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[giannaln4]

GIANNA'S KINKTOBER '24 SEASON

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Kinktober day sixteen.

Breeding Kink (3.2k words)

summary: Since the moment he met you, Lando knew he wanted you to be the mother of his children, and that feeling only intensified when he saw taking care of your nephew.

warnings: NSFW, +18, smut, MDNI, established relationship, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talking, breeding kink.

To anyone else, and as people would expect, seeing your significant other with a child should warm your heart; it should give you a soft spot for the person you’ve vowed to spend the rest of your life with. 

Lando did feel like that when he saw you interact with any kid, like when you were walking in the paddock and a kid came up to him and you always made conversation so they wouldn’t feel so shy, or when a driver brought their kid to the race and you immediately leaned down to talk to them, sometimes even holding their tiny hands as they swore they had the coolest thing to show you.

That was the first few times, at least. But he will never forget how everything inside him shifted when you first met his niece. She instantly fell in love with you, and she needed to drag you everywhere. Who could blame her, really; that’s just the effect you have on people.

But god, the effect you had on him? That was another level, because the way he felt that weekend when you picked up a motherly role when you were with her made him feel something he had never felt before, something he never imagined, and quite honestly, he couldn’t explain it. That was until you were saying goodbye and the little girl nearly cried when her mother took her from your arms, and his hands instinctively landed on your tummy when he walked you back to the car.

The thought of you carrying his child and taking care of them the same way you did with his niece — now that is a fire he could never put out, not until it became a reality. He wanted- no, he needed to make you a mother; he desperately needed to put a baby in you in a way that was almost primal.

You and Lando have been together for years, and it was common knowledge that he wanted kids. Sure, you have talked about having a family one day after getting married, one day, but sometimes he just wishes you could skip all of that and make a baby once and for all. 

For months, he kept those thoughts to himself, not wanting to ruin what you had just because he couldn’t contain his desire buried for a little longer; that was until you babysat your 5-year-old nephew, Charlie.

He came back home sometime in the afternoon, eyes tired and body aching for the intensity of the past weeks. He wanted nothing more than to be with his girlfriend and forget about the world, but as soon as he stepped into your apartment, he heard the TV and loud chuckles coming from the living room.

His brows frowned in confusion as he dropped his bags next to the door and followed the noise, his heart nearly stopping when he spotted you playing with the little kid.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” He said with a huge smile.

“Oh hi, you’re home,” you sprinted towards him, hugging him tightly when he caught you in his arms. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, sweetheart,” he kissed your temple. “And how is this little guy doing?" Lando walked towards Charlie, kneeling next to him to be at the same level. 

“Good, we are playing with the puppies,” he exclaimed, his tiny finger pointed at the TV. 

“Yeah? Are they fun?” He just nodded and ran closer to the glowing screen, completely forgetting about Lando’s existence and jumping again as his tired eyes followed the dogs.

“Don’t worry, my sister will pick him up in a couple of hours.”

“It’s fine. He seems happy.”

“And very tired. I think it's time for a nap, what do you say?” You walked towards him, trying to pick him up, but he refused.

“No! I wanna play racing again.” 

“We can play some other time, I promise.” 

He looked up at you, the corners of his mouth turning down as his eyes quickly filled with tears. He shook his head and ran back to Lando, who was still on his knees, as he caged himself in his arms.

“I wanna play racing,” he repeated, this time to your boyfriend, sniffling and wiping his tears.

“Yeah? We can play for a little while.”

“Lando-” The way he just betrayed you, you would never forgive him.

“He’ll want to go to sleep soon, don’t worry.” You saw them walk to Lando’s streaming room, Charlie skipping as he held his hand.

You rolled your eyes and followed them, crossing your arms as you rested against the door frame. Lando tried to pick him up, intending to sit him in the sim, but he nearly lost his mind, as if Lando had no idea how playing racing worked.

“No! Auntie.” Lando freaked out and out and put him back down, looking at you as he begged for your help with a single look.

“I’m right here, sweetie.”

You stepped closer to them, sitting on the chair as you picked him up and put him on your lap. He was happy again, his little feet kicking in the air as he gripped the steering wheel.

“We’ll do one more, okay?”

“Yes!” He happily exclaimed.

Lando watched the both of you in awe as you started the game, showing Charlie all the cool cars he could choose from.

“I want the blue car again!” He said, pointing at the Red Bull. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Lando joked. You giggled at this, but chose the Red Bull for the race.

It was a free practice session, so you weren’t actually racing other cars, but you still got to drive it super fast, which is exactly what he liked. 

As the session started, you placed your hands just below his. You were doing all the work, but the illusion was still there. 

It was a little harder to drive like this, but you still managed to put up a few good laps without messing up too much, but even when you did, he was enjoying it, giggling and pointing at the screens as he turned to Lando to ask him an excited “did you see that?” Any time something happened, and every time, Lando would just nod and match his enthusiasm.

The session ended, and just like you did earlier today, you congratulated your nephew for his amazing driving. He took the compliments proudly as if he just won a championship, but his head soon fell on your chest, yawning as he snuggled closer.

“Okay, time for a nap.”

He didn’t resist this time. Instead, he nodded as his eyes closed. Lando helped you get up as you held Charlie close to you, walking towards the guest room; that was the room he preferred, saying your room was too scary and probably haunted.

You carefully laid him down, taking his shoes off and covering his body with a blanket. How was he already in a deep sleep? You had no idea, but you envy him.

While he was asleep, you took the time to clean up the mess he made earlier, picking up all the toys he brought and putting Lando’s helmets back where they belonged. You loved your nephew, you really did, but man, it was really challenging to take care of a child. Not only were they messy and unpredictable, but they had so much energy you could barely keep up. You often wondered how your sister did it. 

Once you finished up, you dramatically collapsed on the couch. “I need to sleep for like a week,” you joked, your boyfriend laughing at your antics.

He made his way to the couch, sitting next to you as he pulled you in a warm embrace, hands caressing your sides as he placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. “Me too, and I was only here for like half an hour.”

“Imagine! I’ve been with him since this morning. I’m never babysitting again.”

“No? But you love Charlie.” He looked at you expectantly, trying to decipher if you were being serious.

“I do, but it’s too much sometimes. I honestly don’t know what we’ll do when we have our kids.”

Our kids. Two simple words that opened up a can that you would never be able to close. He stayed silent, mentally cursing the tent forming in his pants for betraying him in such an innocent moment.

You didn’t think anything of it, nor did you realise what those two words did to him, so you just reached for the remote control and browsed the channels. You ended up picking a cooking show, paying attention as if you would ever cook anything like that.

The entire time, Lando was paying attention to you — all of you. He admired your face, your hands, your hips… your tummy. He couldn’t stop himself from placing both his hands on your stomach, imagining what you would look like carrying a child. His child. He was well aware he was getting ahead of himself, but after witnessing today’s events? God, he needed to do something about it.

Another hour went by, and you were already catching up to your boyfriend’s intentions. To you, everything seemed normal at first, but the lower his hands got and the way his thumb was rubbing soft circles on your stomach, it clicked. You knew how Lando felt about having a family with you, but it never crossed your mind that seeing you with kids affected him so much. Though it all made more sense now, any time you were near a kid, even if you didn’t interact with them at all, his hands would be all over you, and when he got you alone? That’s another story, but you never connected the dots until now. 

Suddenly, a phone call made both of you jump. It was your sister calling you to let you know she was in the building, ready to pick Charlie up. You gathered all his things as Lando greeted your sister, walking her in and guiding her to the guest room.

“Aw, he looks so peaceful.”

“Well, you should’ve seen him two hours ago,” you joked.

“I know,” she laughed with you. “Thank you for taking care of him on such short notice, you saved my life today.”

“It’s okay, I love spending time with Charlie, and I’m happy to do it any other time.” 

“Thanks, Y/N. He honestly loves you, you have no idea how happy he got when I told him we were coming here.” Your sister was about to carry Charlie in his arms, but Lando offered to bring him down to the car. 

Okay, now you got it. You had to admit that seeing Lando carry a little kid did things to you, and since your realisation a few minutes ago, you couldn’t stop thinking about a family; how did you suddenly get your own case of baby fever? Sure, you were still young, and that probably wouldn’t happen for at least a few years, but fantasising couldn’t hurt anyone. 

You walked back to the apartment holding Lando’s hand, his grip so tight you thought he could break your hand if he squeezed a little harder. As soon as the door closed behind you, he grabbed you by the hips and turned you around, his lips crashing into yours in an intense kiss.

Kissing him back, your arms wrapped around his neck as one hand played with his hair.

“You looked so pretty today, taking such good care of the baby,” he mumbled against your lips, biting it sofly. You couldn’t contain the moan that left your mouth, only encouraging him further. 

He carried you to your bedroom, immediately throwing you in the bed and hovering over you. He pressed himself further into you, making you very aware of his hardening cock as he nudged his bulge into your lower stomach. You moaned again, your legs going around his torso to pull him down.

“I wanna put a baby in you. God, you would look so perfect.” He didn’t know what to do with you. He wanted to kiss you, bite you; he wanted to touch you everywhere, his own mind making him feel overwhelmed. 

After quickly taking off your shirt, he started kissing you everywhere, a trail of wet kisses making their way down your body. His touch was electric, making you nearly squirm beneath him as your fingers kept a tight grip on his hair, and his words only made the feeling intensify. 

“Lando,” you moaned, he hummed in response, “do it,” you simply said. God, the way everything inside him shifted is something he wanted to remember for the rest of his life. He looked up at you, eyes filled with a hunger and desperation you had never seen before. 

“Yeah? You want me to put a baby here?” He asked you, his big hand falling on your lower stomach as he kissed it. 

“Mhm, yes.” Your heartbeat was as strong as ever, and you were already having a hard time focusing. You needed him to do something and you needed it now. 

“Fuck,” he breathed as his hips involuntarily thrusted into the mattress. His lips kept exploring the lower part of your body as his hands worked on getting rid of your joggers, hands falling on your thighs immediately after to move them to rest on his shoulders. 

“Please, I need you so bad,” you begged, and he assumed you were asking him to pay attention to your poor pussy, which you were, but his mouth is not what you needed right now, so you stopped him after one firm lick. “Inside me.”

“As you wish, my love.” 

He got off the bed to quickly discard his clothes as you did the same with your bra, falling back on the bed as you eagerly waited for him. You felt like his gaze was piercing you as he lowered his body, pressing himself against you.

You moaned in anticipation, your arms wrapped around his neck as you felt your pussy starting to drip with desire. He moved his fingers along your sides and all the way down to your hole, collecting your wetness and spreading everywhere, finally getting to your clit as he rubbed soft circles for a moment.

He moved his mouth to your chest, taking one of your nipples into your mouth as he whimpered, and his mind instantly went to how sensitive and full they would be once you were pregnant, and he couldn’t wait any longer. “You look so fucking sexy tonight, sweetheart... I wanna fuck you so bad.” He was practically drooling as his fingers left your pussy and grabbed his cock, pumping it a couple of times before guiding it to your entrance.

You couldn’t help your gaze dropping to his member, already swollen at the tip and bubbling with precum. It seemed impossible, but you were sure you had never needed him this bad.

He pushed into you, making both of you moan loudly as his eyes met yours for a moment before pressing a kiss on your lips, whispering a little “I love you.”

He didn’t give you that long to adjust. His hands went under your ass, moving you up and down his cock. As if your sex life wasn’t already rough, the intention he had in mind just made him go crazier, because the way he was thrusting into you was bound to leave you sore for days. 

The room was filled with whimpers and slick noises the whole time, moans of each other’s names joining from time to time. “Gonna fill you up so good,” he breathed, his hands squeezing your ass, “fuck, can’t wait to see your tummy grow.” All you could do was moan, the words leaving his mouth putting you under a spell that you could never escape. “Do you want that, love?”

“Uh- huh,” you managed to spit out, fingers drigging into his strong biceps.

“Wanna hear you say it.”

“Fuck- ah. I want you to put a baby in me.” You replied, eyes focusing on what your words did to him.

His hips began to speed up, thrashing your head against the pillows as he repeatedly hit that sweet spot deep inside you. He was so deep you could practically feel him in the pit of your stomach.

“Harder,” you whimpered, and he immediately started to drill into you, the air nearly getting knocked out of your lungs as his grip tightened. 

“You feel so good around me, so so good for me,” he pants, looking down to where you were connected. “Fuck.”

“Ah- Lando.” It felt so good. So good that you are too far out of reality to form any thoughts; you could only think about him and how good he looked above you, with his mouth hung open in pure pleasure as he panted.

One of his hands made its way to your tummy, pressing down where he could feel himself. It was so simple yet so effective; he could feel his cock moving deep inside you. He gragged it further, his fingers catching your clit.

“Fuck,” you let out a broken moan, “just like that.”

He smirked at this; it was like you were begging him to get you pregnant as you began to tighten around him. He knew you were close; he could not only feel it but see it, the way your eyes were squeezed shut as your legs started to quiver.

“You wanna cum? You wanna cum while I fill you up?”

“Fuck,” you screamed as your head frantically nodded. 

“Cum with me, I’m gonna put a baby in there.”

With that, your orgasm began to take over, squeezing around him tighter, triggering his own release. He slowed his movements down and both his hands took a hold of your waist, keeping you in place so you wouldn’t waste a single drop.

Both your moans were even louder as he did his best to continue pushing into you through his orgasm, wanting to pump as much of his seed into you as he possibly could. When he physically couldn’t keep going, he stopped, keeping his cock deep inside you as he tried to catch his breath. 

He looked down at you, a smile adorning his face as he looked down at the mess he made. Slowly, he pulled out, his fingers quickly replacing his cock as he pushed his cum back into you, making you squirm and whimper at how sensitive you were. 

“Gonna have to squeeze for me, love, you gotta keep it inside.” The sight almost made him want to fuck you again; he couldn’t believe how pretty you looked filled up to the brim with his cum.

His eyes locked with yours, fingers going inside his mouth as he licked them clean. He had lost his mind; you were sure of that, but fuck, you couldn’t deny how hot that was.

With a satisfied smirk, he fell next to you, pulling you into his arms as he kissed you once more. “I love you so much,” he whispered.

“I love you too.”

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[cherubunie]

hii can you do something like a corruption kink with any enha hyung line membet you want and like virgin reader? where they're like lowkey going wild over the fact that she's a virgin and can't wait to corrupt her and stuff. sorry if this makes no sense or you don't want to write it, i totally get it if you don't. thanks and have a nice day <3

corruption ~ enha hyung line

if the enha hyung line would have a corruption kink or not , and the extent of which how badly they want to ruin your innocence and take you for themselves.

enha hyung line x reader | corruption kink

warnings : semi smut , corruption kink , multiple positions , daddy kink , sub / dom dymanic , breeding kink , dacryphilia , degrading , praise , size kink , this kinda sucks , not proof read

LEE HEESEUNG .ᐟ ----- ♡

I feel like heeseung would have a corruption kink - but only to a certain extent and only for you.

the two of you have been dating for a couple months now , and everything has been so blissful and sweet... apart from your sex life.

every time the two of you make out and things get heated , you always shy away and make up an excuse not to do anything sexual.

he is so patient with you though and would never get mad at denying any sort of sexual intimacy , he is such a sweet boyfriend ugh I love him sm.

but one day , the two of you are making out , and his fingers slide up the fabric of your skirt , your skin leaving goosebumps trailing on your skin.

just as he's about to reach your underwear , you whine and break the kiss. your lips wet and swollen as you catch your breath before you speak in a whisper.

"I-im not ready" heeseungs eyes open and meet with yours , his lips also swollen and hungry.

"wassa matter baby ? you can tell me angel , im here to listen" your face turns a shade redder than it already was and you sit back a little on his lap , shifting uncomfortably. your eyes dart away to look anywhere else but him . his fingers rub gentle patterns on your thigh , coaxing you to calm your nerves.

"im... uhm... im not- I dont know.. god this is embarrassing," you face palm and bite your lip. heeseungs ears perk up , his mind racing at your words.

he's had a suspicion about the topic at hand , he's just been waiting for you to confirm it.

and oh god does this make things so much better for him.

his own personal , little baby to corrupt and ruin . the thought of taking your virginity for himself and showing you how to have sex , teach you how to use your pretty mouth makes his dick harder than ever.

you feel his cock harden underneath you , and your eyes widen in shock, your hips squirming in his hold.

"h-heeseung... im- I dont know how... ive never done anything.." you shake your head and cover your face in embarrassment once more.

heeseung brings your hands down from your face and force you to look at him, both of your faces red.

"I don't care angel ... I'll take care of you, kay'?" one of his hands trail to your thigh, trailing upwards once more.

"I'll make you feel good baby , so so good..." his fingers met with your damp panties , pressing them against your clothed bundle of nerves

"you'll be beggin' me to stop.."

he would finger you on his lap to prep you, your first orgasm rushes over you , and you can't help but fall apart on his lap underneath his control.

after making you come undone on his lap , he would force you onto your back and eat you out , lapping and sucking your juices like a starved animal , showing you just how good he can make you feel

he never wants to stop ever because you have such a sweet , sweet taste.

"my pretty girl has such a sweet taste , such a good girl for me baby , you gonna cum again my love ? wanna cum for me angel ?"

the though of having a perfect , little virgin right in the palm of his hand coming undone all for him and because of him quite literally makes him cum in his boxers , and he hasnt even touched himself yet !

ugh how he can't wait to fuck your tight , soaked pussy and make you drool all over him with the dumbest , braindead look on your face makes him hot and heavy - so that's exactly what he does.

PARK JONGSEONG ----- .ᐟ ♡

oh yes he would 100% have a corruption kink , and its BAD bro.

the two of you are just friends , but its so obvious that you have a crush on each other .

some sick and twisted part of Jay stops him from confessing first - wanting to see just how worked up he gets you before you fall apart in frustration.

that's the sadistic side of him.

you always go to him with your frustrations - and recently , its been about how you can't get yourself off no matter what toy you use - and you have a pretty good collection.

"I dont know what im doing wrong ! im so- ugh. I can't do anything by myself and I dont even have a boyfriend to help me. the guy I like doesn't like me back and it's so frustrating" you take a deep breath , your cheeks coated in a deep , pink blush before you continue

"I want... I wanna be able to pleasure myself so badly - im so frustrated all the time , espically with the guy I like ! its so frustrating being around him he makes me so..." your eyes lock with his , and you swear your heart stops for a second.

Jay is man spreading on your bed - it would be a cute sight due to your cute stuffed animals surrounding him in your pink bedroom - but the look on his face makes you fold in on yourself and stutter over your words.

"I-i ... n- nevermind..." your arms cross over your stomach and you advert your eyes from his figure.

the reason you came to him was because you've been best friends since you were children , and a conversation like this was never awkward because you have told each other literally everything - when you hit puberty and you didn't even know how to put a tampon in , how much gooey blood there was - and none of it made jay feel weird , of course it wouldn't ! he could never feel weird around you.

Jay's thoughts are running wild , especially with the way your thighs are clamped together and rubbing against one another. you dont realize you're even doing it , and that thought makes him want to pin you down and use your body as he pleases.

"look at me." his demand causes you to jump , and you obey him with shy eyes. your eyes interlock with his and he tongues his cheek , eyeing you up and down.

hes had enough of this little game ; he's caught you inbetween his fingers and now here you were , squirming in the palm of his hand like a pathetic little mouse.

"you truly have no idea what you do to me, huh y/n?" you suck in a deep breath , your lips parting as he continues.

"you wanna know what I wanna do to you , sweet thing ?" your heart rate increases , your body frozen just a mere foot or two away from the man in front of you.

"oh so many disgusting , dirty thoughts come to mind." your eyes dont look away from his , not for a second as he continues.

"you think I didn't know about your little infatuation , y/n ? its so abundantly obvious , its honestly adorable how innocent you are."

"j-jay..." you say breathlessly. he chuckles at your words , but continues nontheless.

"you honestly think I didn't see you humping your pillow after I left your house ? how you whimpered my name so pathetically ? you still couldn't get yourself off huh baby ?" you shake your head without thinking .

"aww , my poor baby couldn't do it herself huh ?" you shake your head again.

"I went home that night and thought of all the positions I wanted to fold you in. how badly I wanted to use your body however I wanted." you whine at his words , your thighs rubbing against each other more harshly.

"I wanna eat your sweet pussy with my fingers fucking you from the inside out" he sits up and begins to crawl over to you, your heart rate picks up and you lean back on instinct. Jay chuckles , enjoying the little cat-mouse game you've begun to play.

"I wanna fuck and abuse you tiny cunt until your eyes roll into the back of your head , my name being the only thing you can remember" your back hits the mattress below you, Jay crawling over your small frame right after. his fingers come in contact with your damp panties under your pretty dress.

"tsk, so wet already, how pathetic." you whimper at his cruel words , but he feels your hole clamp and his eyes widen.

"I'm gonna make you cry all over me baby . want me to use your pretty body ? want fuck you dumb ? "

you nod your head , but that's not enough for jay.

"words, princess"

"y-yes daddy..." now its his turn to feel flustered, his cock straining in his jeans at your words.

"oh god , you're so perfect , such a good girl for me , a good girl for daddy hmm?" you nod your head , gasping as his cold fingers pull your panties to the side and run through your wet folds.

god he can't wait to strip you of your innocence and alter your mind to where you can't even process anything but him and him alone , forcing you into submission and mark you his and only his.

SIM JAEHYUN ----- .ᐟ ♡

I feel as though Jake wouldn't have much of a corruption kink - he would be more into the experienced women.... however, you would be the one and only exeption.

the two of you have been friends for a couple years , meeting through a mutual friend of yours , sunghoon. since the moment Jake has laid eyes on you , he knew he was fucked .

the two of you dont hang out one on one often , only a few times has it happened , deciding on the fact that hanging out in a friend group setting was more ideal.

he tried to get rid of the little crush he had on you , he really really did.

until one day you two had ran into each other while walking to class . you decided to hang out for the day and do some shopping .

Jake wishes he would have never ever agreed , because that day he figured out just how innocent you truly are .

you literally took him into a Victorias secret for fucks sake , and despite his protests and cherry red cheeks , his looks of lust mixed with embarrassment flew right over your pretty head .

what made the situation worse was a couple guys tried hitting on you after figuring out you were single - you were beautiful , of course you would get people hitting on you from time to time.

you were so oblivious to their remarks , that when they walked away , you literally said with your entire chest

"I made a new friend !" you were so cute , it took Jake all his restraint in his body from bending you over the display and fucking you raw.

his last bit of sanity slipped from his fingers when you were hanging out with all of your friends at jakes house. the topic of sex came up and everyone was talking about how they've had sex before , and Jake couldnt help but stare at you the entire time .

your cheeks were dusted red and you were shyly sitting with your knees pressed together , looking around the living room and avoiding the conversation.

"what about you y/n , you've ever had sex ?" sunoo wiggles his eyebrows

"dont make her uncomfortable dude , y/n dont listen to him" sunoo rolls his eyes at jays lecturing words . you purse your lips into a pout and look over at Jake , who is already staring at you , waiting for an answer

"actually.... im a virgin." you say , embarrassment laced in your tone. Jake feels his dick harden and his eyes widen. how could he have been so blind ? of course you were a virgin , you're so oblivious when guys hit on you , and you literally took him into a Victorias secret .

he feels his sanity snap the second the words leave your mouth , and he quickly ushers everybody out of his house , claiming that something came up and everybody has to leave.

you were about to leave , waving Jake a goodbye before you took a good look at him ; he was avoiding all eye contact with you and didn't say goodbye.

he was acting weird , and you had to get to the bottom of it.

"Jake , are you okay ?" worry written in your tone , it made Jake groan

"im fine y/n , ill see you later " he goes to close the door , but you push it open before it had the chance to click closed .

you push your way in, looking up at the man with a questioning look. you cross your arms over your chest and shift your weight onto one of your legs.

"Jake , please tell me what's wrong , did I do something" Jake groans again , and his patience is wearing unbearably thin as you question him.

"y/n please , I don't want to talk about it" the thought of you being a virgin is eating away at his morality , his entire demeanor shifting dark as you stand in his doorway .

he's two seconds away from lifting you into the air and throwing you down onto the nearest , comfortable surface and showing you how experienced he is , taking away your innocence and virginity and carving his name all over it , making you his in every way possible .

"please , im here for you" you go to reach for his hand , but are quickly met with the front door slamming right before being pushed up against it, Jake hovering over your smaller frame and trapping you with his arms .

your clit throbs , an unfamiliar feeling as he looms over you.

"you drive me so. fucking. insane." he speaks honestly , and your thighs clamp down and rub together , needing some sort of friction.

"you mean to tell me you dragged me into a lingerie shop , and had no idea that you were turning me on ?" you gulp at his words - you half knew what you were doing, and you're now starting to feel embarrassed for doing so.

"I-im... yun.." you whine, not being able to form a coherent sentence.

"im giving you two options; you can leave and our friendship will go back to how it was because its clear that this isn't normal , or you can stay" you're about to answer , but you're cut off before you can speak

"if you stay , im warning you now that you're not going to be able to walk out of here tomorrow" you dont answer , your voice cut too small in order to do so.

Jake takes your chin between his index and thumb finger , forcing you to tilt your head up to look him in the eyes.

"i'm gonna to make you scream my name and cum as many times as I want" his hand moves from the wall to your waist , pressing his front against yours , resulting in his hard cock pressing up against your thigh. you gasp , nodding your head quicker than you can think

"please- want you yun.. pl- yes.. wanna stay" that's all he needs before he's lifting you into the air , your legs wrapping around his front while your hands find their way to entangle in his hair.

his fingers work magic on your clit , your slick coating his digits perfectly

"so wet for me , you have such a pretty pussy baby" he kisses your bundle of nerves as he presses two fingers into your tight , wet cunt. your back arches off the bed as you approach your first orgasm in your life. you feel a weird sensation in your tummy and your hands frantically grab jakes shoulders

"o- oh my god I feel... please" you beg for something you aren't even sure of.

"c'mon darling , finish for me pretty girl" and so you do , squirting all over jakes face and bed and his eyes widen in shock. he coaxes you to relax before kissing your temple

"looks like I got a little squirter on my hands" he chuckles

"g-gentle please.." you shouldn't have said those words oh god , that only makes Jake want to be more rough , but he listens anyways as his thrusts are slow and concentrated . the way you're pussy is unbelievably tight and new is so, so taunting.

you hiss at the sting and before long , he's folded you in half and showing you all the right positions and angles , fucking you through your third orgasm of the night.

"y-yun feels so - ugh ff-uck" you squeal at the angle , his bulbous tip kissing your sweet spot with every thrust

"want me to fill you up with my cum sweet ? breed your tiny pussy ? oh god you're so small fuck " your back arches off the bed and you scratch his back , leaving trails of red blood.

"tell me how it feels baby , let go all over me" he speaks , demanding an answer

"f-feels so good , so full , mmmf , oh my god" you respond , your legs shaking in jakes hold and your eyes squeezed tight

Jake doesn't seem to care as you flutter around his cock , screaming as your fourth orgasm just about washes over you.

"please , want you to use me ! d-da... ddy please!" as if you couldnt be any more perfect , Jake chuckles before snapping his hips against your ass , your knees besides your head.

"dont worry baby , daddy's gonna take such good care of you . such a good girl , giving daddy your innocence , takin' me so well" you just about sob at his sweet words

letting Jake take your virginity was the best fucking thing that could have happened ever

PARK SUNGHOON ----- .ᐟ ♡

he has the worst corruption kink fucking ever dude it drives me INSANE

sunghoon is someone you met in a college class.

although he was reserved and somewhat cold , you tried to get along with him anyways , he was your seat partner after all.

it took a while for him to start getting comfortable with you and soon , the two of you became friends.

it took him way longer to let you in than most people because of how badly he wanted to fuck you.

yes, fuck you. the way you hold yourself was so cute. you were a shy one for sure. you were soft spoken and quiet - reserved in the exact same way he is and it would be a lie if you were to say you didn't find him attractive either.

a mature , strong man is all you needed - so you were bound to start lusting after him as he was you.

but you couldnt ruin such an early friendship , the two of you were starting to get to know each other and you didn't want to mess things up. the more you two hung out , the more you realized he was different with you than with other people he knew

more gentle in a way. how he would talk to you so soft and caring , he was the biggest sweetheart - especially to you.

but dont let his actions deceive you - his thoughts were definitely nothing like how he acts.

every lingering, soft touch on the small of your back makes him want to force you into an arch and pound into you from behind , pulling your hair and making you scream out his name.

bite and suck pretty little marks into your perfect skin, make you cream all over his cock as many times as he wishes as you lay down and take it like a good little girl.

every time you would get too close to him , resulting in getting a wiff of your vanilla perfume makes him want to force your legs apart and eat you out for hours until your too weak to move , yet still cumming all over his face.

you would send him a selfie of your makeup and outfit before starting your day , and each time you did that he would groan and rub one out

"fuck-" he moans , squeezing his tip in his palm as he looks at his phone screen - a beautiful picture of you - your hair is up in two curled ponytails , your glittery eyeshadow and wispy eyelashes make your doe eyes pop , and oh god your lips are pink and glossy , pouting as you snap the picture

he wishes he could stain your lips with his cum and stuff your cheeks full of his warm seed

he would face fuck you until you pass out due to lack of oxygen

his pearly beads of precum leak from his tip as he smears it down his shaft , using it as lubricant as he moans your name , imagining his hand was your mouth instead

he would teach you how to suck his cock and would be oh so patient with you. you would look into his eyes for praise and he would gift it to you gratiously

"such a good girl , taking my cock so well-"

"sunghoonie?" one of his friends breaks him out of his trance. you're in a group setting and one of his female friends is trying to talk to him- more so flirt.

he pays no mind to the girl, focusing on your figure instead.

the way your short skirt compliments your thighs makes him feel hot , and it doesn't help with the thigh highs you decided to wear along with the dainty article of clothing.

you're talking to Jake , who is flirting with you shamelessly. you are also paying him no mind as you're ears are focused on sunghoons conversation.

you feel anger bubble in your chest as this chick flirts with him. Jake notices your soiled face and says something about it. you mutter under your breath

"I got to go" before walking away and towards your apartment - which was just a couple minutes away. sunghoons eyes follow your figure and he up and leaves his conversation , not caring that he just ignored the girl.

"y/n , y/n wait " sunghoon catches up to you and grabs your wrist , spinning you around to face him. your face is contorted into one of anger , and sunghoon can't help but coo at your cute face

"what's the matter?" he pouts , your anger doesn't disperse though as you clench your jaw. you feel more embarrassment now because he actually followed you - you have no idea what to say.

"I don't know , I dont feel good" you lie through your teeth , and he catches it. sunghoon shrugs his shoulders and starts walking in the direction of your apartment , wrapping his arm around your back , his hand finding the slope of your waist and directs you towards your apartment.

you blush under his hold as you open your apartment door , letting the man in and following in right after.

"why did you get upset and storm off?" he asks , sitting down on your couch with his legs spread. you walk into the kitchen and grab a glass of water , chugging it before answering.

"I just wasn't feeling good" he raises his eyebrows at your lie , eyeballing you from across the room.

"are you sure about that?" your cheeks glow red and you shift uncomfortably under his gaze , fidgeting with your fingers.

"you have no clue huh?" you shoot him a questioning look, not quite picking up what he's putting down. he chuckles at your face , finding it adorable how you squirm just from him looking at you.

"about what?" you respond , sunghoons eyes grow dark , racking his eyes up and down his figure.

"tell me y/n , do you have any experience with guys?" your breath hitches at his question and you slowly shake your head back and forth, answering him. sunghoon smirks at you , bringing his hand into the air , motioning for you to come to him.

"come here, love"

you obey , walking over to him slowly and standing inbetween his spread legs. he sits up and places his hands on the hills of your waist , massaging gentle circles on your skin.

"tell me why you were upset" he looks up into your eyes and you can't help but feel like falling apart in his hands.

"that girl earlier... she was flirting with you.." your voice was above a whisper , but you answer anyways. sunghoon bites his cheek , his hands running down your body and towards your thighs. goosebumps trail on your skin at his touch.

"and you were jealous ?" you nod your head as an answer , sunghoon admiring your submission.

"you think I touch her like this hmm?" his hands move up your short skirt and towards the hem of your underwear, playing with the straps of your lacy thong. you shake your head , your chest heaving up and down.

"want me to tell you a secret?" you shake your head yes , not being able to find any words in your racing mind. sunghoon pushes you to sit in his lap , his hands coming to cup the plush of your ass under your skirt , playing with your underwear.

"ive been wanting to fuck you since the day I saw you. I masturbait to the selfies you send me every morning" you wrap your arms around his shoulders and neck , pressing your chest against his with a hushed moan , burring your face into the skin of his collarbone and neck. his hands move to your hips , guiding you to grind down onto his growing cock.

"do you fuck yourself thinking about me , little one?" you nod your head shamelessly , whimpering out a pathetic "yes". sunghoon moves his face to kiss up and down your bare neck, beginning to grind his hips up into yours for friction.

"have you ever came to the thought of me , pretty ? you ever cum to the image of me fucking you ?" you shake your head no , an embarrassing whine vibrating through his neck through your lips.

"my poor baby. needs daddy's help getting off hmm? can't do it yourself so you need daddy to do it for her huh?"

"y-yes please, need daddy's help making me cum"

so that's exactly what he does

over

and over

and over again

your first orgasm was gifted to you by sunghoon so sweetly , eating you out with your back flush against the couch with your panties pulled to the side , gifting you words of praise such as

"doing such a good job for me baby doll"

and

"just like that pretty girl , my perfect little girl"

earlier, you would have thought he was the sweetest person on earth, but that quickly changed as he has your ass in the air and your face down into the cushions of the couch , screaming his name over and over again

"d-daddy slow ! can-cant ,, too much please !" you squeal , but your cries are useless as he abuses your tiny hole.

"gonna make you mine , fill you up so nicely - ill put a fucking baby in you , want me to make you a mommy?" of course he's bluffing , god this was your first time having sex for fuck sake .

"y-yes please daddy fuck- need,, oh god please" your legs kick under him , your arms held in place by his hand behind your back. he chuckles at your words , his hips snapping against your ass in a rough pace that doesn't let up.

"who's pussy is this, who owns you doll?" you scream as you feel the coil in your abdomen unravel , sunghoon landing a harsh smack against your ass.

"you do ! daddy does !"

"that's right baby , daddy does. gonna fuck you dumb and take your goddamn innocence until you're a puddle in my hands."

[hannieehaee]

i’ve been thinking about this a lot- imagine being in a long distance relationship (online) with svt and meeting them for the first time, would they be shy, awkward, clingy, horny…? if not with every member it’s okay only hoshi🤧 i love your work so much you’re one of the first seventeen writers i’ve followed

18+ / mdi

meeting a long-distance s/o for the first time

content: established relationship, long distance, fluff, mentions of sex, etc.

wc: 935

a/n: this was so cute to write!! sorry it took me months</3

masterlist

seungcheol -

he's imagined meeting you for ages, so he'd make sure he looked as pristine as possible for your first meeting. would want you to wanna jump his bones upon the first meeting, knowing that his dumb boy hormones would probably get the best of him as soon as he smelled your perfume. however! he'd be the perfect gentleman as he got used to your presence, wowing you being his main goal.

jeonghan -

for once, he'd have no words. you'd have caught him off guard at first, making him gape at you the moment he saw you until regaining his senses. he'd be incredibly cuddly and accustomed to you within less than an hour. would act as if this was your day to day life and whine at any mention of future separation.

joshua -

as smooth as he is, he'd be a little awkward around you the first time. despite knowing you so well and speaking to you literally every single day, having you in person would just make him incredibly nervous for some reason. it'd be so out of character for him, constantly slapping himself mentally, thinking he was embarrassing himself. in the end, though, you'd just be equally endeared by him.

jun -

becomes the clingiest person alive. even though he can sometimes come off as shy, he'll somehow just not feel that at all with you even if it's your first time meeting in person. he'll feel this emotional pull to you that would scream at him to keep himself glued to you as much as possible. just completely enamored by you immediately. honeymoon phase but on steroids.

soonyoung -

a mixture of nervous, happy and horny. he'd start off by being nervous, having never thought it to be possible to grow so infatuated with someone through an online relationship. he'd move onto an intense sense of happiness the moment he finally held you, believing this to easily be one of the best moments of his life. lastly, he'd only last so long until beginning to feel horny, having you so close to him and remembering all those nights he wished to feel you in person.

wonwoo -

he'd be the type to stand at the airport with a little sign as he waited for you, a silly grin on his face the moment he spotted you. the sign would be damned as soon as you were near enough for him to hug you. you'd be that annoying couple at the airport that's just morphed into one another, but he wouldn't care. he'd stay there for as long as humanly possible.

jihoon -

so anxious about it he almost doesnt show up lol. would have to be physically pushed by one of his members to actually show up bc of how nervous he was about meeting you for the first time. what if you weren't into him? what if you were disappointed? would have to slap himself at having had those thoughts the moment he actually met you, realizing it was all in his head.

seokmin -

he'd literally cry at seeing you for the first time. would have to be held back from doing one of those cheesy encounters where you run into each other's arms at the airport. he literally becomes glued to you afterwards, cheeks hurting from how happy he is to finally have you here with him.

mingyu -

he'd be so sure he wouldnt cry, but he still would lol. he'd be smiling all through it, though. would hug you and that'd be the last time you were ever physically apart bc he'd be somehow touching you at every waking moment, not wanting a second of separation bc you've already been apart for so long. he'd wanna wait a little while to get further than that, but you best believe he'll be thinking about it from the moment he saw you.

minghao -

he knows distance makes the heart go fonder, so he doesnt mind the nature of your relationship. still, he'd be so happy to finally see you, feeling flustered and shy upon the first meeting. it'd be filled with fleeting touches and timid eye contact. but regardless of this, you'd somehow still end up in bed together. his love for you just needed to manifest in the most physical way possible to make up for lost time.

seungkwan -

as much as he'd wanna use his charismatic mc personality to break the ice, he'd still be the shiest thing around you at first. he'd take a little while to get rid of his awkwardness, just too into you to act like a regular human being. even hand holding would feel a little awkward, but he'd push through his shyness to be close to you.

vernon -

as per usual, he'd be a little more chill about it. would be a bit anxious but would not let it show. as soon as you met, though, all nerves would leave him. he'd be more physically affectionate than usual as he made up for all the time in which he didn't have you in his presence. it also wouldn't take long into your shared proximity for him to want to take things further.

chan -

he'd be so embarrassingly excited to meet you for the first time, all his members would be forced to hear about it, even knowing the mere minute in which you were landing bc chan just would not shut up. the moment would be touching and full of hugs and shy giggles, but soon enough it'd turn into taking you back home and not letting you out of his bed for an entire week.

[wraithdance]

I wanna touch on a couple things I noticed from the asks that are being sent regarding the current discourse. About a month ago I received this ask, wanting me to 'name, names' after I made some generalized post about something or another (probs racism per usual because that's been consistent)

What I don't make clear outside of the vetted and trusted people I speak to daily, is I usually send messages to the person I'm talking about in hopes to advise that something was not hitting. I’ve blocked a couple ppl whenever I feel like my point was dismissed because I don’t got the time baby

Occasionally, I'll do anon if I'm just not in the mood for potential issues if the ask gets answered publicly and the reason for that is what I'm about to show you.

This is an ask my mutual @kyletogaz got after expressing frustration about the situation/lack of apology and so is this and this. And this is a link to @ungodlybre post on all the asks she's gotten in the last few days after she commented on a post about the Mace fic. I just received an ask a few seconds ago yall can look at as well

This is the post my friend/mutual kiko made that I reblogged and essentially got the ball rolling on the current convo about how Mace/black characters are depicted in fiction. Kiko has been one of the few other poc people providing links and information on what the issue is with the fic.

I noticed the glaring tonal difference in how non black people like Kiko, who originally brought up the issue, are in comparison to the black female bloggers that I referred to earlier, after they expressed frustration about the new crop of fandom shit.

I couldn't find the ask that @/Fulltacs (a non black person) answered when asked about why the writer was getting heat, but I read the ask and it was actually pretty respectful towards fulltacs, while being incredibly dismissive/rude when referring to Bre (@/ungodlybre)

I've seen several of my white mutuals repeat in their tags/posts the issue about the fic and what not. I have yet to see them receive the kind of directly antagonistic asks from anons who claim to be black/poc with the intent to shut down or convince us to stop talking about the writer. I’m not gonna get into digital blackface or blackfishing but I have my doubts on these anons being racially black.

Overall this is all an example of something called racial gaslighting but specifically misogynoir

Misogynoir is a form of racial microaggression towards black women where race and gender meet. It usually stems from implicit bias, which is the reason why people had a problem with the fic in the first place. Not the damn kink. or even the unwitting use of an anti black slur. 

The continued dismissing about word use/forgiving the author and the overall vitriolic tone asking these black women to educate or saying things like: ' You are a bully’ ‘shut up because it's not that big of a deal’, ‘the writer tried or I'm black and-' is just an example of how black women are spoken to on and outside the internet and why many of us have chosen to not directly say anything about racism outside of private messages. 

It’s why Kiko and the mutual that dm’d @/auspicoustidings are latinas who’ve chosen to address the situation as an act of solidarity when Jess (kyletogaz) and I were excited to read the Mace fic and were unsettled by it

"the intersectional nature of Black women’s identities triggers a particularized stereotype or trope of the “Angry Black Woman” and explains how this trope is often invoked in aggressive encounters to deflect attention from the aggressor and to project blame onto the target." - A quote From this article 

“racial microaggressions are subtle and everyday slights and insults that can include insensitive comments based on an array of racial assumptions … as well as the minimization or denial of the racialized experiences of people of color.” - From this study on Perceived Gendered Racial Microaggressions Experienced by Black Women.

I don’t have the time or the desire to do a crash course on misogynoir and the ways implicit bias shows up in real life and fandom. What I can say is if you need or want the visibly/vocally black people in this fandom to shut the fuck up right now, while non black people (including the author) are being afforded a sense of kindness/assumption of innocence and well doing for speaking up, than you are apart of an anti black problem

Those black bloggers said innocuous shit like “long suffering sigh” or “hate to see it” and are still getting hate and that is the reason we are saying many fics about black characters like Kyle who is often disregarded, make us uncomfortable . This kind of bias is a dog whistle only those who have been raised black/poc see irl and it’s present in the way people write fics. 

My ask is for people to take a second and really ask yourselves if you think this is a safe space for Black/non black poc people to educate on racist tropes in writing and then I wanna know if you even realized that before I said something

[sunnyangy]

I loved your drunk reader x windbreaker boi work so much!!

Could you maybe do a similar style one with the same boys but it’s them showing up at your apartment in the middle of the night because they miss you and couldn’t sleep? I think that would be so cute 🥹

🐚 Synopsis : Umemiya, Togame, Sakura, Nirei and Kaji can’t sleep at night, so they come to you !

🫧 Notes : first i wanted to apologize to anon for doing this so late !! but i’m back from my big break now and i will be doing my old requests <3 thank you to all of those that are still here, i love y’all !! <3

🐬 wc : 494, 447, 470, 401, 359

23h46. That was the hour indicated by the small oven, the number casting a red light on your apartment.

The silence of the room was suddenly disturbed by the door opening. The person who was pushing it was doing it carefully, seemingly not wanting to make any noise.

But you weren't sleeping, and you heard the soft click of it when it closed back behind the person. You were frozen in your bed, scared of who this might be. That could have been your boyfriend, Umemiya, but when he came, he always sent you a text beforehand to not scare you.

You slowly stood up, silently walking out of your room in the dark, the remote of your TV in your hands as if you held a baseball bat.

Your hand reached for the light switch, abruptly turning it on, hoping to catch by surprise the intruder.

But what was your surprise when the only thing you saw was Umemiya standing in the middle of the room, his eyes wide and his body coiled like a spring. You took a second to realise it wasn't an intruder, and you dropped the weird defensive stance.

"... Ume??"

"Hi sweetheart.. I.. Uh.. I didn't wanna scare you.. But my phone died on the way, I couldn't send a text.."

You couldn't do anything but sigh, dropping the remote on the couch as you walked up to him, putting your arms around his neck as you hugged him tight, before discarding him of his scarf and his vest.

"Look at you, all soaked.. Why did you come now ? It's pouring outside.."

You said with a slight pout, going towards your kitchen cabinet. But you felt his strong arms wrap around you, preventing you from moving as he kissed the back of your head.

"I couldn't sleep, and I wanted to come here.. Don't bother getting me a hot chocolate, I'm tired now.."

You sighed softly, turning back towards him as you reached to his hair, trying to wipe off the droplets. He reached down, gently kissing you lovingly. Both of you then went back towards your room, as you shut off the light again.

"You got some of your clothes on my desk chair baby, and a sweater on the hanger if you're cold."

He thanked you, changing his clothes in the dark as he heard you get back in your bed, pulling the covers on you.

After a few minutes, you felt him slide in too, immediately pulling you against him, pressing your bodies flush to share as much warmth as you could.

"I'll make sure to send you a text next time sweetie.. Sleep well, I love you.."

He mumbled with the softest voice, caressing your head and your back, and kissing your forehead. You smiled stuffing your face in his neck as you closed your eyes.

"I love you too my Haji, but trust me next time I'm hitting you with that remote.."

Togame was laying in his bed, looking up to the ceiling. He wanted to sleep, he knew he needed to, but he could not.

When he closed his eyes, his brain couldn't help but display some images of you on his eyelids, your laugh resonnating in his mind, and he found himself missing the feeling of your arms around his torso.

Even while turning around in his sheets, hugging a pillow, stuffing his face in one of your shirts, he couldn't fall asleep. He needed to be with you, he missed you too much.

After long minutes of deep sighs and annoyed grunts, he decided to finally stand up, lazily putting on his clothes, his orange vest, and slid into his geta. He didn't even tie up his hair, just putting his glasses on his nose and getting out of his apartment, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

He walked in the dark streets, his shadow casted on the ground because of the street lamps. He walked slowly, but he was determined to reach his target : you.

You were sleeping rather deeply, until you heard your phone buzz a few times. You ignored it, too groggy to do anything, and fell back asleep. Your phone kept lighting up, displaying some texts from "Togababe<3".

"Baby can I come over ? I don't have any ramune left and stores are closed"

"Babyyy ?"

"You up ?"

"Well you're probably sleeping but I need my ramune anyways, you won't hold it against me if I bring you some snacks"

"I'm there, open to me baby"

But Togame was still facing the door, and it was not opening. He sighed, thinking for a moment, before sticking his hand in his pants pocket.

He smiled, feeling the cold metal of keys under his fingertips. He forgot he had kept your keys when he had to go get something in your apartment, one time you were away, and he was glad to have them right now.

He silently opened the door, discarding his geta to the side as she walked quietly up to your room. He slowly kneeled next to your sleeping form, his hand reaching to caress your forehead and the top of your head, gently petting your hair and moving his fingers up your scalp. He gently kissed your forehead as well as your cheek.

"Hi baby.. I needed some ramune, but you won't mind I come sleep with you now that I'm here mh ?.."

He said, his voice deep yet quiet, as he slipped under the covers next to you, craddling you in his strong arms. He finally fell asleep in a minute, thanks to your presence with him.

Once again, Sakura was staring out of his window, sat on his futon. He stared up at the moon, just watching the dark sky, appreciating the silence that surrounded him.

Yet this silence allowed his thoughts to flow. Sakura always reminded himself of those feelings he had before Bofuurin, that feeling of having to balance himself on a rope, pulled down by all the laughs and mocks he had to face from his peers.

How he had to still go forward, despite his bruised feet, the tears falling on his cheeks, and the hands that grabbed at his ankles. The moon shone in his eyes, those very own eyes that reflected his past, that he couldn't get rid off.

He kept sighing, feeling his heart grow heavier. His throat was tightening, his eyes watering, and a knot was forming in his stomach. He knew this was going badly, and he didn't want to be alone through it. In a second, he was up, putting on his Fuurin vest and his shoes, almost running out of his little house.

He quickly made his way to your appartment, and stopped once he was in front of your door. He hesitated for a second, hoping he wouldn't disturb you, not wanting to annoy you. But he ended up knocking anyways, his voice raising.

"Baby ?.. It's me.. Sakura.."

Luckily for him, you were not asleep, too engrossed in the anime you were watching on your TV. But when you heard the knocks and his quiet voice, you immediately paused your show and stood up.

You almost ran to the door, opening it in a swift motion. Sakura was standing there, looking away from you, his breaths divided into small hiccups.

"....Sweetheart are you okay??.." you asked, reaching a hand to his cheek that you gently caressed.

He stepped in, closing the door behind himself, and pulled you in his arms, resting his head on top of yours.

"Sorry it's late I.. I just needed you.." he answered, his voice quiet and almost broken. His arms got tighter around you, hugging you closer to him, almost leaving no space.

"Can I sleep here ?.." he breathed out in your ear, stuffing his face in your neck with another shaky sigh.

You put one hand on his head and the other in his back, caressing them soothingly as you started to maybe understand what had him in this state. You knew him well enough to get it, to get that it was the same thing as always. You nodded, taking his hand to lead him to your bedroom.

"Sure baby sure!.. Come here.."

He followed you in the room, holding on your hand like a lifeline. He couldn't wait for the reassurance, the comfort he was going to get from your sweet and loving cuddles.

Nirei was laying in his bed, on top of the covers. The only light was coming from the moon outside, and yet he couldn't sleep.

He was stuck on his phone, scrolling through his gallery, looking at pictures of you both. Him and you, his beautiful girlfriend.

He was smiling like an idiot, watching all the pictures, videos, everything you did together and recorded. Things like baking together, doing his skincare, play fight, doing tiktok trends, etc. All of those sweet moments he loved to record in order to keep them forever.

But as he was watching all of this, he couldn't help but miss you. He missed you so damn bad. He wanted nothing but to be with you right now and create more of those amazing memories. But he was so far away, almost at the other side of city.

Thought that'd stop Nirei ? Of course not. He didn't dress up as fast in his life as right now, and almost ran all the way through the city.

He arrived at your door completely out of breath, sweating and barely holding on his legs. He knocked, hoping you'd be up, because he of course forgot the keys you gave him.

And luckily, after a few second, he saw the door slowly creek open, and he noticed you peering out, your eyes darting around until they landed on him. You instantly opened the door wide, reassured that it was only Nirei.

"Baby? What are you doing here?" you asked, before you finally noticed his state. "... You okay?"

He quickly nodded, before coming in and letting out a big sigh, taking his vest and shoes off.

"I'm sorry cupcake, it's late.. But I was watching some pics of us and I missed you.. Is it okay if I stay here for tonight ?"

You couldn't help but chuckle, before quickly nodding and hugging him tight. It wasn't the first time he had done this, but you never complained. You loved how much he was affectionate and needed your presence, he really made you feel loved.

"Of course you can!" You replied with another laugh, pulling him towards your room.

You made sure to spend the next few hours making more memories, more goofy and lovey dovey videos, as well as some cute pictures, before both of you finally went to sleep at around 3, held in each other's arms.

Kaji could feel his blood boil.

He had gone for a late night walk, as he couldn't sleep, thinking of you too much. But when he reached the park, he heard some noises and went to make sure everything was okay.

But this ended in him getting in a fight with some nasty guys who were harassing a woman. He beat them all up, but his headphones sadly didn't survive.

He was breathing heavily, feeling all the anger run in his veins, and he had nothing to calm him down. The only thing he could think of was coming to you. To his girlfriend. You didn't live so far away, but it was late.

Should he really be coming to you this late? Asking you to calm him down? He didn't want to annoy you, but came to the conclusion that this was his only choice if he didn't want to get himself in this state he hated so much.

He walked as fast as he could towards your apartment, keys in his hands. His knuckles were turning white, with how hard he squeezed those damn keys in his hand.

You were laying in your bed, staring at that "im coming rn" text from Kaji, your boyfriend. You almost jumped when you heard the keys in the door, opening it and closing after a few second.

You stood up and made your way to the entrance, seeing Kaji standing there, breathing heavily. He dropped all his stuff next to him and walked towards you.

He put his arms around you without a word, stuffing his face in your neck as he breathed out, slowly starting to calm down. You didn't dare ask anything, simply caressing his back, his nape and his head.

".. It's okay Kaji.. I'm there.. It's fine.."

He could feel himself relaxing in your embrace, soothed by your sweet words. After long minutes, he slowly let go of you, but grabbed your hand and pulled you towards your own room.

He didn't mutter a word for the whole night, simply trying to fall asleep while holding you like a precious presence that calmed down his nerves.

[vrystalius]

Hashiras and maybe upper moons? If thats alright! (Either one is fine with me) with a s/o who's loud but really pleasant to be around (and says a lot of dumb/funny shit) but they meet their twin who's a exact copy of them, but opposite personality and is like "who thr fuck are you??" When they try to greet them.

I just thought the idea would be funny, it's fine if you don't wanna write this. Have a good day!

Hashira’s reaction to your polar opposite twin

She’s the polar opposite of you— how would your husband react to her?

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyu x fem!reader (The twin is also fem)

Sanemi Shinazugawa

You weren’t beside him in bed this morning, wich already kind of pissed him off. It was a silent contract between you two that you’re supposed to hold him every morning for a little while, giving him all the love and affection he missed out while being out on missions. Sanemi wants to start his mornings by you covering his face in kisses while he silently lays there and enjoys them, not forcing himself out of bed to drag himself downstairs to the kitchen to brew up coffee. But as he slowly made his way down, you were already standing by the kitchen counter, heating up a pot of water. Perhaps he can charge up on the needed affection right here and now.

Sanemi groaned softly, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your warm shoulder. His whole body relaxed against yours as he took a moment to savour your warmth and smell. Your scent was different this morning, perhaps you used new perfume or something? Before he could dwell on that thought a little longer and find out what he really smelling on you, a harsh punch was delivered, right against his nose. His arms quickly let go of your waist as he held his nose, groaning loudly while checking for any breakage or bleeding.

“The fuck was that for?! Shit, god damn—“

He kept cursing and gave you a glare. That’s where Sanemi noticed that the woman he cuddled onto was not his wife, but a look alike? She looked like you but looked much, much colder and pissed. Your face usually looks so soft and warm, a big grin curling the edges of your lips upwards everytime you look at him. Your aura was always charged with happy energy of sorts. But this woman? She had the aura of a shithead. And he knows plenty shitheads, alright.

Turns out that woman was your twin sister. Sanemi could’ve guessed that based on your looks, but your personalities could not be further apart. While you are loud, bubbly and kind, she is dull, boring and hella mean. She didn’t stop glaring at him after finding out that he is the lovely husband you always talk to her about. Your sister almost seemed disappointed by what she was seeing, she mumbled something about expecting more muscles or more height. If she weren’t your sister, Sanemi would’ve gladly demonstrate the muscles he has by returning the punch she delivered to him earlier.

Overall, he’s not a big fan of your twin sister. Also, Sanemi from now on demands you to notify him when she’s around so that he can conveniently be busy on that exact day she is coming to your home.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Your loud and happy personality is one of the largest reasons why he even fell in love with you in the first place. Your ability to make almost every situation unserious and to make Kyojuro smile every day, despite how hard it may have been, really sealed the deal for him. He didn’t know you even had a twin sister before she randomly showed up in his living room after he had raided the fridge for food. Holding one half eaten tuna sandwich in one hand and holding a whole steamed sweet potato in the other, Kyojuro stood across your twin sister, staring at her with wide eyes while she gave your husband a judgemental look. He put the food back right where he found it, ashamed of being caught like this. If you had seen him, you probably would’ve helped him carry the food! But this woman’s stare made him want to find the nearest hole in the ground and bury himself in it.

“Apologies for seeing me like this, I don’t do this often!… Or at all!!”

For some reason, Kyojuro really wants your sister’s approval. He knows he doesn’t need it and having you is plenty, but her approval or even a hint of a smile would give him the reassurance that he really is the man for you. You were confused by how hard he was trying to gain her approval, practically drowning you in gifts and acts of services when she was around, trying yo demonstrate what a good husband he is. Not that Kyojuro doesn’t cook or clean when your twin isn’t around, he is just more motivated to do so when she is.

Overall, craves to be approved so he knows he’s being a good husband to you. Your husband gets a little nervous around her and can’t stand being alone in a room with her without you. Kyojuro is scared of being bitten by her or something.

Gyomei Himejima

He finds your personality charming and warm, like the sun hitting his skin. Gyomei likes listening to you while you loudly go on and on about something, before drifting away to a different topic and another completely different story. It’s his favourite activity by far.

The stone hashira had the pleasure of meeting your twin while playing his shakuhachi flute. You carefully informed him once that he is not the best at it yet and when playing for hours on end, some nearby neighbours of your shared estate started to complain. Apparently, one grandma even threatened to hit your husband with a broom if he doesn’t stop soon. So, Gyomei moved his shakuhachi playing to the top of the mountain, right in the center of his training grounds and near the waterfall. That way, the sound of falling water will cover the sound of his terrible flute playing while he trains. He felt small pieces of rocks hit his body while playing, causing him to stop. One hit him directly at his forehead until he finally realised someone was throwing them at him and that those small rocks are not from the waterfall behind him. He at first believed it was the old grandma bullying him like this, but after finding out that it was actually your twin sister not being able to bear his terrible flute skills, your husband couldn’t help but feel a little offended.

After that incident, Gyomei tried his best to come to good terms with your sister, for your sake. He tried inviting her to the estate and have dinner and to converse with her a little, but the whole time during the meal she was just silently sitting across him while you were talking the whole time. Your husband felt her stare bore through him the entire time. He felt weirdly threatened by her.

Overall, Gyomei doesn’t like or hate your twin sister. He feels a little scared when she’s around. What if she throws another rock at him? Also, he now feels very discouraged to continue is shakuhachi hobby. His flute has been collecting dust ever since. Despite his build and intimidating being, you know that your husband is a very soft man. Even the strongest hashira can get insecure.

“I believe your sister is due for an exorcism. I can perform it personally, if you’d like.”

Giyu Tomioka

Your husband loved your bubbly and cheerful nature. He found himself drawn by the way you could make him smile almost immediately by simply existing or giving him a smile yourself, the way your laughter cuts through his otherwise grey and dull day. With every joke or silly grin he tries to suppress his smile, though it does slip through every now and then. Giyu doesn’t particularly like PDA, but your bright eyes and giggles makes him want to hold you and never let go, even in public.

As for your twin sister, Giyu would meet her silent judgement and rudeness with quiet, almost eery patience. At least that’s the impression your sister got. But looking at your husband, you saw how her sharp gaze was slowly eating away at his confidence in both himself and his self-worth as a husband. You had to get either him or your sister out of there before your husband disintegrates and decides he will divorce you because he believes he’s not good enough for you. He’d watch her from the corner of his eye, silently, counting the seconds until she finally leaves your happy home. Sometimes, Giyu wonders how two siblings can be so different to one another. He remembers how he and his sister were not that extremely different from one another. Did your mother accidentally drop either you or your sister on the head when you two were young?

“Are you sure you two are siblings? You two look alike, but… your sister is very intimidating. She reminds me of Shinazugawa.”

Overall, Giyu respects your twin and doesn’t openly say that he dislikes having her around, but you can clearly see how uncomfortable and nervous he gets when she comes by. Especially unannounced. Your husband needs to mentally prepare for her arrival or else he might not break.

💠

@los-huesitos, it’s still not letting me tag you. I can’t even look you up but I can access your account per the comment where you asked me to tag you in future Gyomei works— I hope you enjoyed this anyway if you see this!

Now that the Halloween event is over (I’ll be making one last post for Akaza tomorrow though— a little late, yes, but it’s from someone who has been lovely enough to spam me full with boops- I of course returned with evil and super boops!) my blog has returned to the old colours! I am accepting requests again, although I have to work through all the old ones first!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

[the-winter-spider]

Invisible | Part one

Pairings: Bucky x reader AU

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: n/a, angst???

A/N: Been sitting in my docs for awhile! Based off Invisible by Taylor Swift - I have a couple parts ready to go not sure where i wanna take this but we'll see!

Part Two

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The city’s rhythm feels like a heartbeat, pulsing with the lives and stories of the people who live here. And for you, it’s not the towering buildings or bustling streets that make New York feel like home. It’s the people you share it with, the friends who’ve become your family, each with their own history and quirks, all somehow meshing together into this messy, beautiful dynamic you’d never trade for anything.

It started with Bucky. You met him on the playground when you were kids, both too stubborn to share the swing set. That was years ago, but you’ve been inseparable ever since. He’s been your constant, the friend who showed up at your house with snacks when you had a bad day, and the one who stayed up with you during endless nights of stargazing and silly conversations about what the future would hold.

When junior high rolled around, Steve joined your little duo. Steve, with his easy smile and that unwavering loyalty that made it impossible not to trust him. He fit right in, like he’d been meant to be part of your lives all along. Steve became the one to balance you and Bucky out — he was the one who kept the peace during your bickering, who had a shoulder to offer when one of you needed it. Steve quickly turned the two of you into an unbreakable trio.

Then came high school, and with it, Natasha. She was a transfer student, quiet and intimidating at first, with a sharp wit that kept everyone at arm’s length. But somehow, the three of you managed to break through that exterior. By senior year, she was as much a part of the group as you, Bucky, and Steve. Natasha’s the friend who knows everyone’s secrets, who has a knack for noticing things no one else does. She’s tough and unyielding, yet she’s also the one who brings you soup when you’re sick, who stays up late to talk through your problems — even when you don’t want to admit you have them.

College came, and your little circle expanded further. That’s when you met Sam. Sam was the life of the party, someone who could make anyone laugh and always knew the right thing to say. He was the friend you went to when you needed cheering up or a reality check, someone who wasn’t afraid to call you out when you needed it. With Sam came Wanda Maximoff, quiet but kind, with a gentle presence that somehow grounded everyone. She slipped into the group as if she’d always belonged there, the one who remembers little details and checks in on everyone. Wanda’s the friend who sits with you in silence when you’re upset, offering comfort without needing words.

You love them all — each one has carved out their own space in your life and heart. But then there’s Bucky.

Bucky is different. He’s been there the longest, woven into your memories and heart in a way that’s impossible to untangle. Somewhere along the line, he went from your best friend to something more, though he never seemed to notice. Bucky is everything you love and everything that frustrates you; he’s the guy who makes everyone around him feel like they’re the only person in the room, but he’s also the one who never stays attached to anyone for long.

He’s the smooth-talking charmer who flirts with every girl in sight, the perpetual bachelor who’s never been one for serious relationships. And while that should make it easier for you to keep your feelings hidden, it doesn’t. Because every time you see him with someone else, there’s a part of you that aches, wondering if he’ll ever look at you that way.

And yet, despite all the years and all the chances you’ve had to move on, you stay. Because Bucky is more than just a friend; he’s your home. You’re his confidant, the one who knows his secrets and his struggles, the one who’s always been there. It’s a role you wouldn’t give up for anything, even if it means watching him fall for everyone but you.

So, you keep your secret, tucked away behind the laughter and the years of memories. Because as much as it hurts sometimes, you’d rather have Bucky as your friend than risk losing him altogether.

The smell of pizza fills your tiny New York apartment as Steve brings in the last box from the kitchen, setting it down on the coffee table with a grin. “Alright, who’s ready to lose at Mario Kart?”

“You mean, who’s ready to lose to me,” Natasha chimes, grabbing a slice and settling on the couch, challenging smirk in place. “You all know I’m the reigning champion.”

“Oh, that’s cute,” Sam teases, snatching the controller out of her hands with a wink. “I’m about to wipe the floor with all of you.”

You laugh, wedged into the corner of the couch beside Bucky, who’s flipping through channels like he’s in his own world. “You’ll be singing a different tune once I lap you three times,” he says, voice casual, eyes on the screen.

“Talk all you want, Barnes,” you reply, nudging his shoulder, “but you’re not gonna win tonight.”

His eyes meet yours, that lazy, amused smile you know so well. “Bring it on, doll.”

Natasha elbows you, muttering, “You two better save the banter for the race, or I’m taking both of you out first round.”

Your friends’ laughter fills the room, echoing off the narrow walls that have seen a hundred nights like this, crowded with the people you’ve come to think of as family. Wanda arrives a few minutes later, holding a tray of cupcakes she’s decorated herself. “Special edition, fall flavors,” she announces proudly, setting them down in the kitchen. “Pumpkin spice, because I know how basic you all are.”

Steve scoffs but grabs one immediately. “Did you just call me basic?”

“Take it as a compliment,” she teases, leaning into Sam, who gives her a quick side-hug. “Means you have taste.”

In the middle of this, Bucky slings his arm across the back of the couch, close enough that his hand almost brushes your shoulder. You can feel the warmth radiating off him, feel the way your pulse picks up—things he’d never notice.

“Why don’t we just skip the race and go straight to the part where we talk about how I’m a hero and you’re all my loyal sidekicks?” Bucky quips, popping open a beer and flashing a grin that could melt steel.

“Oh, please,” you scoff, trying to ignore the way your heart flutters. “In what world do you get to be the hero?”

“In my world,” he replies with a wink, leaning in closer. You catch Natasha’s look over the rim of her drink, one eyebrow raised as if to say, See what I mean?

The hours pass like they always do, a blur of laughter, arguments over who cheated and who didn’t, Wanda’s cupcakes disappearing one by one, and Steve trying to prove he can actually beat Nat, despite his track record saying otherwise. It’s only when the clock hits midnight that everyone starts to wind down.

As they get ready to leave, Natasha gives you a long look. “See you tomorrow?” she asks, her tone casual but her eyes full of something else.

You nod, managing a smile as she heads out with the others, leaving just you and Bucky to pick up the empty cans and plates. He nudges you as he gathers them up. “Another night, another victory,” he says.

“You were lucky, Barnes,” you say, rolling your eyes.

And maybe he’ll notice one day—how much it means to you that he’s here, that you’re the one left cleaning up with him every time the night winds down. But for now, he just laughs, flashing that grin of his that you can never get out of your head.

Bucky laughs, shaking his head. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re jealous of my skills.”

“Skills?” you snort, tossing a pillow his way. “All I saw tonight was a lot of luck.”

He catches the pillow mid-air, grinning. “Keep telling yourself that. Maybe one day you’ll believe it.”

There’s a lull as you both continue gathering up cups and plates, the quiet feeling comfortable, familiar. Every late night ends like this: just the two of you, unwinding after hours of laughter and chaos. You’re stacking plates by the sink when he leans back against the counter, crossing his arms with that easy, relaxed posture he gets when it’s just the two of you.

“So, what do you think of Kate?” he asks, out of nowhere.

You freeze, not quite sure how to answer. She’s… fine. In fact, she’s more than fine. She’s exactly the kind of person who should be with Bucky—smart, confident, and with a wit sharp enough to keep up with him.

“She seemed nice,” you manage, “I only met her the one time near the end of summer break” avoiding his gaze. “Why?”

He shrugs, scratching the back of his neck, a little sheepish. “I dunno. We’ve been talking a bit, and she’s… I don’t know, different.”

Different. The word sits heavy in your stomach, weighted with the implication. You force a smile, willing yourself not to overthink it. “Different’s good, right?”

“Yeah, it is.” He nods, looking thoughtful in a way that makes your heart sink, because this—this is new. You’ve watched him brush off a hundred girls, seen him roll his eyes at the idea of commitment more times than you can count. But he’s not brushing Kate off, and that terrifies you.

“Well,” you say, keeping your tone light, “if you’re planning to bring her around, at least let me so I can order extra pizza because 3 large pizza’s arent enought with Steve around”

Bucky chuckles, ruffling your hair in that infuriatingly casual way he’s always done. “You’re the best doll, you know that?”

The words are simple, playful, but they pierce all the same, a reminder of just how invisible you are to him in that way. “Yeah,” you say, a little quieter, “I know.”

[feroluce]

So I've already seen this one pointed out, but in the new CG, Boothill's older human form doesn't really match what people thought it should. Of course it could just be neglect on Hoyo's part like I've seen speculated, but personally? With the other lore we got from this patch, combined with some of the stuff we already had, I'd love to think there is a possibility that is way, WAY more fun.

(fun for me and all the other whump enjoyers, anyway, RIP Boothill fjkasjkdj)

In Boothill's lc, we see him in the middle of his surgery where he threw away his flesh and bone body for steel and cybernetics. We know it was The Big Surgery and not just like some sort of tune up or modification because of the description attached to the lc:

Which is where a lot of the dissonance comes in, because in this lc, Boothill's hair is much, much longer than in the cg.

And as someone who also has super long hair, I can tell you that it would take like. Multiple years to grow it out to this length.

There's also the fact that these cybernetic arms don't even match, the lc is the one that looks like our Boothill does now. And there's no reason for Boothill's shirt to be ripped up and in tatters like that; it even states he takes off his clothes before the lc surgery. If it were a matter of Hoyo needing to censor nudity, there were plenty of other methods they could have used that would make more sense, like a hospital gown, a blanket, surgical partition, etc

When will I get to see Boothill with all his scars, Hoyo, when, quit cockblocking me!!! OTL

But there was also another piece of new lore this patch that hit me like a fuckin' brick- the fact that Boothill was tortured by the IPC.

He just drops this out of nowhere! Just says it and then moves right along!! BABY, PLEASE. I WANNA KNOW MORE SO GODDAMN BAD.

But anyway as Hydrachea pointed out to me, this means the torture definitely had to happen before the lc surgery, because being whipped with a belt soaked in saltwater (fucking OUCH) wouldn't work on someone with metal skin.

So, we know that the IPC did, at some point, capture Boothill. And this is reaching further back to previous patches, but we also know from the Luminary Wardance event in 2.5 that the IPC also dabbles in cybernetic arms, because of the one they foisted on Luka.

The model there is a new one they're debuting, but we see in a flashback sequence that the IPC has been part of the cybernetics game for at least 700-800 years, because they also manipulated Igor into getting one too, and this could have only happened before the Eternal Freeze on Jarilo-VI.

It's never stated just how old Boothill is, or how long ago the genocide on Aeragan-Epharshel took place.

But I doubt it was more than 700-800 years ago.

I really don't think Boothill is that old, or has been doing this for that long. So he definitely would have been captured at a point that the IPC was manufacturing cybernetic arms, and had a known history of amputating perfectly healthy patients to use them.

I wonder if all their test subjects were willing.

(This part is entirely unnecessary for the new cg showing Boothill being a forced lab rat as part of the IPC torturing him. But it is a fun, delightful, bloodily gruesome twist of the knife nonetheless.

Boothill was also betrayed by his own brothers-in-arms on Aeragan-Epharshel. For the IPC. Just saying.)

[biteyoubiteme]

one random headcanon for each txt member? any theme 👉🏻👈🏻

txt boyfriend headcanons!

warnings: none [sfw]

wc: 0.5k

an: for you @apeachty anything <333 also HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! I picked these photos out just for you <333 just my little random thoughts hope you like them lol [m.list]

yeonjun .ᐟ

a total flirt always complimenting you on everything, fawning over every little thing you do. “you just look so pretty,” actively losing his cool if you match his freak. Loves compliments but when they come from you it’s like he can’t breathe, wanting you to repeat them over and over again, “Really? You think I did a good job?” he’s always pushing himself to his limits but after long nights and even longer practices he’s a limp mess needing to be held and cuddled. LOVES to have his hair played with.

soobin .ᐟ

quality time kind of love. Grocery shopping and study dates. Ask for help on work just so that he has an excuse to talk to you, watching you intently as you explain something to him. He always pays attention to every little thing you do, eyes following you around a room even if he’s not up out of his seat. Constantly sending selfies, he knows he's hot! he knows he’s cute! he uses it to his advantage. Your phone is full of his pics; a single line asking wanna go out? With a smiley dimple photo always works on you even when you’re busy

beomgyu .ᐟ

Puppy boyfriend like no other! He’s constantly following you around. He’s questioning everything and anything just to keep you talking. Makes playlists that are fully planned out and need to be played in order. Never shuffled! He’s so adamant about getting the little headphone plugs that let you listen to the same song from the wired headphones because of the aesthetic. Wants to write you a song! He writes you a song! Teasing you about everything until he’s feeling soft and just pops up with the constant, “You’re so nice,” “You’re so good to me,” shy little thank you’s thrown out after every little thing you do for him.

taehyun .ᐟ

loves a skincare night, will let you spend as much time as you want putting absolutely anything on his face just because you said it would make him have glass skin. Will sit back with his hands folded over his stomach watching the tv as stiff as a board with a sheet mask on. he just gets your sense of humor, smiling and showing his cute teeth off whenever you tell a joke even if it’s small. Tries to stay stoic when you’re around but is a giddy mess as soon as you enter the room. Loves physical touch! Needs to have at least his knee touching yours when you sit at tables, his shoe constantly tapping yours.

kai .ᐟ

I said it before but kai and you cuddled up on his bed of plushies watching slime asmr. He loves to lay his face against your hair. He loves it when you trace the line of his nose, ending right on his little freckle with a tap. He’s so shy sometimes it hurts but it’s because he’s so in love he’s scared you’ll get freaked out (even if you told him you won’t and you feel the same way.) he’s very peculiar about who plays what characters in video games. Thinks they say a lot about a person and always tries to set you up as the cutest character in the game when he has the chance.

[reshinless]

HII I LOVE UR WRITING!! I'm just wondering since I only rlly see you do romantic x reader stuff if you'd also be fine with writing platonic requests? LIKE taking care of young kinich bcs his backstory makes me so sad and I just wanna go back in time to give him a happy childhood LOL but if u don't feel like it I understand too!!

taking care of kinich (platonic) hcs

thank ml, and I'm fine with any kind of writing as long as legal and not weird :)

he has never known an actual parental figure to himself, so he tends to idolize you like most kids do.

and as much as you point it out, he'll never fully confirm that he looks up to you.

gains a stronger sense of empathy and shows more emotions growing up

not that he'd be like mualani, or citlali, but rather he'd be willing to show a smile of gratitude to those he doesn't know too well.

or a frown, and not going to bottle up emotions when he feels upset, or sad.

you can't change a person, but you can influence them to do better—and as much as kinich looks mean, and probably had to do things kids shouldn't when he was younger...

like stealing, robbing, labor

but most of all, not being given affection—it could turn anyone bad.

and I firmly believe that every bad person was a good person who was treated badly.

not saying kinich is bad, but he tends to be more on the cold, closed side rather than open to others

no one is born bad, or mean, or unwilling to share feelings—it's always based on the way you were brought up,

so please make sure to give him tons of love. honestly it's what he's missing.

poor little guy, no one really understood why he acted like that back then.

but you did, and that is enough to change him, even a little bit.

[gremlinmodetweeker]

König's Haunted House Disaster

Inspired by @machveil 's post HERE and my little blorbo of König punching out recruits HERE, I figured that for the day before Halloween I should write about just what exactly went down on the night Horangi, Hutch and Askel took König to a haunted house.

Art from This Post

12:00 - Ten Hours Before the Ban

"Hey König! You gotta check this out!" Horangi called across the cafeteria, enthusiastically waving his phone as he jogged over.

König, already tired of what Horangi was about to say, simply grunted when the Korean man slid into the seat beside him. He tried his best to convey just how tired he was, but it was to no avail as Horangi eagerly crowded into his personal space to show him his crack phone screen.

"You really should get that replaced," König grumbled as Horangi shuffled closer.

"You sound like my Mom," Horangi commented before pressing play on the video.

König winced at the volume as Horangi hurriedly turned it down with a whispered 'Sorry!'.

"You really are a useless-"

"Look!" Horangi jammed his finger at a small sign in the video.

König leaned in and squinted.

"Horangi, my eyes are good but they're not that good. Can you just tell me what it says?"

"This place is near our base!" Horangi explained, "let's get a few guys and we'll go!"

"You want to go to a... A scary house?" König asked curiously.

"A haunted house König," Horangi sniffed, "seriously you moved from Germany over ten years ago and you still don't know what a haunted house is?"

König huffed, "My mind blanked. I know what they are."

"Yeah sure, keep telling yourself that," Horangi drawled before switching tabs to get to a poorly formatted website, "now look, tickets are cheap here. It's only five euros to get in!"

For a moment, König's eyes sparkled.

"Only five euros?" he muttered, "that's not too bad... I could be convinced."

"If we go to the shwarma place fist would that help?"

"... Maybe."

"Alright I'll tell Hutch," Horangi swung his legs from out of the bench.

König watched, slightly stunned, as Horangi swaggered away to the other cafeteria.

"Aren't you going to have lunch with me?" König asked.

Horangi turned to look over his shoulder and scoffed, "Nah, I've got shit to do. I wanna go, but if we don't get enough of a crowd it's just not worth it."

König narrowed his eyes, "Was I only asked to boost numbers?"

Horangi shrugged, "Why are you worried?"

"Don't you consider me a friend?" König asked bitterly.

"Yeah," Horangi said, "but you always push the chair back in the car until it hits my knees."

"Then drive," König stated.

"I don't need you on my case too," Horangi grumbled and walked away, leaving König to sit with an empty tray in front of him.

He glared at the gleaming steel.

"Did I really eat it all that fast?"

17:00 - Five Hours Before the Ban

Hutch took a long swig of water before dropping his arm to his lap. He waved at König fondly, "Hey there."

König waved back curtly and picked up a dumbbell before sitting on a bench and starting his bicep curls.

"You doing another set?" Hutch asked.

"Why not?" König shrugged.

"That's what I keep telling myself, but then I strain something," Hutch laughed, "you best watch yourself old man."

"I am not old!" König grumbled, "I only just turned thirty a month ago."

"You're in your thirties. You're old," Hutch smirked.

"You're what, twenty-nine?" König huffed.

"Twenty-seven and eleven months, thank you," Hutch replied.

"Oh so you'll be old soon enough," König snorted.

Hutch shook his head and wiped a blue towel over her forehead, "Nah, once I hit thirty then thirty-five is old."

"Oh," König rolled his eyes, "I see. So I won't be old for long."

"Did I say thirty-five? I meant thirty-one" Hutch took another sip of water.

"You're worse than Horangi," König puffed as he neared the end of his rep.

"König," Hutch glared down his nose at the bigger man, "nobody's as bad as Horangi."

König put the dumbbell by his feet and set his timer before he admitted, "Maybe not."

"Speaking of Horangi though," Hutch started stretching his arms over his chest, "I heard that he invited you to come out with us?"

"Word really does go around fast here," König muttered.

"When it's with Horangi? Sure does. But seriously man," Hutch eased into a good stretch, "are you coming?"

König drummed his fingers on his thigh as he felt his heart rate relax. He turned his head from side to side and then said, "Why not. I don't have anything else to do."

"Then I guess we got you on a good day," Hutch smiled.

"'We'? I thought this was a Horangi thing," König glanced over at his friend.

"Well, I gave Horangi the idea, but he was the one who really made it happen," Hutch explained, "I was hoping we might schedule something for next week or whatever, but Horangi's too impulsive to wait."

"Strange. When we were out in Iraq I saw him line up a shot for three hours," König shook his head, "but that man works in weird ways. I don't think I'll ever understand him."

"Funny, 'cause he says the same things about you," Hutch commented.

König was about to say something when his timer went off.

"Another rep, big guy?"

König nodded and picked up the dumbbell again, "Always another."

20 :00 - Two Hours Until the Ban

"Oh my God this is so good."

"See? I told you it would be."

"Okay but I saw you flicking mould off a peach last week," Horangi rolled his eyes as he stuffed another forkful of shwarma in his mouth, "your definition of 'good' is fucked."

König bristled as Hutch and Aksel laughed quietly behind him. He glared at the two, but it only served to worse Aksel's giggling.

"It was just a tiny bit," he explained.

"It was not a tiny bit," Aksel snickered, "that was the peach that Stiletto forgot in her locker."

König paled, "Was it really?"

"Yeah?" Aksel shook his head mirthfully, "I mean, it was set out on the counter for a reason."

"I thought..." König trailed off as he turned to glare at his hands.

"Whatever you thought," Hutch interjected, "it was just stupid. Like come on man, it was smellin' and everything!"

König wrinkled his nose, "I don't think it smelled that bad."

"You know you nearly gave Stiletto a heart attack," Horangi added on.

König smiled beneath his hood, "Well, I suppose I'll have to tell her I'm sorry."

"Oh cut the crap," Horangi gruffed, "you just wish you saw her face too."

König nodded from side to side as the others laughed.

It wasn't often that the men could get off base for a bit, but by pulling König's rank card (Horangi swore that wasn't the reason he was invited) and explaining a few things away, they managed to be able to get some time out to look around and enjoy the city. It took about an hour to drive to the shwarma shop, but at least it seemed to be a hit with the whole team. König was glad to at least provide something to the trip. He hated to admit it, but even then he was anxious about appearing good enough for his team.

"So," Horangi put his plastic fork down, "In about fifteen minutes, what do you guys think about heading out to the haunt?"

"Fine by me," Aksel nodded as Hutch swallowed a bite of his wrap, nodding in agreement.

"Alright. König? You cool with that?" Horangi turned to look at the tall Austrian.

"Should be fine," König nodded, "I mean, it might be a bit late, but..."

"We'll be fine," Hutch shut him down quickly, "don't worry about it man."

"I mean, it's just it's a long drive, and-"

"König! If the numbers guy says it'll be fine, then it'll be fine," Aksel sighed.

Horangi patted his shoulder, "Trust us. It'll be fine."

König sighed and relaxed into the seat. He didn't trust them, not in the slightest, but the least he could do was pretend.

21:00 - One Hour Until the Ban

The group of four man stood outside the farmhouse, looking up and down at the dilapidated building. Fog rolled from the windows with winding screams into the night. Occasionally, a bright red flash would come from the top left window. Cheap cobwebs were woven over the ground, littered with tiny plastic spiders that glowed in the green light coming from the front porch.

"You gettin' scared at all?" Horangi grinned as he looked between the others.

"Pft, it looks cheap," Aksel crossed his arms, "saw way better when I was a kid."

"I think that's positivity bias there, Aksel," König muttered, earning himself a short nod from Hutch.

"I think we might've wasted our time honestly," Hutch frowned as he gave the building another once-over.

"Oh come on," Horangi groaned, "we haven't even been inside. It might be a lot of fun!"

"Fun?" Askel shook his head and tutted condescendingly, "in this place? I doubt it."

Hutch glared at the offending building behind a pair of sunglasses.

"The website made it look so much better," Hutch complained bitterly as he squared his shoulders back.

Watching Horangi's face fall, König couldn't help but kick himself for being so negative to the place. Without another word, he put a hand on Horangi's shoulder and cocked his head to the side.

"Maybe it might be better on the inside, don't you think?" he offered his friend.

Horangi smiled back brightly, "See! König has the right idea!"

König shrivelled under the judgmental glare of the others. He hated how they looked almost disappointing in him for trying to stand up for Horangi. Really, even if the haunt was just for kids, what was the harm in having fun with it?

"Well hey, they say there's only groups of two here," Horangi pointed at a poorly painted sign, "so I'll go with König and you two buzzkills go with each other."

Aksel rolled his eyes, but threw an arm around the taller man to his left, "Alright, looks like we're together."

"Get your arm off of me," Hutch grumbled.

Not keen to be dragged down by the others, König decided to follow Horangi to the front steps of the home.

Strangely, as König drew closer, he couldn't help but feel that age-old familiar tingle in his chest. Something about the house set him on edge. He didn't want to admit it, but the house certainly unnerved him. He had the feeling something horribly dreadful waited for him inside.

"You know, now that the other two are gone, I'm really digging the vibes here," Horangi elbowed König lightly.

"Ja," König replied stiffly, "it is different without them."

Horangi looked up at his friend skeptically. After observing him carefully, a sly smile slid across Horangi's face.

"Getting a bit spooked, big guy?" Horangi asked.

König snorted, "No, of course not."

"Sure," Horangi drawled, "whatever you say."

König turned to glare, but they were already being called up.

As he stepped up to the ticket taker, he noticed the man turning to an actor and whispering. He tried to ignore how they both seemed to focus more on him than Horangi before the smaller scare actor was shooed off.

As they walked into the house, Horangi worsened his fears when he blithely commented, "They really seemed to be looking at you back there. I wonder why."

König felt positively dreadful.

21:30 - Half an Hour Until the Ban

König looked around him nervously. About five minutes ago, Horangi had disappeared from his side. He could hardly believe it. One minute Horangi was chatting away and the next he was gone. He didn't even really know when he lost the man, he'd long-since tuned out his rambling. Now, he wished he were paying more attention.

Now that he was alone, König couldn't help but notice all the sounds more. The screams pressed on his ears as the rattling of chains snaked through his feet. Sometimes he swore he heard someone panting in his ear, but when he turned there was only the low green light guiding him forwards.

With each step he took, he felt like he was passing through thick webs. Occasionally, thick tarps would block his vision and he'd have to push forward. He tried his best to not let his heart rate spike, but something had him on edge.

A part of him was kicking himself for being in any way, shape or form affected by the house. It was just a haunted house, it was all fake. He'd seen real horror, so why did this get to him? What was it that had his skin crawling?

He didn't know but it just kept getting worse.

König pushed past a curtain of rusted chains to enter what looked like the remnants of a kitchen. In the strobing red lights, he could see blood splatters cake the walls. The shine of metal on the walls clued him in to the knives wallpapering the room. His knees felt weak when he finally noticed the centre of the room.

There, lying down strapped to the dining room, a woman watched him with bright white eyes.

König couldn't help himself as he dashed into the next room.

Those eyes, bright white, staring directly at him, they petrified him like no other. He felt them boring into him, even as he left. He spared a glance behind him and nearly collapsed when he saw the woman turn her head 180 degrees to follow him.

He slammed the next door shut behind him, swallowing him in darkness.

21:45 - Fifteen Minutes Until the Ban

König panted as he slumped against the door. He held his chest tightly, welcoming the darkness around him. Finally he could get away from those eyes. In this darkness, nobody could ever see him.

König closed his eyes and sighed.

When he opened them, a small candle lit the room, revealing the contents to him for the first time.

When he looked around, he wanted to scream.

Mirrors. There were mirrors everywhere. Some as big as him, some smaller than his thumbnail. Ton and tons of mirrors all glinting back at him.

He could see his form slowly distorting in the candlelight. Old memories rushed through him and he trampled forth, knocking down a couple of mirrors in the process and shattering them on the ground.

21:50 - Ten minutes Until the Ban

König ran until he collided into a wall and stumbled back. Now in the low red lights he could see everything around him.

From the room of mirrors he'd walked into a small pioneer classroom. To his horror, every single pair of eyes was on him. He tried walking one way, and the 'students' turned their heads. He walked the other way and they followed him. He glanced around in widening horror as he realized the only exit was at the back of the room.

Without another thought, he pushed forth.

21:55 - Five Minutes Until the Ban

König didn't know why he ever agreed to come here. This place was nothing but a house of torture. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he wanted to do anything he could to escape. Any exit he saw only took him further and further into the maze.

How was a small farmhouse so big? It felt endless in here. Each turn brought him new horrors, new eyes staring at him. He tried to get away, but he could feel their eyes on him constantly, watching him run, watching him stumble, watching him as he desperately tried to find an escape.

He barely took in his surroundings as he charged through the building. He could hear something being shouted, could hear footsteps crashing down behind him but he just kept pushing forth. He needed to do anything he could to get away. He could feel his throat tightening and his heart pounding as he ripped down a curtain to get by.

He stumbled through into another black room and felt himself shut down.

21:58 - Two Minutes Until the Ban

The room was silent. Nothing from the outside came in. It was cold, terribly cold. Never had he been so cold. Why was he so cold?

He heard a door unlock, and footsteps step in.

21:59 - One Minute Until the Ban

"Uh, hello?" he heard a quiet voice, "um, is anyone in here?"

A bright flashlight turned on in his face, momentarily blinding him.

König didn't think as he punched into the light. He only heard a squawk and a curse as the light dropped down to the ground. He stumbled back and all the lights turned on.

22:00 - THE BAN

"Dude!" he looked down to find a straggly teen.

"Shit he got Johann," a woman yelled out.

"I told you this was a bad idea," a man grunted as he stepped forth and hauled the teen up to his feet. He gave König a sharp glare and jabbed a finger in his direction.

"Me?" König could feel the panic draining from his system.

"You! Go follow her and get out of here," the man yelled.

König didn't need to be told twice. He quickly found the tiny purple-haired woman and scurried to her side. She eyed him with disgust.

"Seriously dude, that wasn't cool," she sighed, "like, I know we're an extreme haunt, but you can't punch the actors. That's like, the number one rule here."

"Ah, sorry," König muttered weakly.

"Your friend is outside waiting for you," she grumbled as she led him through the back, "I told the guys not to push you too far, but they just wanted to scare the big guy and I guess they went too far. Still," she opened the final door, "you're banned from the haunt. Permanently."

"Why?" König asked meekly as he stepped by.

"You punched the actors dude," she glared at him, "number. One. Rule."

With that she slammed the door in his face, leaving him to join Horangi outside.

Horangi only had to take one look at his friend to figure out what had happened.

"You punched an actor?" he crossed his arms over his chest, "that's like, the number one rule."

"I panicked," König explained weakly.

"You? You panicked?" Horangi frowned, "what the hell did they do to you?"

König shook his head as he leaned over, "Eyes. So many eyes."

"Eyes?"

"And mirrors."

"And mirrors!? König, what sorta haunt did you go to?" Horangi quizzed him, "I just got led around a haunted barnyard!"

"After they split us up," König sucked in another breath, "it was... I didn't think that it would be that bad." Horangi scrunched his eyebrows together, but thankfully only clapped a hand on his back and helped push his friend forward, "Alright, well, I saw some sorta candy place. Looked like dragonsbreath, so I wanted to check it out. Wanna come with?"

König wheezed.

"I'll take that as a yes," Horangi shrugged and dragged König over to the cotton candy vendor.

Konig Dump

Konig Regular Fanfics

[sunsets-and-crows]

I Wanna Be Yours - Chapter 2

Pairing: Sylus X Reader

Words: 5.1K

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Tasked with infiltrating the life of Sylus, the most wanted man in the N109 zone, you're torn between what is right and feels right, blurring the line between duty and desire. As danger escalates, you must decide whether to carry out your mission or succumb to the magnetic pull of the man you're meant to destroy. In this game of power and obsession, betrayal could cost you everything.

Content warnings ⚠️

Dark Themes, Yandere! Reader and Yandere! Sylus! Power play. Violence and Gore. Smut (in later chapters). Stalking/surveillance. Reader slowly losing her mind maybe. Sylus being hot and a menace. TRIGGER WARNING: Murder and panic attacks

If you feel there’s any other warnings I need to add then please reach out and let me know!

The heavy scent of books filled the air of Sylus' office, an old, refined space that exuded power and wealth. Mahogany-panelled walls, meticulous order, and rich tones filled the space. His sleek black laptop rested on the desk in front of him, and beside that lay a red crow pin, a subtle symbol of his identity, one that carried weight even in silence.

Leaning back in his leather chair, Sylus’ fingers languidly traced the sharp edges of the crow pin, his gaze fixed on Mephisto’s silent feed as it scrolled across his screen. His sharp red eyes gleamed with interest as he tracked your movements through the apartment, his gaze predatory, lingering on each unguarded moment like a wolf observing its prey. 

A flicker of amusement curled his lips as you crossed your legs, oblivious to the eyes tracking every subtle motion. You were comfortable, vulnerable, with no idea how deeply under his gaze you were. He chuckled to himself. You thumbed through a file of some kind, crossed and uncrossed your legs as you tried to get comfortable at your very own computer desk. 

Your positions were almost a mirror of each other. Him sat, watching you and you sat watching him. It amused him. 

The soft glow of your screen reflected on your face in the dimly lit room as you sat alone, relaxed. There was tension in your posture, a concentration that drew him in. You picked up a picture and looked intently at it. It wasn’t just professional curiosity in the way your fingers traced his image on the screen - no, there was something more intimate in the slow drag of your touch over the sharp angles of his jawline. The picture of him held your gaze, your attention lingering on every detail as though in reverence.

His head tilted slightly, intrigued.  So, you were studying him perhaps a little too closely. It made a small smirk cross his lips, watching you pour over the details, oblivious to the fact that your entire private life was laid bare before him. You didn’t even realise how telling your movements were, the unconscious bite of your lip, the slight rise and fall of your breasts as your breathing quickened, betraying every emotion you were feeling. There was something else happening here, something more personal. Intimate.

His lips curled at the corners, the beginnings of a smile tugging at his face. "Pretty, little hunter," he murmured under his breath, the words rolling off his tongue like a taunt. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking beneath him, as his red eyes glinted in the half-light. He enjoyed watching you, studying the way you tried to contain the fascination you felt. Gone was the look of fear he’d seen after you’d darted from the warehouse. 

He watched the way your fingers brushed over his features on the screen, as if trying to touch him, feel him through the glass. The thought stirred something dark in him. His hands, resting on the arms of the chair, flexed slightly, imagining how easily he could step into your life. He wondered how you'd react if he showed up right there, startling you from the shadows of your own space, taking pleasure in your surprise. He groaned quietly at the thought of how your eyes would widen, the way fear would tighten your throat when you realised how close he was. But there was something else too. The thought of you resting your hands on him in person, no longer bound to only the pixelated image, would you be so bold?

Or perhaps, what if he simply stood there, unseen, just a few steps away - no screen separating you. How would it feel to watch you, to see every inch of you laid bare without the safety of distance?

As tempting as the thought was, it wasn’t time for that. You were far too observant, too clever. There was a risk you’d sense him, and Sylus couldn’t afford that - not yet. He wasn’t interested in cutting this game short. No, he wanted to draw it out, to see how far you’d go before you realised the truth. For now, he was content to let you believe you were still on the hunt.

His fingers traced the cool metal of the crow pin, feeling its familiar weight in his palm. The metalwork catching in the dim light as he turned it slowly, lost in thought. Mephisto gave a quiet chirp, shifting slightly on his perch by the window, his eyes still fixed on you. Sylus’ smile widened as he watched your body tense momentarily, a subtle flinch that betrayed how long you had been staring. Your fingers hovered over the image of him on the screen, and then pulled away sharply. Maybe in a reflex of guilt, as if you feared someone might see the way you traced his features or how your breath hitched whenever your gaze lingered on his lips. You had no idea, of course, that your paranoia was fully warranted. That you were caught under his watchful gaze - so much that even the pretty blush on your cheeks felt like it belonged to him.

He’d easily uncovered your hunter status - your public file far too exposed for the calibre of mission you were on. He’d almost laughed at how carelessly the Hunter’s Association had left your details unprotected. For someone tasked with tracking him, they should have known better. He’d hoped, maybe, for something more original than the current plan of gaining his trust. But then again, you didn’t quite fit the mold of a typical hunter. You were supposed to be tracking him, bringing him in, and yet your fascination told him otherwise. It was like a puzzle he couldn’t quite understand, yet.

His fingers drummed against the polished wood of his desk, his thoughts turning over your background, your training, the sharp edges of your professional habits. You were skilled, that was clear, but your inexperience was concerning. You had no first-hand understanding of the N109 zone or him. It left you vulnerable, as evidenced in how easily he had spotted you and he could already sense the tiny fractures forming beneath your carefully crafted facade. He knew exactly how to press against them.

There was something delicious about watching you work, unaware that your mission was already ruined. The fact that you were so focused on him, so intent on uncovering his secrets, only made the game more appealing. He knew exactly what you were sent to do, and he wasn’t going to stop you. Not yet. The game had only just begun, and he intended to savour it.

“Let her play,” he murmured, voice low. He wasn’t just going to let this mission continue, but he was going to enjoy watching you try.

It had been months since that night in the warehouse - since you had first witnessed the raw, unfiltered power of Sylus. It should have been a stark reminder of what he was: a criminal, a killer. Yet, the memory faded all too easily, softening with time, until his brutality became less a warning and more a thrill.

It was only a week after the incident that the violence in your memory softened, and you found yourself bending the truth, shifting the narrative to suit the story you wanted to believe. They’d attacked first, you told yourself. He had to defend himself. His strength, his ruthlessness - it wasn’t cruelty; it was survival. Qualities like that, you couldn’t help but admire.

It started slowly, almost innocently. Just another mission. Just another criminal profile to assemble. As you spent longer watching him, gathering scraps of his life - piecing together his motives, his alliances - he became the focal point, his face central among the scattered photos and notes. Each note, each image, an invitation to look closer, to understand him rather than the mission. 

After weeks and weeks of surveillance and detailed logs of his movements you had his routine down to a t. Your official reports were detailed enough to give Captain Jenna a record of your work but you’d conveniently left out some of the more heinous observations, like the warehouse incident and a few others too.

The pin board in your apartment, however, became a mess of pictures, notes and reminders that toed the line of usefulness. Reminders about Sylus’ hands, height and the way his arms might feel wrapped around you. Your eyes lingered on each puzzle piece longer than they should have. He was becoming more than just your target; he was becoming the centre of all your focus.

You stood back, the pinboard in your living room forming a map of his world, a world you wanted desperately to inhabit. You could feel yourself inching closer, slipping further into his orbit, trying to see the world through his eyes, to understand it the way he did - and, somehow, to find your own place within it. A part of you tried to ignore the growing excitement, the thrill of unravelling his secrets, but another part craved it. You wanted to understand everything about him - his movements, his motives, his thoughts. You wanted to know what drove him, what made him tick and what turned him on.

Obsession, as you well know, erodes reason, twisting every desire until it’s all-consuming. The ache to know him - to know the forbidden, deadly parts of him - gnawed at you, turning every rational thought into a dark fascination. How many times had you stared at the pinboard, at Sylus’s face, and felt a gnawing ache to know more, to touch what you were forbidden to touch? But the lines blurred so easily, reason lost in the pulse of something dark and magnetic.

And so, you watched him. Even in the confines of your apartment, you played and replayed the footage you’d collected, meticulously tore over photographs and logs trying to understand him. You told yourself it was all for the mission, that knowing him better would lead to his capture. Each time you whispered the words, they sounded emptier, dissolving in the feverish pull to just watch him. Deep down, you knew the truth. It wasn’t duty that kept you coming back - it was desire. 

You sat in your surveillance van, parked directly outside his sprawling estate in the N109 zone. You had eyes on some kind of business meeting, a typical occurrence for him. You took out your logs for the day and updated them with some hastily scrawled information about the meeting. 

22:47 pm Onychinus Estate East Wing: Office  Meeting with Bryce Shaw BS (53 y/o deputy leader of allied group in N109 zone) Details: BS unaccompanied. Discussed the selling of protocores. Auction organised for 1 month's time -  further details needed.

That was all you managed to learn in the time you'd been observing them. Now it was 1:13 am and you could feel the toll on your body. Times like these were when your mind wondered the most, and recently that had been happening a lot. You wondered how you could start to gain his trust. What would your alias be like when you eventually went undercover? How could you relate to him and understand him? How would it feel to finally have him how you wanted him? No.

A man like him wasn't supposed to be something you could understand, let alone want. Here you were, though, longing for something more, powerless against the way your heart raced whenever his image filled your screen. You’d become distracted again. Not even noticing that Bryce Shaw had left the premises. 

Your pulse quickened as you fixed your eyes back on him. His eyes were focused on the paperwork in his hand, thumbing through the documents with purpose and ease. Your breath hitched, your senses dulled to everything else. He licked his thumb and turned a page. Seeing him unravelled you, and each glance left you wanting more. It was intoxicating, and worse, you didn’t want to stop. You saved the footage to your personal USB drive. 

It was maddening how he got under your skin, how the mere sight of him sparked a physical ache in you and left your panties damp. The heat he ignited unsettled you, a truth you kept pushing down, hoping one day it would fade. But each day it grew, impossible to unpack, impossible to ignore.

Feeling this way about a man whose hands were stained blood wasn't right - but you couldn't help it. And his hands - God, his hands. The thought of them made all sense leave your brain. The way his fingers flexed and coiled, each motion imbued with a terrifying and magnetic threat. You could imagine those hands pinning you down, tracing your skin or gripping tight enough to bruise, and the thought alone sent your pulse skittering, each beat a betrayal.

The lines of his body, the angular cut of his jaw, the deep, resonant timbre of his voice - all of it echoed through you. His words felt tailored for you, dripped with a honeyed danger that curled a shiver down your spine. You could almost imagine him whispering in your ear, the rough edge of it sparking a heat low in your belly.

Just like tonight, there were occasions where the sight of him alone had made your thighs clench involuntarily, your body betraying you as it desperately pleaded for some relief. You tried to draw a line between reason and desire, but it was futile. He commanded your thoughts, his presence coiling around your will, tightening with every glance, every word, every slow, deliberate move. The deeper you feel, the more his shadow swallowed you whole.

It was a cold night, and you were perched in the shadows of an upscale, dimly lit restaurant. You watched Sylus as he sat across from Albert Clements, a young upstart eager to make a name for himself. 

20:21 pm La Provence - Restaurant Meeting with Abert Clements AC (24 y/o Son of a rival group of Onychinus) Details: meeting organised late last night by AC for reasons unknown. AC accompanied by 4 other men.

You’d looked up Albert Clement’s file in the Hunter’s Association prior to the meeting. He was the second son of a group which had not been fond of Sylus in the past. Honestly, you were unsure as to why the whole meeting was happening.

The setting was deceptively normal - soft candlelight flickering between them, wine glasses catching the light. Sylus looked like a dark god, his imposing frame seeming out of place amidst the soft candlelight and white linens. The black leather jacket draped across his broad shoulders, accentuating the sharp lines of his body, made him a stark contrast to the over the top elegance around him - like a predator amid the gaudiness of the restaurant. Every inch of him screamed power, and yet, seeing him in such an intimate, seemingly casual moment stirred something deeper inside you. 

Your mind raced with thoughts of what it would be like to sit across from him - not as a hunter on a mission, but as the woman who held his attention. The sharpness in his gaze would soften, his hands would reach for yours over the table. The thought of claiming a space that wasn’t meant for you was wrong, and yet, in your mind, it was irresistible. You could almost feel it - the possessive weight of his hand resting at the small of your back, guiding you as if you belonged to him. His hands would wander up the softness of your thighs, teasing you, a knowing smirk on his face.

The mere thought sent heat spiralling through your core, and you shifted uncomfortably in the shadows, trying to focus on the task at hand. Your heart raced, your breath hitching as you stared, almost feeling guilty for the thoughts invading your mind. The mission. You forced the word back into focus, but it was a fleeting thought. The lines had blurred so much that you couldn’t be sure what the mission was anymore - bringing him in, or letting him draw you closer.

Sylus glanced around the restaurant, his red eyes scanning the area with sharp precision. When his gaze flicked toward your hiding place, your heart stuttered in your chest. He couldn’t possibly see you. And yet, the way his eyes lingered for just a moment too long made you wonder if he knew you were there, watching him.

What you couldn’t see was the faint curve of Sylus’ lips as his gaze swept the room and settled - slowly, deliberately - on your shadowed hiding place. He had sensed you before his eyes found you, like a predator always aware of its prey. He could see you very clearly. Dressed in that little red dress, your gun hidden in a girlish purse, you stood out to him, like a drop of blood on snow. He liked what he saw. But more than that, he liked that you were here, watching. A silent shadow, following him. His shadow. 'My little hunter,' he mused to himself, fingers tracing the rim of his glass. She’s playing the game so well. A thrilling thought entered his mind. Had you dressed so prettily just for him? 

Clements droned on about his plans, his overzealous words barely breaking through the haze of Sylus's thoughts. He already knew what the young man wanted. His ambition reeked of desperation. Sylus was barely listening, his mind elsewhere - on you, watching, hiding in the shadows, just out of his reach. What were you doing here, hiding like a fragile bird, yet armed with that gun in your purse? The dichotomy intrigued him - how you were both predator and prey. You were sent to capture him, and yet you were the one caught in his gaze.

You returned your attention to Clements and the conversation, the young man speaking quickly, confidently. You could tell from his tone that he was trying to gain Sylus’ approval. He had ambition, but ambition was dangerous in the N109 zone, especially when it was directed towards the wrong kind of power.

“We’ll see if you’re worthy,” Sylus said smoothly, standing from his seat. His figure towered over Clements, his posture exuding confidence and control. “Join Onychinus? Maybe. But you'll need to prove yourself first. I’ll be in touch.”

The meeting ended, and seemingly all members were happy with the outcome. Something gnawed at your senses, though. There was a wrongness in the air, a tightening between the exchanged glances of Clements's men. The way they moved - too quiet and too careful - sent you a cold shiver of warning. As Sylus turned to leave, you caught a quick, almost imperceptible exchange - a folded note slipped into the hand of one of Sylus's men. 

Your instincts flared, a cold warning that something wasn’t right. The way the man nodded at Clements, the tension in the air - it was all too much. Your pulse raced as you followed them outside and into the night, unable to quell the sinking feeling in your gut.

Sylus' confident strides betrayed his ignorance of the traitor creeping up behind him. His footsteps were steady, unhurried, as if he had no concern in the world. 

Then you saw it—a flicker of metal in the dim streetlight, the subtle shift of Sylus’ man as his hand slid something from his jacket pocket. The gleam of a knife caught your eye, your pulse spiking as realisation hit. The man was aiming for Sylus. You couldn’t let it happen.

You could feel the adrenaline rush through your veins. The man’s steps quickened, closing the distance between him and Sylus, and you knew - he was going to kill him. There wasn’t time to think, only to act.

Your heart slammed against your ribs, time slowing in the adrenaline rush. Your hunter instincts took over. In a single motion, you drew your weapon, your pulse roaring in your ears, knowing that this choice would change everything. You fired. The sound muffled by the surrounding night and your silencer. The man collapsed to the ground, his knife clattering at his side. Sylus turned sharply, his eyes narrowing as they scanned the dark, searching for the source of the shot.

Your breath came fast and shallow, nerves on fire as you stepped back into the shelter of the alley. The gun was still warm in your hand, your heart still racing. You weren’t supposed to intervene, but the thought of someone betraying him, of someone harming him, had ignited something within you that you couldn’t control. 

Sylus crouched down, inspecting the fallen man’s body, his fingers brushing over the note clutched in the traitor’s hand. Slowly unfolding it, his eyes flicked over the hastily scribbled words: “Do it now, and you'll be rewarded when I take over Onychinus.” The note told him everything he needed to know - Albert Clements had intended to use the man to kill him, and he was planning to stage a takeover of his empire. He scoffed. He would deal with Mr Clements later. Clearly he knew nothing if he thought that a knife would deal a fatal blow against Sylus. 

Intrigue wrapped itself around Sylus' mind like a mist, his thoughts racing. Not thoughts of his men betraying him or of the revenge he would inevitably inflict on Clements, thoughts of you. 

Why had you saved him? Your job was to capture him, and yet you had just killed one of his own in a reckless decision to protect him. He couldn’t help but smirk as he stood, his gaze lingering on the spot where he knew you had been hiding. You had no idea that his gaze had already found you - that from the moment you stepped from the shadows, Sylus knew. His pretty little hunter, gun in hand, was now protecting him in the dark. He relished it - the power you’d just handed him. His dark angel.

As he walked away, amusement flickered beneath his curiosity. You had proven more unpredictable than he’d expected. His hunter, who was supposed to capture him, had just killed for him. And now, you were something else entirely - something worth watching more closely.

The moment you stepped inside your apartment, everything shattered.

The air was thick, suffocating. Every breath dragged painfully in your chest, as if your rib cage was pressing down on your lungs. You slammed the door behind you, but the noise barely registered above the roaring in your ears. Your back hit the wall, fingers clawing at the edges of the console table, desperate for something solid, something to keep you from spiralling. But the wood was cold and useless beneath your hands - nothing could hold you now.

The adrenaline that had pushed you through it - the shot, the trigger, the act - was gone now, drained from your veins, leaving behind nothing but the shaky, fragile remnants of your composure. Cold sweat clung to your skin. Your vision tunnelled, the walls pressing closer, the ceiling collapsing in until there was no space to escape. 

You’d let this get way out of hand, again.

Your legs buckled, sending you crashing to the floor. Panic tore through you like a beast with claws, raking at your insides, ripping away your control with every jagged breath. You wrapped your arms around yourself, knees pulled tight to your chest, hoping to steady the trembling. But it didn't stop. You couldn't stop it. Your vision blurred, but it wasn't the tears that made everything fuzzy - it was the weight of what you were feeling, the terrifying realisation that it was happening all over again. The obsession, the pull, the way it was consuming every part of you.

Not again, you thought. Not this time.

You crawled to the sink, fingers scraping across the floor, desperate for something - anything - to pull you out of the darkness, to ground you before you fell too far. Cold water, maybe. Something real. Something that wasn’t the chaotic storm brewing inside your mind. You splashed water on your face, the icy shock biting into your skin, but it did nothing. The panic surged back, stronger, relentless, crashing over you like a wave you couldn’t outrun.

You’d promised yourself you wouldn’t fall this deep, wouldn’t let this obsession take root, but here you were, collapsing under its weight. You thought you could handle it, that you were stronger, but it had only been waiting, lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce the moment you let your guard down.

And you had let it down. It was worse this time. So much worse.You’d killed someone!

You’d killed someone for him. Sylus. A man more dangerous than anyone you’d ever known, yet you couldn’t stop thinking about him. His voice, his body, the way his red eyes seemed to pierce through everything. You pressed a trembling hand to your chest, willing your heart to slow down, but the panic had already dug its claws into you.

You’d gone through this before, with Noah. You were younger then, so naive, so infatuated. His smile - that smile - it had filled you with hope, hadn’t it? But now, as your mind confronted the memories, you couldn’t see the warmth, only the way it had twisted, turned to something darker. 

Noah was the first, the one who had pulled you into obsession before you even realised what was happening. It had started innocently enough - late nights thinking about him, replaying conversations in your head, convincing yourself that your feelings were normal, just a budding romance. But before you knew it, you were driving by his house late at night, just to catch a glimpse of his car, tracking his movements, and constantly wondering where he was, who he was with.

And then you were caught.

You weren’t supposed to be there, but you couldn’t stay away. He’d been on a date, some diner that you couldn’t recall the name of now. You’d watched from the shadows, unable to tear your eyes away from the way he smiled at her, the look in his eyes as they roamed her body, how he touched her hand like it was nothing. Like you were nothing. You couldn’t help it. You couldn’t stay away.

You’d hovered at the bar, pretending to wait for a drink, but you weren't fooling anyone. Try as you might to keep a casual facade, it didn't work. Your gaze bored into him, convinced that somehow, if you watched long enough, if you stayed close enough, he would realise you had been there for him all along, that you were the only one who was truly right for him. 

You’d caught her attention. Her eyes narrowing in suspicion, her smile faltering. She had leaned in, whispering something to Noah, and a moment later, she was gone. She’d left, and it was all because of you.

Noah’s frustration had been palpable. He’d walked her to the door, his hands stuffed in his pockets, but when he turned back and saw you - saw you standing there, waiting - his face had twisted darkly, becoming almost  unrecognisable. His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched.

“You,” he hissed, voice low and dangerous. His eyes were wild, his hands shaking with barely contained rage. “What the hell are you doing here? What the fuck are you doing?” 

The restaurant had gone silent, but he didn’t care. You wanted to explain, to tell him you were just looking out for him, but the words wouldn’t come. They caught in your throat, choking you, and you could only stand there, frozen under the weight of his fury.

He stepped closer, fists clenched, his voice rising, each word sharper, cutting through you. “You followed me here, didn’t you? You just can’t stop. You’re obsessed. Fucking obsessed.”

His words cut through you like a knife, but you still couldn’t defend yourself. You’d wanted to help, to be close to him, but now all you could see was the hatred in his eyes. How could you defend yourself against that?

“You’re a freak,” he spat, voice dripping with venom. “Who the hell could ever fall in love with a delusional freak like you? You’re a stalker. A goddamn stalker.”

‘A freak,’ he had said. 'A delusional freak.’ The words echoed, louder, bouncing off the walls of your mind, freak, freak, freak, until there was no escaping them. The words had ripped through you, the rejection crashing down like a tidal wave. You’d stood there, frozen, unable to speak, unable to move. 

When you didn’t take the hint - when you didn’t leave, didn’t stop staring at him with that desperate, hurt look in your eyes - he snapped. His hand came up before you could even react, and the punch sent you stumbling back, the shock of it making your knees buckle. The pain had come later. In that moment, all you felt was the crushing rejection and his disgust.

Who could ever fall in love with a delusional freak like you?

You pressed your hands to your ears as if you could drown the words out, but it was useless. They wouldn’t go away.

But this time, it wasn’t Noah.

His words still echoed in your head, even now, as you curled in on yourself on the cold floor of your apartment. The shame, the humiliation... it had broken you then, and you swore you’d never let it happen again. That  you’d never lose control like that.

But here you were. Falling apart. Falling deeper. And it wasn’t just some man from your hometown. This time it was Sylus, there was no logic to this pull.

You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the memories to fade, but all you could see was Noah’s face twisting in hatred, twisting and morphing further until the likeness of him disappeared leaving only Sylus. his sharp jaw, the glint of red in his eyes, the way he moved with a predator’s grace.  Always there. His sharp jaw, his red eyes, the way he moved - like a predator. His hands, gripping your waist, your thighs-

Stop. You need to stop.

Your breath came in short, sharp gasps as the panic clawed at your chest, tightening its grip. You knew how this ended. You’d been here before, on your knees, gasping for air, lost in an all consuming web of feelings that were too intense for you to understand. And you were powerless to stop it.

Tears stung, blurring your vision, but there was no escaping it. You were sinking, drowning in it. And the worst part? You didn’t want it to stop. Even now, with the panic tearing you apart, you still wanted him. You still craved his touch. 

And that terrified you more than anything.

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Ahhhh! chapter 2 has been so hard for me to write and I actually considered just giving up and leaving this fic unfished, but I'm so glad I pushed through! ❥ Please let me know what you think!

[chosetherose]

Is this real?

I asked Taylor to play The Albatross in a pink dress. She did it tonight!

In August I posted an analysis of The Albatross. At the end I included this ask:

I genuinely wasn’t expecting her to play The Albatross again. She’s only ever played it one other time (June 29th in Dublin, mashed up with DWOHT) and the number of shows left was quickly dwindling. I don’t know, I just didn’t think she’d play it again.

BTW, when I posted that ask the surprise song dresses were still solid colors. We hadn’t seen these beautiful multicolored ones she debuted for the last leg of the tour.

Not only did she play The Albatross in a pink dress but she mashed it up with holy ground. I had asked her for this combo if she enjoyed reading our analyses. I think this mash up is telling us this space we’ve created is a holy ground for her. She feels safe with us. “Tonight I'm gonna dance/ For all that we've been through/ But I don't wanna dance/ If I'm not dancing with you” 🥹

Holy ground also has the lyric “And I see your face in every crowd” which is wildly reminiscent of 🎃’s latest message. “Every night a sea of different humans. And yet so many of them are the same. So many of them, in fact, that sometimes you forget that every now and again there's a person standing there who actually knows you. Sees you. Hears you. But then, you find them in the crowd.” Cc @spade-riddles

I’m aware most of you will probably think I’m crazy. That’s fine. On the chance I’m not, I just want it to be known how appreciative I am. I was watching the surprise songs tonight on live stream and was blown away. She started singing “Wise men…” and my soul left my body. Once I worked through the shock I got very emotional. It warms my heart to know that Taylor sees our support and finds comfort in it. We love you for you. We stay. 💕

[mrhaitch]

Hii Mr.Haitch , hope you and and your family are having a wonderful time 🎀

I wanna know what is your opinion on Nanami Kento , I mean idk if you read or watched the show but you must’ve heard it Alot from Haitch right ? Do you think you’re similar to him in a way people think ?

I personally think you’re like a mix of nanami, higurama and geto (well again that’s just me)

Also what did the Haitch family dress up as for halloween 🤭

Well it's currently 6:10am on Halloween so not much has happened. I unfortunately have to go to work for a bit today to get things prepped for the latter half of the term (we've covered all the topics, now it's time to get things embedded). We're not going to be dressing up, as Halloween isn't a big deal here but I think Haitch and I will likely start our replay of Resident Evil Village tonight and order in some food.

I wrote something about Nanami a little while ago, which is here:

Personally, I don't really see it. There are some visual similarities: similar height, similar build (more first season than second, but we'll see where I'm at when my current training cycle ends), similar hair both in colour and style etc., but in terms of character - I don't see it. He's highly fixated on rules and order where I'm a chaotic gremlin who delights in mischief and disobedience.

Sic Gorgiamus Allos Subjectatos Nunc, as the Addams family motto goes.

For Higuruma, I've seen so little of the character I can't comment. As I said in a previous post - he's very "lawyer man likes justice", and while I'm sure there's more depth there I haven't really seen it.

Perhaps it's a difference between how I seem and how I am - appearance and substance. I can appear to be quite stern, aloof, detached but at base I think I'm quite a warm person that wants the best for people, while being very scatty, and plagued by a suspicion that I am unworthy in some fundamental way. Call it a suspicion of rot, somewhere deep in my character.

Geto is a new one, though.

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The Bakusquad Gaming Group - Ch. 4 - It's Official

| Masterlist | The Bakusquad Gaming Group Masterlist | | Previous | Next (TBD) | ♡ Genre: Fluff, suggestive ♡ Pairing: Gamer!Bakugou x Gamer!Reader ♡ Tags: Crossover (MHA x multiple franchises), gaming AU, Quirkless AU, aged up

Many Let's Players, including yourself, marked the upcoming gaming convention on your calendars several weeks in advance.

You and the Bakusquad were both set to attend, but you were only welcomed as a visitor. The Bakusquad became big enough to host their own live panel with Q&A, set on the first day of the convention. You didn’t get one because you didn’t have a big group like theirs, but your fanbase was still hyped for your own attendance. Many commenters clamored for more interactions between you and Bakugou at the convention, and people expected you to visit their panel specifically. Your fans often asked when you would officially join the Bakusquad, to the point of irritation.

The Bakusquad secretly planned to have you join them on their trip to the convention center. You wanted your appearance at their particular panel to be a surprise for the fans, so you never confirmed any of the fan's theories as to whether you would or wouldn't visit the Bakusquad panel in particular. You just informed everyone that you would be attending the upcoming convention, and left it at that.

The Bakusquad shared their panel schedule with you. The entire group would be sitting at a long table in front of the audience with their leader Bakugou standing at a podium leading the event. First, they would start with introducing their members, after that they'd show some skits they put together, then they'd proceed to announcements for future projects, videos, and merch, and finally they'd get to the Q&A section where fans would line up to ask them questions. They planned for you to be the first audience member in line for Q&A disguised as a fan and from there, you'd surprise everyone by joining them on their panel table. But they weren't sure of how exactly this would work. You'd figure it out later.

All the Bakusquad members (besides Bakugou himself) would be vlogging throughout their trip and posting it all later on their shared Bakusquad channel. Your appearances in these vlogs would be your first appearance on their shared group channel, though nobody knew the Bakusquad had invited you at all. The videos wouldn't be posted until after you left the convention. Your continued collaborations with the Bakusquad in the several weeks leading up to the panel only built up the hype for how the group would handle your eventual convention appearance.

Over the past months that you've known the Bakusquad, you chatted with all their members over numerous streams. This would be your first time seeing your friends in-person. The group already planned to meet you at the airport shortly before the convention started. From there, you'd travel to the convention center together.

The day before the convention, you landed at the airport, prepared to join the rest of the group. Bakugou's head was on a swivel until he caught sight of you, then he flagged you down.

You rushed over to the Bakusquad, carrying your luggage and waving at them. Ashido gave you a big hug when you finally reached them, with Bakugou scrutinizing you two from the sidelines.

"I finally get to see you in-person!" Ashido cried. "You're so much different than what I imagined!"

"But you've seen me on my facecam..." you said, as you and Ashido suffocated each other in the hug.

"It's probably your height," Sero said. "Nobody imagines height correctly." Kirishima nodded.

"You're different than what Bakugou said you'd look like!" Kaminari chimed in. "He told me--"

"I didn't tell you jack shit," Bakugou snapped. "Raccoon Eyes, let 'em go. Don't wanna see you two snuggling the entire damn trip."

Ashido released you. "What? Afraid I'm gonna steal her from you?"

"You couldn't steal candy from a fucking baby!"

"Let's not fight!" you said. "This is supposed to be a happy occasion, right?"

"Have you met us?" Jirou asked. "We're not exactly a group that's known for getting along all chummy and shit."

You pouted. "But I like being chummy... and shit."

Bakugou patted your head. "Don't get too chummy with the wrong crowd." He glared at Ashido, who didn't care at all. "Don't worry about them, worry about yourself. We can go over the convention plans in the car. Let's move, people."

You spent the day hanging out with the Bakusquad. It wasn't so different from your chats online except that the group was much more chaotic in-person. They loved to rib one another, and sometimes it felt like it was every man for himself. For example, Jirou teased you for getting emotional and sensitive in your last dating sim and Bakugou nearly ripped her to shreds on the spot. You held Bakugou back before he could land himself in prison.

But the group members also supported one another, including you. They always made sure to include you in conversations and it felt easy to talk with them as you did before online, like they were still your same old friends. Bakugou chatted with you most of all.

"Never heard Bakugou talk this much before outside of streams," Kaminari said, as your group walked around town. "It's weird seeing him semi-friendly."

"That's a blatant lie," Bakugou snapped. "You've known me for how long?!"

"Come to think of it," Sero said, "this is my first time hearing Bakugou speak. I usually just tune him out automatically."

"I thought he was mute!" Ashido said, shrugging.

Once again, you had to hold back Bakugou from committing murder. This continued several times throughout the day, with the other members sometimes using you as a human meat shield against their leader.

The group eventually got too accustomed to you reigning in Bakugou, soon growing cocky and taunting Bakugou even more than before. They accused him of being overly fluffy, committing various crimes, and being unable to hide his fondness for you. That last one embarrassed you so much you couldn't hold back Bakugou anymore, and the entire group ran away to avoid a raging Bakugou. You were left in the dust until Bakugou led you back to where the group hid.

Afterwards, your group ate out together at a restaurant and then finally retired to a hotel. You shared a hotel room with Ashido and Jirou, each person with their own separate bed. Bakugou had his own hotel room and the other three guys shared a room with only two beds, which was quite strange. You didn't know if two of the three boys shared a bed, if one of them brought a sleeping bag from home, or if one of them just duct-taped themselves to the ceiling for a place to sleep. You didn't ask. Ashido giggled every time you mentioned it, though.

Around late evening, Ashido and Jirou left your shared hotel room to get some late night snacks. You texted Bakugou that you were terribly bored being alone, and he texted you something intriguing.

"Come over."

It almost sounded like a command, though you knew he'd respect your rejection if you didn't want to go. Still, you went.

His hotel door was open when you reached it. "Bakugou?" You popped your head inside.

"Yo." Bakugou sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for you.

You locked the door behind you and approached him, a little jittery. "I'm so excited for this convention. It'll be my first, you know?"

"Mine too," he said, as you sat down beside him. "First time being on a panel, anyways."

"I'm so proud of you," you said. "Don't forget about me after you grow eternally famous."

"...'Course I won't. Remember what we planned. And don't get too nervous, alright? 'Cause I can tell you're nervous right now."

His hand stroked your face briefly. He smirked. You bit back a smile, but it still appeared nevertheless.

"It's not really our planned surprise that's making me nervous," you admitted. "I think it's more your doing..."

"How bad is it?"

"It's keeping me from sleeping for sure."

"Why don't you go to bed?" Bakugou asked, his voice almost a growl.

"I'm already here, aren't I?" you said, innocently.

Bakugou drew closer to you, your noses almost touching.

"That's exactly what I meant..."

Your phone rang. You both jumped back. You scowled at the wretched incoming call. It was Ashido. You glanced at Bakugou before taking the call.

"Hey!" Ashido cried. "Where the heck are you?! We have your snacks right here!"

"Yeah," Jirou chimed in. "Get the fuck back here. We're getting real hungry and we might start eating your portion. Or do you want us to hunt for you?"

Jirou must've known exactly where you went. Maybe Ashido did too. You couldn't let them find you here.

"Um, gimme a second, okay? I'm kind of busy!"

"Busy with what--"

You hung up on them. Bakugou was still staring at you the entire time. His expression was unreadable.

"Sorry," you said. "I don't want them to find me in here. They'll think--"

"I know exactly what they'll think."

Your heart was still beating out of your chest, and so was his.

"I'm sorry," you said. "I have to go. I just--"

"Go."

"Okay. Alright. Goodnight."

"Night."

You didn't get to talk to Bakugou about your little tryst the following day. You felt it was your fault for leaving, but you didn't think you could convince Ashido and Jirou to stop searching for you even if you were blunt about your situation.

The group would soon start preparing for their panel and there wasn't any time to waste. As the group's leader, Bakugou would make sure that the Bakusquad got through all their panel segments on time and generally keep the other idiots in line.

You worked overtime to help manage the group, even though it wasn't officially your job. Like a true parent, you kept everyone fed, stopped numerous fights, and made fun of them even worse than how they made fun of each other. You caught Bakugou snickering at some of your teasing.

The turnout for the Bakusquad event was much bigger than anyone expected, and the audience almost filled out the entire room. Every single one of the Bakusquad members was pretty nervous. It showed in a number of ways, like fidgeting or chattiness. Bakugou was quieter than he usually was, separate from the rest of the group. Nobody else seemed to notice.

Bakugou reassured the group throughout the day that they'd 'give the audience hell' and would 'show them what they're made of'. But you still worried about him.

You found some alone time with Bakugou before the show started. You started stroking his arm rhythmically to calm him down.

"...Are ya doing this for me or more for yourself?" Bakugou asked, quietly.

"A bit of both," you said, resting your head against his shoulder. "I know you're a big scaredy cat deep down."

"You're the scaredy cat..."

Bakugou pulled you against him for a hug. You could hear how fast his heart raced inside his chest. You buried your face in his chest, trying your best to soothe his worries. You weren't sure if you were making him more or less relaxed.

"We start in a few minutes!" Kirishima called out in the distance.

You abruptly pulled away from Bakugou. You saw him mentally snap out of his reverie, and you wondered what he was thinking regarding your hug just now. But there' wasn't time.

"Got your fill?" you asked. "It's starting soon. I know you'll do great out there, trust me. So break a leg!"

"Will do." Bakugou walked away, never breaking your gaze. "And thank you, I mean it. Watch me while I'm up there, alright? Don't take your eyes off me."

You nodded. Bakugou walked out onto the panel, where the other Bakusquad members sat at a lengthy table in front of the audience. You scurried off to your reserved seat in the audience area, putting on a unicorn mask to disguise yourself. For now, you'd pretend to be a normal fan. From your seat, you checked up on Bakugou, who still seemed to be flustered from your earlier interactions.

Many audience members wore the Bakusquad's merchandise. Most members wore Dynamight's merch, with his iconic explosion logo and faceless designs. He once told you in private he hated the idea of people wearing his face, and you always laughed at the thought of it.

Some other fans wore your merch too. There was a large overlap between your fanbases nowadays. Online, there were numerous fans asking if you were present at the convention right now. The girls sitting next to you were even reading fluffy Bakugou x You fanfiction to pass the time... You hoped none of these people would recognize you now that you were disguised as a beautiful latex unicorn.

Bakugou scanned the crowd for you and spotted your unicorn mask soon enough. You gave him two peace signs that he definitely saw. He could barely tear his eyes away from your silly disguise until Kirishima reminded him to start.

Bakugou straightened the microphone on his podium, the rest of the group sitting at a long table facing the audience.

"Yo," Bakugou said. "I'm Bakugou Katsuki, aka Dynamight, the leader of the Bakusquad. And these are the lackeys that do my bidding."

"You wish," Jirou said.

"We're more like his personal group of bullies!" Ashido said. The others nodded.

"Our videos never exactly go to plan due to this type of behavior," Bakugou said, with a sneer. "In case you couldn't fucking tell, we're a gaming group. We vlog, and we enter competitions, and all that shit. You guys wanna introduce yourselves?"

The rest of the Bakusquad members introduced themselves as Bakugou asked to varying levels of applause. Bakugou garnered the most applause by far, while the rest gathered less applause, along with more formal canned reactions. You wondered how many people would applaud for you.

After their introductions, they moved onto announcements and the skits they produced. Most of the skits were just them dicking around, and often had nothing to do with video games. But the audience liked seeing the Bakusquad get into trouble. Occasionally Bakugou glanced at you to check your reaction and he looked pleased to catch you giggling. You shooed him away if he stared too long.

Finally, the Q&A section started and fans started lining up to ask questions. You got in line first before anyone else. Many of the Bakusquad members glanced at your unicorn mask waiting in line, thinking about the question you'd love to ask them as a 'fan'.

You kind of knew what you generally wanted to ask, but you didn't form an exact script. Bakugou would be handling the questions, so you'd have to improvise a bit on the fly. You walked up to the microphone set up for the Q&A fans, facing the Bakusquad with your unicorn mask still concealing your face.

You asked them a question that Bakugou knew was coming, something that fans already asked them a million times on social media.

You asked about yourself.

"When is that pink gamer girl gonna show up at your panel?"

The audience groaned at your annoying question. Some even glared.

“I dunno." Bakugou grinned. "When are you?”

You took off your unicorn mask. The audience gasped.

"Everyone, meet our newest Bakusquad member!"

You took off your unicorn mask and walked up to the stage. The audience's groans transformed into cheers upon seeing you. The fans wearing your merchandise shrieked and you high-fived them as you walked past. Even so, their cheers were not enough to rival everyone's cheers for Bakugou from earlier. You took an extra seat besides Bakugou's podium at the long table, the bright production lights almost blinding your eyes. You overheard some audience members talking about you. "Dynamight's girlfriend joined the Bakusquad!"

"She's gonna be a permanent part of our videos from now on," Bakugou said, looking happy to have you by his side. "And since she's now officially part of our group, you can start bugging her with questions too."

"Now you guys can finally stop asking us when she'll join," Kirishima said. Some of the Bakusquad laughed at that.

"But don't go asking any shipping-related shit!" Bakugou said. "That stuff's banned from Q&A. Onto the next question."

Some of the crowd looked disappointed by the shipping ban, but most were still hyped. You were nervous, and didn't know what questions to expect.

The first real fan approached the microphone after you left it, wearing a Dynamight T-shirt.

"Um, hi!" the fan said. "Just wanted to say I'm excited to meet you all, including the newest member." The crowd let loose a few cheers. "So my question is kinda weird. But it's something I ask at every panel. Uh, how did you guys sleep last night?"

"Oddly intrusive question," Jirou said. "Me and Ashido I barely slept at all, we were up gaming."

"Did you guys know that these three boys slept together?" Ashido gestured towards Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari. "And yet they only had twoooo beds! What's up with that?"

"Speaking of which, how did you sleep last night?" Sero asked Kaminari in a sultry tone, complete with bedroom eyes.

"I slept great, thanks to you..."

"Fucking shut the fuck up!" Bakugou said, slamming his hands on the podium. "I don't wanna hear about your creepy ass love lives!"

"Clearly someone does," you said, side-eyeing the audience. "I think it's cute."

"At least we have a love life!" Kaminari cried. "What do you have? A single hotel bedroom, all to yourself?"

You and Bakugou shared a quick glance at each other. Nobody actually knew that you visited his bedroom the other night, and you sure as hell weren't going to reveal anything here.

"My bedroom is my business," Bakugou said.

"Bet there's no 'business' going on in there," Ashido said. Jirou whooped and high-fived her. The audience laughed with them.

"Fucking shut up, all of you." Bakugou glared at the audience. "All of you."

"Aw come on you guys!" you said, desperately trying to save Bakugou's dignity. "It doesn't matter if Bakugou's got nothing going on. It's okay to be single, don't you know?"

"You're making things worse," Bakugou said.

"Wait hold on a minute! Hold on a minute!" Everyone (except Bakugou) turned to Kirishima. "So you're agreeing he's got nothing going on? Even you? 'Cause by the way the shippers talk I thought you'd--"

"Don't mention the damn shippers!"

Some of the audience cheered and shrieked, and you knew exactly which part of your current audience was the shippers. It was those people in particular.

"I thought the shipping ban was for the fans only?" Kirishima asked. "I don't ship anybody..."

"No, the ban is for everyone!" Bakugou said. "For her sake, we're not mentioning any 'shipping' for the rest of the panel." Bakugou briefly glanced at you. "No shipping questions and no shipping talk from these traitors. Or else I'll fucking 'ship' you to Africa."

"I slept fine by the way!" you said, cheerfully.

The next few questions were directed to the other Bakusquad members. You drank some water as you tried to calm down, wondering when you would be asked a question. Finally, a new fan stepped towards the microphone, his question addressed to Bakugou and you.

"Is it true that Dynamight and the new girl went to university together?"

"We actually did!" you said. "He was apparently the star quarterback on the university's sports team. Made headlines and everything. But we never talked to each other."

"It's a shame I never even saw you once," Bakugou said.

"I wish we would've met back then," you said, smiling at the boy. "Apparently you had a different haircut back in uni. Less fluffy."

"Think he would've had the same personality though," Kaminari said. "The same, awful personality."

"Shut your trap!" Bakugou snapped. "The question doesn't involve you."

"Hey, I was just kidding!"

Bakugou sighed. "Anyways, if we did meet back then, our channels probably would've turned out differently."

"Oh absolutely!" you said. "The audience may not know this, but Bakugou was a huge fan of my channel before we met. We both binged a lot of each other's videos like, all the time. And he actually modeled his channel after mine!"

Bakugou averted his eyes from you, embarrassed. Still, he didn't deny what you said.

"But your content is completely different..." Jirou said, twirling her hair. "Bakugou's never done tea time with his chat members."

"Not yet!" You wiggled your eyebrows at Bakugou.

"Not ever. Next question."

A few more fans passed around questions to various Bakusquad members before the final fan addressed you, one more time. It was one of the girls reading Bakugou x You fanfiction that you saw earlier.

"Not a shipping question, but what do you and Dynamight like most about each other?"

This question was definitely toeing the line of 'shipping', but you couldn't call it out. You didn't want to be rude to your fans. So you tried playing it off as a joke, with both you and Bakugou suddenly scrutinizing each other.

"Is there anything I like about this guy?" you asked yourself, stroking your chin.

"If you don't like me, why are you always hanging out with me? Huh?"

The audience fawned over your interaction with a suggestive "Ooooo!" You really didn't mean to flirt in front of everyone, but perhaps that was how they interpreted it. Even the fan at the microphone got excited.

"You're not gonna answer the question?" Bakugou asked.

"You first." You really had no idea how to salvage this situation.

Bakugou groaned. "I don't fucking know... I really love your hair. Happy?"

You cringed internally. Couldn't Bakugou choose a trait that wasn't tied to your appearance? You glared at him but he wasn't looking at you or anyone. The man appeared suspicious as all hell.

"Well I like your temper," you said, with a lackadaisical flick of your hand. "Makes it easy to rile you up for views."

The audience also fawned and squealed over that comment, which you didn't interpret as suggestive at all. You didn't know what ran through their minds, and you didn't want to know.

Kirishima leaned over and quickly whispered to you, "You're both really awful at this, you know that?" You couldn't even snap back a response without alerting everyone in the audience watching you.

"That's one way to fucking end things," Bakugou said. "We're officially outta time for Q&A."

"And thanks to everyone else who came!" you cried. "To the rest of you still in line, we're so sorry we couldn't take everyone's questions. We really had a lot of fun today!"

The rest of the Bakusquad thanked the audience and said their goodbyes. After the panel, your group stuck around to sign autographs and take photos with the fans. Bakugou held back unless you specifically joined him in the fan's photos. Otherwise, the boy was ready to call it quits with the panel event to explore the rest of the convention. Bakugou's eyes kept shifting back towards you every now and then.

Even after the panel finished, you wondered about Bakugou's comment. Was your hair really your best trait? Or was he hiding the real answer from the audience and you? You needed to know. After all, your own answer wasn't entirely honest. You didn't hate his temper and you did enjoy teasing him, but it wasn't your favorite trait of all time. The first positive thing about him that came to mind was his appearance, but blurting that out wouldn't have helped either.

Maybe you should've denied the fan's question entirely. Maybe you should've gotten media training prior to the panel. You didn't know.

The rest of the group split up to explore the other panels at the gaming convention. You found yourself alone with Bakugou in a courtyard close to the convention center, with fewer people around. Your heart skipped a beat.

"So... you like my hair?" you asked, a hand on your hip.

"Don't read into it," Bakugou said, quickly looking away. "I had to give 'em something."

"Couldn't you give them something that wouldn't feed the shippers?"

"You fed them too! Fuck, they would've been fed off of anything we do! If we stood next to each other, they'd assume we're married! Worry about it when we get even more famous."

"Guess so... Say, what was your real answer to their last question?"

"You're asking what I like most about you?" Bakugou folded his arms and grinned. "I dunno. Guess you're pretty cute when you're all worried like you were on stage."

You pouted. "It was a normal amount of nervousness! You were nervous too!"

"Not as much as you. Probably 'cause you helped calm me down earlier. I also love it whenever ya argue with me."

"That must be why you love pestering me," you said.

"Maybe... But if I'm being honest, there's a whole lotta other stuff I love about ya."

Bakugou stroked your face. You held still, not pulling away from him. The few other people in the courtyard didn't notice you two.

Bakugou gulped.

"So what was your answer?" Bakugou asked.

"My answer? Hm... It's probably your hair that I like most. Just so soft."

"Is that all ya like about me?" Bakugou looked at you, seriously.

"No, there's so much more than that..."

"...Guess we're the same."

Bakugou leaned in and kissed you, exhaling through his nose. His lips were warm like his body, somewhat chapped yet still inviting. His hand still cupped your face, tilting your head slightly so he could deepen the kiss better. Bakugou groaned into your mouth, kissing you like a starved man. You loved the kiss but you couldn't reciprocate with half as much pressure as he was giving; the boy wanted to immediately transform his first kiss into his first makeout session. His lips wouldn't waste this rare opportunity of getting to kiss you.

Bakugou pinned you against a nearby courtyard pillar while you were all too aware of the people nearby. You broke away from his kiss, the both of you catching your breath.

"You're lucky nobody saw that," you whispered.

"Don't care," he said, voice rough. "Wanted ya so bad."

Somebody turned towards your direction and you straightened yourself, trying to act natural. Bakugou followed your lead, scratching the back of his neck to hide his face from others. A few more people poured into the courtyard from the convention center and you couldn't resume your intimacy with an audience.

You pulled on Bakugou's arm. "How about we enjoy the convention center together? I promise we can save all that other stuff for later..."

"Oh we're definitely picking back up again later, dammit!"

Still reeling from his first kiss, Bakugou followed after you like a lost puppy. You spent the entire day with Bakugou. It honestly felt like a real date, though neither of you two said anything directly about your kiss. You didn't know where your relationship was. You didn't know whether you or Bakugou wanted to be public about your relationship yet.

Throughout the entire day, you couldn't get the image of you and Bakugou nearly making out from your mind's eye. You wondered if Bakugou was the same; he kept peeking at your lips every now and then. When he held your face with one hand, his fingers brushed dangerously close to the edges of your mouth. But you two never got another private moment to kiss with all these people around. Bakugou made sure to protect you and your privacy.

You soon reconvened with the rest of the Bakusquad. Bakugou certainly wouldn't spill any juicy details to them, instead acting cagey whenever the group members inquired on your time together. Over lunch and later dinner you two didn't have much alone time to yourselves. Bakugou kept trying to invite you somewhere more private, but you never got the chance.

It wasn't until nighttime that you saw Bakugou alone again.

Overnight, all of your members kept trying to prank and mess with each other while people tried to sleep, which led to no one getting any sleep at all. 

Bakugou was the best at staying unharmed, since he had his own bedroom as well as the only key to its lock. You were the only one allowed inside because Bakugou got you an extra key for his room.  

You saw the opportunity to strike, and you took it. 

It was late at night, far later than when Bakugou usually slept. Ashido and Jirou already caught you sneaking out of your shared bedroom, but they didn't stop you. If anything, they pushed you out into the hallway. It was very encouraging.

You knew that even though Bakugou wanted to see you alone all day long, he couldn't possibly stay up this late just for that. His old grandpa genes wouldn't let him. So you crept into his bedroom without issue.

Bakugou's room was entirely dark and you quickly closed the door behind you to prevent too much light from getting in. You snuck over to him and you could hear the lazy rhythmic breathing of his body. It was so cute.

You were dead tired from staying up this late, but you needed to prank him as this could be your only chance during the convention. You gave him one test poke. Bakugou moved and your heart leapt out of your chest, but he only rolled over to the other side of the bed. He still looked asleep. 

Frustrated, you got onto the bed to get back within poking distance of the beast. You giggled quietly as you prepared your real attack.

Then, Bakugou grabbed you by your waist. You shrieked and shrieked but he wouldn't let go.

You tumbled backwards and managed to turn on a lamp. His arms had an iron grip on your waist, alongside a devilish grin on his sleepy face, as he caught you right in the act. 

"Where do ya think you're going?" he asked, bags under his eyes. 

"How long have you been awake?" you asked.

"Since you opened the door. If you wanna prank me, don't make it so damn obvious!" 

He clung to you tighter, pulling you back onto the bed. Then he rose up on his knees, grabbed a pillow, and smacked you with it (softly). 

"Stop!" 

He smacked you again (softly).

"Hey stop!"

You grabbed the pillow before he could hit you and you both played tug-of-war with it. With your free arm, you grabbed a different pillow and them smacked his face with it, forcing him back. You sat upright, your new pillow locked and loaded. 

"Did ya come here just to kill me?" he asked, still grinning.

"No, but that option isn't exactly off the menu."

"What else was on the menu?"

You were about to answer his unanswerable question until you heard footsteps and a voice outside. 

"Who's making all that noise?" someone called out.

Both of your heads snapped to the front door, and you saw that it was still unlocked.

"You didn't lock the door!" Bakugou said through gritted teeth.

You shot him an apologetic look and rushed over to lock it properly. Once you did, you turned back to him, still wielding his hotel pillow as your temporary weapon-of-choice. But you didn't want to risk making anymore noise, not while there were still footsteps outside. And you couldn't return to your bedroom with people searching outside. So that left one option.

"You wanna actually sleep for once?" you asked, holding your pillow behind your back. 

Bakugou slammed his pillow back into its proper place. "That's what I was fucking doing before you arrived!" He looked a little nervous before he voiced his next thoughts. "...C'mon back over, if ya want. They might catch ya if you try to leave."

You walked over to him, shyly. He didn't take his eyes off you as you approached. 

Once you got near the bed you lightly pushed his shoulder. "Um, move please."

"Move where?"

"...Back to where you were originally sleeping..." 

He raised an eyebrow at you and then did so, climbing under the covers while scrutinizing you. "This is the only time I'll let somebody boss me around."

"No it's not," you said, smiling. You put your pillow back into its place and climbed into bed after him, with his eyes never leaving you. His eyebrow raised the tiniest bit the closer you got to him, his body stiffening.

"Hi." You gave him a small wave from your side of the bed, which wasn't that far from him.

"Fucking hello, I guess," he said, waving back. He gulped. "If you're comfortable with this, don't be so damn formal..."

He yanked you over (a little too quickly) to his side of the bed. You squealed. You were almost nose-to-nose now, your arms defensive against your chest but your face beaming up at his. He looked down at you softly, still gripping your arm a bit too firmly before finally remembering to release you. You both looked dead tired, and you felt it too.

"Thanks for sharing your bed with me so I wouldn't get caught," you murmured slowly.

"Thanks for stealing it from me with my permission," Bakugou said, groggily. Bakugou yawned despite himself and he looked even more tired afterwards. "Stay as long as ya want. I'd never kick you out, so you're safe with me. Don't ever feel like you need to leave." He poked the tip of your nose. "Just don't try to kill me in my sleep or whatever..." 

"No promises..." you said, your eyelids doing the same. 

Bakugou stared at you for a few seconds, as if contemplating his next move. Then, Bakugou tentatively pressed his lips against yours, his breathing a bit stilted. When you reciprocated the kiss, Bakugou pushed further with growing confidence, making sure to get his fill of love for the night before sleeping. Giggles bubbled out of you and you pulled away from his long-held kiss to peck his face several times. Bakugou grumbled then pecked your own face double the amount times you pecked him, just to prove a point. When he finished, he was staring down at you again, his eyelids drooping.

He looked at you like you were the most precious thing he'd ever saw.

"You're so pretty," he said, his voice somewhat slurred. "But are we actually gonna sleep now? Or what?"

He looked somewhat desperate, like he wanted you to say no. You weren't sure what you wanted.

"You tell me..."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, waiting for his next move. Bakugou stilled, his movements stiff as his arms wrapped around you in return, holding you even tighter than how you held him. Bakugou gingerly kissed you on the lips.

If your fans could see you two now, they'd have much more ammo for their fanfiction...

(The moment when you join the Bakusquad is based off of a real life gaming group moment, if anyone gets the reference! A lot of this story is based off of real life Let's Players but especially that part. Also holy crap it took me so long just to make this chapter, it got extremely long but I am satisfied with it for the most part!)

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Ok so everyone knows today’s Halloween special was fucking nuts, so I wanna share my thoughts on it:

!!!SPOILERS AHEAD!!! SCROLL PAST THIS AND GO WATCH THE S.A.M.S 2024 HALLOWEEN SPECIAL FIRST IF YOU HAVENT BECAUSE IT IS FUCKING PEAK!!!

Ok to start us off, I’d just like to say that the acting from Davis In this episode is amazing. I could genuinely feel the pain in sun’s voice as he begged for dark sun not to make him chose between nexus and moon, so kudos to Davis! You nocked it out of the park with the acting in this as always!

And on that topic, I’d just like to say that the moment dark sun asked sun if he now truly hates nexus doges the question is genuinely heartbreaking. Because there’s two ways to interpret it: one, that he does genuinely hate nexus and feels guilty for genuinely hating someone who he once called brother. or two, deep down he really does still care if even a little bit for nexus, which makes the fact that he has to kill nexus hit even harder.

Now I’d like to talk about the very interesting parallels between dark sun and nexus in this episode:

Nexus until the very end tried to escape is identity as a “moon”, but in the process went down the exact same path many other moons have gone down in his own way, by torturing his loved ones, especially his sun, just like many moons have before.

Dark sun on the other hand has basically done everything he could to successfully make himself everything BUT a sun, but still clings onto his identity as a “sun”.

To quote him exactly: “I’m sun. I’m every sun that you’ve ever met, that you ever will meet, that you’ve never met and will never meet. I’m you, I’m me, I’m sun.”. Now, while yes, he is technically correct, he still has the body and origins of most, if not all suns. But the moment he killed his moon and combined his own intelligence with his moon’s, that universe’s sun died. Both literally and metaphorically. He combined his code with his moon’s so therefore he is now technically an eclipse-, but also the moment he let his intrusive thoughts and desires win, the real sun died and nothing but an empty husk wearing his face remained.

To quote eclipse from the very first season of the show, sun’s a good person, but he wants to do so many horrible things. Key-word being “want”.

Despite everything, despite all of his horrible thoughts, he never acts on them. Nor any other sun rather than dark sun. We all have intrusive thoughts and feelings that can make us feel like disgusting human beings, but we almost never act on them. The sun could burn all of us up in an instant, yet it remains millions of miles away and gives us nothing but light and warmth. THATS what makes our sun something more than just a close by star. THATS what “being a sun” means in this story. Therefore because dark sun has given up caring for those who surround him, because he finally burned so bright and hot he let all around him fall to ashes, he can never truly consider himself anything but an average star again.