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saltymongoose · 10 months

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ohh my goodness. i've been waiting to send these until requests were open bc i wanted to hear ur thoughts.

might be a little silly, but consider: matching outfits. player gathers clothing materials!! and coordinates outfits one day on missions!!!! even makes props!!! hijinks ensue. idk if this had already been disscussed before, but thank you for your time and consideration, ily. you are so cool <<3333!!!!!!! everything you make is so scrumptious!!!!! <33

Omg, thank you, this is so nice of you!!! :D ❤❤❤❤ I love this art so much, you have no idea - the way you portray the boys here fits so well (as always lol). And the memes too omg!! I can't even put it into words to be honest with you, these are just excellent. I do feel slightly bad for that random grunt though, something tells me they'll be sleeping with one eye open after seeing that lmao.

(Also, thank you so much for the compliments too of course, you're far too kind. (˶⸃ ⴰ⸃˶)♡ I could say the same to you btw; your art is always just *chef's kiss* perfection.)

Anyhow, I've actually thought a bit about this scenario before, but this just inspired me, so I wrote some short hcs for you. Hope you like them! <3:

The Player Matches Outfits with Them ft. The Main 3 + 2BDamned

(TW: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior)

- [2BDAMNED] -

2BDamned knew that you had been working on a little project - one that you tried to keep as secret as possible. He was curious, but not enough to encroach on whatever boundary you set regarding it. All he knew from your rather lackadaisical explanation was that he'd be very surprised when he saw. And, well, he was.

The first conscious thought in 2BDamned's head is the question of how you've managed to make a mask that looks so similar to his without borrowing the original. It's really spot on; the seams are in the exact same place, and even if yours has to have been configured differently to fit your more human facial features, the silhouette is exactly the same.

(In the end, he concludes that you simply must've studied his appearance for a while to truly replicate his mask, which makes him feel almost giddy in a way he might've deemed embarrassing before meeting you. But now he's just overcome with happiness that you were obviously interested enough in him to do this.)

He openly praises your skill in sewing, knowing that grunt clothing is ordinarily much too large for you. And you'd notice how the fondness he holds for you seeps into the words, his gaze lingering on you in a way that left you feeling warm.

If you could see underneath his own mask, you'd be able to see the smile he was unable to bite back as well, and the flush that he'd try to will away otherwise. And while he is incredibly impressed (and happy) at what you've managed to put together, he will mention that you could also borrow his actual things once in a while, if you feel so inclined. He just happens to think one of his own jackets might suit you too.

(Of course, he doesn't miss the chance to lean real close to adjust your mask as he says this either, just to fluster you even more. You really have no idea how cute you are, especially looking like this.)

- [DEIMOS] -

A full minute of unintelligible sputtering leaves Deimos' lips the moment he sees your new outfit, and you laugh at the way his face goes bright red. When you said you had a surprise, this was one of the last things he expected.

Luckily for him, he's able to quickly gather his composure, and his excited ramblings turn into smooth flirts that'll leave you blushing instead of him. Expect all sorts of comments about how cute you looked dressed up like him, and praises about how you look even better in his fit than he does.

He insists on taking a ton of pictures together, and you can bet he keeps his favorite in his wallet. (It's one of your faces smushed together as you both grin at the camera, making a heart with your hands.)

He considers this a total power-couple thing; matching shirts are so low-effort compared to this, if anything it shows you perfect you are together. Although there is one thing he'd help you change from your original DIY version of his outfit - those sheet-metal dog tags you made can't compare to the real thing in his opinion, so why don't you just use one of his instead?

Also, don't think he won't take advantage of the fact that you both are the only ones with headsets. Even if yours isn't functioning (because let's be honest, finding one in working condition would be difficult), he'll fix it up quickly just so he can talk more directly to you during missions. And whenever else he wants to, to the irritation of the other three.

- [SANFORD] -

Sanford would consider his outfit to be fairly standard, but he recognized that you were emulating him the moment you slid the sunglasses on. And he couldn't stop the goofy smile from splitting his face when he realized it either, not even attempting to hide his amusement at what you've done.

(He only gets visibly happier when you 'threateningly' brandish your wire hook in his direction. You really put a lot of thought into this, didn't you?)

While Sanford has the amount of restraint in him to not openly brag about you doing this, he can't deny the rush of satisfaction he gets from seeing you in what is an unmistakable homage to him. If you look closely, you'll see him straighten up in pride whenever you come into view. (It's almost like preening, really. If he weren't so flushed, perhaps you'd think it to be more of an ego thing, but no.)

Although, he does show a little bit more concern about some aspects of your outfit. Like your boots, for example; he can't count the number of times he's gotten blisters while breaking in his own, so you should expect him to ask you if you need any plasters (or help bandaging yourself as well).

(If you decide to accept his offer, you'll find yourself questioning whether he ever officially trained as a medic before. He surely has the gentleness befitting of one, shown in how he carefully cleans your wounds and softly applies the ointment, his calloused fingers gently smoothing over the plasters on your Achilles heels afterward. Although you have the slightest suspicion that this tenderness from him is known only to you.)

Sanford will also make it part of his routine to pluck your glasses from your nose and clean them after he does his own. Afterward, he'll slowly lean in when he places them back on you to make sure he doesn't poke you in the eye. Neither of you mention that you could do it yourself, or that his decision to slide them back onto the bridge of your nose himself was highly unnecessary. Maybe he just does it to get a better look at the way you blink up at him and blush, or perhaps it's for some other reason, who's to say? Either way, you have no complaints.

- [HANK J. WIMBLETON] -

Your laughs are muffled under Hank's hands as he cups your face, tilting it up to look closely at you. His excitement at your new look is almost palpable; you can easily tell from how he's shaking and hurriedly looking over, his gaze never stopping on one spot for longer than a second. He just wants to take in everything about your new look, is all.

He'll almost insist on doing a mission with you wearing it, not only because the idea sounds fun to him (with his love of carnage and all), but also because it provides an excellent opportunity to rub in everyone else's faces that you chose to copy his outfit. Not theirs.

In a way, he also becomes just a tad more doting than usual. He busies himself with dusting you off, and adjusting your goggles and the lapels of your coat whenever another skirmish is finished. It's his way of checking you over and making sure your hard work wasn't damaged either.

(Plus, he'd hate it if this instance of you copying him was cut short because of some worthless grunts' attempts at harming you.)

You'll catch him sticking closer to you than usual too, and he does so for multiple reasons. First is that he just prefers to be near you whenever he can anyway (the warmth of your presence is one of his favorite things, and it gives ample opportunity to show off around you), but now there's also the fact that your outfit will freak out your enemies. As you can imagine, he enjoys that immensely, and what better way to improve this experience than to have his Player join him?

In a way, Hank also sees this as a sort of 'claim' you've put on yourself too. Wearing your significant other's clothing is kind of a thing with some grunts, and while he knows they aren't really his clothes, there's still some of that same sentiment there that makes him purr just a bit louder whenever he sees you in that new outfit of yours. It tells the world you're his in some way, even if not officially. So why wouldn't he be happy about that?

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depraved-gf · 6 months

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PART 1 OF 3.5 [PREMATURELY ENDED]

**There will be no more updates unfortunately. I've been ghosted. :(

MASSIVE TW'S: CNC, STALKING, RAPE FANTASY, ETC ETC. Basically if you are triggered by intense, dark kinks or sex, please do not read. I do not censor words.

*tagging under #repressedh0e's adventures

Aight so, I can't tell anyone else this because they'd probably call the cops lmao, but I know I can tell y'all freaksss about what happened today. Essentially, I'm being VERY marinated in a cnc stalking scenario for the very first time... Finally! And according to him, it's going to be a very slow burn for anticipation.

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So, I've been talking to this local guy for a lil bit that's very, very much into cnc just like I am (and y'all, he's a whole FOOT AND 2 INCHES taller than me, and has the biggest fucking cock I've ever seen. I'm not even lying - this man is going to rip my little, only-had-sex-with-one-person body to SHREDS). Once we both got a good vibe, we moved towards more kinky territory, talking about safe words, limits, and scenarios for when we eventually meet. He then asked me to send a single photo outside of my bedroom window, and promised he'd find me.

Intrigued, I sent it. I can see my city from my window. Beautiful, really.

But within 15 minutes, he sent me a live snap of my apartment building with the caption: Found you, princess. After losing my shit (in a good way), I confirmed it was my building, and he said he actually lives really close by.

I suspect you're in a corner apartment, 2nd or 3rd story, I'm not sure yet but I'll figure it out. I say nothing. I'm not giving any hints. I'm impressed by his perception at this point. But I am, in fact, on a corner on the 2nd story. How will you figure that out? I ask in innocent curiosity. All I get back is a 🤫 emoji.

And then, maybe 3 hours later, I get a random snap - a chat that simply says, I have a question, Isa. I told him to shoot, go ahead and ask!, and again, he simply asks:

Do you have a fan in your window?

I freak the fuck out (again, in a good way), and confirm that, um, yes... I enjoy the cold, and why do you ask?

About a second goes by, and he sends a live snap of MY 2ND STORY BEDROOM WINDOW with the caption, You can't see me, but I can see you.

How the FUCK this man was able to tell it was my window in a fully wrapped around 6 story apartment building, just by the angle of my one photo, was astounding. I was truly perplexed.

I then get another ding before I can truly wrap my brain around what was happening.

Turn your light off.

I do as I'm told.

I then receive a live video of my bedroom window, with the light shutting off.

I freak out a third time (y'all already know I'm soaking by now), but I realize I couldn't see him. There were 4 cars a little ways down the street, parked in the night. Any of them could've been him. None of them could've been him. I can't see you.. Is all I managed to type out through trembling fingers. It was so intense, and I was so turned on, I barely knew what I was saying at this point.

His response: Good. Let's keep it that way... For now.

Not long after as I'm continuing to try to look into any and every vehicle, I receive a live video. It's him stroking his massive cock in his car with the caption, You know what I want.

Y'all. When I say I about came undone, I MEAN IT. My heart is pounding, my pussy and inner thighs are both absolutely drenched. The moment is so thick with sexual tension, and I'm so entranced in it, I could've sworn I saw god at that point lmao.

But I continue looking out the window, my light still off so I can see into the night. But nothing. All is still. And finally, the car in the very front down the street slowly drives away.

About 5 minutes go by, and it feels like a lifetime, before I receive a chat: You're so close to me. I'll be watching. Waiting. Checking on you every time I go out. Stroking my cock outside your apartment until the day I can finally tear those holes apart.

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Y'all, I... have been dreaming of living out a stalking scenario since I started becoming interested in sex as a teenager. I begged my ex, and while they were into cnc, it was never like this.

Never in my life did I ever imagine these scenarios to be so intense in real life. It's so damn different when it's really happening. Intense, I use that word a lot but there's legitimately no other way to explain it. Exhilarating, even. Psychologically it fucks with you, because you truly never know when they're looking at you. He could be outside right now as I'm typing this, stroking that huge cock, thinking about raping my holes, and I genuinely wouldn't know it. And it turns me on so, so much.

I absolutely cannot wait to see what else happens. 🫣

***DISCLAIMER: yes, I'm being safe!! I've told my roommate and another good friend all about him/the entire situation and the man was of course good with that as well. I'm very willing in this situation, and incredibly aware of any red flags that could arise, pls don't worry<3***

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liaarxse · 11 months

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Ow!...oops

Headcanons

How would TR boys react to you hitting them after they scare you

Characters: Souya (Angry) Kawata, Nahoya (Smiley) Kawata, Manjiro (Mikey) Sano, Ryuguji (Draken) Ken

Warnings: Jumpscare you won't see, fluff, humor(?)

A/n: I accidentally scared myself and came up with this. Please give me ideas I don't have any🙏🙏

Souya Kawata

Baby boy

Literally didn't mean to scare you

Scared himself

He was just running to leave school since Toman had an urgent meeting, and you just HAD to walk the same corridor at the same time.

Screamed when he took a turn on the staircase and saw you

You screamed when he screamed

And punched him.

😟....

Say sorry rn.

I mean it.

Literally was about to cry.

"Why are you crying????"

"I'M SOWWY– (y'all remember that manga panel LMAO) I DIDN'T MEAN TO SCARE YO–"

"SOUYA CALM DOWN"

If his brother finds out

Lol

R.i.p

You will be missed

Just give him kisses, and he'll be fine

Also give him bonus cuddles

Just because he's Souya <3

Nahoya Kawata

Not baby boy

Mf did that on purpose

Made you watch a horror film

At his house

Late at night

With a storm happening

🤡

Asshole? Asshole.

Watched the movie 3 times to remember when the jumpscares happen

Probably pissed himself 5 times whilst doing so

When one was about to happen, he excused himself to go to the bathroom.

Bathroom my ass

After like a minute of being gone, he quietly creeped behind the couch so he could scare you EXACTLY when the jumpscare occurred

Managed to do it

You got so scared when he grabbed your shoulders that with all your strength, you grabbed him by the arms and flipped him over your head on the ground in front of you

Near broke the damn coffee table

He was like "😃....😧"

His smile dropped

"Y/n what the fuck."

WDYMMM

Then he got up and sat on the couch next to you

"...."

He started laughing

Kick him in the balls pls

Manjiro Sano

Now this

This is bullshit

Didn't even feel bad about it

Y'all we're just laying in his bed

Minding your own damn business

When he decided

"Your business? Nah, mine."

He screamed

Yep

Out of nowhere, he let out the most blood curling, teeth gritting, toe gripping scream you heard

You screamed too

Y'all were probably screaming for a solid 5 minutes before Shinichiro- Oh wait, he's dead - Emma came up to shut your mouths.

He had the worst smile plastered on his face

You punched his dick

Full on

With all your might

He screamed

Again

And you laughed

Who's the asshole now?

Ryuguji Ken

Man how do I start here

You don't even know why he did it

He doesn't know why he did it

"I wanted to have some fun."

Did you pull that excuse out your ass?

Probably

You were sleeping peacefully

An angel in his eyes

But he didn't give a fuck

Put on the cheapest, most fake ass clown mask he could find and stood in front of you

Leaned a little too far and lost balance

Fell on top of you

You woke up from the air being knocked out of your lungs

You looked at him

He looked at you

"Y/n—"

Bam boom

Punched him right in the nose and ran away

He removed the mask and ran after you

Jokes on him you were standing behind the door with a bat

BAM

Right in the head

"DRAKEN?!"

You're the reason he's dead.

#nahoya kawata x reader #tokyo revengers #x reader #nahoya kawata #draken #draken x you #tokyo revengers sano manjiro #mikey x reader #souya kawata #souya x reader #smiley #smiley x reader #angry #angry x reader #manjiro sano x you #ken ryuguji #ken ryuguji x reader #headcanon #tokyo revengers headcanons

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the-traveling-poet · 27 days

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Coffee Shop

The day had finally arrived; in which you would meet your idol for a late lunch at a local cafè. And what a head rush just the idea of such a thing gave you.

Amidst the not so subtle interrogation and polite pleasantries passed back and forth between the two of you over tea, the spark that had started this whole ordeal grew into that of a flame.

A flame he seemed to take and run with…

Pairing: Actor!Levi x Fan!reader

Warnings: modern!au, language, fluff

Taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe @pelicanpizza (if you’d like added to the taglist for Levi Fic updates, just DM me!)

A/N: The long (somewhat maybe?) awaited pt. 3, finally posted!

I took much, much longer in completing this than I wanted to. But life happens; losses, injuries, illnesses, grievances…the list goes on. But since my motivation came back, I’ve returned to my most passionate hobby; writing Levi fanfiction. I would have finished this sooner but the added feature of the BOOP got me distracted for a full 24hrs lmao.

In this fic, I added in my own mix of hc’s for the sake of modern!au, and Levi’s a little OOC but…It’s a modern AU and I can do what I want :p

So without further ado, enjoy!~

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2

The day had come….

Steeling your nerves, you took in a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. The door stood closed before you, and only a gentle tug would open it up to the cafè inside; yet you paused with your hand hovering over the silver handle.

You’d already peered through the shop’s windows to see if he was here yet, and concluded he wasn’t. And with the lack of some shiny, expensive looking car parked near the curb out front, you figured you’d beat him here. You were early, after all. So why couldn’t you just make yourself go in and have a seat?

Relax, you thought to yourself as you finally grasped the handle in the palm of your hand. You’ve gotten this far already, you can’t mess this up…

Walking into the rather aesthetic looking cafè, you looked around with bated breath. The cafè was small, but very pleasing to the eye; menu boards written in cursive print above polished countertops, floors spotless and organized, windows without a single speck upon them.

Even the scarce customers sat strewn about the tables seemed poised and of a higher class than you were used to seeing on a daily basis.

Suddenly, you felt just a tad under dressed.

Shaking the thoughts away, your eyes continued to study the room around you, until you were met with the steady gaze of a man sat a table at the back wall of the cafè. And oh, how those silver eyes always managed to captivate your entire attention; in person even more so than from through a screen.

Stiffening your posture where you stood, you shook yourself out of your daze with a mental slap in the face.

“Shit…” you whispered, shuffling your feet forward to approach his table. Of course he would be early and beat you…to being early.

Once you stood only a foot away from his table, Levi took a stand. After subtly looking you up and down, he reached out and pushed back the chair opposite him and gave you room to take a seat, after silently motioning to hang your coat up on the back of your chair for you.

With a whispered thank you, you shrugged off your coat and let him place it on the back of your chair before scooting you forward and then returning to his own seat.

“You’re early,” you blurted out after he sat, still in a bit of a daze.

“I’m always early; though, I’m surprised to see you’re twenty minutes early. I’m impressed.” He commented softly, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on your ever shifting eyes.

Once you managed to hold eye contact with him, you noticed the worn leather jacket hanging off the back of his chair, contrasting the grey turtleneck shirt he wore. The look was quite dashing on him, and you had to refrain yourself from blurting out this observation.

“You’re extra early,” you pointed out, taking a moment to look out the window to your right.

“I didn’t see any overly expensive cars outside, so I had assumed I’d beaten you here.”

“I always am. And, didn’t drive my car,” he answered plainly as he too looked out the window. Before you could ask, he was already pointing to a sight just near the curb. Perched on its stand near the window was a bike; sleek black and shining in the dull spring sunlight.

“That’s the bike you drive?” You nearly gasped, ogling over the bike. Sure, you’d learned enough about him from your obsessive research to know he rode. But never once had you seen the actual bike he owned.

“No, stole it from a man a couple blocks back.” Levi scoffed, but not aggressively so. When you looked back over at him, he seemed more curious than sarcastic when he looked over at you from the corner of his eye as he continued to face the window.

“Though, I never told you I rode.”

Realizing you’d soon be found out about your obsession into his personal life, you decided to downplay the fact you knew with an absent smile.

“Oh…well, you mentioned it once or twice in interviews. I’d never seen the bike itself, though.”

“I seldom post to my socials, unless one of the guys naggs me to,” he shrugged, picking up a menu off the table previously stacked by the rack of simple condiments lining a thin rack at one edge of the table.

“You seem more informed about me than I had assumed you’d be. Are you one of those fans who obsessed over and took to heart every interview and discarded show clip they can get their hands on?”

Gulping down you nerves, you hastily waved your hand in a dismissive manner.

“Oh pftt, no. I just…liked the show a lot, and had some free time to binge its content.”

He regarded you with a deadpan expression, as though not fully buying your half truth. But after raising a brow, he seemed content to let the matter sit.

“Well, either way, it’s nice to be out of the spotlight for a bit and unwind. I’m still surprised with myself that I gave my number out to a fan, but…I can’t say I regret it after this past week. You’re entertaining.”

“Is…is that a compliment? Or should I take offense to being generalized?” You smiled, also picking up a menu to look through.

“Which would you prefer?” He hummed, already seeming to have decided what he wanted, as he folded his menu back up and set it aside.

“I’ll take it as a compliment. A compliment from my favorite actor seems nice,” you hummed, beginning to loosen up a little more now that conversation had moved along.

Levi only hummed thoughtfully, peering over the top of your menu to see your crinkled eyes as you scanned along the cursive print. Unbeknownst to you, he made sure.

By the time you decided and set the menu aside, a waitress came along to jot down your orders. Listing off the tea and pastry you desired, you glanced back at Levi, who had yet to speak.

“I’ll take the black tea. No sweeteners, please. Thank you,” he said softly, briefly looking up at the waitress with a nod.

The waitress sent him a dazzling smile, loitering by the table a moment longer than was needed, before scurrying off towards the kitchens behind the front counter. With a snort, Levi resumed his attention towards you.

“I have a funny feeling there’s not much about me you don’t know. Am I right? You seem the type to do your research.”

He murmured, propping his chin onto his hand as he leaned ever so slightly closer across the table towards you, with his elbow supporting him on the table top.

Blushing, you opted to stare down at the napkin holder to your right.

“That-that may not be true-“

“How old am I?” He interrupted, with a brow ever so slightly raised in amusement.

“Twenty five…but that’s common knowledge to anyone who has access to Wikipedia.”

You huffed, crossing your arms as you defended yourself.

“I suppose so. That was a silly thing to ask…alright then, I’ll test you further; what was my favorite shoot?”

“The ‘Royal Government arc’,” you answered immediately. Too fast, you realized, only a moment too late.

“Alright then, something not related to the show…What’s my cat’s name?”

“Eros,” you sighed, already knowing you’d lost. “But to be fair, you’ve brought up your cat numerous times in interviews-“

“Keep digging sweetheart, you’re just burying yourself further here,” he hummed, a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

“Alright, alright…So I may have gotten a little obsessed.” You murmured, feeling your cheeks burn a tad hotter than before as you finally admitted to his claims.

“To the show, or my character? Better yet, perhaps me?” He lifted his elbow off of the table and leaned back in his chair with crossed arms. And for a moment, you could have sworn he was teasing you. It worked in flustering you, if that had been his angle. But before you could finish stuttering out a response to his cocky claims, he flashed a minuet smile your way.

“I suppose you do know quite a lot about me, so I’ll ask my own questions. Ones I didn’t ask over the phone already.” He stated calmly as his boot nudged your foot under the table.

Ceasing your poor attempt to stutter out any form of defense, you nodded with an embarrassed sigh.

"Alright, that sounds fair." You murmured, mentally bracing yourself for any kind of question he might throw your way.

Seeing your compliance, he started firing off his own questions.

It nearly felt like an interrogation; like last weeks interview role’s had been switched on you. Only, he wasn’t so shy in asking what he pleased.

Your place of employment, your college major, your pastimes, family, social life. Hell, he even asked for your favorite arcs in the show and which of the scenes he starred in you liked the most.

By the end of it, you’d relaxed significantly and opened up more than you had expected to. And in turn, he became a tad more expressive himself.

“Ever rode a bike?” He asked after finishing his cup of tea, with his unoccupied arm resting over the back of his chair as he raised a brow. His sudden curiosity threw you off a bit.

After calming down from a fit of giggles from his previous question, you raised a brow his way.

“No, I cant say I have.”

With a tilt of his head he regarded you curiously, as though coming to a a silent decision with himself. After a brief span of silence he sighed and placed his hands in his lap.

“Well…Perhaps I could make an exception and allow you to ride with me. I could use a backpack.”

“An exception? To what rule?” Furrowing your brows, you regarded him curiously.

A backpack? What rules?

Hiding his slight smirk with a tilt of his head, he replied; “The rule I have against anyone touching my bike. I’d hate for it to get dirtied or scratched, but I’m sure you’ll be carful.”

“You’re asking me if I’d like a ride?” You murmured, suddenly feeling as allert as you had the moment you wanking into the cafè. With a nod, he confirmed your suspicions.

“On your bike?” You asked, incredulously.

“Unless there’s something else of mine you’d like to ride?” He replied with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Though after just a moment, he cleared his throat and looked away.

“I’m sorry, that was a bit…abrasive.”

“No! I-Id love to!” You grinned, unable to help but stare once more out the window towards his bike as you discreetly hid your blush.

“I’d be down for any kind of ride.”

Now it was his turn to appear surprised and maybe a tad flustered, for the first time this afternoon. He opened his mouth, then abruptly closed it; eyes darting about the table between you. Suddenly, two feet of table never felt so far of a distance before.

With a grunt he stood, taking his jacket in hand as he reached into his left pocket.

“Well then, unless you have plans this afternoon…My bike and I are free.”

Biting at your lip, you also stood.

“No, I’m free. If…If you’re offering.”

“I was under the impression I was doing more than that?” He grumbled back in responce as he fumbled out his wallet. Catching his movement, you went to do the same. That is, until his slender fingers wrapped around your wrist at your waist to stop you.

“Ah ah, I proposed this meet up. The least I could do is pay.” He scoffed, a click of his tongue to follow. Though you attempted to disagree, he placed your hand holding your wallet back into your back pocket; much to your stunned surprise.

“I’ve got it,” he whispered, placing down a check on the table top. Only seconds later, you found yourself standing outside near the curb, watching him mount his bike. And oh, what a sight that was.

Unexpectedly he pulled out a secondary helmet, similar in appearance to his own. Taking is hesitantly, you fumbled with the chin straps as you took a step closer to the bike as it roared to life.

“You just carry around a second helmet?” You questioned uncertainly as he reached out his hand to you.

“No…Stopped by a store before arriving here,” He mumbled, his voice becoming more muffled as he adjusted his own helmet. Swallowing down your growing nerves and hiding a grin behind the helmet, you allowed his hand to guide you into the spot just behind him.

Suddenly, he revved the engine, causing you to startle, only slightly. One look around the smaller bike showed you there were no handle bars to hold onto, causing your eyes to flick to his expectantly.

Oh shit…

“Well? Hold on, else you’ll go flying off the back.” He rolled his eyes before pulling down the visor of his helmet and slipping on a pair of leather gloves. Doing the same, you gave a nervous nod.

Hesitantly you reached out, your arms barely grazing his sides as color filled out your cheeks. With the noise of the bike revving, you missed the way he groaned to himself.

“Fuck’s sake…”

Suddenly the bike jolted forward, sending you crashing forward into his back with a muffled gasp of shock.

Behind the tinted visor, Levi allowed himself a smirk and a satisfied hum, as he used one of his gloved hands to hold yours into place at his abdomen.

“Like I said; hold on, stubborn brat,” he called out, barely turning his head to see you. Though you couldn’t make out every feature of his face through the shield, you gave a shaky chuckle and nodded back; tightening your grip around his middle. He was quick to look away, before fumbling with the kickstand and shifted gears a second time.

As he skillfully merged into the lane, you raised your chin up just slightly over his shoulder.

“Where are we going?” You called over the wind as it gradually picked up speed.

“I figured around a couple blocks; unless you have another idea?” He called back, still able to hear you surprisingly well.

You thought on this a moment, before an idea struck you. Humorously, you called back.

“Well, unless you have another photoshoot this evening, there is a nice city park a few blocks up.”

You never heard a response from him, until he pulled you both up pulled to a stop light. He raised the visor of his helmet after putting down his kickstand once more and raised a brow over his shoulder towards you.

“A park, huh? I can do that…but I’m taking the longer route.”

“The longer route?” You questioned uncertainly.

“The highway, yes. Wouldn’t you like for first ride to be memorable?” His eyes seemed to sparkle as he spoke.

“So long as you don’t kill us,” came your mumbled responce. Yet he seemed to hear it, as he only rolled his eyes.

“Don’t you fret, princess. I wouldn’t let my first ever passenger fall off or become injured. Cant let our first date become our last.”

“First date?”

He merely chuckled at your sudden squeak as he turned to face you better.

“Unless you’d rather not call it that. Would you rather this be considered a VIP backstage pass?”

Your heart twisted and flipped pleasantly in your chest as you quickly lowered the visor of your helmet once more to hide the expression of bewilderment on your face.

“You’d go on a date with a fan?” You managed to croak out just as the light turned green.

Tugging down his own visor once more and lifting the stand, he hummed thoughtfully before reviving the bike.

“I gave my number to one, didn’t I?”

Holding your hand tight to his chest, he used his free hand to push forward, rushing through traffic as you gradually increased speeds. All the while his hand stayed on top of yours, until the need to pull away became undismissible.

And you didn’t dare to let go. Not now, nor ever. Especially if he was promising a second date…

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moumouton4 · 10 months

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THE WAY YOU WROTE GENYA WAS UGGHH *CHEF'S KISS* WE ALL KNOW THERE AIN'T ENOUGH GENYA CONTENT EVEN AFTER S3 CAME OUT 😔 so can I request hcs or a part 2 please? 🙏😭 It's totally fine if you won't! Have a great day! <33

Not So Repulsive After All || Genya Shinazugawa x fem!reader

Part 2 : The Beginning Of Something Before Taking The First Step

A/n : Hello my dear one I really hope you're gonna like it as much as the first ! 😍 But seriously the first was so good nothing could be better in my opinion lmao 🤣 This one was a bit harder to write but I think I managed. Also shout out to my little sister. Whom I read and the first part told me how Inosuke was put on the corner lmao 😂

Including : Tanjiro Kamado, Inosuke Hashibira, Giyu Tomioka, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Mitsuri Kanjori ( in description )

Part 1 : First Meeting 🔫

There will be a PART 3

Summary : Now that' you've recovered you're ready to start training again. In the last part Genya accepted to come with you. So will it be just like a training or more like a date. Well only time will say.

Warning : Fluf fluff fluff

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I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 3151

After this Genya zoomed to his place. He couldn’t help nor understand his heart from beating this fast in his chest even way after you left. When he sat at the table with his brother he didn’t even manage to finish a whole bowl or rice and vegetables – let’s hope Tanjiro doesn’t learn about that – nor was he able to look his brother in the eye anymore.

When it was time to get to sleep it was the same thing all over again. Lying in his futon, his gaze fixated on the ceiling above he couldn’t help overthinking the training session he was going to share with you tomorrow. His brain was working fast as he repeated the scene in his mind again and again.

“You’re the one who proposed so that means you wanted to spend time with him, right ? And maybe get to know him better ? WAIT ! Was this a DATE ?!?” he thought startling back up. He carefully walked to the bathroom, mindful not to wake Sanemi up. Once in the bathroom he stood in front of the mirror. He sighed at the sight of his hot face. Damn it, you weren’t even there ! Why was he acting so dramatically ?!? He then bent forward and gently splashed some cold water on his burning face. Hoping it will grant him the fresh restart he needs to be able to actually go to sleep.

But once he was back in his futon, he couldn't stop the thoughts from swirling in his head. What if he disappointed you anyway ? What if his lack of breath control would cause him to make a fool of himself in front of you ?

He tried to reassure himself as best he could, telling himself that since you'd just come out of convalescence, you must not be in the best of shape, but he couldn't help putting himself down, thinking that in any case, at least you had mastered a breath unlike him. After a little more time worrying, he finally fell asleep.

The next day he got ready with trembling hands due to an anticipation that reflected his excitement at spending time with you alone. He picked up his katana and guns and strapped them firmly to him before snapping his fingers when he remembered he'd forgotten something. He stepped back and retrieved two small cloth handkerchiefs to soak up any blood that might drip from his nose. Better to be prepared for the worst.

Unsurprisingly, when he arrived at the training ground, he was alone. Of course, he'd taken at least 15 minutes to calm down when he got there. As he waited, he shifted from one leg to the other, occasionally playing with the hammer of his pistol or shooting at some rocks.

Just when he thought you weren't going to show up, he heard you shouting in the distance, waving your arms dramatically - it seemed that Zenistu had turned on you.

"Hey hello ! Sorry I'm late !" you shouted in the distance as you ran at full speed towards him, nearly stumbling several times because of your lack of training due to your injury, but you got where you wanted to go.

Once you were in front of him, out of breath, you spoke up "I'm sorry ughh I was held up again by Inosuke, who wanted to ask me to duel, but I told him I was already taken and I ughh ran off"

In front of you, Genya half-listened to what you were saying, a light pink color beginning to appear on his cheeks as you moved in front of him. At the mention of Inosuke he snapped awake "I-I will go talk to him" he said in a voice both firm and trembling.

But you stopped him by shaking your head - this time deciding not to touch him for fear he'd refreeze like the day before - "Don't worry about that, I think the person who caught him earlier gave him a hard time. Let's start training instead !" you said happily, drawing your katana.

As his eyes fell on the azure-blue blade of your katana, he completely forgot to ask you who the person who had taken care of Inosuke was ( and you can guess who it was ? 👀 ).

He only nodded to let you know that he was ready to start your training together. You start with an intense warm-up to get you back in the saddle after 3 weeks off the bike. Stretching, a few sets of muscle-building exercises, field laps to gauge your endurance... everything you could think about.

And all the time Genya - whose face was particularly flushed compared to the simplicity of the exercises for him - couldn't help glancing at you. First, because you were so so pretty, and second, because he wanted to make sure you never overdid it for fear of re-injuring yourself.

A short break was needed at the end of the warm-up so you could catch your breath before the real training. Since he wasn't talking much by himself, you decided to strike up a conversation "So, Genya, what's it like to be the brother of a hashira ?" you said in a gentle, genuinely interested tone.

He held his breath for a split second when he heard you addressing him. The gears in his brain were turning at full speed to find something that wouldn't be awkward to say "T-that's great" he mentally slapped himself "I-I mean it's really gratifying a-and I'm proud of it" he caught himself trying to meet your gaze as he spoke. But when he saw that your eyes were fixed on his face he couldn't help another wave of red spreading across his face.

You continued to talk unaware of his special condition "I bet you're really strong ! He must have taught you a lot" you beamed.

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck when he heard your praise "I- well... not a-as much as him" he replied in an almost quiet voice.

Thinking he was humble you continued "I've seen the way he treats training dummies. I just hope you're not going to send me flying through the air with a big gust of wind too" you chuckled.

"I could never do that" he said this time without stuttering. The words came from the depths of his heart. Even if he'd had the power, he'd never have risked it anyway.

But you understood his answer as a question of ability and replied "Really ?But breathing styles run in the family, don't they ?"

But that's when he tensed up and jumped up from the bench you were both sitting on. Your eyes followed his every move, waiting for him to speak.

The stutter in his voice returned like a galloping horse, "I-I can't... I mean... w-well" But you cut him off by standing up as well "Just breath okay. I'm sorry I shouldn't have assumed anything. If you want we can go back to training ?"

He tried to answer but the words stuck in his throat. Genya was getting fed up with himself. How was it possible for someone like him to be in this state of inability to speak ?

He grabbed his hair and grunted - but not screamed - "Raggh I don't... I don't have any breathing style. I couldn't master it" he finished his sentence almost in a whisper. You could see disappointment in his beautiful eyes and decided to take a step towards him.

Putting your hand on his shoulder, you spoke "Hey, I think that makes you even braver than the others. You're going out there and kicking demons' asses without even using some kind of powers"

Listening to you, he couldn't help but feel the warmth spreading in his heart. A shy smile settled on his lips as you continued to speak "You know Tanjiro told me that you were a great help back then in the Swordsmith Village. If I made it out, it's partly thanks to you because I was knocked out long before the main fight started, according to what he told me"

He chuckled sheepishly "W-well I did my best" but he couldn't help feeling that he was hiding something important from you. Like the fact that he could momentarily become a demon if he consumed their flesh. He was glad Tanjiro hadn't told you. Giving him the choice of revealing his secret or not. Contemplating the idea, he decided not to mention it for the time being, thinking that you'd find it disgusting or worse, that you'd get scared and decide to stay away from him.

Your voice brought him out of his thoughts "If you like, I'd like to see how you fight. I don't suppose you've got a katana ?" you said, breaking the contact between your hand and his shoulder.

"Y-you'd like to see ?!?" he said almost in disbelief - he also wished your hand had stayed where it was.

"Well yes ! It's a fighting training isn't it ?" you chuckled.

"Y-you're right" he finally said "C-come with me" he said walking to an improvised shooting range behind the bamboo forest ( All the dirty minded people there I'm seeing you lmao )

You walked through the green walls on a path you hadn't taken since your arrival at Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters.

After about 10 minutes of walking in silence, a shooting range came into view. The area was much smaller than the others training ones, but more than enough for one person. As you got closer to the targets, you could see that they were all hit in the center, and multiple times.

"Do you train here alone ?" you asked softly, as if you'd just stepped into a sacred place. He nodded, his face still a little flushed. He was getting used to having you around.

"Yes, a little every day" he replied.

"I can see that you're good. I can't see any target you haven't hit the center of already" you said surprised.

"T-thank you !" he said feeling a wave of warmth on his face but before he could - embarrass himself - say anything more you asked "Can you give me a demonstration ?"

His eyes widened. What ? You were willing to see him shoot ? "Y-yeah I can s-show you some tricks"

Once on the shooting range, he took a deep breath. This was his chance to show you what he could do. And with that he pulled out the guns he had on him. And he turned back to you to see if you were at a safe distance. Then he started shooting. And each bullet that went off would nestle right in the center of the target, then move on to different objects at different distances. Even the objects he threw into the distance couldn't resist him. He shattered them one by one with a rapid rate of fire that would not have given an enemy a chance in a deafening roar.

Once he'd finished, and as the last sound of the explosion fading away. While his guns were still smoking, you could hear that he was breathing a little raggedly. Yes, it took a lot to shoot as quickly and accurately as he did.

He almost fired - not at you - when your cheer broke the almost perfect silence of the shooting area "Wooooooow bravo ! That was so impressive Genya ! Are you a real marksman ?"He waved his hands in front of him "N-no far from it... but it's true that I-I train a lot" he said sheepishly.

Suddenly he saw you fidgeting with your fingers "Would you trust me with it to let me shoot ?" you asked shyly. What again ? Were you so interested that you were willing to give it a try ? He stood dumbfounded for a few seconds, as if time had stopped.

When he didn't answer, you stuttered "B-but you don't have to of course. It's not a big dea-"

"Y-yes I'm going t-to put a new t-target" he said and a second later he was rushing to install a brand new target for you. He quickly explained how to proceed and not to turn around and point the gun at him. When he handed you one of his precious guns, your fingers brushed and he felt a spark of electricity on his finger, making him bring his hand quickly to his side.

One thing he still didn't know was how familiar you were with guns, and as you began to shoot, it was clear to him that you knew what you were doing. You hit the target right in the center 2 or 3 times. Without looking back, you asked him "Could you send a target or two into the air for me, please ?"

His eyes widened as he picked up some sort of Frisbee and, after approaching you, threw it into the air. Once again you impressed him, hitting almost all of them. It had been a long time since you'd fired a gun, after all, long before your battle wound.

Once you'd finished, you blew the smoke out of the gun and turned to him, gun pointing down, before handing it back "So, how did I do ? I might be a little rusty" you chuckled softly. You really wanted to get an overview of such a great shooter.

Except that when you turned around he had his back to you. You didn't quite understand and called out to him, "Genya ? Are you all right ?"

"Y-yea yeah j-just give m-me a s-second" he asked you, busying himself with his face. The Shinazugawa was reaching for tissues to wipe away the blood that had flowed from your performance. Gosh you looked so hot. How was this even possible ?

When he turned around, you eagerly held out the weapon he'd kindly lent you. He took it quickly without looking you in the eye, and then put it away. When you looked up into his face, however, you couldn't help noticing the small piece of handkerchief that protruded from his nostrils "Erm are you okay ?"

The poor flustered boy, who'd been speechless for a second, didn't even have time to reply when another voice roared out of nowhere "Y/n !!!! I've heard your call to battle throughout the domain !"

"What are you talking about-" you said in disbelief. The boy in the boar mask continued, running towards you at full speed "I accept your challenge and we're going to fight in sweat and blood until we die. To establish the new king of the mountain-"

Genya reacted at full speed, his arm going in front of you to protect you from Inosuke's assault "Back off !" he growled, nearly knocking one of the papers out of one of his nostrils. He quickly put it back, wiping away the drop of blood that had run down.

"Get out of the way, it's just the two of us-" but he didn't even have time to make a single move when someone stopped him. You recognized him, it was the man from earlier. The one who had agreed, thanks to Tanjiro, to help you get better at your breathing technique. He appeared behind Inosuke and struck him on the back of the head with the handle of his katana. The boy collapsed to the ground unconscious, as his mask rolled off, revealing his silky blue hair and oddly angelic face.

You and Genya looked dumbfounded "Don't worry, Tanjiro will come and get him" said the young man with black hair and a two-tone haori jacket in a very monotone voice.

Then he resumed "I'm counting on you not to be late tomorrow" you could only nod frantically as you looked at the Water Hashira standing in front of you "Very well. Have a good evening" he said and finally left.

Genya for his part was stunned "Y-you... he's going to teach you ?!?" he was so impressed and surprised that he almost lost his stammer.

"Well it looks like it. I still have to thank Tanjiro for Tomioka-san's willingness to take me on as an apprentice" you said, watching Inosuke on the ground before turning your gaze back to Genya. He saw your hand come dangerously close to his face "You've got blood there" you said, wiping the blood from above his upper lip.

Suddenly he grabbed your hand, the air thickened around you for a moment. All he wanted was to bring your body closer to his own, although he felt totally powerless against you "Ah, I've finally found you !" a voice beamed from the forest. He immediately let go of your wrist as Tanjiro walked in your direction. Once there he gave you a big smile before picking up Inosuke who had been forgotten on the ground "I tried to keep an eye on him Y/n I swear but he rushed off when he heard the shots"

"It's nothing Tanjiro, don't worry. But I'm beginning to think I'll end up doing this fight. At least to tell him I'm not trying to take over his territory" you laughed.

"I hope you trained well today, because tonight Kanjori-san is inviting us to a feast" he exclaimed. You couldn't help the smile that spread across your lips. You liked the Love Hashira so much. You'd finally found someone who loved good food as much as you did. She was always so kind and expressive. You couldn't wait. But you couldn't go just like that.

"Genya, would you honor us with your presence tonight ? Please ? Pretty please ?" you asked, making puppy dog eyes. And how could he resist you when you looked so adorable "Y-yeah sure" he smiled feeling his heart swell at the idea that you still wanted to spend time with him.

Tanjiro smiled proudly as he saw you walking along the path towards Mitsuri's house while he carried Inosuke a little behind. He was really looking forward to seeing how your relationship would evolve in the end. And even Mitsuri seemed to sense the bubbling feelings between you when she saw you both coming. And of course she couldn't help but give you a bone crushing hug. Causing another wave of blood to flow from Genya's nose.

Bonus :

"Y/n-chan you have blood on your haori" Zenitsu said pointing at your shoulder.

You chuckled before taking a tissue and wiping it "It happens more than you think"

On the other side of the table Genya was for some reason choking on his... erm nothing because he didn't eat. He only came for you. But at least you had a good evening and for him that all that mattered.

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍨🍗 Again my requests are open 🥐🥗

A/ n 2 : My sister also reminded me that Genya and Sanemi didn't talk to each other anymore and that Genya wanted to become a Hashira just to be better than his brother. I totally forgot and that's so sad. I hop to see them draw closer again in the future. Please no spoilers 🥰

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Gamer Girly - part 3

part 1 • part 2 • part 4

A/N I deadass think I was feral writing this I’m so fucking obsessed with Suguru it made it hard to even put words , sorry if it’s not good lmaoo. Actually I think it’s really bad so I’m sorry lmao

MDNI 18+

cw: smut, tipsy sex, alcohol, cigarettes, oral, fingering, cream pie, getting walked in on, daddy kink, praise kink

Geto lends a beautiful hand attached to a muscular arm to help you up from where you stumbled and you both are at a loss for words.

“I can’t believe it’s you” you manage to speak up.

“Yeah that’s crazy, I’m sorry again are you okay?”

“Yeah yeah I’m fine just drank a little too much” you blush.

You finally dare to make eye contact and notice his red eyes. Him and Gojo definitely finished that blunt before they came. He’s wearing a black tee with faded black denim jeans and white Air Force ones. His hair is half up half down with a little bun, contrary to the bun he sports on a typical stream.

As you regain your composure from your tumble he still holds your hand that he helped you up with and proceeds to shake it. “Well not the way I was hoping we’d meet but none the less it’s a pleasure,” he mumbles and a tinge of pink creeps across his cheeks.

“Oh, erm, yeah! The pleasure is all mine!” You squeak out nervously as every single memory of you obsessing over this man replays in your head. You grab a pack of cigarettes out of your back pocket at the same time you see Geto lighting his own.

“A good girl like you? Smoking darts?” He raises his eyebrows teasingly.

“Oh shut it you don’t know anything about me,” you roll your eyes and put the cig in between your soft pink lips, “just give m’ a light,” you mumble with it in your mouth.

Geto leans in and cups his hand on the outside of your face to block the wind and uses his black lighter to engulf the end of the cig. His eyes linger on your lips hugging around the cigarette and the way your eyebrows relax after your first smoke. His eyes go down to your cleavage that you weren’t aware was showing until now.

Geto takes another drag of his cigarette quickly looking away as you look up at him. You smirk to yourself knowing you caught him looking. After a few more minutes of comfortable smoking silence, he speaks up.

“You look better in person than over FaceTime.”

He is still keeping his stoic, not interested persona, but you notice the way he barely smirks at you.

“Thanks… you look very similar to you since I watch you every day.” You internally roll your eyes at your embarrassing sentence and throw the butt of your cigarette on the ground, stepping on it. “Can I buy you a drink? My friends here are big fans of yours if you’d be willing to meet them?” You smile hopefully and grab his hand pulling him towards the door to go back inside. Geto finally cracks a smile at how silly you are and responds, “fine, but I’m not signing autographs.”

You roll your eyes at him as you settle in line at the bar. You notice his hands half in his pockets, god his hands are so big. You gulp thinking about what they would feel like touching your body. You snap out of it when he lifts his hand up to yours, confused. He is trying to compare the size of your hand to his, “Sorry I saw you were staring, I didn’t know how else to get your attention.” He states awkwardly as the tips of his fingers curl over top the tips of yours.

Approximately double the size. His hands are TWICE as large as yours. You smirk at him but keep your mouth close still not wanting to spill something dirty. Just then the bartender gets your attention and you order a vodka cran and look up to Geto for his drink. “Whiskey sour please.”

“A man of taste I see,” you joke with him and hand the bartender your card. He shakes his head and smiles down at you. “You sure do talk a lot when you’re not behind a screen.”

You pout and roll your eyes playfully as you both sip on your new drinks.

“Let’s go meet those friends of your,” Geto says putting his hand on your lower back while walking behind you. You weren’t sure if it was an accident but his finger tips seemed to brush and rub against your exposed skin sending goosebumps up your spine.

You approach the table of your friends with Geto and Utahime looks like she’s about to pass out. “Oh my god y/n, what the fucking fuck is going on?” She questions, but you just shrug and blush, “I bumped into him outside?” Haibara and Utahime, although starstruck, introduce themselves to him and are asking too many questions about his gaming. You notice the way Yuki’s eyes linger on Geto’s hand on your back before making eye contact with you and then looking down at her drink.

“SUGURUUUU!” You hear someone shouting across the bar. Geto turns his head to see his white haired friend shouting. It is a little comical how they are the two tallest people in the bar so they can see each other above all of the crowd. He waves Gojo to come over and you can’t help but stare at how gorgeous this man was. Wearing jeans, a white tee, a flannel over top, and vans, this man looks the stark opposite of Geto.

Gojo eyes you as he approaches the table. “Is this our new little mod for the stream?”

Geto shakes his head and chuckles “Yes Satoru she’s the one I was on FaceTime with earlier and she’s been a very loyal fan for a while.” You look into Satoru’s blue eyes to shake his hand and he returns the favor, but his eyes also seem to be looking at Geto’s hand which is STILL resting on your back, neither of you in a hurry to remove it. The group you’re with proceeds to talk about video games and twitch streams now that two local celebrities are in their presence. You start to zone out a little, the alcohol and cigarette definitely having an impact on your functioning. You sway to the music, 3005 by Childish Gambino playing in the background and finishing off your vodka cran. Geto smiles down at you and leans to whisper in your ear, “mind if I dance with you?”

Instead of responding you grab his hand spinning around and pulling him closer towards the music. You stop with him standing behind you and you’re feeling awfully bold so you grab his hands placing them on your hips. You smirk up at him as he bites his lip looking down at you surprised.

Your hips start swaying with his feeling the front of Geto’s muscular body touching up against you. The feeling of his tshirt riding up a little to feel his abs against the part of your back in between the bottom of your crop top and the top of your skirt makes you feel feral for this man.

You can’t believe within 3 hours you went from finding out he went to the same school to grinding on him. All the Stars by Kendrick Lamar starts playing and Geto seems to be into it just as much as you. Deciding to shoot your shot you turn around to face him, with his strong hands still on your hips. You motion ‘come here’ with your finger to get him closer to your face, pretending you had something to tell him. Rather that speaking in his head, you gently pressed your left hand to the right side of his face and closed the distance between your lips. His surprised demeanor quickly faded, wrapping his arms fully around you now. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach ramping up and getting horny instead of being cute little butterflies. Just as he enters his tongue into your mouth you’re interrupted by cat calls, whistling, cheering, etc from your table of friends plus Gojo.

They just saw the whole thing. You cover your face in embarrassment as Utahime, in drunk fashion is motioning “👉🏼👌🏼” to you but little does she known Geto can also see what she’s doing.

Your face is bright red by this point but Geto looks calm cool and collected as ever. “Want to go out for another smoke?” You ask up to him shyly, reaching up with your thumb to wipe off a little bit of smeared lipstick off his lips. He doesn’t respond, just nods and smiles before looking over to Gojo and winking, as you hold his hand walking fast to find the back door.

You sit down on a bench outside pulling out your cigarettes again as Geto sits next to you. “Sorry if that was embarrassing I got a little bold in there” you say not making eye contact.

Geto sweetly says “hey, look at me. It was good.” He looks gently into your eyes as you lift your head. His left hand with an unlit cigarette comes to cup your cheek and jaw as he gently kisses you again, this time with no friends around. Just other strangers minding their damn business. The kiss deepens and his grip on your cheek becomes stronger as you whimper into his mouth. He takes that opportunity to begin to explore your mouth with his tongue, tasting a mixture of sweet cranberry juice, cigarettes and whiskey.

You pull your lips away with your forehead resting on his still, his hand now dropping from your face down to your exposed thighs.

“Come home with me?” You beg. You can’t even hide it, you want him so bad. “Please,” you whisper in his ear teasing him with your lips on his earlobe right next to his earring. He groans and smirks, “you’re going to get me in trouble.”

“Cmon we can smoke while we walk, let’s just go.” You say standing up, moving to stand between his manspread legs, pulling the hair tie out of his little bun and running your hands through it, slightly tugging at the ends. “Please, I’ll beg if I have to.”

You watch as the look in Geto’s eyes goes from infatuation to lust and a darker look takes over as he goes from your eyes to your lips, your neck, your cleavage, and finally down to your tight denim skirt. He gulps and you watch his Adams apple bobble and decide to take this opportunity.

You pull him up from where he’s seated and start to walk out of the bar through the back entrance so you don’t have to pass by your friends again. “Wait - Satoru I can’t leave him.”

“He’s a big boy, just text him.” You say confidently.

“What about your friends?” He asks.

“They won’t even notice I’m gone,” you roll your eyes and giggle. “Now cmon! Please don’t make me beggg” you whine to him.

He pulls out his lighter and his phone and starts walking, lighting your cigarette first and texting Gojo. You tried to give him privacy of texting guy stuff as you started walking just a few minutes to your apartment. His phone continuously buzzing you decide to sneak a peak, I mean his brightness is the whole way up and he’s not being inconspicuous.

Oh god, your face turns red and you immediately regret looking and try to pretend you didn’t see anything when he looks over to you.

—

When you get up to your apartment you don’t waste any time getting to know Geto better. He sits on the couch and you offer him whatever he may need, turning on the tv (thin walls and you don’t want your neighbors getting curious). You deliberately choose to straddle his lap, facing him. “Please tell me if I’m being too forward, but I want you to fuck me so unbelievably bad.”

Geto licks his lips and chuckles a little, moving his hands to sit on your hips. The dirty thoughts running through your head won’t stop, thinking about riding him like this, thinking about what feels like a bulge growing beneath where you’re sitting but you might just be drunk and making things up.

“Are you sure hun? You’re a little drunk and I don’t want you to regret anything.” He winks at you as if he already knows what’s going to come out of your mouth.

“God, I’ve had a crush on you for like a year I’ll be damned if I regret shit.” You blurt out starting to grind against him while your skirt creeps its way up.

“Such a dirty girl, princess. Tell me what you want.” He moves his hand to your face, holding it and running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Well,” you start as you reach your hand under his shirt to feel his abs and pecs, “I want to see and touch your whole body, and I want to suck your cock and make you feel good, and then I want to do whatever you want me to do.” You whisper the last part, leaning in close to leave kisses all over his lips, cheek, jaw, moving down to his neck and collarbone. He lets out a deep breath putting more pressure on your hips as you subtly grind on him. God the bulge you hardly noticed before is definitely there now.

“Fuck Princess, I didn’t know you had such a thing for me.” He says in a deep rushed voice, moving this take his shirt off. You find a dragon tattoo on his left pec muscle and begin to kiss and lick it “c’mere,” he whispers and engulfs you in a passionate kiss again, reaching down under your skirt to feel your panties.

Your face blushes at how wet you’ve already gotten kissing him but he just flashes you a cocky smile, “all for me?” He asks.

“Yes Geto all for you” you groan as he begins to rub your clit through your black lace panties.

“Call me Suguru princess, we’re on a first name basis now.”

“Fine, Suguru.” You take your shirt off as he slips his pointer and middle finger under your panties to directly rub your clit and your soaked hole.

“God you’re so wet” he mumbles leaning into your neck and newly exposed upper body to give you kisses. He sucks on the sensitive spot below your ear which makes you let out a particularly needy whimper.

“Please Suguruuu I need moreee,” you whine. With his free hand he undos your bra leaving love bites and kisses and sucking all the way down your neck and chest. Your newly exposed nipples harden and your hole clenches around sugurus fingers as he begins to suck and tug on your right nipple. His free hand moves all over your body needing you, like this is his only opportunity. You reach down to start to undo his pants as he’s still thrusting his fingers in you.

“What do you wanna do next Sugu?” You look up at him with innocent doe eyes, and even though he knows you can’t be that innocent he still falls for it. He moves you off his lap so you’re laying down on the couch as he takes your skirt and panties off.

He lets you finish undoing his pants and start to take them off leaving just his hard erection inside his black boxer briefs.

Suddenly you get nervous realizing how actually massive he looks standing next to you. You reach up to rub his shaft through the soft fabric as his fingers make contact thrusting into your needy cunt again.

Soft whimpers and moans fill the room above the noise of the tv. You pull down his boxers to reveal the most perfect dick you’ve ever seen. It’s neatly trimmed with a few veins and a pretty top begging to have the pre cum sucked off. You lean towards him asking, “may I?” Sticking out your tongue and opening your mouth wide. “Sure princess,” using his hand that isn’t occupied creating pleasure for you, he grabs the base of his cock and taps it on your tongue. From there you start the work and begin kissing and licking up and down his shaft and tip. He smiles down at you and thrusts his fingers into you harder. You take his whole tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around holding eye contact with Suguru making him let out a soft moan. As your mouth takes more of him in he softly praises you with the sounds of your cunt gushing around his fingers in the background. He rubs your clit in small circles with his thumb as you begin to pick up speed sucking up and down his shaft.

“Deeper baby,” he tells you and you begin to take as much of him down your throat until it hurts. You moan around his cock feeling yourself getting closer to your high. He keeps praising you, noticing every time he does your pussy clenches around his fingers. “Gooood girl, you’re taking me so well” and “that’s it, you look so pretty with my cock down your throat”.

As you get closer to your own orgasm you take him out of your mouth and begin using your hand keeping the same rhythm you had with your tongue. Now that you aren’t muffled, he hears just how loud your moans are, making his cock twitch. “Cum for me pretty girl,” he coos to you, holding the side of your face and looking to your eyes as his fingers pick up speed. His face and praise is all it takes you so push over the edge, clamping down and releasing on his fingers repeatedly, arching your back off the couch moaning “Suguruuuu”. That’s all it takes for him to get close to his own orgasm, with your hand still jacking him off as his warm cum lands all over your face and tits. The way he throws his head back and twitches when he comes is so beautiful, you’re already horny for him again.

He gives you both a minute to rest before he makes an effort for round two. He takes his thumb and pushes the cum that landed on your face into your mouth. You suck all his cum off his thumb and moan as you taste it.

“You’re so beautiful he mumbles” standing up to grab a towel and some water you sit up admiring his naked physique walking around your kitchen. “I could get used to this view,” you say blushing as he turns around to look at you, cock still hard. He makes his way back over to you with two water bottles and a little dish towel as he wipes off his remaining cum from your tits and face. You both drinking your water as you find yourself crawling back on to his lap like you were originally.

“Suguru, can I please have you inside of me?”

“Well, I can’t say no to such a pretty girl that asked so politely. You were such a good little slut cumming on my fingers so I think you deserve it.”

Your cunt clenches around nothing at his words as you let out a slight whimper.

“You like when I talk dirty to you don’t you, a little praise kink perhaps?”

“Yes sir,” you answer back quietly looking away from his eyes.

He shakes his head and uses his hand to move your head to make eye contact with him. “You like calling me sir hmm? What about daddy? You like being a submissive little princess?” He smiles at you still holding your face. “Yes daddy,” you say even quieter from the last time.

“Please don’t be shy babygirl you’re about to have my cock in you, and you’ve been doing soo good for me tonight.”

You gain some confidence from his words and lean in to kiss him again, rubbing your bare heat on his erection. He helps you adjust to get ready to slide down on his cock and rubs the tip across your clit and teases your soaking little pussy. You take the initiative to start riding him slowly sinking down until you can’t go anymore.

“Fuck, y/n, oh my god” he borderline whimpers your name turning you on even more.

His fingers definitely helped you get ready for his huge dick but nothing could’ve prepared you for what has to be the biggest cock that’s ever fucked you. Your walls are so tight around him, you feel him everywhere inside of you touching all of your weak spots.

“Shit daddy,” you moan, watching his eyes dilate at the use of the term. It made him so horny he grabbed your hips and started fucking up into you, taking over the work.

“Princess, be a good girl and take it okay? I’ll do the work for you” he says in between thrusts.

“Yes sir,” you moan back out of breath from how hard he’s fucking you. God you can’t believe you’re fucking the guy you’ve gotten off to with your vibrator for 9 months and had such a huge crush on.

Suguru catches one of your bouncing tits in his mouth suckling and looking up at your blissed out face.

Just then through the sounds of smacking skin and loud moans with the tv still playing, you think you hear a faint knock. You assume it’s someone knocking on your neighbors so you go back to minding your business. A few seconds later a very drunk Utahime busts into your apartment and you gasp as suguru tries to cover your tits for you. Luckily with the way your living room was set up she could only see your face and your tits but the back of sugurus head.

“Utahime! Get out!!” You screeched at her, a slightly less drunk Haibara stumbling in to retrieve her. He sees your less than covered chest and tries his best to get your blabbering friend out. As the two of them finally leave and close the door you are on the verge of tears embarrassed and look down to where sugurus cock is still in you.

“Princess it’s okay it happens, don’t be embarrassed.”

“I know I just feel like this is payback because I walked in on them earlier today.”

Suguru lifts you off his lap, his cock springing to hit his stomach still be rock hard despite the altercation. He walks to your front door and locks and deadbolts it so no other interruptions can take place.

“Hey, y/n, it’s okay, Princess, let me bend you over and make it up to you?” Suguru softly says in your ear as he stands behind you making eye contact with you through the mirror in your living room.

As awkward as you feel you’re still insanely horny and say “whatever you want, daddy” winking to him in the mirror. He lets out an animalistic like groan at your words and bends you over the side of your couch so you both can watch him fuck you.

“Be a good girl and take it, ‘kay?” He coos as he prods your entrance with his tip again. Your soaking cunt welcomes him back so warmly which has him cussing and moaning. You never thought that this man would be moaning over you, gently holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail kissing up your back and your shoulders and neck.

You get snapped out of your cute thoughts as his hips pick up a relentless speed, his tip kissing your cervix every time. You watch his body in the mirror seeing the way his muscles flex every single stroke and the look of lust in his eyes as he watches where his dick goes in and out of you stretching it. “Baby can I take a video please you’re taking me so well,” he whines making eye contact with you in the mirror.

It’s like he already knows your answer before it reaches your tongue, “whatever you want daddy.”

He reaches to grab his phone off the coffee table still holding your hair back as he begins to record, he makes you look at the camera and shows you in the mirror before panning down to show your nicely trimmed holes and the way you stretch around his cock. He lets go of your hair, allowing you to arch your back more and putting your face against the couch as he uses his free hand to spank your ass cheek. “So…submissive… and breedable..” he says in between each slapping noise. Your cunt clenches hard at the last part. “Shit, you’re squeezing me so good, you want me to cum inside that bad?” By this time you are a needy moaning mess only being able to get out “y-yes sugu- plea-“ as your eyes water up from a feeling of euphoria. You reach a hand down to rub your clit to help you reach your high, making small circles and gripping onto the couch for dear life with your other hand. “So-close-“ you gasp still getting the shit pounded out of you. “Yeah that’s it, good girl. Mhmm I want you to cum on daddy’s cock. Cmon princess I know you have it in you,” he keeps up his praises pushing you over the edge, clenching and unclenching around his cock as white cream covers his shaft. The feeling becomes too much for him as his thrusts lose their rhythm and his hips stutter inside of you as he stops moving. You gain the feeling of being full as suguru groans and moans into you. He waits a few seconds before pulling out and showing the camera the way his cum looks inside of you and watching it spill out onto the floor.

He ends the recording, immediately picking you up in his arms and taking you to the bathroom. You hadn’t tried to walk, but if you did you probably couldn’t. He looks down at you kissing your forehead and asks “was everything okay? Was I too rough, did you like it?” A look of concern on his face as your makeup is smeared and your cheeks bright red with little hickies all over the upper part of your body. You look like he just put you through the war.

“Yes sugu, it was great,” you wrap your arms around his waist hugging him. He smiles as your nickname for him and rubs little circles on your back with his thumb. “Do you wanna shower and sleep over? If you want? I totally get it if you want to go home..” you ask awkwardly looking anywhere but his eyes. He doesn’t respond but let’s go of your hug to reach around behind you and turn on the shower. I guess that is his answer.

He sees the makeup wipes on the counter and takes one out to begin taking your makeup off and cleaning you up. You can’t help but feel like he must pull mad bitches if he knows how to use makeup wipes. By the time he is done the water is properly warmed up and you both hop in. It is a good size shower just for you, but with you and a taller than average muscular man, it is a little tight. Your bodies pressed together as he wets your hair and his, grabbing your fancy shampoo to wash both of you. He grabs your coconut body wash and loofa to start washing your body and god he treats you like you’re so delicate. making sure to get your armpits, underboob, and gently using his hands to massage your tender pelvic area, making sure to clean out any extra cum that was left in there. As you wash out the shampoo and wash your body he washes his body with your same body wash. You switch positions with him this time as he rinses off, you grab your conditioner to put in your and his hair.

You blush and smirk thinking about how the Suguru Geto is going to smell like your conditioner and body wash. You both finish showering and you hand him an extra towel. You head into your bedroom for the first time since you returned home this evening and handed him some over sized tshirts and sweatpants you have.

“Do you have guys over so often you keep men’s clothes here?” He asks in a joking yet almost jealous tone.

“No I like wearing big clothes to sleep and when I have no where to go,” you respond pulling out an equally big tshirt for yourself, getting dressed in that and a pair of panties. “Besides, I don’t have guys over, this is uh pretty uncommon for me.”

You both have your hair wrapped in towels to let it dry, sitting on your bed going through your phones. You see a few texts in a group with Haibara and Utahime apologizing profusely and freaking out over the fact that you fucked Geto. You tried to hide your screen but it was no use, the Dana he had already been read by him. They said they left an im sorry gift outside of your apartment so you get up to go check your front door. Sure enough there is a medium pizza that they must’ve drunk ordered an extra for you.

“Suguru, we have fooood” you say as he joins you in the kitchen area. He joins you and you two eat some pizza while chatting about small talk things, acting like he didn’t just blow your back out. After you’re done eating and cleaning you both head back to the bedroom crawling in bed.

“Can I be your big spoon?” He asks ever so politely as you nod “I thought you would never ask.” He scooches close to you, both of you smelling great with wet hair and wraps his arm around your waist.

“Have you really had a crush on me for a while?” He asks quietly.

“Uhm..yeah. But I don’t want it to seem like I’m obsessed or a stalker I just have thought you were really nice to look at and I loved watching you game.” You try to be as confident as you can as you respond.

“Have you ever touched yourself to me?” He whispered into your ear. Just then you look up seeing your vibrator still on the nightstand in clear view.

“Fucking Christ,” you mutter to yourself embarrassed. “Yes I have. Is your ego bigger now? Do you ask every girl you sleep with that?”

He seems taken aback by the attitude in your answer. “Hey Princess, don’t get defensive. I don’t have a lot of girls over either.” He strokes your hair as you think maybe, just maybe, I have a chance with him. Or at least to be friends with benefits.

You fall asleep only thinking about him. His seed that was in you, his clothes on your living room floor, his arms hugging you tightly, his hair smelling like you.

“Goodnight, princess,” he whispers and drifts off behind you.

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dr3amofagame · 3 months

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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Dream sneaks into Pogtopia to see Wilbur

woo! managed to finish this in time. kinda unedited and kinda a mess but i've missed writing these guys; i'm deeefinitely in need of more practice to get c!wilbur's voice down, but hopefully this can be the start of me writing some more fic set earlier in the timeline, LMAO.

thanks @elmhat for the awesome event!! been epic to see people's submissions and i cant wait to see this continue. ur awesome <3

c!dream meets up with c!wilbur to tell him about a change to their plans | 2.3k words

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<Dream> be there in 5

The communicator in Wilbur’s hand casts a pale glow onto the palm of his hand, the only light he has to guide him as he paces the length of the hollowed-out room; it’s dark, zombies groaning somewhere outside, the dead singing their songs, shuffling through underbrush in the belly of the forest that surrounds Pogtopia. The air is musty in their little dugout, a claustrophobic awning of stone carved into the side of a hill, well-shadowed even during the day, the darkness swallowing the wan light of the comm in his hands now. He can barely see the floor underneath him as he walks, shuffling steps forward and back, ten paces each. He presses his hand against the wall, turning to the entrance and standing still.

Phil always had a whole thing about light, Wilbur having grown up on lectures about light levels and spawn-proofing and the dangers of leaving cavities unlit while mining, had grilled him on different ways of keeping a room from becoming a death trap. Carpets, half-slabs, glass. How many times had he been warned of the danger presented by surprise creepers and dark corners?

Phil had never been much of a fan of explosions.

The main server is mostly well-lit, but the secrecy demanded by revolution effort means that the forest surrounding Pogtopia gets much darker. Not that he’s in the main ravine at the minute–with the amount of people coming and going as of late, Dream had wanted their meeting to be in a slightly more discreet location, and Wilbur had agreed. It was easy enough to slip away with Technoblade once again off to do his own thing and Tommy having run off to find Tubbo, and Wilbur had managed to arrive to the room sufficiently early before sunset to prevent himself from getting ambushed by mobs.

He slips his hand into his coat pocket. Chekov’s gun is smooth and cold against the palm of his hand, polished wood and metal. He smooths the pads of his fingers down the barrel, over the trigger. He leaves it, pulling out a half-empty pack of cigarettes instead. His lighter provides a clearer view of the room, still empty. Dream is late.

Dream is usually late, then again–it’s expected, really, with the way he runs around the server, always busy, always chasing down those plans of his, smart man that he is. Dream likes his secrets, his mystery, mask and armor all made to keep his cards close to his chest–Wilbur can hardly fault him for it, god no. Dream has what he wants, just as they all do, all of them tripping over themselves in their ambition, crabs in a bucket, the pledges to help the revolution coming from each one that jumps off of Schlatt’s sinking ship. He breathes in deep, smoke coating his lungs with tar.

“Wilbur?”

Light throws itself into the room from the entrance, rippling wildly as the fire on the end of Dream’s torch burns, casting wild shadows over his mask as he squeezes himself inside. Despite his armor, he has an uncanny knack for moving silently, cloak and hood pulled low over his head so that only the edge of the painted smile is visible. The torch is raised higher, moved left and right as Dream surveys the contents of the room around them. Wilbur smiles and tips his head towards him in greeting.

“Dream, my man. How good to see you again.”

“Wilbur…” Dream’s voice trails off. His head turns from one side to the other, making another anxious sweep of the room before refocusing on Wilbur, his hand moving to pull his hood down and then run his hand through his hair, having been pressed flat by the heavy fabric. The blank face of his mask stares back at Wilbur, tilting to the side like a confused dog as he shakes out his shoulders. “We…need to talk.”

“Well? I’m all ears.” He gestures at himself, leaning against the wall of the room. Dream turns to look over his shoulder again. His armor glimmers, the light of the runes on their surface made more obvious in the dark. He bounces on the balls of his feet, reaches up once again to tug his fingers through his hair.

“It’s important.” No shit, Wilbur almost says, because for all that Dream might think that his mask hides everything he’s thinking, he’s never quite been as guarded with his body language as he might hope; the anxiety rolling off of every jerky movement is enough to set Wilbur’s teeth on edge as it is, never mind the long silences and hesitation, but he’s not stupid enough to think that that would get him anything resembling an answer. Instead, he raises an eyebrow, smiles wider, and spits out another curling thread of smoke.

“You’re an important man. I should hope so.”

Dream pauses at that. His head does that tilt-thing again. “...alright.”

“So? What is it? Do tell.” Has Dream decided to go against him? Perhaps. His enthusiasm with regards to their plan is more unpredictable than Wilbur had expected, sometimes perfectly willing, sometimes hesitant to agree to much of anything. But he had agreed, nonetheless, had provided the TNT that Wilbur has set sprawling underneath Manberg’s main stage; cold feet, now, would be rather unprecedented. Still, it’s Dream–very little can be discounted when Dream is in the picture, Wilbur knows. He places his hands in his pockets, thumbs hooked over the edge, pistol brushing against his fingertips. “I hate to push, but the suspense is killing me.”

Dream takes another second, then reaches behind his head. Wilbur straightens where he’s standing, suddenly curious, as he removes his mask.

He’s seen Dream without it only a few times–all able to be counted on one hand, this one included. The light of the torch illuminates his face from the chin up, cast shadows highlighting the contours of his skull, the contours of his cheeks, light catching under his brows. His features are delicate in a way that still surprises him, a smattering of freckles over the nose of his bridge made visible as he raises the torch higher. Dream’s eyes are a little wide, a little bloodshot. He bites his bottom lip, blinking twice in quick succession, eyes darting over the walls and then back to Wilbur’s face.

“Schlatt called me. For a meeting earlier.”

“Schlatt?”

“He knows about the TNT.”

Wilbur blinks. “Well, fuck.”

“Look–Wilbur, look.” Dream makes a little move with his hands, shaking them out by the wrists. “It’s not–it’s not the end of. This, okay? But, he knows. I didn’t tell him. I don’t know how he found out, I don’t know if someone told him, I haven’t told anyone, but–he knows. We can still work with this.”

“Schlatt knows?” He searches Dream’s face. He seems earnest, but god knows, but what would he have to gain from lying about this, anyway? Who else could’ve told him–Tommy? Tommy might not tell Schlatt directly, but Tommy has never been good with secrets, letting anyone and everyone in on everything with an apparent inability to control his own tongue–

“--but it’s, fine. The TNT is still there, the room is still intact. I checked some of the wiring and it doesn’t look like it’s been tampered with. Wilbur, are you listening to me?”

Wilbur waves him off. “I’m listening. Just keep going.”

“I don’t think we need to change anything with the TNT. Like, Schlatt’s just one guy. And his gear is shit. If he messes with the TNT, then we’ll–we’ll figure something out, but you know, I don’t even think he even, like, knows where it all is.”

“Well, it’s kind of everywhere, so–”

“–which is my point. It’s too deep, he’s still sitting on top of a bomb. There’s nothing–there’s nothing he can do.” Dream crosses his arms in front of his chest, still worrying his lip between his teeth. “I just thought you should know.”

Schlatt knows. Schlatt knows–Wilbur paces against the wall of their room, ten paces forward and ten paces back. He crushes his cigarette underneath his boot, nails digging into his palm.

“Well, Dream? Is that all?”

Dream’s expression twists. His brows pinch together, lips pressed against each other and curling into a slight grimace, his expression giving too much away after spending so much time masked.

“There’s…one more thing.”

Wilbur scoffs. “Just spit it out, you prick.”

Dream doesn’t even react to the insult, shoulders hunching up as he begins speaking. “Look…it’s just. My plans have…changed.”

What? “I thought you just said that they didn’t?”

“Our plans are the same. It’s just–Schlatt made me, an offer.” Dream shifts from foot to foot. He swallows, throat working, his eyes still bright and wide, pupils dilated with a thin circle of green around. Wilbur stares at him. He almost looks… “He’s got something. Important. He asked me to…join him, kind of, and he’d–give it to me.”

“What?”

“It’s not–look, Wilbur. Wilbur.” Dream raises his hands, palms out, a placating motion. “It’s not what you think, but I–I had to.”

“You had to join Manberg.”

“I’m not joining Manberg!” Dream runs his hand through his hair, eyes flashing. Wilbur is suddenly very aware of the axe on his back, the heavy plates of netherite armor. Eret, the button, it was never meant to be. “Why would I join Manberg, what–”

“So what’s this? What’s this then, Dream?”

“Wilbur–”

“Because from where I’m standing, I have to say, it looks a lot like you’re betraying me.”

“I am not–”

“That’s just like you. That’s just like you, isn’t it? Good ol’ Dream, mister 1000 IQ, outsmarting everyone–well-played, man, well-played! I really must congratulate you!”

“Wilbur, can you just–”

“So what is this meeting then, Dream? Gotten cold feet, now that you’ve been discovered? You’re his little lackey now, is that it, his little lap dog–you’re gonna start another war? Put down another revolution, lead us all out to slaughter like last time, good for you, you motherfucker, is that the point of this farce? You’re here to kill me?”

“Wilbur, can you just listen to me!”

Dream’s voice is raised. Wilbur draws himself up to full height, Dream’s head craning up slightly as he crosses the room in front of him in two long strides.

“What.”

“I’m not. Joining Manberg.” Dream’s arms are crossed tightly in front of him, scowling slightly. It’s an expression not all that much unlike Tommy’s teenage petulance, a set jaw, eyes narrowed under furrowed brows. “There’s just–a peace treaty, right? I can’t just violate that. And now Schlatt knows. He’s asking for me to give him–gear.”

“Gear, like what.”

“Armor. Weapons, shields. Support in the incoming fight. You know, he’d already been paying Punz, the rest of the people in my country are already going to fight with him. And, whatever.”

Wilbur rocks back on his heels. His skin itches, feeling antsy, so he goes back to pacing. “And?”

“I meant what I said, earlier. This doesn’t change anything. The TNT is still there, we can still blow it up. It…doesn’t matter who wins the, the battle and stuff.”

Wilbur sets his shoulders, turning back to look Dream in the eye. “Really. It doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t! It doesn’t matter. We have an agreement, that’s still like–a thing.” Dream’s hands close into fists, then open again. “I don’t like this, okay? I don’t like Schlatt–” Wilbur scoffs, “--and I don’t exactly want to work with him. But I have to. I swear, I really have to.”

“Because, what. The treaty?”

Dream shakes his head, expression still all twisted up like he’s eaten something sour. “He’s got. A book.”

Wilbur laughs outright at that. “A book.”

“It’s–Wilbur, I swear. It’s important. I’ll, I might–I’ll–” Dream makes a frustrated sound, teeth clenched. “I have to get it.”

“So you’re going to work for Schlatt.” Fuck it. Wilbur pulls out another cigarette, lighting it as he speaks. “You’re going to be the emperor’s little guard dog.”

“I’m–”

“No, no, it makes sense. It’d be too boring for you otherwise, wouldn’t it? Not enough chaos, with everyone joining the rebellion.” He gestures with the cigarette, Dream’s eyes caught on it as it moves. “You want us all to fucking destroy ourselves, keep everyone weak, Manberg, Pogtopia–you don’t need to explain yourself, man, you’re a smart guy! Even out the playing field, join whatever team has the fewest players, keep yourself above it all. Bravo, really. Bravo.”

Dream’s jaw works, but he stays silent. Wilbur smiles at him and breathes in a long drag of smoke.

“Well, Dream. I very much appreciate our meeting together today, really. Really! This has been…enlightening. Is that all? Or do you have any other important information to tell me.”

“...I’ll come around in a few days to tell the others. About, switching sides and whatever. And–the TNT is still going off, alright? No matter what.”

Wilbur rolls his eyes. “Obviously.”

Dream stares him down, Wilbur meeting his eyes evenly. He breaks eye contact first, looking down at the floor and tossing several stacks of TNT onto the ground between them. -

“Thank you, Dream. Until next time then.”

Dream stares at him, blinks, his eyes wide and green, before he turns away. The torch disappears into his inventory as he walks to the exit of the room, silhouetted in the doorway as he presses the mask back over his face. Wilbur reaches into his pocket, draws out Chekhov’s gun, holds his arm straight in front of him, fingers wrapped around the pistol as Dream works at the straps behind his head. He keeps it held there, pointed at Dream’s back until the man slips into the night, the blurry reflection of the lit end of his cigarette vaguely visible in the dull metal.

He’s not sure how long it is before a twinge to his arm makes him slip the unloaded gun back into his pocket. He sighs. He needs to start making his way back; after all, he still needs to think of a birthday present.

#my asks !!#my writing :D #the sixteenth #<- tag for future submissions maybe?#sixteenthdayevent #c!dreambur #dreblr #hopefully . hopefully this balances out characterization well enough #my c!wilbur haterisms are leaking through but whatever ... LMAO

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rindouheart · 1 year

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Ok- I saw your stuff and I couldn’t believe you only had three things hshsjjdb

Do you mind an enemies to lovers type thing with pink haired sonic and the hedgehog dude? (Aka. Chigiri and Barou lmao) The reason they beef can be anything you want-

If you’re taking anons- I wanna be 👺 anon pls and ty, it’s ok if you aren’t too lol

CHIGIRI and BAROU + enemies to lovers!

content. just them arguing with the reader (slight sad in chigiri’s part) + gender neutral pronouns used | small scenarios + some hcs

author’s note. hi babe! I’d love to have an anon! believe it or not, but in like 3 years on tumblr no one has ever asked it to me <3 however, i hope you like these headcanons!

(i made them extra long to excuse myself for the long waiting, please forgive me :( )

CHIGIRI HYOMA

you were friends at first, but then the whole injury thing happened.

“why would you give up? a lot of famous players have had injuries in the past, but they still managed to come back! why would you throw your dream in the trash bin like that?”

“you’ve never understood me, then”

after expressing your opinion on why he shouldn’t give up on his dream while he can still play, you started arguing for everything.

it was heartbreaking to see: you, his best friend since childhood, being treated like a complete stranger.

even more heartbreaking was the fact that you liked him and you couldn’t stand the way he was giving up on his lifetime dream.

chigiri absolutely hates you when you’re right.

you started to avoid him and he started to avoid you. it was a mutual thing.

he actually hoped for you to come back, because he realised he acted like a baby.

however, he hasn’t even seen you for months.

chigiri fucked up, completely.

you meet again at a café (unplanned, you’re still not sure how to behave towards him)

“oh, y/n, hi” he mutters with his coffee in hand.

“what do you want?” it wasn’t supposed to come off that harsh, however, chigiri’s face changes expression.

“nothing” he wants to slap himself.

“do you have a minute?” you ask, sitting at a table in the corner “we have to talk and you know what i’m about to say, i guess”

he sits down and huffs.

“i’m kinda tired. we were best friends before the injury thing, and now we look like we spoke once in our lives” you say, keeping your voice as low as possible “your behaviour is annoying”

he knows you’re right, so he just murmurs a “i’m sorry”

you keep up talking “i was really upset when you told me those horrible things. i felt betrayed”

chigiri wasn’t expecting it to be this bad. he totally fucked up.

“I’ll get straight to the point, i had and probably still have feelings for you, but i don’t know if i should follow my heart or my brain right now, because you acted like a bitch with me”

oof, OOF.

“i am very sorry, y/n. i don’t know what i was thinking when i said that. i was too scared of hurting myself again and i almost gave up on my dream. it was stupid, i know you were right, but i didn’t want to accept it”

you breathe in deeply. “i accept your excuses, i’m sorry too. i shouldn’t have pushed that conversation that far”

“but you were right. during my time in blue lock, one of my friends told me the same things you told me back then. i realised that i was the one at fault.”

you nod “i’m happy you will continue to follow your dream. i’m sure you’ll be successful”

chigiri gives you a soft smile, making your heart melt.

“so we’re friends again” you say.

“actually… staying without you all this time was hard” he confesses.

“so you’re asking me…”

“yes, i’m asking that”

he laughs when he sees you blushing.

“i have a couple of days off, what do you think about going on a serious date before i go back to blue lock?”

“i’d love that”

BAROU SHOEI

this bitch

when he accepted to move into a new apartment for university he was prepared for anything, he thought.

you’re his polar opposite: messy, loud, extrovert, creative. the living copy of phoebe buffay.

“why are your clothes on my side of the room? is it that difficult to put your things in your side?” and he points the coloured tape that divides the floor in two halves.

(it was your idea to put it down, so he wouldn’t argue with you)

“the space on my floor was finished, i took a bit of yours”

this man is about to jump from the window.

you actually find his exaggerate reactions absolutely funny.

you leave your stuff around the house on purpose, just to see him getting mad.

barou, in reality, loves cleaning, so he is actually satisfied when everything is back to its place.

however, he is quite unreadable, and you think he hates you for the mess you always leave inside the apartment.

suddenly, one of your friends asks if you want a room near your university.

obviously, living closer to your department is better than living where you’re now, since public transport is often crowded or late.

when you leave he’s in paradise.

or at least he thought.

despite the first few days, barou actually misses your mess.

his days are pretty empty without picking up your stuff and cleaning your shared room.

he thought he hated you for that, but he loved cleaning your bedroom.

and that’s why he calls you after a couple of weeks “can you come back, please?”

you’re astonished. why would he want you to move back to his apartment? is he the same person that got mad every time you left something out of place?

“why?”

“well… I…”

is the king barou admitting his feelings?!

he misses you a lot.

“i miss your mess, now i’m always bored after studying, i have nothing to clean up”

“wait” you say, trying to connect the dots “i thought you hated me for my messiness?”

“i thought i hated you too”

“thanks?? how should i answer to that?”

“with a <<yes, I’ll move back to your apartment>>” he laughs

“okay then”

HE DID IT!

now you’re back in the same flat!

for now, he isn’t going to tell you that he appreciates your presence this much, but i can confirm that he’s down bad.

“you’re the only person whose mess isn’t a problem for me”

he might be a king on the football field, but we still need to work on love declarations.

@rindouheart ‘s headcanons — 02192023

#bllk #blue lock #bllk headcanons #bllk hc #barou shouei #blue lock shouei barou #chigiri hyoma #hyoma chigiri #.👺 anon!¡#shouei barou #bllk barou #bllk chigiri #bllk imagines #bllk scenarios #bllk x y/n #blue lock x reader #blue lock barou #blue lock chigiri #blue lock headcanons

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slavic-roots-western-mind · 7 months

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Favorite soviet movies (and where to find them)

The general opinion about the soviet union varies from person to person, but I think many can agree that the movies that came from this time period were phenomenal. Here are my top favorite movies that I recommend, which also have generally good english subtitles.

Hussar Ballad

A rare musical-comedy gem that I absolutely adore. Shura Azarova, a 17 year old girl joins the army to fight against Napoleon. Plot twist: She's pretending to be a guy and starts falling for a fellow soldier, who she actually engaged to but he has no idea that his new friend is actually a girl (she doesn't like him in the beginning and no wonder lmao). Has a lot of catchy numbers, especially давным давно/ a long time ago/ davnim davno. It may seem a little weird, but watch the first 10 minutes, I guarantee that it will not be a waste of your time.

2. Ivan Vassilvveich changes profession/Ivan Vasilievich: Back to the Future.

A scientist successfully creates a time-machine but accidentally sends his building's manager and a thief all the way back in time to Ivan IV The Terrible's reign, whilst sending the actual Tsar to the modern decade. Chaos ensues for all.

3. Prisoner of the Caucasus/Shurik's New Adventures/Kidnapping, Caucasian Style (I had no idea this movie had this many translations lol) A kind but naive student named Shurik goes to the Caucasus on vacation where he meets a young woman named Nina, who he ends up accidentally kidnapping (yes, he's that much of a dumbass but he was told that bride kidnapping is a tradition that Nina follows and God forbid that anyone uses this thing called communication). It works out in the end just as chaotically as it started.

4. The Garage A cooperative is planning on buliding a garage for its members except for it now has to be reduced and there won't be enough space for everyone so someone's going to be left out. The comitee ignores said members objections, so someone locks them in for the night leading to them spending the night locked inside the museum which is also the meeting spot. It's actually quite funny, despite the odd description, but I am writing it whilst extremely caffeinated so bear with me here.

5. Unbelievable Adventures of Italians in Russia (Невероятные приключения итальянцев в России). A fantastic comedy. An elderly lady of soviet origin reveals to her grandaughter that there's a treasure buried in Leningrad. However, the wrong people hear about it, so they try to outwit each other in their race to Russia. Pretty funny, especially when the actual treasure hunting commences.

6. The Bremen Town Musicians An animated movie, but nonetheless deserving a mention. The troubadour with his gang of friends made from a donkey, a dog, a cat and a rooster travel around singing, until he meets a princess but the king doesn't approve of them etc. Pretty standard story, but the singing is amazing, especially Troubadours song "Luch solntsa zolotovo/Луч солнца золотого/ Beam of the Golden Sun" with the translation here sung by Muslim Magomayev who honestly deserves a separate post dedicated because his voice is amazing. The english subtitles are a bit iffy here, but nonethless it's worth a watch as it's only 20 or so minutes long.

7. The Mystery of the Third Planet Also an sci-fi animated movie, but the staple of my childhood. Captain Zelyoniy and Professor Seleznyoviy with his daughter go around various planets collecting new species for the zoo. However, on one of the planets they end up discovering something odd and before they know it, they're right in the middle of a conspiracy and a famous missing captain. Fantastic soundtrack and great animation.

There are many more movies that I'd definitely recommend, so this list will be updated sometime in the future.

#spilled ink #movies #studyblr #aesthetic #study motivation #study blog #travel blog #slavic roots western mind #college #college life #student life #student #movie review #movie recommendation #slavic #soviet union #soviet #soviet movies

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chlix · 6 months

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skz as patrons at the library where i work

Genre: crack Synoposis: literally what it says on the tin lmao Members: OT8!! maknae line below the cut :)

Disclaimer in case my boss sees this that I love my job and almost all of our patrons <3 also none of these statements describe a specific person they’re just amalgamations of things we do and see every day

CHAN:

Mostly comes in to use our wifi/study rooms

Once asked us if we had a spare ethernet cable+hookup and we were all like ummmm we don’t really do that here?

Accumulated a $0.50 fine on his account and was extremely apologetic while paying it off like dude it’s okay it’s not that serious

Needs to print like 150 pages off of his laptop every single week and we feel bad for being annoyed because he’s really very nice about it*

Leaves ten minutes before closing <333

*this is annoying because printing off your own laptop means we have to leave our desk and go get your papers from the wireless printer the back office, whereas if you printed from the library computers you could get it yourself from the public printers

MINHO:

Runs a whole-ass business out of our meeting rooms

Like seriously shouldn’t you have an office space or a building for this….but no he checks out the same room key almost every day like clockwork

Actually doesn’t even live in our township but pays the PLAC fee because he likes our facilities better

Every time he tries to speak to us at the desk and it echoes he goes, “Wow sound really travels in here doesn’t it?”

When you ask him for his name for the financial records he jokingly refuses to tell you because “You should know who I am by now”

CHANGBIN:

Constantly forgets that he has to check out items that are on the holds shelf before leaving

It's such an issue like we've marked more than ten books as missing/lost but it turns out he just took them and left

Regularly attends the adult programming, like book clubs and mental health information sessions, always thanks the presenter for their time <3

Uses the library as Google, will call us and ask “Where’s the cheapest gas station close to where I am?” like sir where are you????

Has a punch card for the coffee machine and will stand around and make small talk while the coffee brews

HYUNJIN:

Gets so unbelievably embarrassed to come up to the desk for any reason as we’re going to verbally berate him for asking us a question

Bitches about every fine no matter how small, will ask for a manager over $0.75.

Seriously he does not like owing money. He got a book wet one time on vacation and paid for it as passive-aggressively as possible

“I’m telling you that the person before me must have done that because I would never treat a book that way, I treat all my books well and I’m one of the most frequent users of the library” like ok sir that'll be $27.99

One of those people that finds weeding atrocious and hates when he sees damaged books in the trash

Constantly complains about how the classics section lacks diversity (he’s right but us circ assistants can’t do anything about it)

JISUNG:

Has about a hundred books checked out on his account and can never remember which ones are next

He has a phone plan with a weird provider so we can’t text him notices and even though we explain this several times he constantly complains that he doesn’t get notices by text

Tries to pay his fines off with Apple Pay and can’t understand why we, a library using a cash register from 2007, do not take Apple Pay

Once used a website that made the computer set off a LOUD ASS ALARM for being a “forbidden or unsafe network” and we were all like what the hell did you do like even porn doesn’t set off an alarm????

Always asks to “use the bathroom really quick” after we’ve officially closed and forces us to stay an extra 20 minutes because we can’t shut anything down until the building is empty

FELIX:

Never actually reserves a meeting room but will always come to the front desk and ask if there’s one available and will be SHOCKED if we’re booked straight through for the day

Regularly brings in books for donation and when he pays fines in cash he always hands us a $20 and says to keep the change <3

Notices every minute change to the layout like “Why are the atlases no longer at the front of nonfiction?” and we’re like when was the last time you even checked out an atlas

Gets embarrassed if a book he wants is in the teen or children’s section and asks us to go get it for him

Can never connect to Libby because he keeps forgetting his PIN number so he calls us to reset it like once a month

SEUNGMIN:

Checks out a TON of DVDs. Treats this place like Netflix fr

Will request we get a movie that’s currently in theaters and we’re like “It’s not even out on disc yet so we literally can’t buy it”

Prefers to hand all his returns to a desk person and watch us check them in while he’s there instead of putting them in the return so he can "make sure" he doesn't get any fines

Asks us why mysteries are shelved separately from all the other books because it’s confusing as to what is and isn’t a mystery (we have no clue either)

Likes picking books off the cart while you’re shelving because they're "peer reviewed" and "probably better than what's on the shelves"

JEONGIN:

Constantly forgets his library card and is forced to come up to the desk so we can check his books out

Does not understand the difference between librarians and circulation assistants and so is always asking circ assistants do work that only librarians can do

“What do you mean you’re not a librarian? Isn’t everyone who works in a library a librarian?”

Thinks literally everything is going to get him banned from the library as if you'd get banned from the library for...using the services we offer?

Got anxious when we entered the room with a giant mallet after he reported one of the tables was stuck and we had to explain we were not going to attack him and we use the mallet to fix stuck tables

Walks away with room keys sometimes and returns them like 30 minutes before we close in an absolute PANIC

#this is the pinnacle of posts that are only funny to me #skz crack #incorrect skz #skz headcanons #skz imagines #bang chan headcanons #lee felix headcanons #lee minho headcanons #seo changbin headcanons #yang jeongin headcanons #hwang hyunjin headcanons #kim seungmin headcanons #han jisung headcanons

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hi mimi! could you write something about needy make out sessions with taehun please 😔😔 his lips soso pretty 😔 hope you’re doing good!

hi, anon! i’m doing great, wby? not gonna lie, i was about to write headcanons about taehun, but thinking about his pretty lips i got a little overwhelmed lmao. hope you like it <3

pretty lips | cth

pairing: choi taehun × afab!reader

genre: smut, friends with benefits.

warnings: swearing, suggestive in the beginning, marking (hickeys), finger sucking, nipple play, oral sex (fem!receiving), fingering, squirt, mention of protected sex.

word count: 2.5k

you and taehun have been friends for over four years now. he is one of the finest men you have ever seen in your entire life, but you never allowed yourself to look at him any differently. until now. you and taehun have been locked inside kyungjun’s coat closet after losing a stupid game. this was supposed to be a different version of “seven minutes in heaven”, lovely baptized as “stay there until you fuck” (ricky’s words, not yours).

however, taehun is your best friend. it doesn’t matter how good he looked that night (or any other moment of his life, he never had a bad day when it comes to his looks), you couldn’t afford to lose him because of a game. right?

“at least talk to me, y/n” he whined, poking your waist with his index finger. you yelped in place, looking at him with wide eyes. he looked so good under that warm yellowy light. “if you’re not gonna kiss me, talk to me.”

you laughed, holding his hand so he wouldn’t poke you again. he knew you were ticklish.

“what do you mean by that, choi taehun?” you asked, playfully. “if i’m not gonna kiss you?”

“are you gonna kiss me?”

“why would i?” you laughed, getting slowly nervous. “are you that desperate?”

taehun didn’t laugh back, looking away from you. he suddenly felt ridiculous, thinking you would feel the same as he did. you stopped laughing, looking at him seriously.

“taehun. talk to me.”

he looked at you with a soft smile on his lips, trying to hide his disappointment.

“i thought i was your best friend” you said, more of a question than a statement. “shouldn’t you be like... disgusted by me?”

“for fuck’s sake, y/n. i’m anything but disgusted by you” he mumbled, looking away. his ears got bright red as he spoke. “do you seriously never notice how much of a simp i am for you?”

“i don’t know. i guess i was too scared to lose you, hun” you said, genuinely.

“as if you could get rid of me” he joked, still looking away.

you laughed before approaching his body. the closet was pretty small, not allowing any of you to spread your legs, but you could manage to sit in front of him. he didn’t say anything as you adjusted your body inside of that cubicle. when you found a position that would probably give you leg cramps, but also give you easy access to taehun’s body, you leaned over to kiss his lips. you stopped only a few centimeters away from his mouth and whispered.

“if you want to do this, i’m all in. if you don’t, i’ll pretend this never happened.”

taehun barely gave you time to finish your sentence before closing the tiny gap between your lips. he waited a few seconds before circling your bottom lip with his hot tongue, desperate for your permission to deepen the kiss. when you allowed his tongue to meet yours, you automatically felt a know down your stomach. he kissed you so intensely, no one ever kissed you like that. usually, you kissed people in clubs just because, not because they were good kissers, but taehun? god, you’d let him kiss you forever.

you put your hand on his thigh, looking for support because of the weird position you were in. taehun noticed how uncomfortable you were, so he got away from your lips. you almost whined, not wanting him to let you go.

“sit on my lap” he whispered. you widened your eyes, surprised by taehun’s suggestion. “i won’t do anything, i promise. it’s just so you feel more comfortable.”

you giggled, shaking your head. he didn’t even have to tell you he wouldn’t do anything, you trusted taehun with all of your heart. you got up, allowing taehun to spread his legs where you were sitting before placing yourself on top of him. taehun wasted no time before kissing your lips again, enjoying the feeling of your taste against his tongue. your hands found the way to the nape of his neck, while one of his hands caressed your thigh and the other squeezed your waist.

your panties were getting stickier by the second and you knew taehun was just as amused as you because you could literally feel his growing boner against your clothed core. he kissed you for a while longer before pulling away and laying his head on your shoulder. his lips pecked your clavicle and he sighed.

“we should stop.”

“i thought it would take longer for you to regret kissing me, hun” you said in a playful tone (but a little disappointed, since you didn’t want him to stop). he laughed against your skin.

“i’m definitely not regretting it, honey. i’m asking you to stop before i can’t control myself anymore.”

right there and then you felt the knot in your stomach tighter. the thought of taehun being just as needy for you as you were for him at the moment made you clench around nothing.

“what if i don’t want you to control yourself?”

taehun laughed, looking into your eyes. his gaze was just as sweet as his smile.

“then you’re gonna go out with me first. on a real date.”

“set the date, i’ll be there.”

taehun has taken you out five times so far but still hasn’t had sex with you. honestly, you didn’t even think of it during the dates, because you actually had a good time. but every time you entered his car and started to make out, you could only think of jumping into the backseat and letting him fuck you dumb.

your mom didn’t ask a thing when you told her you were heading to taehun’s because you were gonna watch a movie. you’ve been best friends since you turned sixteen, and your whole family got used to you being glued on the sweet guy. his parents also didn’t care before leaving the two of you alone in the living room.

“do you want anything from the mall?” his mom asked, smiling. you denied it and thanked her, asking if she didn’t want to stay and watch avatar with you two. you almost thank god when she denied it and headed to the door, locking it behind her.

taehun laid on the couch once the movie started, pulling you in to lay with him. your back was pressed against his chest, his arm around your waist. you couldn’t fully focus on the movie, overwhelmed by taehun’s scent so close to you.

“stop moving, baby. do you want me to get hard or what?” he hissed, holding your hip in place. you laughed and turned around to face him. “you’re so pretty” he pouted.

you giggled before leaning in to peck his lips. a while later, you realized your current situation; the sweet peck you gave him became a makeout session, with your body on top of his. his hands would caress your sides every once in a while, squeezing your waist and thighs. and again, the know in your stomach appeared. after your date with taehun, you realized he wasn’t really putting an effort to make you horny just by kissing. it was just him. it was the way he kissed you with nothing in particular

accidentally, your brain turned off and only your instincts stayed on, so you ended up grinding against taehun’s clothed crotch. his cock was growing harder by the minute underneath you and he let a groan out of his throat when you did so. for the first time when he opened his eyes, you saw nothing but lust inside of his pupils.

“hun...” you whined.

taehun didn’t answer, he just jolted his hips, making you rock on top of his cock again. you whimpered, feeling the fabric of your clothes rubbing your clit.

“i should’ve bought condoms” he whined, closing his eyes in disbelief. you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head.

“we don’t have to do anything” you said, leaning in to kiss his jaw.

“easy for you to say that after grinding on me” he chuckled, squeezing your waist.

“it’s your fault!” you said, getting away from his face and playfully slapping his chest. “if you weren’t such a good kisser, i wouldn’t be horny every time you kiss me.”

taehun arched his eyebrows, looking at you funny. you realized the words you just let out of your mouth, hiding your head in the crook of his neck again.

“are you that desperate?” he asked, mocking you. you groaned, slapping his chest again. he let a loud laugh out before grabbing your hand from his chest and kissing your digits. even the slightest touch of his lips in your hands made you clench around nothing. you lifted your head and your breath got caught in your throat as his pretty lips closed around your fingers, making them wet with his saliva. you moaned at the sight of him staring at you like that. “isn’t it just my kisses on your lips, then?”

you didn’t respond, not finding any family-friendly word inside of your fucked up brain. taehun laughed at your lack of response, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“where else should i kiss?” he asked in a whisper.

you wanted to scream “my whole body!”, but you didn’t have to. taehun’s hands pulled you by the waist, so you could lean further on top of him. his lips got attached to your neck, giving openmouthed kisses on your soft skin. he found your sweet spot faster than you expected, making you gasp when he sucked on it. you knew he would leave a mark, but who cares?

taehun could feel his cock leaking precum just by the sound of your whimpers and gasps, his hands were holding your ass so tight he got worried he was hurting you.

“taehun...” you moaned. you didn’t have to elaborate a whole ask, he knew what you wanted.

his hands got underneath your shirt, slowly pulling it up. letting go of your (now) bruised neck, he looked into your eyes.

“i need you to give me consent, baby” he said, softly.

“i’ll give you anything you want, just please touch me” you whined. he smiled big before pulling your shirt through your arms and head, happy to see your lacy bra right in front of his face.

not wasting time, he attached his lips to your collarbone, sucking softly at your skin. you caressed his hair, closing your eyes at the feeling. he opened your bra while still kissing your chest, happy to see how you reacted to his touches.

you let taehun slide your bra down your arms, watching him drop the piece of clothing down on the floor. it takes around two seconds before taehun let go of your chest to admire your naked upper body. he smiled at you, mesmerized by how pretty you are.

“why do you gotta be so beautiful?” he asked, his soft hands caressing your boobs. he didn’t have to pull you in, you leaned forward so he could wrap his lips around your tits, making him laugh.

taehun gladly wrapped his lips around your hard nipple, sucking on it. you moaned, encouraging him to continue. seriously, is there anything these pretty lips couldn’t do right? he sucked on your sensitive bud until it softened in his mouth, your panties only getting wetter.

“do you want me to stop here?” he asked, caressing your other nipple.

“no, please” you whined, breathing heavily.

“i’m not gonna fuck you tonight, baby” he warned, his hand caressing your waist. “are you ok with that?”

you weren’t, actually. you were soaking wet, completely desperate to sink down his shaft. however, you just wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if taehun stopped there, you needed to cum.

“it’s ok, hun. please, it hurts already” you whined. taehun smiled, genuinely surprised by his effect on you.

careful not to throw you on the ground by accident, taehun turned you around on the couch, laying you softly on the pillows. he looked at you hesitant again before pulling your shorts down, waiting for your aval. you nodded, desperate. he giggled before pulling both your shorts and your panties down, exposing your body for him. only for him.

“you’re soaking wet for me, baby” he hummed, his fingertips collecting your arousal. you moaned in anticipation.

“hun, please...” you whined.

taehun lowered his head, kissing your inner thigh. you breathed heavily by his sweet and wet kisses so close but still far away from your aching cunt. he seemed to be enjoying this moment, maybe even more than you.

you lowered your hand enough to caress his black strings, silently asking him for some sort of relief. nodding, taehun placed a little kiss (literally a peck) on your clit, just to see your reaction. you whined, wanting to really feel him.

“please, please” you begged, dripping arousal on his couch. he smiled again before wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking it slowly. you threw your head back, biting your bottom lip so you wouldn’t let a loud moan out.

licking a stripe from your dripping hole to your clit, taehun watched your body twitch underneath him. he couldn’t help but grind himself against the couch, hard as a rock. as taehun started to make out with your throbbing pussy, you lost control of your own mouth, whimpering nonstop.

taehun seemed very serious about his kissing skills, it didn’t matter which lips we were talking about. every whimper you let out, more eager to taste your sweet cum. lowering one of his hands to stroke his own cock through his pants, taehun kept eating you out as if his life depended on this.

“please, i’m so close” you moaned, gripping onto his hair. taehun let go of his cock to slip two of his digits inside of you, curling them against your g-spot.

you gasped as taehun stimulated your cunt, making your orgasm wash over you quickly, releasing the know inside of you. taehun kept stimulating you through your high, groaning. you didn’t understand at first why he’d groan making you cum, until you feel it. you felt your juices dripping down your ass and immediately covered your face with a pillow.

“you...” taehun started with a groan.

“i’m sorry” you said, muffled by the pillow. taehun took the pillow off your face, laughing.

“why are you sorry? this was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen” he said, lowering himself between your body to kiss you. you could taste your own taste in his tongue and feel his hard cock against your sensitive cunt.

“want me to take care of you?” you asked when his lips got away from yours.

“i want you to wait for me a bit, hm?” he said, getting up. you looked at him, confused. “i’m heading to the drugstore real quick, be right back.”

“i thought you weren’t gonna fuck me tonight?”

“just shut up and wait for me” he joked.

you would always wait for his pretty lips to come back.

#taehun smut #choi taehun smut #tnx smut #kpop smut #taehun au #choi taehun au #tnx au #taehun x reader

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