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Being in a poly relationship with Takeru and Aguni - HCs:

• You met Takeru first, and from the moment you met, he latched onto you like a stray cat deciding you were his person.

• "You're fun. You're hanging out with me now," he had said, completely serious, as if you had no say in the matter.

• You didn't mind, though—Takeru was easy to be around, always laughing, always dragging you into some kind of ridiculous adventure.

• Aguni, however, was less thrilled about your existence. When Takeru introduced you, Aguni gave you a single, disinterested nod before turning back to his drink.

• "Ignore him," Takeru had whispered, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "He looks scary, but he secretly loves me."

• "I don't," Aguni muttered.

• It took a long time for Aguni to warm up to you. He never outright pushed you away, but he wasn't inviting either.

• You had to earn his trust—not with grand gestures, but with consistency. Showing up. Being there. Proving that you weren't just another temporary presence in Takeru's life.

• Later on there was something brewing between all three of you, but none of you were willing to acknowledge it.

• Takeru was the first to notice. The way Aguni's gaze would linger on you when he thought no one was watching, the way your breath hitched when Takeru leaned too close.

• He played it off like it was nothing, laughing and flirting as if he wasn't hyperaware of how tense things had become.

• Aguni, on the other hand, refused to entertain the thought. He was good at pushing feelings down, locking them away where they couldn't reach him.

• You tried to ignore it, too—but every time Takeru flirted with you, or Aguni brushed against you, that little voice in the back of your mind whispered that you weren't imagining things.

• It started as just another night in your apartment—drinks, loud laughter, and Takeru draping himself over you like a human blanket.

• "You love me, right?" Takeru slurred, leaning his head on your shoulder. "Tell Aguni you love me."

• You rolled your eyes, nudging him off you. "I'm not playing into your drunken self-affirmation routine."

• "But you do," Takeru grinned. "Both of you do." He turned to Aguni, who had been watching the exchange in amused silence. "C'mon, Aguni. You love me."

• Aguni sighed, setting his drink down. "You're an idiot."

• "A loveable idiot," Takeru corrected.

• You exchanged a glance with Aguni, and for a second, it was just there—the unspoken acknowledgment of everything you'd been ignoring.

• Then, as if the alcohol had burned away all hesitation, Takeru grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you onto his lap.

• "See? Feels good, right?" he murmured against your ear, his fingers tracing along your hip. "What are we even waiting for?"

• Your gaze flickered to Aguni. His jaw was clenched, his fingers gripping his glass tightly—but he didn't look away.

• And just like that, all the friendly feelings between each other shifted into something that can no longer be controlled.

• The relationship dynamic is pretty simple.

• You and Aguni are the responsible ones—most of the time.

• Takeru is the chaos. No impulse control, constantly testing his limits, always dragging the two of you into some kind of trouble.

• "I did something," Takeru announces one night.

• "Oh my god," you mutter.

• "Do I need to bury a body?" Aguni sighs.

• "No! ...Okay, maybe. But it wasn't my fault."

• Aguni is the protector. He doesn't say much, but you and Takeru both know that he's always watching out for you.

• He's the one making sure Takeru doesn't drink too much, making sure you don't overwork yourself, making sure no one even thinks about messing with either of you.

• You keep things balanced—soothing Aguni when he gets too tense, reigning in Takeru when he's about to do something truly stupid.

• Jealousy? Oh, It Happens.

• Aguni gets jealous in the most subtle way possible. No outbursts, no drama—just a quiet shift in body language.

• You'll be talking to someone, laughing at something they said, and suddenly Aguni is standing right behind you, arms crossed, gaze sharp.

• The poor soul talking to you usually gets the message fast.

• "You could just say you don't like it," you tease later.

• "I don't care," Aguni mutters.

• He definitely cares.

• Takeru, on the other hand, is so dramatic about it.

• "Wow," he deadpans, watching you and Aguni share a private smile. "So this is how I die. Betrayed."

• "Takeru."

• "No, no, don't try to explain. My heart is broken. I need time to heal."

• You roll your eyes, but you still pull him into a hug. He immediately melts into it, grinning like he knew you'd cave.

• Bedroom activities are a mess. A wonderful, tangled mess of different personalities.

• Aguni is dominant. No hesitation, no second-guessing—when he wants something, he takes it.

• Takeru loves pushing buttons. He likes testing limits, seeing just how much he can get away with before Aguni snaps.

• "You're being bratty," you warn as Takeru drags his lips along your shoulder.

• "Maybe I like being punished," Takeru murmurs.

• Aguni doesn't even hesitate before grabbing the back of his neck and shoving him down. "Then shut up and take it."

• (Spoiler: Takeru loves it when Aguni gets like that.)

• You're the wild card. Sometimes you're teasing Takeru, sometimes you're letting Aguni take control, and sometimes you're the one pinning both of them down.

• Takeru is more romantic. By a mile.

• He's the one sneaking flowers into your bag, dragging both of you on impulsive late-night dates, whispering sweet things in your ear just to see you smile.

• Aguni shows love in ways that aren't always obvious. He makes sure you eat, makes sure you're safe, watches over both of you without ever asking for anything in return.

• "I'm not good at this," Aguni admits one night, sitting next to you on the couch.

• "At what?"

• "This. Us. I don't... say things the way Takeru does."

• You take his hand, squeezing gently. "You don't have to. I already know."

• He looks at you for a long moment before pulling you in, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

• (Takeru bursts into the room five seconds later, yelling "GROUP HUG" and launching himself on top of you both.)

Some final thoughts

• Chaotic. Boy toy Takeru always ready to please both of you, and of course the scary dog privilege Aguni grants. • The three of you balance each other out in ways that shouldn't make sense, but somehow do. • You fight, you tease, you test each other's patience—but at the end of the day, you always find your way back to each other.

#op youre so real for writing this

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hatterstan-shameblog · 2 months ago

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Pairing: Takeru Danma (Hatter) × Reader

Fandom: Alice in Borderland

Summary: You enter the borderlands and meet Takeru who takes you under his wing.

Words: 2.3k

(includes smut)

The fireworks in the sky glowed. It was an exceptional day in Shibuya. Not saying there weren’t usual chaebol show offs in play, but nonetheless it brightened up the sky glimmering orange in your eyes. Suddenly, it was coming burning down. The sun was too close, heat was shattering the ground your feet was on.

You blinked.

Blue was dissolving the pink sky. There were no stars. You stared for a moment longer. Where had the fireworks gone? You turned to other people to wonder if it happened in a blink of eye for them too. You were left dumbfounded. Shibuya was devoid of any body. Your breath hitched; Shibuya was never empty. No matter what.

You ran to the nearest stores looking for anyone you could find. Then when you couldn’t find anyone, you scrambled to the train station, followed by the food chains. You wondered if this was a sick joke. How as it even possible to get so many people to comply with such?

What if you were the last person on earth and were destined for something beyond? Your panic was too much to comprehend such greatness. You wondered if getting home would be the best decision. But you couldn’t. the trains couldn’t start by themselves ofcourse.

You were still sulking in the streets when the giant billboard screen in Shibuya lit up.

Game:

2 of clubs

You backed up a little. What was this? Was there actually someone? In hindsight, you saw a few men appear. They looked at you with caution. You didn’t know if you could blame them. You scanned the room, making eye contact with an intimidating man. He looked older and tired. But there was this undeniable gleam in his eyes. His hair was fine too. There was a man beside him, possibly a friend. He looked scary. Muscular and bald. Aren’t they the ‘will kill you’ types? You shuddered.

Yet you still made your way to them, having no choice. They looked the least threatening out of the bunch. There was also this hunch, no matter what you did, you would end up as companions. Or something you couldn’t possibly place your finger on.

“New?” the lanky man asked with an improvised smile.

You didn’t understand what it meant but you nodded nonetheless. They shared looks of acknowledgement, with each other. This character, who introduced himself as Takeru, placed his hand on your shoulders and led the way to the massive building. You were surprised by such friendliness to say the least.

Like both men, you collected your phone with their instructions and were instantly recognised. This disoriented you. You were explained the rules of the game. Hunting, they called it. You grimaced. You have always been much too fragile for your liking. Seeing the frown on your face, Aguni who was introduced by Takeru spoke for the first time.

“You’ll be fine. As long as you stick with us” that didn’t sound too comforting in your head. Aguni loaded his gun. No one had said anything about violence before. It was all too much to take in at once. You knew you had to play along. At least for now.

You chased and ran with them, taking in your surroundings. Formulating the turns of the hallways and memorising the patter. You had taken a gun from one of the dead players, like Aguni suggested you do. You may have gagged while doing do but were soon relived.

Once you had separated from the duo, you understood the main game of the borderlands. Kill or get killed. You were getting cornered for not having anyone to vouch for you. They were claiming you were the dealer of the game and demanding answers. Hell, you didn’t even know what a dealer was.

There was no point in saying you were not; they wouldn’t believe you anyways. Your mind went back to Takeru and how his hands had claimed your shoulders. You didn’t know the number of bullets the gun held, but you shot. Once, twice and thrice. Only when you clicked the fourth time the gun gushed. You were out of bullets with two men witnessing you killing three. You quivered.

You ran with blood in your hands. You were out of breath; never did you think you’d have to run for your life. You crashed into Takeru’s chest. He held your arms and looked in your eyes. Could he see the lifeless frames reflecting?

The men had stopped but still held the knives pointed at you. Aguni tried reasoning but soon raised his gun taking aim, once he confirmed the hatter wanted you to live. The men lunged at you, barely scraping your skin when Aguni shot at them. Your eyes went wide. You had killed 5 people. Takeru pulled you closer to his chest. A trail of blood was flowing by your collarbone. You let a tear escape when the man patted your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Aguni muttered something about you slowing them down but you couldn’t care less.

You put your head in the nape of Takeru’s neck and thought about your life back home, all the people you loved and all who loved you. A mutual understanding had passed between the both men, because soon Aguni turned to the dark hallways to finish the game while you stayed there, reasting your body on the man you met a few minutes ago.

The game was finished. You had returned to your senses too, face a shade of crimson. You pulled away from the man and profusely apologised for delaying their game. He looked disappointed that you had left his embrace. But his face twisted. Aguni was back. They were to go home, and you were coming along, Takeru declared. Aguni sighed.

You were glad to have a place to rest but wary at the same time. Why save you? Wouldn’t you just slow them down again? you tried to brush those thoughts of insecurity away for the night as Aguni briefly explained the games to you. You were suited for a heart it seemed.

They took you to a lavish hotel, which they called the beach where you met a few others. You liked Kuzuryu, you decided. He didn’t pretend that he was happy to see you. His face had contorted to a grimace when he saw you. Mira had whispered it was always so, and you did not play much of a part in it.

Takeru was the leader it seemed. You looked visibly weirded out by the cult, and so did Aguni. You would stay as long as it helped you and no more.

You took your place in your assigned room and washed yourself. Takeru’s smell seemed to linger on your body far too long for your liking. His smell was sweet. Like a daiquiri. You glanced at your cut and decided against taking risks of infections. Surely, they would have some band aids for cuts.

In the normal world, you would be worried about the mark it would leave. But Aguni’s body had plenty and so did the rest, you were sure. they had learnt to live with these bruises. you would too. Even if it killed you now.

you roamed the hallways in search for the kit when you stumbled across a door left slightly ajar. Light was peeking through the gap. You held the doorknob unsure whether you wanted to open it not. Someone pulled the door from the other side; and you were pulled along with the it.

For the second time that day, you were met with Takeru’s hard chest. He let out a breathy laugh.

“Hello princess”

You lingered a moment too long on his chest trying to conceal the red in your cheeks. You greeted him looking at his dark eyes. The room was beautifully lit in the dim shades of the sun. you wondered if Takeru was the sun for you.

His hold on your waist had tightened just a little when you started to ramble about how you were trying to find a damn band aid when you ended up on his room. His heart felt so full, ever since he first laid his eyes on you a few hours back. He was looking at your face with a kind of soft wonder. Would you still be in his arms if you were in the real world? Would you not be afraid of who he was?

Though awkward, you didn’t want to leave his embrace. His body had a familiar kind of warmth to it that made you think, if you were to die, it would preferably be in his arms.

Soon your voice had died and he removed his hands with a chuckle. You doubted if he even heard a word. He suggested he bandage your wounds himself. And you couldn’t deny.

So, you let him. You sat on the edge of his bed frame while he tended to your wound. He caressed your skin when he saw you flinch from the medicines he applied on your wound. He looked up once he was done.

His eyes were so bright. So dreamy. You could stare at them for hours. His nightgown had left his chest open for you to gawk at. You inched your face closer, sharing breaths. He stared back with the same light and intensity.

He connected your lips and you felt warmth spread all over you. His lips were a little chapped and the kiss was haste. He inched back searching your face if this was something what you wanted. He wouldn’t be mad if you in fact, did not. He could remember the first day he was here, how empty he had felt even with a friend by his side.

You whined pulling him back in. he smiled into the kiss, letting your lips guide him. Your hands explored his chest, drawing circles across his shoulders. With a particular hard tug of his lips, you dug your fingers in his back and he let out a moan.

“Oh princess” he whispered as he put his forehead against yours to collect his breath. His hands went to back of your neck. Your pussy tingled at the name he just called you.

“Do you want this?” he looked at you with hopeful eyes.

“please”

He turned you both pulling you in his lap as he reconnected your lips with hurry. He couldn’t waste a moment of this. He was finally feeling something. Maybe he would’ve never met you in the real life. But he was glad, he did here. You kiss him back with just as much hunger.

There is a heat forming at your core, you move your hips against his. The relief makes you tilt your head back. He takes the chance to kiss your neck. You smell of almonds and oud he notices. Just what he likes.

You tug at his robe while his hands fumble with your blouse. A string of pearls remains dangling on your neck as he removes the blouse.

He stares deep in your eyes. “beautiful”

He pushes you on the bed looming over your frame. Your nipples harden looking at his heaving body. He kisses your left breast while mauling the right. He bites your tits looking up for approval. You moan pornographically. He continues his toying with your body. He’s made up his mind to get to know every part of your body by the end of the night.

He switches his assault to the right breast while his hand travels down to your core. you’re wet already. He asks if he can, you can only nod. The pressure is too much to endure. He cups your heat as you hold your breath. He gently opens up your core and finds your bundle of nerves. He rubs slow circles watching you whimper from the motion.

“more”

“What’s that princess?”

“please, fuck me”

He plunges two fingers in your heat. Your body opens up to his hands without any deliberation. He continues to rub your clit with the third finger. He watches you squirm and kisses you as you come undone. you’re grasping for air. Face a beetroot red. Your nails leave marks on his skin. He savours the feeling.

He lays beside you to catch his breath for a moment. Turns out, you’re not the only one overstimulated.

“Ride me” he says after a while of staring up at the celling. You didn’t need to be asked twice.

You turn at him with a smug look on your face. You get up rolling your hips onto his. You fully open his nigh suit and grasp at his dick. He would surely allow you the pleasure to choke on it right?

You lick it, then suck it, gagging on his length, all while looking his face.

“Fuck princess”

He pulls your hand, and you guide his dick to its rightful place. Your pussy welcomes him home, milking it. You clench at the fullness you feel. Both of you gasp at the out worldly sensation. You start to bounce on his cock once you adjust to his size.

You bend to his face, letting him suck on your tits. He rubs his face on them. Your necklace hits his nose. He wonders where were you all his life. This wasn’t just sex to him, and he wondered if you felt the same. His cock was twitching inside, he looked at you. You had felt it too.

“Inside Takeru” you kissed him.

So, he came inside you, coating your walls and leaving a thick trail of cum when he pulled out. You laid on his chest, basking in the after-sex glow. You talked of the butterflies in your garden and the wild nights of his life and kissed all night.

You had each other today, no matter if you didn’t survive tomorrow.