#joon yaps

[kino-der-joon]

💫 HC CALL !! ✨

✨ So, I’ve had quite a few people ask me about headcanons, and I do want to give them, but I’ll need you guys to tell me specifically what you want to see !! I can only work with the characters in The Aether story (Ultimis and Primis,) because that’s my area of autism expertise!

(I can make that joke, I have AuDHD)

✨ Schustofen date hc’s? Hc’s about a particular plot point in the lore? Hc’s that take place on a particular map? A different AU hc’s? Sexuality hc’s? If you want “accurate” ones, I would maybe nudge you towards asking about Richtofen, but for this hc call, this is ‘no hold barred,’ as it were. Go absolutely crazy and specific with what you want, and I’ll do my best to fulfil them!! ✨

[kino-der-joon]

✨ Omg !! Such passion, I can tell you rlly love them both!! Thank you for sharing !! 🥺🥺✨

💫 Hi hi hello!!! Hello, hello!! I want to know what your favourite thing is about your favourite CODZ character, and I want all the juicy details too!! A full on yap session if you will!!

Also, I hope your cat is having a wonderful day!! And also you— But that goes without saying — !!✨

in my heart takeo is my favorite. he's so cool and awesome and based. I really enjoy his arc of growing out of his loyalty to an authoritarian leader. I wish it leaned a little more into loving himself and his team but y'know cod can't get as mushy as I'd like it to be. sometimes he feels very... Racist which makes me extremely depressed, but a lot of the time he feels just as campy as the world around him so it's less egregious and more like wacky. The Samurai as a caste was dissolved like 60ish years before ww1 so Takeo would have basically never been a samurai in any official capacity (though it is possible his family carried on a warrior tradition that stems from them). I'm not very well versed in Japanese history, let alone military history, but I apparently know more than the devs. then again, historical accuracy wasn't ever really considered in zombies, was it? I also just like him because he has a very unique temperament compared to the other three who... yell a lot and are huge freaks. Takeo at least can keep his freak in check and I like that. plus in every cutscene he's in he fucking styles on the zombies. he is also very cute with dempsey their relationship is so sweet. both versions lowkey.

but speaking of... alas. you all know who I am. I am The Dempsey Guy. In terms of picking apart with my mind, that stupid bitch takes it.

that being said, my preference for dempsey is a little more complex.

there is not a lot of substance to dempsey. even in the map supposed to be About Him, (DE) we don't learn much. this leads people to a lot of possibilities. Some don't like his lack of lore, so they flock to another character (typically Richtofen) who does. some like to try and fit the few pieces we do have and attempt to make a cohesive background for him, while taking liberties as one must do when speculating. I indulge in the latter occasionally but I am a big fan of meta. if you've read pretty much any of my long posting, you can see that. however dempsey in particular fills a niche I enjoy very much.

I've read Homestuck. I play deltarune and Undertale. I tried getting Spec Ops but steam removed it and I cried. I played Everhood, even though that one is talking about a few different things. I've played OFF (the original 2008 one)

I very much enjoy a story that is aware it's a story and that You are interacting with it, which is most effective in a video game format. While there is no metafictional commentary in codz, at least not any that's intentional, due to Dempsey's lack of substance and position as the 4th wall breaker, for lack of any other suitable lens, I have to examine him from the metafictional angle. He is the self insert, the pov character, the one who is aware (to a degree much higher than any other) that he's in a silly, campy side mode.

What I enjoy about this in particular is tearing it apart. Playing it straight. Dempsey is aware he's a fake person in a fake world, he references a script and being out of character. now what? while I do not talk about it much on both my blog nor my published fanfiction (though I do have one that tackles it to a degree), I do think about it often. because it is horrifying. because it is interesting, especially in the context of the mechanics of codz specifically.

you exist as a vessel for some other worldly power to enjoy themselves. you are placed in small, ship in a bottle worlds that are almost entirely stagnant in terms of time, and there are few endings. You die, the tactician that moves you on the board makes a misstep and you are torn apart. You reset, due to some arbitrary whim of the gamemaster that you don't fully understand and likely never will. You do the "objective", fulfill nonsensical steps towards plot progression and it ends there.

this however, is merely your chains. you exist in a dungeon. A plot. A linear narrative. your choices are irrelevant because they are premade, the conclusion already decided. even if you were resist, even if you had no chains, the chance of escape never existed.

yet, it goes further. There is a jailer, your authors. somehow you do break the narrative. somehow, you do slink outside and taste freedom. you then simply cease to exist, because that storyline never happened. in the case it does happen, it's never acknowledged and so might as well not exist. The audience will never know about it. Those characters you might have cared about will never know about it. and even then, what could possibly exist beyond the setting? there's nothing out there, because the author never needed to make anything there. Escape never existed because there is nowhere to escape to.

This is why dempsey is my favorite. He makes me insane. I want him to blow up. also I can take this in 50 billion directions in 50 billion other narratives.

Freedom in Obscurity, how if no one can observe you, you are effectively free to do as you please in terms of a story. "off screen mining, off screen development, off screen death".

How do you interact with others you know aren't real? that are just characters? jealous at their ignorance? total indifference? cruelty, since it's not hurting anybody Real?

How do you come to terms with the fact that you don't have free will, that you are fake, that even your own feelings are being dictated because both Treyarch and myself as the narrator are dictating them, deciding what he thinks and feels even if it's "ooc".

Dempsey has untold depths and I do not want to illuminate (flesh out, make sense, give relevance to) them, but to plumb them (measure the purpose, the placement inside, the reaction of)

that got a little esoteric and recondite but yeaaaah. I'm the dempsey guy. I love you Eldritch horror. I love being the Eldritch horror. I love you takeo please come back I miss you so much

[midnight--sadness]

‼️ SQUID GAME SEASON 1 CAST IS GONNA REUNITE AT A FAN EVENT‼️

[cobalt-draws-stuff]

JUST got out of Mickey 17 and I’m going absolutely feral over the Nausicaä ohmu parallels holyyyyyyy!

Peaceful pill bug creature!! that saves and communicates with the main character!! baited by its young on hook!! The stampede oughhhhh I’m going insane

There are so few stills from Mickey 17 available rn but oh my god I could compare frame for frame all day

(For a little extra context— Nausicaä is a fabulous 1980s-90s manga by Hayao Miyazaki that became the first Studio Ghibli film. A true classic! Props to Bong Joon Ho for this one)

[gorofeet]

I like how in Yakuza 7 sometimes they remember mid-scene that joon-gi and zhao are present so they have to make them say something naturally but don’t know what so they just say some redundant sentence LMFAO or sometimes even one or both of them is randomly just… not in a cutscene ? Even though they’ve been present for the last 2 or 3 and have been with you this whole time? Its kind of funny. I imagine they got bored and walked away in the middle of someone talking or something.

[kino-der-joon]

💫 Aaww!! ‘joomf’ is so sweet 🥺🥺✨

✨ Ahhh!! A fellow Richtofen enjoyer !! I think differences of opinions are healthy and valid, so I respect your takes and your enjoyment!! 🙂‍↕️ Thank you so much for sharing !! ✨

💫 Hi hi!! I am stopping in to ask you what your favourite thing about your favourite character from COD is!! And I want all the yap too, go crazy!! ✨

hello joomf!! 😼😼😼 my favorite character is definitely richtofen… i hate him but he occupies my thoughts the most by far. strange fucked up creature

my favorite thing about him is how fucking messy he is. looking mostly at ultimis here. this guy is so extremely insane and detached from reality and sexually deviant and emotionally stunted and egotistical and has so so many complexes. mentally ill in every way possible. there is something sinister going on in his head that makes him very enjoyable to watch, he is a very fun villain protagonist. this is also true for primis though, because of how in his own head and delusional he is. he does not do literally anything to stop the cycle until revelations happens but he still sees himself as the hero and the savior and everyone’s salvation. he NEEDS to be in control or everyone will die, it’s toooootally not about him wanting power or anything. hes so funny bc of how divorced from reality he is and he doesnt even realize it. i also think it is funny how much richtofen hates dempsey, i like their conversations with each other.

side tangent, primis richtofen is not portrayed as the antisocial manipulative control freak he is NEARLY enough. its all “i was the nicest one” noble and suffering for the good of the universe when imo his character is darker than people give him credit for. like ultimis richtofen, what he’s doing is a way for him to feel powerful; getting to do something important, leading a team, manipulating them ‘for the greater good’.

running out of brain power here but teddy is very fun to think about. he is in here ->🧠

[kino-der-joon]

💫 OMG PRAISE THE YAP SESSION LETS GOOO!!! ✨

✨ I have some good news for you Oomfie, BotD actually makes the comics canon because of the fact Victis are still in Primis’ Richtofen’s lab in stasis!! And there’s also audio logs of what happened when Zombietofen (W name) went back through a portal and put his soul back in his body!! IT WAS REAL!! ✨

✨ I think zombietofen is territory that is mostly undiscovered and we should all change that!! It’s a super interesting path to go down and think about !! Zombie versions of both ultimis AND Primis 🤔🤔🤔✨

💫 Thank YOU so much for sharing oomf!!! 🥹🥹🥹✨

💫 Hello, hello oomfie!! ✨

💫 I am here because I want to know what your favourite thing about your favourite character in COD Zombies is!! Bring on the yap!! ✨

helloooo omgee. ive seen you asking other people the same thing and its Awesome btu im not gonna like them all cuz that would be too many notifs on your end probably LOL

ANYWHO!! apologies in advance my thoguht process is very messy and its difficult to put stuff like this into words,, but here!!

of course we all know richtofen is my favorite, among a majority of people. for many reasons. he is Funny, hashtag Relatable (to a degree--more specifically primis), and has the most backstory to get fed. So i'm a little generic and boring (∪.∪ )...zzz

buuuut ... i do particularly like zombie richtofen ! you may have noticed this by now. i think the idea of it is rather interesting, actually, because the comics are different from the games (i dont remember whether or not the comics are canon but ... yahh)!!

in the comics, we see zombietofen (i have gained a habit of calling him that since its just easier) is able to control the zombies, similar to what youre able to do in the MPD... its interesting, but without doubt unrealistic. i believe he'd just be like any other zombie within the countless hordes. ( ˘︹˘ )

...which leads to his thoughts and feelings about these circumstances. i think it'd actually have a more harrowing effect on him--because now he's insignificant; just another bug to be squashed. it doesn't help that he's isolated from the rest of his crew. how is he supposed to do anything properly with this frail undead body? he'll do anything to get his normal body back, and that's probably why we see him in the comics under primis richtofen's lead.

aside from the comics, we also get like a millisecond of screen time of this guy in TDT (and a jumpscare but thats basically insignificant). ugh love him. anyway... he just kinda like... turns into a zombie? it makes me wonder exactly how zombification works in codz: is a bite required and infection ensues, do you become one over time due to 115 exposure, is it required to die first after 115 exposure instead of becoming one over time, or a mix of those? not to mention, how does 115 affect the stages of decay? i dont think we ever see flies/maggots/etc at all within the games, so i'd like to think that the zombies rapidly decay until a certain point and then the 115 preserves them, like a weird morbid mummification of sorts. the zombies are frail, that is for certain--because all it takes is one hit from a knife to die (that leads me to the hc that the zombies dont get stronger, the crews get weaker from constantly fighting but i wont get into that).

but regardless of this, it does seem like edward is still sentient after his zombification. alongside, it's hinted multiple times throughout the story that zombies do retain memory to a degree and/or the ability to react to things (can also be seen where zombietofen screams before getting his brains blown out).

i dont think edward would be able to talk very well or at all in this bodily state, so that too would deeply affect how he goes about things. he's not able to effectively communicate, so how did he ever go about things? personally i dont have any headcanons for that... sorrayyy(￣﹏￣；)

though on the topic of headcanons, i have given zombietofen a few small ones: fangs (to accompany the claws we see he has in the comics), and of course animalistic tendencies. he may be sentient, but he's not off the hook--he still has a primal hunger and thirst for gore like any other zombie. again, it all boils down to theorizing how he'd react to things like this. would he view it as disgusting and be regretful, now that he was one of them? or would he retain his psychopathic sadomasochism and enjoy the bloodshed as much as he did before?

as for primis zombietofen, i believe it's definitely plausible, and fun to think about as well. what if, instead of maxis, it had been him? or both of them? maybe he endures a little too much dimension hopping and reaches ultimate corruption, becoming one of those ghoulish beasts himself.

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anyway, there's my massive rant... i could probably spew more but i'll spare you the novel-long essay.

thanks for the ask!! o(≧∀≦)o

TL;DR: zombie richtofen 🥰🥰🤤🤤🤤

[minedgames]

I feel like this was a LONG time coming. there are so many symbols and dogwhistles that are easy to miss. been loving the accountability and educational posts coming from this situation, even with how unfortunate and stressful it is.

I was nervous getting into the zombies fandom for this exact reason. Ive been incredibly nervous interacting with people because I never knew who could be a secret bigot. but Ive been pleasantly surprised by how kind everyone is.

with fascism on the rise like it is, its nice to see good, intelligent people speaking up. stay safe and informed everyone ❤️

[kino-der-joon]

girl how tf u 25 acting like this

💫 Show yourself, don’t be shy!! Let’s have a conversation about it!! ✨

💫 They say that if you’re getting hate, you must be doing something right, so I’m glad to know I’m on the right track!✨

[confines]

for the record, the bad guy in the mickey7 book was just a natalist who thought 1. expendables are unnatural abominations but for some jobs they're necessary 2. bugs is not people. like that's all his deal was. he was not a trump-like figure, he was just some asshole colony leader.

[muniimyg]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . pov!jk . ۫ ꣑ৎ . — [ 2 . ] yakult

series m.list // taglist unavailable

friends to ???

slight angst & implied flirting

jk is attentive and nonchantly clingy ,, oc is a little oblivious ,, slight tension

note: yeah . let's keep this party goinggggg

//

the meeting has been going on for nearly an hour.

misa is at the front, flipping through slides, voice steady as she explains fundraiser logistics. taehyung, seated beside her, interrupts occasionally—adding last-minute details misa definitely did not approve. you hear yoongi sighing under their breath and jin yawning. 

you keep your head down, fingers moving over the keyboard, taking notes like you always do. misa is intelligent and detail-oriented but sometimes… a little too detail oriented. as you type away, you don’t notice the door swinging open until the shift in the room tells you to.

jimin enters first, hoodie loose over his frame, fingers combing through his hair like that’s an excuse for being late. jungkook follows, hands in his pockets, silver jewelry glinting under the dim reserved confrence room lights.

misa barely pauses, unimpressed. “meeting started 30 minutes ago.”

jimin grins. “yeah, and? bet you’re still introducing the topics.”

taehyung snorts. misa sighs. the usual.

jungkook doesn’t say anything, just moves toward the empty chair and drags across to sit beside you. hobi shifts, allowing jungkook more space like it’s the most natural thing in the world. jungkook then drops into the seat, leans back, hoodie bunched up slightly at his waist. his cologne lingers—warm, familiar.

he doesn’t greet you. 

he rarely does. 

you don’t look at him either. 

you rarely do. 

but your spine straightens, just a little. and he gulps, preparing his voice in case you initiate conversation. 

you don’t. 

as the meeting continues, misa’s voice blends into the hum of the projector. everyone is focused in their own way—yet jungkook stays silent and distracted. 

he watches you. 

how your blinking slows. how you rub at your temple, trying to focus. how he knows your pinky twitch just a little too well. how it’s all a tell. 

then, suddenly, everyone’s focus interrupts with the quiet pop of a yakult opening.

you pause, glancing to your side.

jungkook is holding it out to you, nonchalant.

you blink at him. 

he leans in slightly, voice low. “is your blood sugar low again?”

you hesitate before shrugging.

“maybe. thanks.”

you take it. 

the plastic feels cold against your palm. as you sip, jungkook shifts���one arm braced against the table, the other reaching forward. before you can react, his fingers brush against your laptop, dragging it toward him.

“what are you doing?”

he doesn’t answer, just starts typing where you left off.

the meeting wraps up not long after. 

misa is yapping about a few last minute reminders as hobi stretches with a groan.  

“holy fuck. longest hour of my life.”

“you say that every time,” taehyung hums, packing up his things.

“because it’s true.”

happily, jimin nudges him. “boba?”

taehyung shakes his head. he rubs circles on his tummy and slouches. “nah. i need real food. pork belly anyone?”

“i want jjampong,” hobi wines. 

nam joon shivers. “no. i hate seafood. let’s get pork belly.”

misa and jin pout at everyone. “we’re craving jjajangmyeon.”

sure enough, it doesn’t take long before others join in the conversation and begin to discuss food options. the conversation sweeps them out of the room, leaving you and jungkook alone. 

jungkook shifts beside you, slow, casual. 

“did you walk here?”

you glance at him. “i did.”

he tilts his head. “have you eaten dinner?”

you think for a moment. 

“…i think so.”

jungkook raises a brow. 

“you think so?” he huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “not good enough.”

before you can protest, he reaches for your bag, slinging it over his shoulder like it’s his. you don’t say anything. instead, you follow him out of the door. outside, misa quirks a brow at you two. 

“where are you two going? on a date?”

jungkook doesn’t even glance back at misa. 

“yeah, i’ll kiss her goodnight too.”

the restaurant jungkook picks is tucked into a quiet street, small but cozy. you slip into a booth while jungkook orders without asking, like he already knows what you’d want. soon, the sizzle of meat fills the air. he flips the pieces with practiced ease, one hand resting against the table, the other moving fluidly with the tongs.

you watch, head propped up against your palm.

“can i pay?” you ask eventually.

jungkook doesn’t look up. “for what?”

“this.”

he finally meets your eyes, amused. “mm. one yakult is worth plates of meat?”

you shrug at him. “i mean… i have to do something.”

he laughs under his breath, shaking his head. 

“eat. do that for me.”

jungkook pays. 

you couldn't stop him and there was no way he'd let you even try.

as he drives you home, the car hums softly as the city slips past. the streets are quiet, bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, and neither of you speak much, but the silence is easy. settled.

when he pulls up in front of your place, he doesn’t say anything at first. just watches as you unbuckle your seatbelt, reaching for your bag in the backseat.

then—

“text me when you’re inside.”

you pause, fingers curling over the strap of your bag.

“you can see me walking in—”

“text me.” jungkook says.

“why?” 

he tilts his head at you. then, he offers you half a smile and a lazy shrug. 

“why not?”

you don’t know if you imagine it, but his lips twitch, just barely. you clear your throat and shift. 

“is this the part where you kiss me goodnight?” 

jungkook smirk falls. it curves into a smile. he tilts his head at you again, a little confused but also a little impressed with your playfulness. so, he laughs and so do you. you open his car door and step out. after you walk up to your front door, you hear his car pull away only after the lock clicks behind you.

and when you slip off your shoes, setting your bag down, you exhale.

then, your phone ringer dings. 

jungkook [8:09PM]: 😽

[midnight--sadness]

Crazy how the director didn't think this was a red flag lmao. Like your lead actor (who's not some newbie mind you but a veteran who has been in the industry for atleast 3 decades) read the ending and immediately went "yo you got any alternate endings" and he didn't bother to think that perhaps the ending isn't good at all lol

https://x.com/Kanit_Chinsin/status/1941004181873332414?t=wCpE3fIFbrf83rqD8GGRXw&s=19

i actually just reblogued this post abt this interview, so i'm glad you're giving me a chance to speak abt this anon!!!

i wish i could say its weird but i think that hdh was set on this ending and didn't want to change it, no matter people's reactions, including those from his cast. he's even said, in this interview, that if he went back in time to rewrite the series, he would make the same ending bc he believes its the perfect conclusion.

in that same video i linked, he says that his original ending (gihun surviving and seeing the recruiter in la) was very different than the one we got but that as he created junhee and her baby and said baby being born in the games, he decided to change it.

and all of these choices are completely valid. its his artistic vision and he ended the show the way he thought was best.

but i still think we should be able to criticize it. this ending left a lot of people unhappy, from die hard fans to casual viewers, and that's not really a coincidence.

the actors being disatisfied, from lee jungjae wondering abt the ending (he did end up accepting it i guess but not once in this interview does he say that he agrees with it; i do believe he has said that he thought the ending was appropriate or something along those lines, but i don't quite remember where that interview was from), to lee byunghun not seeming very satisfied with the direction the show took his character especially when u consider how much insight and love he has for inho, to wi hajoon also saying that he did have some regrets abt junho's storyline (i know my link is to a twt post with no link of itself but if u search for the round table interview, you'll find it), is very sad honestly.

they obviously all loved the show and the characters they were portraying. they are allowed to be sad with the direction the show took, same as us fans. in the end, the criticism towards this season are valid. this wasn't the best writing we've seen from hdh and he could have delivered a message of hope, which was his intention apparently, without needing to kill gihun, in my opinion.

all of this to say - i hope the actors have an ao3 account, they deserve it after this ending lmaooo

[cobalt-draws-stuff]

Mickey being the only expendable we see on the ship is such a good piece of social commentary. As a worker, he’s expendable but the survival of the colony depends on his cooperation

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 23 - Footjob]

Pairing: needy sub!Namjoon x  service Domme!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU

Kinks: foot massage with oil, using oil as lube, footjob, dirty talk, praise, loving degradation (my needy boy), he kneels for her, he wears glasses & a jumper do with this information what you want, he cums on her feet, cunnilingus, cuddly aftercare

Wordcount: 3.2k

a/n: so uhm i didn’t have a good day when i wrote this and i hope you guys can’t notice it fjsdafjsa anyway, why is sub!joon the hottest thing ever? i might need to take a walk tbfh

You didn’t have the best day. One of your co-workers is a jealous, passive aggressive woman and she more often than not pisses you off. Today was such a day. If you weren’t so civilised, you would call her the rudest names. But you are civilised and so you are left brooding in your own soup of annoyance.

Still boiling in it, you call out for your long-term partner as you take off your outdoor clothes.

“Baby, I’m home!”

“Living room!”

The sound of his voice already cheers you up a lot. You cannot wait to see him and tell him all about this annoying human. You leave your bag on the dresser in the hallways, washing your hands in the toilet sink as you pass it on your way to Namjoon.

Once finally cleaned of the day and the dirty outside, you hurry straight to your love. He has some jazz music playing quietly and scented candles burning.

Like on most days, Namjoon relaxes on the couch with a book in his hands. He looks at you over the brim of his glasses. His dark hair is styled into a handsome side-part today and he is wearing an ivory jumper with baggy jeans.

“Oh no, was she being annoying again?” he asks, lowering the book.

“Is it that obvious?” 

“To me it is.” He puts the book aside and opens his arms. “Tell me everything.”

“She is so fucking annoying, you have no idea. I could actually just punch her one day. Maybe I’ll do it…”, you begin ranting, settling into his arms. 

Namjoon listens to you intently, talking whenever necessary and reacting in shock or disgust whenever it is appropriate. By the time you are finally finished, you feel lighter in your chest. 

You rest your head on his strong chest, caressing his stomach gently. The music sways you into a state of tranquillity, his loving touches do the rest. His pulse is so relaxing to listen to, making you forget all about your day. He also smells so good.

“This just helped me so intensely, you have no idea”, you whisper into the silence.

“That’s good to hear”, he says, kissing the crown of your head. His voice is so, so, so nice to listen to when you have your ear against his chest. He is like your very own relaxation helper.

“And what about you? How was your day? I came home and started yapping”, you say, craning your neck to look at his face.

“That’s alright. I’m always here to listen. I had a good day. I drove my bike along Han River, went to an exhibition and then read. I’ve been lost in this book ever since I came home.”

You chuckle, “that sounds like a perfect day for you. I’m happy to hear that you had a good day.” 

He leans in to kiss your lips. You kiss him back with a smile. You end the affection with a soft rub to his cheek, gazing at him.

“My day’s good too now that I’m home. You’re so handsome, my darling.”

He smiles with his eyes, “you’re beautiful too, darling. I love this skirt on you.”

“Yeah? I kinda regret wearing it.”

“Why?”

“The shoes I wore to it were uncomfortable. My feet are aching like crazy. Urgh, I need to throw out these damned shoes. They’re always making my feet hurt.”

“Should I take care of it?” 

“What? Throwing out my shoes?”

“No. Giving you a massage.”

You grin, “is it gonna end in you begging me to step on you again?”

He laughs deeply, “in my defence, it’s not my fault that you have sexy feet. And that was one time.”

“Lies. You almost do this every time you massage my feet.”

“Yeah, well…” he doesn’t know what to say to that, looking caught in a lie.

You chuckle, “you’re lucky that you’re so cute. Otherwise I would curse at you for being a horndog.”

He lowers his eyes shyly, showing off his dimples in a big grin. You tilt his head back up, making him look at you. His eyes carry a certain sparkle in them, which they only get when he is with you. It is devoted and submissive.

“Yes, you can massage my feet. Including all the consequences. If you insinuated what I’m thinking you did.”

Namjoon gulps, licking his lips after. He nods his head, whispering his words. “Yeah, I was insinuating that.”

“Good, then get on with it”, you taunt, kissing his lips.

Namjoon kisses you back with a soft moan, sitting up for it to get closer to you. You allow him the heaven for a little while before breaking away. He whines softly, chasing you but you don’t allow him more. This is exactly what you wanted to happen. Give him a taste of paradise only to break away and make him hungry for more.

“Go on, be a good boy”, you order.

“Yes, ma’am”, he says and stumbles off the couch to get the oil. 

Today will not be the first time Namjoon massages your feet and it is definitely not the first time you make something sexy out of it. Your teasing was not just teasing, it was the truth. There were many occasions where you and he ended up having sex from a foot massage. Sometimes it ends in him wanting to be stepped on while you call him your needy slut. Sometimes it ends in him kissing your feet and promising his undivided devotion forever. And sometimes it ends in you jerking him off with your feet until he releases all over you.

It is so much fun to do and it is a fairly new kink you and he discovered.

The awesome thing about being long-term partners is that you are with each other when you change and rediscover yourselves. Namjoon didn’t always have a kink for feet, neither did you. It is a recent discovery you made together one night. Namjoon was kneeling in front of you, begging to eat your pussy, when you decided to trace his cock with your foot. It turned him on so much, which turned you on in return. You and he haven’t been the same ever since, including the kink in your sex life from time to time. 

You can’t wait to feel it tonight. And Namjoon seems to share your feelings as he almost stumbles over his own feet when he hurries back to you.

“Careful, don’t break something now.”

“I’m so excited, you have no idea.”

“I can’t tell at all”, you tease sarcastically.

He falls to his knees in front of you, fumbling to open the oil bottle.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Hm?”

You lift your right foot and place it against his chest. Namjoon inhales sharply, having to gulp as you dance your foot down his torso.

“I’m still wearing my stockings.”

“Oh? Right. Sorry.”

He takes them off carefully, folding them neatly before placing them to the side.

You put one of your feet on his thigh and the other you rub on his chest again.

“Now get to work.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Namjoon finally opens the oil bottle, pouring some of it into the palm of his hands. He rubs them together, warming the oil this way. Once he seems happy with it, he meets your eyes.

You instantly understand, placing your foot into his hands. You relax back, lowering your lids halfway in a playful yet tranquil manner.  

Namjoon instantly gets to work, moving his skilled fingers along the aches and tensions in your foot. He wants to do a good job. It might end in sex later, but Namjoon will be damned if he didn’t make sure that your feet actually stopped aching. This is supposed to help you first and be something sexy second. 

“That’s amazing, Joonie. You’re doing such a good job”, you praise. 

“Is there a spot which hurts most?”

“Just the middle of my sole. It feels so sore.”

Namjoon glides his fingers to it and tries to relax it with eager circles and pressure.

“Yes, right there. Mhhhhm so good”, you gush, closing your eyes and rolling your head back. 

Namjoon shifts a little because of your reaction. The noises you make are so sexy to him. He knows not to act up yet however, working hard to relax your foot instead. 

Once he is done with your right foot, he repeats what he did on your left foot. He spreads the oil first, starting off on your ankles and making his way to your toes. He lingers on the spots which seem  sore and tense, helping you to complete relaxation like this. 

“Ma’am?”

“Are you finished?”

“Yes, I-”

“No, you’re not. Massage my calves as well”, you order and put your feet on his thighs, dangerously close to his cock. 

Namjoon inhales sharply, watching with a dizzy head how you smirk to yourself. He gulps. You are doing this on purpose. 

“Yes, ma'am”, he croaks. He covers his hands in more oil and begins the massage.

“There we go, such a good boy”, you purr, parting your legs. 

You make him dizzy. Everything about this is starting to turn him on. Your praise, your voice, your open legs and your feet on his thighs. Judging by the faint smirk still present on your lips, this stopped being innocent relaxation for you as well.

He is allowed to be turned on by it. Namjoon cannot control the voices anymore and so he lowers his head to your inner thigh to kiss you in devotion. 

“Huh?” you gasp and lift your head. A chuckle leaves you. “Now, what are you doing here?” 

Namjoon lifts his head, grasping your ankles desperately.

“I can’t think straight anymore. Please I…please.”

The smirk grows, your eyes flicker playfully. You straighten up.

“Then take off your pants, will you?”

“Yes ma’am. Thank you ma’am”, he stutters and gets out of them, working as quickly as possible to slip out of his jeans. 

He stands up for it but instantly falls to his knees again once bared. You wave him closer with a wiggle of your finger.

“There we go. Look at how hard you already are”, you taunt, rubbing your feet up and down his thighs. 

His cock twitches each time you come close to it. 

“Please.”

His begs satisfy you and so you lift your feet to fulfil his wish.

You put them on each side of his cock, meeting his eyes. He is breathing so heavily, pupils widened.

“Go ahead now, cover them in oil.”

“Yes, ma’am”, Namjoon obeys, biting his lower lip at the feeling of oil trickling down his cock. It is so cold in comparison to your warm soles.

You begin moving as he still pours the oil, forcing him to twitch and accidentally spill more than necessary.

“What a needy boy. That’s enough”, you say, chuckling fondly.

Namjoon places the bottle aside and instantly grips the rug, rolling his head back. A deep moan slips off his tongue, letting you know just how good it feels for him.

It feels amazing for you as well. His cock is really hot to the touch, a clear indicator of his desperation. It is also so soft and fragile. One wrong movement and you could squeeze him painfully. The power you have over him and the trust he puts into you is making you delirious. You switch your eyes between his blissed out face and the view of your feet.

The oil made them messy and allows them to glisten in the candle light. Each time you move them down to his base, his flushed cockhead appears between them, looking wetter and wetter each time you do.

You can’t do a lot of variations of the movement because the position limits it, but that’s alright for you. This is the perfect way to jerk off his cock. You can see everything. His meaty thighs tensing and twitching each time you rub your feet on his tip, his stomach and chest flexing and flinching each time you drag your feet down his veiny shaft and his blissed out face changing and contorting in pleasure.

“You look so handsome like this, darling. Kneeling for me is really your best look”, you coo, rubbing your feet back and forth on his tip. You can squeeze it gently like this, watching in delight how it moves between your feet.

Namjoon answers you with the sweetest moans, arching his back as best as possible. He loves it when he kneels for you. Everything about it is perfect to him. The loss of power, how small he suddenly is, the fact that he can look up at you and that you look down at him in return, the total surrender of control. He is completely and totally in the palms of your hands when he kneels and there is nothing sweeter to him. Although, palms of your hands might be wrong choice of words today. He is very much in the soles of your feet and it makes him want to pray to your name.

Maybe he does. Maybe he moans your name with such submission that you have to moan as well.

“Why are you praying to my name like that, mhm? Is it the kneeling or how I’m playing with your pretty cock?” you taunt, applying a little more pressure just to tease.

“Both”, Namjoon croaks, leaking all over your toes. It is so warm and slick, making it easier to please him.

“Both, I see. You’re such a needy boy then, aren’t you?”

“Yes, needy. Your needy boy.”

“My needy boy?”

Namjoon nods his head vigorously, bucking his hips up against his will. He keeps doing it, chasing the pleasure your feet give him. You let him, watching him with widened eyes and a tingling stomach.

“I see. My needy boy.”

“___”, Namjoon croaks, thighs trembling especially aggressively.

He rolls his head to the front and opens his eyes, instantly moaning loudly at the view. He knew that it would look sexy, because it feels so good, but it’s better than he imagined it to be. Your feet are so wet and oily and beautiful and perfect and beautiful and… his brain keeps repeating the same words, going foggy at the same time. The movements are suddenly so much more clearer to feel, seeping into his fibres deeper than before. He twists the rug as best as possible and moves his hips with more vigour.

“Does this feel good to you, darling?”

“Yes, so good. It’s insane”, he moans, following it up with the sweetest noises.

You match his sounds, keeping your feet still to allow him movement. He is chasing his orgasm. You know that he is because of how eager his hips twitch into your hold. He is basically rutting into you, using your slippery feet for pleasure. His dark hair hangs messily into his face and his glasses slipped down the slope of his button nose. He must be really hot in his jumper because his neck is slightly sweaty and his tanned skin flushed.

The part most flushed however is his cock. Hard and throbbing and so, so red it leaks just for you. And that means something with Namjoon because his cock is normally a pretty tan colour as well. This is feeling really good to him for his cock to flush that much.

“I, I don’t know if can- ah uhm, woah, I can…mhmm fuck. Fuck, I don’t know”, he is stuttering, changing between rasping and whimpering the words. How wonderful he is when he loses control over his voice.

“Whenever you need to, darling. I’m right here”, you encourage him, rubbing your feet back and forth.

“Shit! ___!” he yelps, losing the fight against pleasure. He gasps, grinds his teeth and growls, cock finally spurting all over your feet in a messy, hot orgasm.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Cum for me, such a good boy. My needy boy, cum all over my feet, you messy boy”, you talk him through it, feeling dizzy at the sexy view. This is getting you off as if you were the one having an orgasm right now.

Namjoon finishes after five aggressive thrusts of his hips, flinching back and therefore releasing his sensitive cock from your feet.

“Fuck, that was intense”, he presses out, holding your ankles. He is breathing heavily, head rolled back and mouth agape. His chest heaves up and down quickly, stretching the material of the jumper.

You kind of just enjoy the moment, gazing at him and thinking to yourself that he is the hottest man to ever exist.

“You’re a fucking goddess”, he gets out, making you chuckle.

“You’re a needy boy.”

“Mhm, I am. I bloody am”, he agrees and purrs, rolling his head to the front lazily. He gives you a tired yet happy smile, lifting your feet to his lips afterwards to lick the cum off them.

“What the heck? Oh my god, that’s hot”, you gasp, dropping into the pillow naturally. He made you lose balance, but you don’t mind. What he is doing right now is the hottest thing he ever did.

Namjoon purrs and slurps happily until your feet are squeaky clean. His hunger still remains however and so he puts your legs on his shoulders and licks sloppy paths up your inner thighs. Your breath speeds up more and more the closer to your pussy he gets.

He disappears under your skirt. Your knees are now bending over his back.

“My goddess”, he lulls, tugging your panties to the side and connecting his tongue with your wet pussy.

“Joon!” you yelp, arching your back. “Holy fuck!”

Namjoon purrs, thanking you for the pleasure with skilled laps of his tongue. He would never dare to take an orgasm from you without giving you one in return. You are his everything, the reason why he breathes. Your pleasure is so important to him that it would feel wrong not to eat you out right now. You are so wet and soft and swollen. Just imaging that he could have left you in such a state makes Namjoon angry. He pulls you closer with his strong arms wrapped around your thighs, using his plumb lips to rub your sensitive pussy.

“Wow, what the fuck?” you get out, squirming from side to side and arching your back. You do these two movements alternatively, unable to decide on which one you love more.

You won’t last long anymore, but that was never your goal. You want to fucking orgasm like he wanted his’. The day was long, it was stressful and annoying and this orgasm would make all of it go away. There is no better way than to truly leave the day behind than climaxing on Namjoon’s skilled tongue.

And you do, oh you fucking do.

“I’m cumming, darling”, you moan, feeding him your orgasm a second later.

Namjoon eats it up happily, moaning with you and keeping his tongue still so you could hump his face until you are satisfied.

“Fuck, this was perfect. God, come here you.”

You pull him from under your skirt after your high died down, kissing him messily and giggling when he falls atop of you clumsily. His glasses are fogged up and tilted to the side, his hair is a mess and his puffy lips taste like you. This is perfect. Everything about this is perfect.

Namjoon would agree, melting into your embrace with a fluttering heart and a tingling stomach.

“Was nice, really nice”, he mumbles.

“Yeah, so nice”, you agree, smiling with him because it is amazing to be together.

[wonubby]

GOL PARI JOON ! - K. BAKUGO

chapter 02: ts(pmo)² 

SYPONOSIS - at U.A, y/n is known as Gol Pari, the untouchable flower fairy. admired by all, wanted by many, but she rejects them all without hesitation. yet, the only one she desires is katsuki bakugo, the one guy who doesn’t care. and y/n isn’t used to being ignored.

CONTENT WARNING - swearing, suggestive jokes,

WORD COUNT - 464

translations: azizam - my dear

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"c'mon katsu, please don't be mad at us." y/n whined, pouting as the male ignored her attempts for attention. sitting up, the girl ran a hand through the spikey hair, glancing at him, buried in one his romance mangas.

the sudden touch made him sigh, shoulders relaxing with ease. "you're such a brat, you know that, right?" he huffed, not being able to stay mad at her.

"yeah, but you love it, don't you?"

katsuki tensed. damn her. always saying weird crap that made his heart feel all messed up. his attitude with her was different. the softness he portrayed came naturally, only she could see him like this. and he hated that he couldn't figure out why? they were just friends.

"you wish, weirdo. i only tolerate you because the old hag would kill me if she found out i was rude to you." he rolled his eyes, ignoring his beating heart.

y/n smirked, "hah, do you remember when we were kids, and our mom's used to plan our future wedding?"

"of course, your ass was always yapping about it being a 'beautiful mountain wedding near a horse farm," katsuki snorted. "dumbass."

but he remembered it. the way her eyes used to sparkle when she talked about it, like she was already dreaming of the day.

"hey! don't think that i didn't forget about you, mr 'i want your ring to be a ladybug.' you were truly a weirdo, katsu." she giggled, watching his cheeks flush in a deep red shade.

"tch, whatever. go to sleep, stupid; we have training tomorrow morning." katsuki placed a hand on her head, pushing her back into his pillows as he got up.

"where are you going?" y/n questioned, frowning at the loss of his warm body.

"to set up a bed on the floor? I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you." he stated it as if it were obvious.

her frown deepened, "no kats, this is your room. i'll leave so you can have the bed."

"shut the fuck up and sleep," katsuki grunted, laying a small comforter on the floor.

y/n wasn't having it. she got up, wandering towards the boy, and pulled him towards the bed. "if you want me to stay, we're sleeping in the same bed. got it?" she ordered, pushing him under the covers before joining him.

"now, sleep. otherwise, my flowers will bindyou to this bed, got it?" she threatened, but katsuki couldn't help but find it cute.

"yes ma'am," and within a few minutes, he was out like a baby. y/n smiled at his sleeping form, reaching her hand to grab his own.

"and i still want to marry you, azizam." she mumbled, placing a small kiss on his biceps before drifting off to sleep.

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The fact that my OC's came from a shitty afterdeath roleplay in a wattpad comment section bc the person wanted to add bg characters is crazy to me