcissist sometimes and the somedays i see myself as the worst person in the world. im an insomniac who barely sleeps but i got that energy so- i’m only paranoid of one thing, i have to lock the door each night and check it at least three times before i can go to bed. but that doesn’t stop me from watching dateline HELL NO AHH I LOVE TRUE CRIME AGHH

i’m currently in college studying to be a forensic psychologist honestly have no clue why i picked that at all but i’m so interested in it. i play lacrosse and if i’m being honest, i started in middle school when i got pissed at a kid so i did it out of pure sprite. more so because i like the physical contact in the sport where i can shove a kid and the refs could care less. i love mentos, pumpkin pie, and plants. more specifically flowers i got a whole garden in my room and boy do i love it. I ALSO LOVE RATS!! i own four rats and i love them so very much rats get a bad rep and i’m sick of it dammit.

hmmmm i love classic rock! my favorite song is either win by david bowie or paint it black by the rolling stones. though i do love any classical music specifically played on the piano and in minor gives me those i’m boutta get killed vibes but to a bop. the first one piece opening slaps too tho don’t get me started

i lovelovelove studying i can speak 4 languages and i love chemistry to a max, i can recite the whole periodic table and i take pride in it. i am fascinated with how the human brain works and why we do things. i can play multiple instruments but primarily i play the piano and the double bass!!

my name is arsen (it’s russian my parents aren’t psychopaths i swear) and i’ve been told i fit it but i don’t know how to take that information SJSK i like to think i’m a fun person.

fun facts because i don’t know what to add: after five redbulls and somehow not cardiac arrest i ran a half marathon out of pure spite towards my friend who told me i needed to get off by ass

i love to read lots!

i convinced my friend off of impulse to take a backpack trip across the us and then go to vegas and damn that was fun

i am on a mission to achieve the guinness world record for lowest limbo

i can walk on my big toes and as well walk like a chameleon on my finger tips and toes

when i lived in russia i joined a roller derby team and KICKED ASS i love roller derby so much smh

i lived in russia and i love the cold sososososo much

ive been cliff diving, bungee jumping, sky diving with my dad, and scuba diving! i’ve been paragliding and it’s the best thing ever!!

like i saïd, i’m trying to live life! i try not to live in fear and when things get rough remember to enjoy the little moments and make the best of what we have.

my first job was at a cemetery and it taught me so much, i loved that job.

in a partner i look for someone who is determined, a hardworker and is dedicated to a relationship. someone who shares aspects of my personality or the complete opposite that i can just vent to. i want someone who can laugh with me and that i can cry against when i need to. i want someone who i can just live life with and be proud of, and at the end of the day cuddle under the stars.

am i supposed to put appearance, i don’t know? i have medium length black hair that’s pretty wavy and black bangs that grow out towards my sides sort of like curtain bangs i don’t know how to explain oops it’s pretty thin but i think i pull it off well! (self confidence for the win 😤✋) i have light green eyes and a very cheeky smile which is my favorite part of me! i have a very athletic build and big ass thighs oops. my legs are longg and i’m 5’9 so i’m pretty tall. my skin is pretty clear and i’m very pale.

thank you very much for your time and i hope you have a good day!

:)))

AHAHA JOINING A SPORT OUT OF PURE SPITE THATS SO FUNNYYY

Do you,, do you kin Bakugou by any chance? You should kin Bakugou, you give me Bakugou vibes

I’m matching you up with Asahi!

He’s like,, your total opposite but that’s what you need I think!! Doing things out of spite is okay but only to a certain extent; he’d make sure you wouldn’t get yourself hurt.

Also you being so bold?? It inspires him, and I think you’d rub off on him in a way that he starts so assert himself a bit more (WE STAN PROGRESS). Aside from your Uncontrollable Anger™️, you’re such a well-rounded person and he’s so shocked by it. He admires it so much, and to be yours?? To be so close to you and see you in action and KNOW what makes you tick feels like a blessing to him.

I see Asahi as someone who’s never done something extreme, so when you encourage him to go skydiving, or even paragliding with him, he’s so fucking scared, but he sees the bright smile on your face and he knows you’ve done it before so if you’re so excited to do it again, it can’t be that bad right?? Long story short you push him outside his comfort zone and since you’re with him while it happens, it’s really not that bad. Boy gets super proud of himself after and you’re proud too and getting your praise and approval is so nice for him.

You’re also,, lowkey his attack dog? Nishinoya jokes about it a lot (“ooh don’t piss off Asahi too much he’ll set Arsen after you dude”). The team loves you, but they know not to fuck with you or Asahi lmao. ALSO YOURE HIS GREATEST MOTIVATOR. If buddy needs encouragement, your way of delivering it is so straight forward, almost SHOCKING and it gets the job done.

Songs!!!

- Money, Pink Floyd

- In the Lap of the Gods, Queen

- 12 Études, Op. 25, no. 11, in A Minor. Lento- Allegro “Winter Wind”, Frédéric Chopin (if this doesn’t exude your energy dude, nothing does)

- Joe the Lion, David Bowie

#haikyuu matchups #haikyuu!!#matchup #asahi azumane

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