#cause the first one is p close to their actual colors

[quasieli]

[Image description: Two digital drawings, both of my OC Fitz (they/he/it) set against a brick pattern background. The images are same except for their colors. The first drawing is in a limited palette of dark sage green, light sage green, medium yellow, medium orange, and dark red. The second drawing is in a limited palette of hot pink, navy blue, neon yellow-green, light sage green, and denim blue. Fitz is a young, fat, Eladrin with short undercut hair with a swirling pattern tattoo on the shaved side. They are wearing an open coat that goes down to their hips and boxer shorts, with no shirt beneath the coat. His hands are both at his sides, with one in the pocket of the coat. He is facing towards the right and looking off in the distance with a soft smile. End description.]

Why finish prepping for my game tomorrow when I could be drawing Them?

[crookedteethed]

HOW i slept with your father | r.c.

Pairing: (older)Bestfriend's Dad Rafe! x Fem!reader

Summary: In which you tell your best friend how you accidentally slept with her father...oops.

Warnings: 18+ Semi-smut (protected p in v) (smut showed through flashback), age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Rafe is in his early forties), cursing, ocs, unrealistic reactions?, hints at Rafe being a fuckboy, I also can't tell if Rafe preyed on reader (you decide for yourself)

A/N: This story is really just reader telling her best friend about her night with Rafe, lmk if you want an actual smutty fic with bestfriend dad Rafe (heart emoticon)

Word count: 1.6k

Part Two

"Maribella, I had sex with your Father."

There, you said it. Your guilty conscience has been cleared. Your mind has been restored, and you can stop thinking about how much of a terrible friend you are because you're really not. You told the truth.

It's like that old stupid proverb, something about the truth setting you free or you setting the truth free, something like that.

There had been a moment of silence. A moment in which Maribella had slowly turned around from her lowboy vanity, half of her face the color of rose red from the blush powder she'd been frantically beating on her cheeks--you two were going out tonight. 

In that moment of silence, you glanced at the ticking clock up on Maribella's wall. It was 8:50 pm, and the boys-- the ones you and Maribella met on the beach that evening, were supposed to pick you both up in thirty minutes. 

"Gross." Maribella mumbles, returning to her vanity mirror and continuing to powder her cheeks. "You aren't going to be my new stepmother now, are you?" She says. 

You looked at the framed photo on Marbella's vanity--the photo of a smallish Maribella with chubby cheeks and missing baby teeth sandwiched between a very young Mr. Cameron and Maribella's Late mother (She wasn't dead, just not in Maribella's life after the divorce). 

You think to yourself how much of a resemblance your friend shares with her father--the same cerulean-colored eyes and dusky blond hair--you remember thinking this that night in which you fucked Mr. Cameron. 

You remember having to close your eyes shut while his girthy length pile drove into you during missionary, but Rafe had insisted on keeping your eyes open, or he wouldn't have let you cum that time. "Eyes on me, baby." he said, lightly tapping your cheek.

"No, not if you don't want me to." you said.

Maribella hums.

"To make it even, you can sleep with my father." you suggested, which cause Maribella to scrunch up her face in her backwards reflection.

"Your father's gross and old." She says. "and besides, isn't he still with that women?"

"My mother? Yes."

You watch from your spot on Maribella's bed as she gets up from her vanity and enters her walk-in closet.

"At least I get the appeal with my father." She shouts from the other room.

Minutes later, Maribella emerges from her closet, no longer in her silk bathrobe but in a simple white slip dress. 

"How do I look?" she asks you.

"Cute." you tell her.

She hums again, being satisfied with your response. Then, Maribella goes back to her vanity to continue doing her makeup.

"So, tell me." She says. "Tell me how'd you fucked my dad."

You shrug. "It just happened one time." and many other times afterward.

"Y'know." Maribella turns around excitedly. "Out of all the women my dad has slept with, you're the first one I ever gotten to talk to about it, so what was he like?"

Now it was your turn to scrunch up your face in disgust. "Maribella, this is gross. I'm not going to tell you how your dad fucks in bed."

"No fair." she whines. "I tell you about all the guys I've slept with."

You raise your eyebrow, to be fair she had a point.

"Let's just pretend my dad isn't my dad or Mr. Cameron; he's just Rafe, some stupid boy you fucked; now tell me everything."

Rafe was just some stupid guy you had fucked, but he wasn't a boy; he was all man--which is what had you enamored by him--it was either that or he was the first guy actually to tend to the needs of being wanted that had you so enamored by him.

 Unlike other guys you had been with, Rafe was attentive and considerate, making sure to meet your needs and desires. That's what made him stand out and had you so enamored.

This is why you kept coming back.

It was the night of Maribella's 21st birthday party. In your retellings of the story, you failed to mention how Rafe had kept staring at you that night. Every time you encountered each other, his eyes would first wander to your lips and then linger on your breast--which was practically spilling out the top of your corset. And each time you labeled him "Mr. Cameron," he would insist on you calling him "Rafe" because you were no longer a child. 

And it was liberating that Rafe did not see you as a child anymore, now seeing you for who you are: an adult woman. 

You also failed to mention when you spotted Rafe and his then-date, some black-haired women equally his age, arguing on the upstairs deck of Tanny Hill.

You didn't tell Maribella that you overheard Rafe's date yell at him: "Don't call me the next time you're horny, call Mrs. Young Pussy instead." Before storming out.

You kept in how Rafe had called you Beautiful that night, you didn't keep in how much that made you blush, after Maribella had said "Gross."

You exaggerated how much you had drunk that night to make it seem like a blackout drunk story—was it 10 shots? 20? You've forgotten, you told Maribella.

You told Maribella how after you and Rafe carried a shit-fazed Maribella to her bedroom, Rafe told her you didn't have to go home as the rest of the guests did; you could stay.

"You're always welcomed to stay" His exact words.  

You also left out that moment in which you and Rafe shared in the kitchen sharing a bottle of wine, in which you confronted him about his date leaving mad, and in his exact words:

"Women my age are just so uptight."

And though you hadn't quite understood what he meant, you nodded anyway.

He then says: "I'm sure you can understand that, but in reverse, with men your age."

"Men my age are stupid and don't know what they want." you responded.

"That's a shame." Rafe had told you. "Because I know what I want."

And you knew it wasn't the weed you smoked earlier or the few sips of red wine you were having that altered your perception to make you think Rafe was getting closer to you; Rafe was getting closer to you. 

By the end of the conversation, Rafe was no longer on the opposite side of the kitchen island; he was now standing beside you, the skin of his elbow touching yours. 

Your breathing had become uneven as Rafe's gaze remained steadfastly locked with yours, but you deliberately avoided meeting his eyes, for this was your best friend's father.

You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to think of a way to break the silence. You took a deep breath and forced yourself to look into the intense blue of Rafe's eyes.

You didn't tell Maribella when you told Rafe that you weren't uptight, which was a quip to his response about knowing what he wants. And then he kissed you.     

The kiss took both of you by surprise, but it was undeniable that there was a spark between you. As your lips met, time seemed to stand still, and in that moment, you knew that this was the beginning of something extraordinary.

"And then we had sex." you concluded to Maribella.

Sex would be an understatement, you fucked.

Rafe had placed pecks on every inch of your body as he carried you into his bedroom, a room that was always off-limits when you and Maribella used to play with each other growing up. 

You were too enamored by Rafe's bergamot scent and how he kept calling you beautiful with each peck to your flesh to examine his room and hypothesize why this room of all rooms was once off limits. 

You were too overwhelmed when you felt his large muscular hands tear your clothes off your body to notice the picture of Maribella sitting on Rafe's bed side table.

You were too overcome with lust and craving when Rafe requested that you retrieve a condom from his nightstand, where you intentionally dislodged the photograph of Maribella.

Out of sight out of mine.

As Rafe carefully rolled the condom down his reddening shaft, you feigned an air of eager anticipation, so much so that you almost missed when Rafe remarked:

"You have no idea how long I've been longing for this moment."

Right then, without a warning, Rafe plunged himself deep inside of you like no man has ever done before. 

Your eyes widened, and your mouth formed the shape of an 'o' as you felt his thick cock split your cunt open, kiss your cervix, and sheath deep inside your belly. 

You counted the number of times Rafe said your pussy was tight; it was a number of 10.

At this point, Maribella no longer sat at her vanity and was now sitting beside you on her bed. 

"Oh, lame." She says. "So it was just a drunken mistake, a one-night stand kind of thing?"

You hummed. This reminds you that you should cut things off with Rafe since Maribella knows now. 

Right then in the moment Maribella's phone dings.

"The boys are here." She says. "You ready?"

And as you and Maribella walked down the spiral staircase of Tanny Hill, your friend told you:

"Now that I think of it, I'm not that pissed that you slept with my dad; as I said, I get it: he's rich, and he's good-looking for his age; what other qualities do you need in a man?"

In which you hummed again.

"Now if this was a recurring thing, that's a whole other story--Oh! hi Daddy."

As you and Maribelle descended to the base of the stairs, you were greeted by Rafe.

Rafe looked at you first before greeting his daughter.

You made an effort to maintain eye contact with him, despite his patronizing gaze, resisting the temptation to steal glances at him in his form-fitting shirt that accentuated his muscular physique.

You focused on maintaining a calm and composed demeanor, refusing to let his condescension affect you. Instead, you redirected your attention to the conversation at hand.

"Where are you girls headed?" He asks, addressing no one in particular.

"We're going out," Maribella says, sensing the tension and tugging your wrist towards the door.

"Don't wait up for me; we'll be out all night," Maribella said, Rafe's eyes never leaving yours as you and Maribella exited the door.

The boys you'd met earlier—Steven and Conrad, you think their names were—were parked outside Tanny Hill, blasting some obnoxious music from their car speakers.

"Oh wait, I think I forgot something," you tell Maribella as you approach the car. 

You don't wait for Maribella's approval before jogging back inside her house, where her father awaited you behind the front door with a sly smirk on his lips.

"I knew you couldn't resist telling me a goodbye," he remarked, just as the two of you leaned in for a messy, passionate kiss.

Knowing you were pressed for time, you were the one to break the kiss. 

'Same time again tomorrow night?' he asks, his voice filled with a mix of hope and desire as he wipes away the remnants of your shared moment. 

"Same time." you reassured.

[innieandsungielover]

A/N: This is my first ever fic that I'm posting on this account, or on skz in general, so I hope you guys like it! My inbox is open, so hit me up ig?

Pairing: Bully-ish!Hyunjin x afab!Reader (enemies to lovers)

18+ minors dni!!!

CW: Unprotected sex, oral (fem! receiving), cum eating, fucking in a public area, but no one comes inside!

WC: 3.3k

Love is a fickle thing, it always starts with an infatuation. You constantly think about them, yearn for them, cry for them. Surround yourself with the things they like in hopes of finding something in common.

You never felt you could find this sense of attraction. You watched as people fell in and out of love, but for you, it was just a figment of your imagination. 

There was only one time you were close enough to “love” someone, but instead of the feeling of contentment, it was one of hatred. You were infatuated with him, but not in the way that most would be, you could only see the negative, blinded by hatred for the man in front of you. 

He was in your art class, while you worked with clay pieces, he worked with watercolors. Everyone was in awe of his work, especially your professor. 

There were always subtle tones of love in every one of his paintings. It was his main emotion, his main drive, and it was truly beautiful.

The first time you ever saw one of his paintings was when you accidentally stumbled upon it, it being left in the classroom to dry as he went to go get coffee. 

You were working on one of your structures, an entangled face that showed a range of emotions. It was something that you wanted to achieve to show the complexity of the human mind, of emotions, but you ended up getting distracted by his painting.

You stood in front of it for what felt like hours, looking over each brush stroke, each blend of color, it was beautiful. You hadn’t realized you were crying, a few tears wetting your cheek until Hyunjin was in front of you holding out a tissue. 

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry” you tripped over your words as you took the tissues from his hand, thanking him. “It’s no problem, I’m actually very grateful” 

“And why is that?” you asked, dabbing the tissue at your tear ducts.“My work has never brought someone to tears” he grinned, taking a sip of his iced americano, the condensation of the drink ran down his cup like your tears just moments prior. 

“I don’t know how it hasn’t, the way you depict love is truly extraordinary, I’ve yet to see anything like it before. It isn’t even your form of painting, nor the medium, but the way you can feel the emotion pouring through the artist into their art is magnificent” 

“Such high praise from the teacher’s pet, what did I do to deserve this?” he chuckled, sitting back at his easel, playing with the brushes in the palm of his hand. 

“I’m not the teacher's pet” you glared at him, hating the way your voice stuttered as you spoke out against his accusations. “You most definitely are” he rolled his eyes, causing your eyebrows to furrow, “how else are you affording all your materials while others have much crappier ones? T-E-A-C-H-E-R’S P-E-T” he stated, enunciating every note at the end of his sentence.  

You glared at him, not feeling the need to prove yourself against his harmful words. No longer wanting to be belittled, you turned around, the clay that was previously stuck to your hands cracking. 

You tried to ignore him, truly, but every time you thought you were no longer going to see his face, there he appeared. 

At first, it was at your job, he would come at least three times a day, getting his daily Iced Americano fix. 

“Isn’t it unhealthy to drink more than one of these a day?” you asked, it was slower today so you had time to talk to him as he paid. 

“Wow, she speaks!” he exclaimed, slowly pulling out his card. “I thought you were taking a vow of silence seeing as every time you don’t even ask me what I want. I thought customer service helps you keep your job?” he joked, tilting his head to the side. 

“Well, my manager said it was okay to ignore dicks, so I think that’s what I’m doing!” you grinned, using your ‘customer service voice’ as he just rolled his eyes at you. 

“You would love to see my dick” he whispered, coming closer to the register so only you could hear him. 

Through a smile, you muttered, “If it’s anything like your personality, I bet it’s disgusting and nothing special!” 

He just tsked at you, walking away as someone had finally entered the little coffee place, coming up to the register to place their order. 

The next place was in your own apartment. You had no idea that your roommate, Felix, was close friends with the devil incarnate. 

“Why does he have to come over?” you whined, your body clad in overalls and a tank top as you took a bite of the warm brownie that he had made to help bring you to the “dark side”. 

As you took another bite, you didn’t realize the chocolate that was oozing out of the fudgy dessert, getting on the corner of your mouth. 

“He’s my best friend, plus I don’t know why you don’t like him. He’s like so nice to everyone, not to mention isn’t he your type? I do remember you loooove tall guys, people who are into are, and love reading. He checks all of your boxes babe” he giggled, watching as you glared at him, cheeks filled with the brownies he made you. 

“That doesn’t forgo him being one of the worst people I’ve ever met like he’s such a fucking asshole” you groaned, taking a sip of milk. 

“Hey! That “asshole” happens to be my best friend, so don’t talk about him like that or I’m cutting you off!” 

For such a small and kind dude, he sure had a fiery side to him. You simply nodded your head, lowering it in defeat, allowing him to pet it. 

He began to coo at you as he stroked your hair back. “Look at you being such a good roommate” he giggled, feeding you more of the brownie, which you happily accepted. 

“Now I have to go shower, so if he comes, please open the door for him and make him feel a bit welcome?” Lixie grinned at you, bopping your nose as you nodded your head, not wanting to be a nuisance to your friend. 

You scrolled on your phone, your legs hitting the cabinets underneath the counter you were currently situated on before you heard the jingle of the door knob. Before you could even jump down, the door opened itself, Hyunjin in front of it key in hand. 

“Felix, I can’t wait to tell you about this–” he cut himself off as he saw you, legs jangling off of the kitchen counter, phone in one hand, brownie in the other. 

“What the fuck are you doing here? Are you a stalker or something?” he groaned, placing his stuff on the couch, only for his hands to cross over his body, trying to prove a point. 

“I live here, Felix is my roommate and I’m going back to my room,” you said as kindly as you possibly could, not wanting to upset Lix after he politely asked you not to be a dick. 

“I don’t believe it, you want me that bad you made up an entire scheme to try and sleep with me, I mean I know I’m irresistible, but still that’s a new low.” 

Before he could continue spewing nonsense, you took his hand dragging it to your room. You opened the door allowing him to look inside. Your bra on the floor, your bed made but a bit crumpled from sitting on it earlier, and pictures of you and your friends littering the walls. 

“Is this enough proof for you?” you asked, tilting your head to the side waiting for his response. 

Instead, he took your face in the palm of his hand, his thumb first stroking your chin then slowly shifting down to the corner of your lip. He pulled you a bit closer, your eyes roaming his face, and your breath was caught in your throat. You thought he was going to kiss you, he pulled away with a laugh. 

“What a loser, you had chocolate all over your face while trying to talk to me. Aren’t you the least bit embarrassed?” he grinned, placing the thumb that was just rubbing at the corner of your lip into his mouth, savoring the taste. 

“You mean nothing to me, so why would I care?” you shrugged, taking your wallet in your hand before slowly moving away from your dorm frame to the entrance of your apartment. 

“Tell Felix I’m not going to be back for dinner” With that you left, leaving Hyunjin dumbfounded in the middle of your apartment. 

He was just trying to play hard to get, but you were still not getting it. Did you not notice that he went out of his way to go to the coffee shop that was out of his way, only on days you were working? How he spent hours in the classroom with you just to hear what song you were obsessed with that week, it was like you were oblivious to his infatuation with you. You couldn’t be that dumb, could you?

The last and most hated place to see him was the studio. It was your sanctuary, sure your room meant a lot to you, your own private space, but while working on your art, everything was basically white noise.

From the moment you put on your headphones, you are lost in a trance. The only thing on your mind is the piece in front of you and how you could make it better from the last. 

You were so immersed in your work, that you didn’t realize that Hyunjin had entered the room, working on his own piece.  

Almost an hour had passed as the two of you sat working on your respective pieces. What you didn’t notice was that he was on the phone. You could see his lips moving, but you didn’t think much of it, partly because you didn’t care enough, and the other half was because your favorite song was playing and you had forgotten about him.

It wasn’t until your headphones died that you finally heard the words leaving his mouth. 

“She’s so fucking cute, but I don’t know how she hasn’t noticed that I like her yet. Like why else would I go to her coffee shop 3 times a day Felix? And don’t say it’s because I have a coffee addiction, I know that, but I only go there to see her. And fuck, did you see her at Bin’s party, that short skirt I thought I was going to cum right there and then. How difficult is it for her to see that I like her?” he groaned, covering his face with his hands.

You didn’t even realize that you dropped your bowl of water until he looked up at you, your eyes meeting his. Before you could properly react, he quickly hung up the phone, walking towards you. 

You didn’t even realize, but you had started to run away, but you had nowhere to hide. You squatted down, trying to shield your body from him, but it only allowed him to come closer to you. 

“You heard what I said, didn’t you?” he asked as he crouched down to meet your height.

You didn’t respond, instead just nodding your head, which caused him to groan. He slowly pulled your hands away from your face, his hand on your chin. 

“I like you” he whispered, his face coming closer to yours. “Okay?” you responded, your voice quieter than his. 

“Let me show you” and with that, he captured your lips with his, pulling your body closer to him. Your lips were working in tandem as he wrapped your legs around his torso, your hands flying to the back of his neck, allowing him to pick you up. 

He pulled both of your bodies up, leading you to the closest desk, not allowing the two of you to break your kiss. His tongue licking at the seam of your mouth, begging for an entrance. 

You allowed it, your breaths getting heavier as he pushed his cock into the seam of your leggings, the room filled with your whimpers as he pressed deeper into you, allowing you to feel the hardness of him through his jeans. 

He slowly pulled away, a trail of spit connecting the two of you. “Fuck” you whined as he slowly pulled down your leggings, the cool air causing goosebumps to riddle your legs and arms. 

“Look at this pretty little cunt” he whispered, admiring the way your lips pushed against the cotton of your underwear. “Can’t wait to eat it” he grinned, tearing off your underwear causing you to shout. 

“Hyunjin what the fuck, I never said you could do that?” but you were cut off by the feeling of his plush lips against your clit, lapping away. Your hands instantaneously grasped his hair, pushing him deeper into you, allowing the only thought on his mind to be your pussy. 

You moaned as he continued lapping at it, learning every curve, where you loved being touched. He wanted to understand you, know what made you tick, he wanted to make you his. 

He slowly brought his hand up to your cunt, his finger teasing your hole before slowly pushing it inside of you. “Do you like that baby?” he whispered into your cunt, the vibration on your clit causing your eyes to roll back. 

“Feels so good” you whimpered as you lowered yourself, your back hitting the table. 

He didn’t want to stop until he made you cum in his mouth, he needed to taste you after chasing you for months. He slowly added another finger, thrusting it inside of your soaking hole, his other hand grabbing your thighs, pulling you closer to him. 

“Gonna cum Jinnie” you whimpered, your high being near. As soon as the word Jinnie left your lips, he felt like he was going to cum, the sound of you moaning his name was ringing in his ears and he needed to hear it again and again. 

“Fuck baby, gonna cum, gonna cum on my fingers like a good girl?” 

“Yes, gonna cum for Jinnie” you whimpered, your orgasm taking control of your body, it twitching under the feeling of his fingers continuously thrusting into you, hitting that spongey spot in your repeatedly. 

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on” he whispered, kissing your lips once again. 

You could feel his cock pressing onto your thigh, it protruding through his jeans and all you could think about was making him feel good.  

“Want to make you feel good Jinnie” you whined, pulling away from his lips as your hands frantically went to his jeans, pulling them down to try and get access to his cock. There was a slight wet patch on his boxers, which made you whimper. 

“Please, need it” you whined, your hands trailing to your cunt, spreading your lips apart to show him how wet you were for him. 

“You are going to kill me baby” he grinned, pulling his boxers down, allowing his cock to hit his stomach. Your eyes looked at him in fear when you saw his size. He was long and thick, bigger than everyone you’ve ever been with. 

“Don’t tell me you are scared” he chuckled, running the tip of his cock along your folds, capturing your wetness along his tip. You shook your head, trying to prove to him that you weren’t. 

“It’s okay baby, I’ll go slow, let me get a condom” But before he could even reach into his jeans to get his wallet, you stopped him. “It’s okay, I’m on the pill, please need to feel all of you Jinnie” 

Who was he to say no to your cute pleading face, so he slowly pushed the tip of his cock into you, causing the two of you to moan. You at the feeling of your cunt being stretched out, and him at the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock. 

His cock was so deep inside of you, you felt like you could cum from just his cock resting inside of you. 

“Fuck baby, your pussy is taking me so well, wish we did this before instead of all this bickering, it’s like you were made for me.” he moaned while slowly beginning to thrusting into you, making sure he wasn’t going to fast.

To ensure your comfort, and to get you closer to your high because he knew he wasn’t going to last long, he began playing with your clit. “Jinnie feels so good, you are so deep inside of me” you whimpered.

He took it as a sign to start thrusting into you deeper. Each thrush hits your g-spot perfectly. With the stimulation of his finger on your clit, you couldn’t do it anymore. You started clenching down on him harder and harder. 

Your cunt was locking him in and all he could do was groan. The final push was when he moaned directly into your ear. You came all over his cock letting your moans hit his ear. He pulled out of you stroking his cock “Where do you want me to cum baby?” he whined, feeling close.

“I want it in my mouth” you begged and that was all he needed. He slowly lifted your body from the table as you fell to your knees in front of him, allowing him to push his cock into your mouth. 

He shoved it deep inside, causing you to deep-throat it, and came straight down your throat. “Fuck, I can’t believe we didn’t do that sooner.” he grinned. 

“It’s all your fault, you were the bully” you whined, trying to find your leggings to pull over your body since the room had gotten significantly cooler. 

“We should get dressed though, we don’t need anyone else to know what we just did” he looked around frantically, a worried look on his face, causing you to laugh.

“You just fucked me on a desk, and now you are scared?” 

“Yes, because I had this whole plan of taking you out to dinner, and buying you this really pretty dress I saw that I thought looked perfect for you and everything” he pouted. 

He looked adorable like this, and you couldn’t believe it was the same man that made your life a living hell, that was now in front of you causing you to coo at his jutted lip. 

“You are so cute” you mumbled, grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss. Maybe love starts off different for everyone. 

_____

You walked into your apartment, hand in hand. A grin splayed on his face as you fought with him about how drinking iced americanos more than twice a day was crazy, and how his heart was going to stop. 

The two of you didn’t even realize that Felix was in your living room until the two of you heard an “I fucking knew it!” 

He was whooping and hollering around your apartment. “I knew it was going to start with this enemies-to-lover type shit and then boom y’all are going to fuck” 

Before the two of you could even utter a single word, he stopped you by continuing. “Please tell me it wasn’t on our shared couch though, it doesn’t need to be fucked on a second time” 

“You what!” you looked at him with fury in your eyes, Hyunjin just laughed at the spectacle playing out in front of him, damn he loved you. 

[skelly-words]

Knock First Next Time

(NSFW Levi x Reader)

MDNI 18+ only

I just woke up and this was in my drive, bro, idk it's crazy. I don't even wanna talk about it anymore, just read the tags and don't look at me.

Reader has a cooch

Tags: excessive porn, Levi being a loser, Monster fucking-ish, double penetration, anal and p in v, tail play (is that a thing), biting, choking, undiscussed kinks (but bffr it's fine in fantasy), he has two dicks and they're blue with bioluminescent cum, that's my tag

Synopsis: You walk in on Levi playing eroge, pls just read the tags and don't make me explain it.

Wc: 4.2k

“Levi?” you yell through the door to his room. “You skipped lunch so I brought you something.”

You knock persistently at the wood. It’s late in the afternoon and nobody has seen Leviathan all day. Most of the brothers aren’t worried about him, citing his commonly reclusive behavior. Even if this is regular, you want to make sure he at least remembers to eat even if he is wrapped up in his new anime or RPG binge.

“I don’t know if you can hear me or not but I’m coming in.” You knock a couple of times in warning before you swing the door open.

The lights in his room are so dim you can barely see his silhouette as he sits, hunched over, in his gaming chair. Levi’s playing some kind of RPG. An erotic one judging by the big-tittied anime girls and multi-colored tentacles moving across the screen. And it would be nice if you had respected his privacy and left his room, but that would be boring and predictable. You calmly set the plate and sandwich on the edge of his bed as you approach the back of his chair.

As you get closer, you can hear muffled sound coming from his headphones. No wonder he couldn’t hear you knocking. You stay quiet and out of his peripheral vision, slowly reaching to lift the left side of his headphones away from his ear.

“Wow, Levi,” you whisper into his ear. “I didn't know you were into tentacle hentai.”

“No!” he shrieks, frantically trying to close out of the game. He’s too shocked, shaking so badly he can’t get the mouse to the exit button before you’re pulling his chair back from his desk. “That's not what this is. It isn't what it looks like.”

“Really? ‘Cause it looks like you blew us all off to play eroge all day. Just wait until your brothers hear about this.”

“No, please don’t, it’s not in like a weird way. It’s an RPG. I can’t resist a good RPG even if most of the art and story arc is erotic.”

“How respectful,” you say half-sarcastically. You’re equally unimpressed and entertained. “You’re making me interested. Talk to me about it.” You lean against his chair, tilting him back to look up at you. 

“No!” He says for the third time.

“What? Is that your new favorite word?” You tilt your head to the side to see if he looks any less embarrassed sideways. “Can I play with you?”

You have ulterior motives when asking, but Levi doesn’t seem to pick up on that. He shakes his head and buries his blush in his hands. 

“Absolutely not. Get out, and please don’t tell my brothers. Especially Mammon, he’ll extort me for money. And I can’t handle the teasing from Asmo…” He keeps mumbling about whatever, but you aren’t really listening to it. 

You pull his chair further away from his desk to make room for you to stand in front of him. The art style is interesting, and you click through some of the dialogue, but he’s too far progressed for you to understand the story at all. For all you know, the excuse that he’s playing it for the plot could be total bullshit.

“Hey, stop that.” Levi stands up and snatches the mouse from you, unintentionally clicking the story along. He’s recovered from his brief heart attack enough to get up from his gaming chair, but not enough to notice how his body effectively traps you against his desk.

The screen changes to the actual gameplay, which is somehow more lewd than the story portion of the game. A woman is spread across the center of the screen with a slimy blue tentacle pressed into each of her holes. There’s a slightly smaller tentacle too that wraps up the woman’s leg and lays across her clit. A timer bar steadily decreases across the top of the screen. 

Levi’s frozen. You probably think he’s such a fucking pervert now, and it doesn’t help that he can feel himself getting hard while standing so close behind you. It’s even worse that he’s going to have to lose this level now, ruining his perfect run of the game.

Your hand overlaps his on the mouse as you drag the cursor to the pause button. His fingers still don't move, hovering the cursor uselessly over the button.

"You're gonna run out of time," you keep a playful lilt to your voice. "Either pause it or play."

He debates for a second longer, doing whatever mental gymnastics he usually goes through to figure out how to proceed. He barely misses a beat. The cursor drops away from the pause button. You don't really pay attention to the gameplay itself, focusing on feeling his hand beneath yours, the lewd sounds echoing from the abandoned headphones looped around Levi's neck, and his growing boner pressing against your lower back.

"You're good," you say, half-impressed and concerned with the dramatics of the female's orgasm. The level finishes, and Levi keeps his perfect record with a three-star score.

"Do you still want me to show you how to play?" It's the boldest thing he can manage to say, which isn't saying much when it comes out so pathetically. He's begging as if the answer is hopelessly 'no.'

"Sure."

You can feel when Levi exhales, relieved, against your temple. His hand twitches beneath yours on the mouse as he drags the cursor to exit the game and start a new save.

Apparently, his whole spiel about playing for the story wasn't complete bullshit. He points out important plot points and shows you different strategies, but it's hard to concentrate on anything he says.

As his nerves dissolve, replaced by pure nerdiness, he pulls his chair back up to the desk, sits down, and settles you in his lap. You doubt he's completely aware of what he's doing with how engrossed he is with the game. When he's teaching you how to play, he has complete tunnel vision.

Levi lets you hold the mouse, reversing the roles so that he's guiding your hand. His unoccupied arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to him with a gasp whenever you come close to losing.

You find yourself surprisingly into it, despite never playing an eroge before. Your left hand stays glued to the keyboard, sprawled across the controls as you concentrate on the game. You're literally sweating as you struggle to finish the level (or make the level finish, either way).

A yellow banner unrolls across the screen, and the protagonist frowns at your one-star win.

"Shit, that was kinda intense." You sigh and lean back into his chest. Intense is an understatement. Adrenaline was making your hands shake and breath stutter. It didn't help that Levi was being so generous with his touch. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was pulling you against his bulge on purpose, but he was probably just being absentminded.

"It's fun, right?"

"Yeah, and the art is pretty hot too. It's fucked up that you need both hands to play, know what I mean?" You let go of the controls to pry his arm from around your waist. It starts off with you innocently playing with his fingers as he contemplates what you’re talking about. While it's obvious, he tries to find an alternative meaning.

"Help me out, Levi?" You bring his hand down to rest on the front of your shorts.

He stops breathing and he freezes. A few seconds pass as his brain takes a second to catch up. Even when he relaxes, there's still tension in how he holds himself.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

You roll your eyes at his question and go back to clicking through the next segment of the story.

Levi's touches begin hesitantly, barely brushing you as he unties the drawstring of the loose shorts. You try to stay cool. Somebody has to, and with the way he struggles to untie the simple bow, it's not going to be him.

"C'mon, Levi." You'd been playing for at least an hour, becoming more and more wound up by the erotic imagery the entire time. Maybe at the beginning, you were being purposefully suggestive to tease him, but now it felt like you actually needed him to touch you. Not that you were into tentacles or anything. You especially weren't turned on by the way his tail had loosely wrapped around your ankle at some point.

"You're not even playing anymore." He tried to sound smooth and confident, but there was still a shake in his voice and hands. Even the hand guiding yours on the mouse felt a little sweatier.

You clicked through the rest of the story quickly, skimming over the text and pausing for longer when particularly provocative characters or lines flashed across the screen.

Levi's fingers slipped down the front of your shorts as you started the next level of the game. You'd barely managed to win the last level, and your gameplay only got sloppier as his index finger pushed your underwear to the side. The tip of his middle finger slipped up your slit, stopping when he felt your clit.

You squirmed in his lap, spreading your legs across his thighs.

"Pay attention. You're losing." He critiques your technique further as the pad of his finger loops lazily over your nub. He's back to being fully immersed in the stupid RPG.

You can't pay attention when he slips his finger lower to tease your entrance just to make you wetter. He plays with your pussy so easily. You don't notice anything weird about it until you moan and he laughs, mumbling, "Just like the game."

"Are you fucking kidding me, Levi?" You're not mad that he's doing it, more pissed that it's working. He's following the motions you should be doing on the desperate, slutty, moaning woman on the screen.

"What? I'm giving you hints."

You lose that level, but Levi doesn't. He gently coaxes an orgasm out of you with a finger on your clit. You cum around nothing, staring enviously at the character stuffed so full on the screen.

"It's too bad we can't recreate the whole thing." You try to sound nonchalant, but your legs shake a little as you turn to face him. You straddle his lap as best you can without the armrests getting in the way.

"W-what do you mean?" He stutters now that it isn't a game anymore. His eyes flick from the red losing screen to your face.

"Don't play dumb." You can feel his bulge against the front of your shorts as you lean closer to him. It's hard to keep eye contact when filth spills out of your mouth. "I wanna be full like that."

"Are you serious? 'Cause-" He cuts himself off with a hand over his mouth.

"What?"

"I don't wanna say it. It's so gross." He speaks between the small gaps in his fingers.

"I'm into slimy tentacles, how gross could it be?" You gently pull his hand away from his mouth. "Tell me."

"U-um, I, er-" He clears his throat and shuts his eyes, as if not looking at you makes it easier. "I have two, um, well you know. But it's not normal, so if you think it's weird don't feel bad, okay?"

"Are you shitting me?" It's your turn to cover your mouth. "Sorry, I meant, can I see?"

He nods, dropping his head and hands to untie his sweats. You push his hands out of the way when he gets slow and loses his first wave of confidence. It's impossible to pull his sweats down in the cramped position forced by the gaming chair. After thirty seconds too long of struggling, you huff in frustration.

"Let's just go to your bed."

"The tub?"

"Yeah, the tub." You start to wiggle off his lap, but he stops you.

Levi roughly grabs your thighs. He's clumsy when he stands up but makes up for it with the fact that you weigh next to nothing to him. Your hands balance on his chest, working upwards to hold onto his shoulders.

His tail slips higher to notch in the bend of your knee as he takes unsteady steps towards his bathtub. The cool porcelain bowl is almost overflowing with pillows and plushies. Your legs loop over either side of the tub as you spill out of his arms. You sink into the tub, submerging in the pillows as you would in water. Your hips stay lifted in the air, legs held up by the tub and Levi's cool fingers.

You can hardly feel his shaky touch as it creeps up your thighs, not until he brushes the hem of your shorts. He's so light and cautious, afraid for you to regret your decision and run, every movement is testing the water.

"Don't tease me, Levi." You gently tug the sleeve of his hoodie, dragging his hand between your thighs again so he can feel how warm you are. And as if he could ever resist you after that, you softly whisper, "Please, I wanna see you."

With a groan, his hand slides higher, cuffing the crease of your thigh. The loose leg of the night shorts bunches up to show off the lacy blue panties that barely cover you at all.

"I don't even know what to do with you." His other hand palms his bulge through his sweatpants, thumbing over each cockhead through the layers of material.

It's hard not to laugh, not meanly, but Levi's so cute like this. His hands fall to his sides, tightening and relaxing like he needs something to hold onto. He's focused on how you move while you slip the shorts off your legs.

He fumbles with his sweats, still as clumsy as he was before. There's a light tremble to the motions of his fingers as the knot comes undone and his pants slide down.

Levi kneels between your thighs in his light gray boxers. You're caged in by his arms, still clothed in your dark shirt. His hips slot against yours, and you can feel how much precum has soaked through the fabric of his underwear. The stickiness between you makes a mess of your panties too; it slickens the friction against your sensitive clit. His hips set a steady rhythm of rutting into you, shallow breaths beating against your neck with each rough roll.

"Okay," he says between breaths, "but you can't freak out."

Levi leans in to hesitantly kiss you. His left hand slips down to his boxers, shuffling them down and around his thighs. The kiss is a distraction, capturing your attention with the slide of his tongue against your bottom lip while he presses the head of his dick against your thigh.

You gasp into the kiss pulling away to watch him push your panties to the side. The flushed purple at the tip of his upper cock fades to a blue that almost matches the lace trim digging into the crease of your thigh. The tip of his lower dick is buried inside you. Precum drips onto your navel as he fucks further into you, forming a snail trail up your abdomen to mark how deep he is.

Your tight tank top bunches higher and higher around your waist, inching up with each thrust until the material is scrunched under your tits. Levi's mouth latches around your nipple through the thin cotton, soaking it through with his spit as he sucks on you. He tugs the strap off your opposite shoulder, letting his fingers trail down your chest. The cool touch makes your nipple stiffen as he rolls the bud between his thumb and forefinger, a sharp exhale leaving your lips.

Levi's mouth becomes greedier as you moan freely. The seal of his mouth muffles his own sounds as his dick hits deeper, finding spots that make your hips buck back against him.

"I want both," you whine. Your hand drops to where his neglected cock slides up your tummy through a light-blue puddle. It throbs in your hand as you milk him for more precum until the slick drips between your fingers.

"Fuck, you were serious?" Levi pops off your tit to look down at you with a lopsided grin. The hand cupping your breast leaves, crawling down your stomach to collect some of his mess on the way to your butt. In the low light of his LED strips, the streaks on your skin almost glow.

He lets you keep him warm while he preps you. Hips stay flush with yours while he focuses on pushing his middle finger past your rim. He's so slow and gentle, groaning into your ear as he slides deeper. It's too slow and methodical, so torturous that you're breath catches with each push and pull.

Your messy hand slips lower, leaving the tip of his dick to help him out. The tip of your finger presses alongside his as he fucks into you.

"Shit, Levi." Your words come between hot pants. "I need one more."

"What a fucking filthy mouth." He laughs softly and catches your lips in a kiss. You're perfectly pliant, letting him fill you up, even his tongue tasting you too. A third finger stretches you open and you whimper into his mouth as your muscles adjust.

A sick squish comes from between your bodies, matching the milky stains that dotted the pillows beneath you. It takes all of Levi's self-control to keep his hips still when you're tucked under him like this. Thighs spread out while he fills up your cute pussy.

His breath catches as you tug his wrist away, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

"I think I'm ready, baby." Your hand wraps around his to guide it higher, up to the base of his lower dick. "Just, go slow, okay?"

"Uh-huh." He nods into your neck as he begins to pull out of you. The tip of his dick throbs when he taps it against your rim. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum so fast."

"I-It's okay," you stumble when the point of his tail bumps your clit. It's a shame that you're so empty, his pre dribbles out of your slit as you clench around nothing. "Me too."

The smooth scales of his tail raise goosebumps on your thigh as it moves across your skin. It winds down the crease of your right hip and up around to the left. He uses it to lift your hips up better and take the pressure off your legs. You can tell it's a good angle before he even pushes in. The head of his cock sinks into your ass, there's barely any resistance with how slick your pussy left him. His warm breaths dampen your neck, maybe some of it's spit with how it drips a little toward your chest.

You rub the tip of his neglected dick up and down your cunny, just enough to make him whine. His tail hikes your hips up and he sinks into you, not all at once, but enough for a sharp moan leave your split lips. He slows to a gentle grind, trying not to let out anymore embarrassing sounds in your ear, trying not to shove more into you no matter how good it feels.

His teeth sink into your neck, biting down to muffle the groans while he tries not to fuck into you.

"It's okay," you breathe out, "just go slow."

"Mmhmm," Levi hums, tongue laving over the indents of his teeth. The first roll of his hips is generous, and he bites back any noise when his dentition digs into you. Your moans pitch up as he fills you one inch at a time. The scales on his tail are cool to the touch, just like his fingers. The thin end flicks your clit up and down, making you leak and squish around him.

Your cunt is twitching as forces more dick into you, drooling down to lubricate your ass as you get closer. Just the way he bites you, grunting between gritted teeth as he ruts into you, has your poor pussy sucking him in more.

"You did it, baby." Levi's smile presses into your neck. He sits up on his knees, leaving a parting kiss on your lips as he pulls back. His hands trace the swell in your tummy, the fuzzy hair at the base of his cock bumping your swollen nub as he grinds into you. "I didn't think I'd fit."

A soft giggle trickles, rose-scented and sultry, out of your pretty mouth. "You fit fucking perfect."

A grin tugs at his mouth and he pulls back a little. The drag is delicious. You can feel every vein and ridge on him as your holes clamp down from sensitivity. He kisses you slow, shoving into your g-spot from the angle he has you bent at.

"You're so so tight," he murmurs against your mouth, taking shaky breaths between kisses. It's like you don't want to let him go and he'd be content to stay buried inside of you.

Levi doesn't let you reply, licking into your mouth when you try to speak, consuming your broken words when he bites those petal-sweet lips. Spit pools in the corners of your mouth, drooling to match the juice curving down your butt.

He has to swallow more of your moans as he starts to move. His hips start with a stutter because he wants so badly to stay stuffed inside of you, but he finds a rhythm. You cling to his shoulders, nails leaving angry crescents in his milky skin.

Your legs tremble each time Levi fills you up, squeezing into your tight ass while your pussy eagerly slurps in every inch of his heavy cock. They slip around his waist to lock in the back, one ankle crossing over the other so he can't possibly pull away. And he doesn't want to, whispering filth to you between tender kisses.

"Thank you," Levi groans as he rocks into you. "Thank you for being such a cute toy." His hands get greedier, slipping around your butt and gripping dimples into the fat.

He's smothers you with his lips until you're dizzy off his taste. Stealing more than just your breath, the swell of your bottom lips catches on his canine.

You cup Levi's jaw, drawing your thumb over his adam's apple on your way down his neck. The curve of your hand settles around the base of his throat as a warning.

"You think so?" Your voice is testy, but Levi doesn't seem to notice.

He nods, eyes too glazed over to really be listening. "Perfect fucking slut, all full of me." His breath fans over your wrist as he looks down at where you're holding him.

"Try again."

You keep him just a hair away from reaching your lips, digging the pad of your thumb into the hollow between his collar bones. There's barely pressure at first. He fucks into you harder, locking eyes with you while his dicks turn up your guts. As if that was the right answer, he leans in to kiss you again.

The palm of your hand flattens against the front of his throat, pressing him further away. You keep him held back, even has he strains against you, choking himself on your hand for a kiss.

"Gimme a kiss," his voice is thick, cut up too by the gentle squeeze of your fingers. "Please, baby." He punctuates each word with his cock, hitting you better with the heel of his palm flattening your stomach. He massages over the faint bulge. A thin string of saliva drips from his mouth to yours as he feels himself inside of you, prodding against his hand while you squirm beneath him.

A low rumble starts to build in his chest as he tries to get close to you, even to lay his pouting lips on your cheeks or forehead. His sounds are choked by the hand around his throat. He's almost silent as your fingers tighten around him except for a few strangled gasps that slip through.

You can feel Levi’s dick throb as his pace grows frantic, pushing you into the pillows like he can nestle any deeper. There's a hazy look in his eyes, partially obscured by the sweaty smear of his bangs. He's so cute it makes your grip loosen, bringing a pretty flush to his cheeks as blood rushes to his head. All that extra oxygen makes him whimper as he begins to spill out inside of you.

"Shi- Fuck I'm cumming." Levi's hands tighten around your waist as his thrusts become stunted and sloppier. His groans go straight to your pussy and the next swipe of his tail sends you over the edge. Your hips buck to meet him halfway as his slick begins to leak out of you. His cum glows a pale blue, running out as you tighten on his cock.

This time, you don't stop his kisses. Your fingernails scratch through the hair at the base of his neck, curling and tugging on it harsher than you mean to. The roll of his hips doesn't stop until you're both shaking and oversensitive. His breathing is heavy and getting slower as he comes to a stop.

Levi's breathing almost stops too when he looks down at the mess. "I'm sorry." His face pales as he pulls out of you. Rivulets of his release drip out, glossy and translucent to leave a cool shine to any skin it got smeared on. Your underwear is stretched to floss, sticking into place between your soaked pussy lips when your thighs snap shut. The love bites he left are beginning to darken as well, threatening to stain various shades of red and purple. "Like really seriously sorry."

A/N- nite then <3

<lightly edited bc I didn't do his orgasm justice>

[catt-leya]

Collide || Rick Grimes 18+

About the fic: 'Collide' was the first smutty fic I ever wrote and I posted it one year ago. During the year a lot of people asked me for a second part, but since I believed I had better ones I never took the second part in consideration (it was my first and well...you can see I had no clue what I was doing while writing it hihi)

Soooo I thought it might be fun to rewrite 'Collide' one year later and see how it works (as a little celebration for my first year here)...and I fell in love and since I'm not writing a second part of it I made it WAY longer with actual smut...have fun 💗

Summary: Rick and you are on a run and you can't stand each other until you have to work together...

Trigger: dirty talk, choking (?), breeding (?), enemies to lovers (?) they hate each other

Annoyed, you stomp through the forest behind Rick.

You just can't stand it when he orders you around, and when he told you to go with him to look for an outpost, you thought you'd jump down his throat.

Your eyes bore into his back, "Enlighten me. Why would you want me to come with you? Couldn't you have brought someone else who would rather be with you? Daryl, Michonne, or just a rock for all I care."

You see exactly how his shoulders lift as he takes a deep breath, "I couldn't find a rock big enough to replace you."

Rick and you don't really get along and mostly try to avoid each other, but you can also understand why he didn't want to roam the woods alone. That's where you're a better backup than not having one at all. 

Especially since, despite your differences, you wouldn't let anything happen to him and you can be sure that he would step into the breach for you too.

You've known each other since the time you spent in prison and yet you've never warmed up to each other. Your only common ground, besides your need to protect others, is probably your friendship with Daryl, who has long since given up on bringing you together in any way.

In the beginning, you were also annoyed that Rick took on the role of leader, until you had to admit that he's really good at it, and now you're just upset when he lets the all-knowing leader hang out in front of you.

Groaning, you continue to stomp after him, mentally slapping yourself as you notice your eyes sliding over his back, which is covered by a brown leather jacket. 

You can't stand it when he wears that stupid jacket, and you can stand it even less when he brushes a few strands out of his face like he's doing now, causing the jacket to lift up with his shirt so that you can see a narrow strip of his skin.

You grit your teeth and hiss, "Couldn't we have taken a car?"

He looks over his shoulder at you and his blue eyes seem to gleam in the murky forest, "And then what? Should we have just run over some trees to get to the outpost?"

You roll your eyes, "Maybe you haven't heard, genius. But there's an invention called a ROAD."

Annoyed, he turns away and you hear him mutter softly, "I should have looked harder for a rock."

"Ha. Ha. Ha."

You take your eyes off him and look up into the treetops.

Summer is so slowly saying goodbye and the leaves are changing color. But, what makes the day so dull today is the fog that hangs incredibly low.

Thick swaths dance around the branches above you and you watch so fascinated that you don't see the root in front of your feet and stumble.

You squeak softly and try to find your balance, which only results in you taking three awkward steps and Rick turning to you at the girly sound you make.

Before you take your last step, you already know you wouldn't catch yourself again and reach out to Rick to steady yourself. Only you didn't think he'd stand as steady as a blade of grass in the wind, and you yank him to the ground with you.

After the dull thud, you can count yourself lucky that you landed on him and that he didn't push you to the ground with all his weight.

Flat on his back, Rick lies beneath you and closes his eyes, groaning, "Holy shit."

The impact has pushed all the air out of your lungs and you take a deep breath, "Sorry."

All that comes from him is a "Hmmm" and you grab his shoulders to push yourself up off of him.

Your whole body is pressed against his and you block out the warm feeling gathering between your legs as you straighten up as far as you can before your waistband gets caught in his belts.

You can't even really see what's slipping in where before you're moaning, "Holy shit. Couldn't one belt have been enough for you?"

Confused, he opens his eyes, "Huh?"

Testifying, you try to get your pants off him and mimic him, "'Huh?' That's your only contribution?"

You feel his body tense under you as he lifts his head slightly to see what's even going on and then sighs, "Woman, now don't act like this shit is my fault. How about next time you don't trip, or at least have the good grace not to knock me over too?"

Rick's arrogance provokes you to nag, "And how about next time you catch me and not fall over like a wet bag of rice?"

You can see him getting angrier, and perversely, it really turns you on. 

His eyes are much darker than before and you seriously have the urge to rub up against him. Disgusted with yourself, you shake your head and Rick grits his teeth as he hisses, "Get your ass up so I can get at it, if you can't do it yourself."

You're reluctant to do what he asks, but if you really want to get away from him, you have no choice, and you straighten up on your knees to the left and right of his thighs as much as you can so that he can reach between you with his hand.

The fact that his hand is so close to the spot between your legs in the process that under normal circumstances you would tick his hand off, you try to ignore and instead release one hand from his shoulder to press your loose shirt against your body.

In order for him to see what he's doing, he has to look down at you, and you don't feel the urge to show him your bare tits. 

Of course, he notices your attempt to keep your dignity and murmurs softly, "Relax. There's nothing to see anyway."

If you still had a free hand, you'd love to slap him, but with your shirt problem and the fact that his shoulder is your only support at the moment, you have to settle for a venomous stare.

He doesn't even notice and instead tugs hard on your pants so that your crotch presses firmly against his and he growls, "I outlast hordes of walkers and then scrape off because you can't look where you're going."

You dig your fingers into his shoulder "Oh my god, you're so dramatic. We're not going to die just because our pants got caught," and then grumble, "Hold my shirt. I have small hands, maybe I can get it to work."

Unsatisfied, he's now the one pressing the shirt against your body and you use your hand to get at your problem.

His belt buckle sits oddly on one loop of your pants and you try to pull it out of his belt, "I swear that was the last time I went out alone with you, Rick."

His knuckles graze your collarbone and you wince.

Exasperated, you growl, "I'll just take my pants off in a minute."

He mutters a "God forbid," and you jerk your head up to kill him with your gaze, "Rick, I swear to you, if the next thing that comes out of your mouth isn't helpful, I'm going to lose it."

He rolls his eyes, "You talk so incredibly much. Can't you just shut up for a minute so I can spin us so I'm on top?"

His choice of words brings a blush to your face and you hiss, "I talk when I want to and I know you'd love to shut me up, but hardly anything smart comes from you either."

His gaze slides down your body and he mumbles into his beard, "I know what I could stuff your mouth with to keep you quiet and you'd probably thank me for it."

Frozen, you pause in mid-motion and look at him. 

You're not sure if you imagined his words, or maybe your imagination is running away with you. At least you now see in your mind's eye what he would press into your mouth, and that brings your heart out of rhythm for a moment.

A few seconds pass before he looks you in the face again and you find your voice again, whispering harshly, "I'm certainly not going to lie on my back like a helpless bug while you push me to the floor."

Mischievousness flashes in his eyes and you now truly believe he is actually flirting with you, "Afraid of having me on top of you?"

He releases his hand from your shirt and rests it on your neck instead. You don't care at the moment that your neckline is now gaping open again, and as his thumb runs over your pulse, you're sure he can feel how fast your heart is beating.

You're really afraid to have him on top of you. 

Afraid of being pressed to the ground by his body in such a way that your movements are even more restricted than they already are, because momantaneously you still have at least the slightest measure of superiority over him. But as soon as he has you under him, that little difference is gone.

It's only now, as you let your eyes slide over his face, that you notice how close your lips actually are, and you have the brief reflex to just lean down and cover his pretty mouth with yours. You stare at his lips as he grins boyishly and asks, "So, don't you want to know what it would feel like?"

How it would feel to have him inside you is the only thought your mind can manage, and you actually whimper out.

Taking advantage of this brief moment of weakness, Rick swiftly spins you around so that he's between your legs, his pelvis pressing firmly against you.

You draw in a sharp breath as you feel how hard his cock is and gasp softly, "Rick."

Blinking, he looks down at you and you feel his chest press against your soft tits with each breath he takes. 

Briefly, like you, he seems to have forgotten what got you into this situation before he shakes his head and positions himself on his elbow so he can lift his hip and reach between you again, "I can't believe how tight this shit is."

Fluttering, your eyes fall shut and you think about how wet you already are for him. Oh my god, you can't stand him, but you also can't pretend you're not going to let him fuck you right here and now.

In a hushed voice, you ask him, "Rick? Is it working? Otherwise, just take my pants off."

You realize that he's also just a man who probably hasn't slept with a woman in a long time (not that you're paying attention) and it probably doesn't have much to do with you personally that his cock is twitching in his pants and you can feel it between your legs.

"Please don't talk about taking your pants off," he says in a husky voice and at the word 'please' you open your eyes again.

He's given up on undoing his belt and instead props himself up on both elbows above you, "I don't plan on dying with a hard-on in my pants."

You don't know what to do with your hands, so without giving it much thought, you grope his upper arms, "And again, you're being so dramatic. We're not particularly far from Alexandria and we've secured the area, so don't be a pussy and just take my fucking pants off."

He flinches and squints his eyes.

So you try to reach between you yourself to unzip your pants, he presses harder against you, so you can't reach your pants with your hand and instead have to stifle a moan yourself as he presses hard against you again.

"In case you haven't figured it out yet: I'm overly horny and you certainly can't take your pants off without me cumming in my own. So hands off," he growls with arousal.

His direct words make you whimper softly and you press closer to him.

The annoyed mood turns to something else entirely and you breathe softly, "I certainly don't even need my hands for that. I can promise you that."

You know he doesn't want to react to you like that, but he groans anyway as you start rubbing up against him.

The problem with his belt and your pant loop is forgotten, and you pull him down to you by the back of his neck.

You don't even have to ask him to, he's already putting his lips on your pounding pulse and kissing the heated skin.

You gyrate your hips and grip his hair tightly as you hear him moan against your neck.

Your breathing is erratic and you wrap your legs around his narrow waist to pull him even closer to you.

What you wouldn't give to make the distracting fabric of your jeans disappear and let him slide into you.

The way he moves over you turns you to putty in his arms and you whimper, "More."

You don't care how pathetic you sound or what he would say afterward. In the here and now, you want him to take you.

Hard.

You hear his muffled moan against your neck, "Fuck, I thought you hated me."

Tense, you press your lips together, and when you don't answer him, he lifts his head and pushes your chin up with one hand so far you have no choice but to look at him.

"I don't hate you. I just don't like you very much," you say, but you can't even believe yourself.

He leans forward, his lips brushing yours ever so slightly, "Oh, is that so? So if you don't like people, you dry hump them?"

You can't bring yourself to say anything but his name and he breathes, "Talk to me."

Again he pushes his cock to just the right spot and your insides tighten in excitement, "Please, Rick."

You're at the point where you're begging him to make you cum, and you let your hands slide down his back to pull his jacket and shirt up enough for your hands to rest on his bare back.

His skin feels soft under your fingertips and you sigh softly against his lips, still millimeters from yours.

You don't care about the cool floor and all you want is Rick.

"I love it when you make those soft sounds," it sounds like he's reluctant to admit it, but you reward him for his honesty by purring, "Make me do them again."

Growling, he presses his lips to yours, pushing himself a little further over you, which brings a soft click and without looking, you know your pants have come off his belt.

Rick hears it, too, and breaks away from your lips in surprise to sit up and realize that you're no longer stuck to each other.

He himself is staring at his belt and you can't stop your eyes as they move a few inches lower and you stare at the bulge that was pressed against your pussy just a few seconds ago.

The silence is oppressive and where normally you would barely hold back and throw things at each other, now you are silent.

You'd like to say you're no longer attracted to him now that he's not so close, but you can't stop thinking about how warm his skin felt under your palms and how his kiss tasted.

He is still kneeling motionless between your legs and you are lying flat on your back. Your nipples are clearly visible through the thin fabric of your shirt, and you'd love to squeeze your legs together to ease the throbbing between them, but instead you say softly, "Rick."

He releases his gaze from his belt and looks at you as if he's seeing you for the first time in his life.

You know full well you could make a complete ass of yourself and he'd rub it in your face for years, but you meekly mumble, "Take off your jacket and shirt, please."

Over the years, you've learned that Rick is extremely hard to read and you never know if he's going to give you a hug or tick you off. He's always in control of his facial features.

Except now.

His mouth hangs open and he looks at you as if you had asked him to stick a stick up his ass and start a fire with it.

You take a deep breath and push yourself up with your hands so that you can sit in front of him and grab his jacket yourself.

He doesn't move an inch.

You run your hands over the soft fabric on his collar and then slide a little lower to gather the fabric in your small hands and pull the jacket off his broad shoulders. As you do so, you bend even further towards him and his eyes lock onto your lips.

You set the jacket down beside you on the dry leaves and tug at the hem of his shirt, "Don't make me beg you."

Slowly he looks you in the eye again and your breath catches as you realize how close you are to his face again. You could count every single gray hair in his beard and see the shades of blue in his eyes.

The thought "Shit, he's handsome" flits through your mind and you wonder where you mustered the self-control to more or less ignore how incredibly attractive he is.

For a while, you just stare into each other's eyes until Rick lifts his hands and reaches down his neck to pull his shirt over his head.

It's not the first time you've seen Rick topless, but it's the first time you've wanted to see him like this, and the first time you've wanted to touch him.

His stomach rises with each breath, and you hate yourself for how this normal action makes you moan softly.

When he hears it, he bites his lower lip and puts his shirt down on his jacket.

Slowly, he leans toward you, making you back away further until you're flat on your back again and he's towering over you.

"Does this change anything between us?" his voice is rough and soaked with arousal, which only makes your voice seem higher, "No."

Like a predator about to pounce on its prey, he looks at you, "You're still going to hate me after I fuck you?"

You raise your hand and trace his collarbone with your finger, "Exactly." Again, you hear the lie in that one little word.

Even Rick laughs, shaking his head, and then leans down so his lips graze yours again, "I don't believe a word you say."

Instead of defending yourself or repeating yourself, you bridge the small distance that separates you and kiss him.

You think you hear a soft "fuck" from him, but you may have imagined it because you're far too busy sliding your hands over his torso.

The hair on his chest is soft under your palms, and the further down you slide, the more his abs twitch under your touch.

Awkwardly, you try to push your chin higher so Rick doesn't have to lean so far down toward you to make up for the size difference, and whimper into the kiss as he puts a hand to your neck and pushes your head higher that way himself.

The way his hips rest heavily on you and his tongue is deep in your mouth makes you feel complete.

You run your fingers over the fuzz of hair leading from his navel to his belt and he pushes his hips further towards you, inviting you to continue.

The cool metal of his belt buckle in your hands makes you flinch briefly and he releases his lips from yours to kiss your jaw and then your neck.

Panting, you lay your head to the side to give him more room and as he brushes the spot behind your ear you didn't even know existed.

Rick knows exactly what to do to get soft sounds of arousal to pass your lips and as he gently bites your neck, your fingers tighten around his belt buckle.

"Unbuckle it," he murmurs in your ear and your whole body trembles.

Breathing heavily, you open first his holster and then the regular belt he wears.

He may seem like he's in complete control, but the way he thrusts his hips at you and his cock twitches as you run your fingertips over his denim says something else entirely.

He wants you at least as much as you want him.

Before you can tamper with his jeans, though, he slides his own hand between you and pulls your neckline down from your shirt so far that your tits puffs out and he pushes himself down enough to take your nipple in his mouth.

At the very first contact of his tongue on your tip, you can no longer suppress a soft cry.

"That's the way I've always imagined it," his voice drips with satisfaction and pride and you're far too busy feeling his body on yours to give him a piece of your mind.

Slowly he licks over your nipple and then says again, "Just like that. The way you squirm under me and can't think of anything but finally having my cock in your tight pussy and I'm sure you're tight. So fucking tight that I'm going to fill every inch of you and stretch you so far that you're going to beg me to stop."

Lasciviously he looks at you through his thick lashes and you moan softly, "Is that a promise?"

He pauses in his position for a moment before he pulls away from you and you hold out your arms to him like a whining toddler. You panic, thinking he wants to leave you lying there, "Please don't. Don't leave."

Surprised, Rick looks at you as if he can't believe you're really talking to him in such a meek and needy way.

A slight breeze blows over you and your nipples become even harder from the cool air and the wetness left from Rick's tongue.

Hectically you try to reach for him again, "Please don't, Rick."

You don't care at that moment how pathetic you sound, and in fact you're rewarded by him reaching for your hands, which you hold out to him, and leaning in to breathe a kiss on the back of each of your hands, "Easy."

He rests your hands on your stomach and casually strokes your hard nipples, "I'll stay with you. I just want to get your pants off, okay?"

Shame breaks over you and you squint your eyes, "Of course. Sorry."

You're irritated by the way you're suddenly acting toward him, but strangest of all is how gentle and sweet Rick is to you.

It's not that you didn't think he could do it, because you know perfectly well how he acts toward his young daughter and can be incredibly soft to others, too, like Maggie or Daryl.

It's just that you wouldn't have expected him to be able to show that side of himself in front of you, too.

"Don't be embarrassed," his words make you look at him again, "What?"

Grinning, he undoes the button of your pants, "Don't be embarrassed that you want me. In fact, I think it's pretty damn hot that you don't even want to let me out of your reach."

He unzips, "And I bet-" he slides his hand down your pants, "That you're more than willing and wet for me."

His fingers meet your swollen and as he predicted, already wet pussy and you gasp, "Rick…please…oh fuck…"

He gathers up some of your arousal and circles your clit, "What are you begging me for?"

You try to spread your legs wider so you can get more of him, but your pants won't allow it and you whimper, "For more. Please."

Instead of granting your wish, he withdraws his hand again and your brain goes blank, making you speak more freely than ever, "Oh God, I'll do anything you want, but don't stop."

A cocky grin steals onto his face, "If I'd known I'd get you this submissive, I'd have fingered you back when you threatened to kick me in the balls if I hadn't let you have the better room."

Before you can say anything back, he finally removes your shoes and pants before his eyes fall on your red lace panties, "Like you knew red was my favorite color."

The panties reveal more than they cover, and the fact that you're sliding your butt back and forth to signal Rick to finally pull the last of the offending fabric off your ass makes him groan in agony, "When I fuck you, you're mine, got it?"

Your eyes lock on his boner, "What? I don't belong to anyone."

Rick's calloused hands run over your thighs to your hipbones and then he reaches for the fabric, "Once my cock is inside you, you are. Then you're mine."

Speechless, you stare at him and he tugs lightly at the fabric, "You won't let anyone else touch you and you'll spread your legs for me when I want you to."

Silently you laugh out, "I'm certainly not going to let you fuck me when and where you want. You can forget it."

Agonizingly slow, he removes your panties and the cool air hits your swollen pussy, "Wanna bet, do you?"

In fact, it's that very arrogance that turns you on so incredibly that you'd like to punch yourself.

Defiantly a poisonous answer lies on your lips, there he reaches for his own pants and when he takes them off and also pulls his blue boxers over his ass, all words stick in your throat.

Big and hard, his cock is waiting to finally penetrate you and your heart is faster than your head, "Okay."

He takes himself in hand and runs his fist over the shaft several times, "Okay what?"

You can't take your eyes off him and you notice your pussy tighten around nothing, "Fuck me so I can't walk and I'm yours."

His cock twitches at your words and you reach your arms out to him again.

This time you don't have to ask him to lie on top of you, and he positions himself between your legs so that the tip of his cock strokes your pussy.

You squirm under him to take him inside you, crying softly, "I want you so much."

Softly he snorts against your neck, "Not as much as I want you and have for so long."

Fluttering, your eyes fall closed, "Rick…"

Again he kisses the spot behind your ear and your body rears up as he pushes himself inside you a few inches.

You haven't slept with a man in a while and after seeing how big Rick is, you find it hard to believe that he actually manages to fuck you deeper without tearing your pussy apart.

Unable to hold on to anything else, you dig your fingers into his shoulder blades and enjoy the low growl that comes from his throat, "You're made for me."

With your left hand you grab his hair and pull so hard that he takes his mouth off your neck and kisses you on the lips instead.

You feel him inside your pussy, taste him in your mouth, and can smell him.

Everything around you is Rick and you forget why you don't actually like him.

Yoy forget that you didn't actually want to be out with him alone and instead whisper, "Yeah, made for you."

You wrap your thighs around his bare hips and pull him even tighter against you.

The pressure from your legs makes him sag a little lower, hitting just the right spot inside you at the angle that makes you tense violently around him and pull him even deeper inside you, "Rick…there…right there…"

Gasping, he presses his forehead against yours and pulls back, only to thrust into you again and you can't bring anything but a wistful whimper to your lips.

You dig your heels into his ass and try to press him as close as you can.

With one hand, he grabs your tit and squeezes hard enough to knock you out of your mind and your dignity as you whimper, "Harder."

His blue eyes are misty and he has to blink several times before he looks at you properly, "Fuck, you're taking me in so well. Clinging to my cock like the world depends on me cumming inside you."

His cock twitches and you stroke through his sweaty hair, "You're so deep inside me."

Suddenly something flashes in his eyes and he pauses.

"I want to show you something," at his words you shake your head, "Not now, please go on. Please."

But he pulls back on you and he has more strength than you, so you can't do anything about it either and just whine, "Rick, come back here. You can't do this to me. You're not that cruel."

Raucously, he laughs up and leans in to your ear, "Easy, honey. Your pussy is mine anyway and I'm certainly not going to waste how good you feel around my cock. I just want you to see something."

Confused and unsatisfied, you pull his hair to get him to look at you, and when your eyes meet, he says softly, "You only ever feel me up to the hilt inside you, but have you seen it?"

He must see that you don't get what he's getting at and shifts his weight so that his cock is resting heavily on your bare belly.

Your own wetness sticks to his cock and is now slowly running down onto your belly to mix with your own sweat.

You can't take your eyes off him as his precum also drips onto your belly and you ask hoarsely, "Rick?"

"Now you see how deep I really am inside you," never have you heard his voice so deep and your whole body goes weak.

Never before have you visually seen how deep you can have a cock inside you and now it's Rick's lying on top of you, swollen to show what you're letting him do to you.

What he's taking from you and what he can fill you with.

You can't get a word past your lips and instead pull him down to you to kiss him hard on the lips.

You notice how your pussy clenches begging and you don't even have to ask him to finally fuck you again, because he rams himself into you again and you moan in sync.

Hoarsely you gasp his name and he thrusts even harder into you, "Do you actually know how beautiful you are when you moan my name. Just my name."

Towards the end his voice breaks and to stop him from speaking further you pull him to you again and murmur against his lips, "I want to moan just your name too." Before you kiss him hard and swallow his "Baby cum for me" and start pulsing breathlessly.

Firmly you pull at the curls in his neck and he mumbles "Fuck" before his thrusts become messy and uncontrolled.

Weakly you lie under him while he squints his eyes and takes what he needs.

At the same time you can't take your eyes off his beautiful face.

He's so tense that you place your shaky hands on his cheeks and sigh, "That's right, Rick. Take what's yours."

Still tightening around him every now and then, he buries his face in the hollow where your neck joins your shoulder.

The gesture is so vulnerable and intimate that you begin to stroke the back of his head and praise him softly.

You quickly realize that he's totally into it when you tell him how well he takes you and how much you want him.

With one last thrust, his body stiffens and he fucks you through his climax before he stays heavily on top of you, unable to continue to lean up over you.

You won't be able to leave him on top of you for long as he slowly takes your breath away and as you start to squirm a bit under him, he leans up a bit heavily to take his weight off of you, "Do you still hate me?"

Surprised by the question, you flinch, "What?"

His eyes slide over your face and can't believe you actually burst out laughing and poke him in the cheek, "I didn't mean it in a primitive way when I promised you I wouldn't let anyone else touch me."

Still looking down at you skeptically, you can't help but think it's extremely cute, "Rick, I've never hated you...I didn't meant it. Sometimes I could kick you in the balls and sometimes you just annoy me, but I don't hate you."

So slowly his eyes clear and you smile as wide as you can at him as you tease a little, "But if it makes you feel better, I'm happy to lie and say I hate you."

Uncertainly, he bites his lower lip and seems to search your face for something.

Briefly, you think he's decided against saying anything, when he says quietly, without taking his eyes off you, "It's a shame, because I love you."

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CHAPTER TWO : correction -- apartment nemesis

@ noisecomplaint ln yn isn't too fond of apartment living, between the occasional roaches and the person who keeps stealing her grocery deliveries. but especially because of her exceptionally loud next door neighbors whom she has decided: she cannot stand. it's not all bad though, certainly not when xiao dejun (the prettiest boy she's ever seen) lives in the building. well, it was a perk. until it's revealed that him and her next door neighbor are one in the same.

Despite the text about the knocking, Ten (or whoever Ten sent) doesn’t stop. Instead, they increase the pace and overall volume of said knocking to an extent where Xiaojun fears his neighbors are going to come out with all the racket. It’s for this reason that he swings the door open with a scowl and furrowed brows, a scathingly mean comment on the tip of his tongue. Until it’s not.

You’re certainly not Ten. 

He’s seen you around from a distance. Never gotten close enough to actually look at you. But he’s known that you’re pretty for quite a while. Just a feeling, something he assumed based on the back of your figure and the fleeting glimpses of your side profile that he replayed in his head until the memory got murky and the small details forgotten. But now that you’re standing right in front of him, less than a foot away, Xiaojun can positively confirm his assumption. You make his breath catch right in his throat and his head spin, though he guesses that could just be the brewing headache from your incessant knocking. On second thought, no… definitely you. 

He doesn’t have the first idea of what would bring his pretty next door neighbor to his door. Or at least, no rational ideas. In fact, Xiao Dejun is running through each and every rom com meet cute he knows, every delusional fantasy, every-

“Music,” 

It takes him a moment to recover from your interruption, eyes pulling into a squint as he studies your face. He has absolutely no idea what you just said, so caught up in his internal monologue that any words from you were lost in the ringing of his ears. Is it possible to get tinnitus from seeing a beautiful girl? 

With what seems to be a lack of understanding and what is a lack of an answer, you sigh. It’s an exasperated sound, light and airy, accompanied by the bite of your inner cheek. You avert your gaze for the first time, looking past him as you recompose yourself with an exaggerated blink of your… what color were they? God, they’re pretty. Everything about you is pretty. Xiaojun needs a new adjective, he fears he’s going to run this one dry. But before he can come up with one, you interrupt for a second time. 

“Your music,” you raise a brow as you swallow back your annoyed tone, it doesn’t work as well as you hope it does, words coming out pointed and sharp, “It’s too loud,” 

“Oh,” is the only response that escapes him, a pang of disappointment resonating through the ending intonation of the word. It only causes your expression to sour, eyes narrowing and lips quirking downwards into the hint of a frown. 

“Oh?” you echo, lips parted in a reflection of incredulity that matches your tone, “Turn it down,” 

Irritation at Xiaojun shouldn’t be a good look on you. But it is. Really is. To the point that he wouldn’t mind seeing it on you again. Though he doesn’t think that that would be a hard feat to achieve, not with the way you're glaring at him right now. 

“Yeah, sorry,” he replies, clearing his throat and tilting his head to the side, “I’ll turn it down,” 

And with that you’ve spun around on your heels, a muffled ‘thanks’ falling from your tongue as you walk back to your front door, opening it, and shutting it with a bang. If there is a higher power, you must have wronged them in your past life. Committed some unforgivable offense that has granted you nothing but bad luck in this life when it comes to people like Xiaojun. Xiao Dejun who must have been a fucking saint to get reincarnated looking like that. A boy so pretty that your knees felt weak and your vision blurred, or perhaps that was the effects of an underlying medical condition… no, probably him. Definitely him. Because even the sound of him shutting his front door brings a heat to your face, much to your aggravation, recollecting every infuriating detail of your interaction (and his face). 

It’s too bad he’s an inconsiderate asshole, or else he would totally be your type.

The first thing Xiaojun hears when he answers Ten’s call is laughter. Laughter that is accompanied with a shaky camera that can only capture the blurred, out of frame angle of his head tilted back and the hazy mane of his blonde hair. A sound that is only interrupted by the low grumble of Xiaojun who’s expression has warped into one of utter and complete disdain. 

“What’s so funny?” 

He knows he shouldn't have asked because Ten only laughs harder at the proposed question, phone falling presumingly out of his hands and flat onto the couch where Xiaojun now stares, annoyed, at the ceiling. He can catch the end of a wheezed exhale, followed only by a few more moments of giggling as the older man attempts to compose himself. 

“Have you,” another snicker as Ten picks up the camera and bites back a laugh as he clears his throat (an endeavor which does not push back the laughter as well as he hopes), “Have you even looked at yourself in the camera?” 

Xiaojun wrinkles his nose at the notion, already knowing the implication of his words. It’s a reluctant shift of his gaze to the small mirror of his reflection on the right side of the screen where he squints before clicking on it to enlarge the features of his face. And he’s greeted with the usual and expected tensed echo of his countenance. 

Except for the fact that his typically porcelain skin is painted a bright red. A blush that fills the full of his cheeks and traces an endearing hand to the shape of his ears before then, traveling downwards, pressing vibrant kisses to the flesh of his neck. And if that wasn’t bad enough, his eyes are blown ever-so-slightly wide, pupils an unusual proportion and consuming a majority of his dark brown irises. The realization of his flustered appearance only forced further heat to rise to his face as he gulps, audibly, much to the delight of Ten. 

He’s so screwed.

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Warning : Minors DNI, 18+. Smut, friends with benefits who fall in love, Rindou being 100% a dom ( but he got a lil soft spot for you <3 ), his friends are pissed off 😬, unprotected sex.

Happy birthday to the man who makes my p- heart beat faster <3

AND OMG HAVE YOU SEEN HIS BIRTHDAY ART ??

Sun was long gone now, roads emptied for the beasts to walk out of their dens, but it was a rather peaceful night in that old dusty frame. The moon was at its highest peak, above the wolves walking in the parking lot of their hideout.

-" Just leave it there, i'll drive " Ran gestured toward Rindou's Mustang, and immediately, that one froze, what didn't went unnoticed by his brother. " Or you... ?"

-" Haitani ?" That was Haruchiyo this time, who initially chose the backseat of Ran's car for their guy's night, who frowned seeing Rindou's confused expression.

-" yeah uh, I'm actually kinda tired ".

Haruchiyo was the first to answer, Ran started curling a knowing sly smirk that made his brother want to wipe it off his face.

-" Ya kidding right ? It's past midnight bro, it's your fucking birthday! Hoes are waiting at your brother's club !"

Just from Sanzu's facial expressions, he could see he was pissed off. Work has been suffocating them lately and he saw in Rindou's birthday nothing but a chance to let it all out, yet that one's confused face gradually shifted into a more convinced one, and Haruchiyo already knew it was a lost cause.

-" No way, thanks bro, but I've been carburating on caffeine and four hours of sleep. "

Opening the door to his car was his last word for them, as Sanzu kept expressing his frustration by muffled words, Ran winked at his brother in a playful manner that got him rolling his eyes.

-" Have a good time " he emphasized, Rindou only ignored his obvious remarks and Haruchiyo mumbled a " you suck " before they finally left that parking lot.

The trees on the side of the road were painting the first sketches of his evergreen new favorite frame, then the outlines of your little rose colored glasses-world appeared, chasing away his blues.

Isn't pretty now, no matter how many speeches were engraved in his mind before those three usual knocks at your door, you open it, and they just fly away butterfly-in-the-tummy-like.

-" Hey you "

-" Hey you "

And isn't it pretty? You may not share the same worlds, but those mouths stole each other's words. Some stray seconds were stolen from him while you laughed slightly, and honestly he couldn't tell how it happened, but soon he found himself inside your house. The big, strong Rindou Haitani following you through your kitchen like a lost puppy.

-" You said you wouldn't come " you teased, hands on the counter and pressing your back against it. The man who faced you made a step toward you, hands in his pockets with an impassive face.

-" You said you didn't care ".

Another step toward you.

-" You told me not to ".

And through that sugar coated throwing of blames, your little smile and cute face drew him even closer, arms behind you on the counter, caging you in between his biceps.

- " Did I ?" His deep voice dropped few octaves lower, just like his purple hues gliding up and down your so close face.

-" You did. Cause you said you wouldn't come back. "

-" I won't. "

And then, you just raise your head confronting that Yakuza like nearly no one did in his whole life.

-" Then you're at my door again, insisting that friends do this, all the time. "

Rindou's finger flies to your lips, eyes wondering either does he want to kill you or to kiss you. It's been a month or two, running away from the shadows of stolen heartbeats and thoughts full of you, and now almost out of breath, his eyes look back at yours, and you steal the words away from him again.

-" Don't they ?"

You thought you didn't heard it well so much his question was whispered, and as you went for asking him to repeat, Rindou parted your legs with his knee, making room for himself between them.

-" I might be fucked up, then ?"

Your smile widens slightly, as you tease him with a " took you this long to realize ".

-" Why'd you always forget who the hell you're talking to ?" His hands previously caging you gripped your thighs, you thus found yourself sitting on the counter, trapped by his body between your legs.

-" So you always have to remind me " you shrug, and he thinks that thin line he was walking on might break anytime, under the weight of your hands now behind his neck.

-" Then remember. " And that smirk on the corner of his lips would eclipse as fast as it shone, back to that old face, cold-stone.

Rindou would brush his lips against yours, purple in his eyes burning indigo, drawing circles on your bare thighs and whisper.

-" You wanted it."

Back to watching it unfold again, like a familiar movie, or a dance learned by heart, the moves will repeat. Except, it never disappears, the magic you insufflate into his mouth, right into his beating heart, and he hates it because he feels like a teenager, but here you are again, laying on your mattress with your discarded pajamas long gone, and every fiber of his weary soul is singing now.

In all his greatness, Rindou towers above you. That Louis Vuitton shirt slowly undresses his tattooed torso, pants end no different either, and soon you're laying under that tall tattooed man whose eyes express only one thing.

You should run, you should really run.

-" somethin's wrong, love ? "

Ah yes, master in keeping his victims well tied to him, he leans over you, asserting that dominance by pinning your two struggling hands above your head.

-" Got my baby scared ?"

And you know he couldn't care less about that, lips already exploring every inch of your neck, his slightly messy hair tickling you.

-" Friends don't do this, Rin' " you're almost out of breath as you whisper, and he knocks the air even more out of your lungs when he rolls his hard on above your naked thigh.

-" won't you shut up ? Jus' lemme love you".

It only takes his steely glare, and you're cotton between his bruised hands. It's always about how your skins melt together, how chests have to keep the hearts beating against each other, how your hands never leave your fleshes even once.

And he actually figures it out when he opens the condom, and those eyes raise to look at yours, hesitation as obvious as bare in them.

-" I... Wanna feel ya 'round me. I need you. "

-" then don't. " You take the condom out of his hands and throw it away, somehow you seem not to realize you're doing so with all his fears and insecurities.

But now he's inside, inch by inch, and you think you've never seen something prettier than Rindou Haitani, throwing his head back, eyes half-lidded from bliss.

-" You're too much " you gasp at his length stretching you, and you could practically feel his grin on the kisses he lays on your neck.

-" You say that every fucking time. " And he kisses you even more when you chuckle, in fact he knows nothing of what he's doing, you seem to enslave his senses and he seems to take it perfectly. And that's why, when you ask-

-" Rin', oh fu-... Slow down ! "

He wishes he could, but you just-

-" Babe, fuckin' can't. Look how tight your pussy's taking my cock "

Not like you ever wished he would, his hips mold into you ever so perfectly, hitting a spot that soon sends you to overdrive.

-" looks... Just so fucking good when you cum 'round me, shit- quit clenching baby. "

It really is a bliss, he thinks. Watching you slowly coming down, and him, gradually flying until his hips are stuttering, until his head's nuzzled in your chest, and he's panting with your hand in his messy hair.

-" That's it, that's my man "

This must have made a mess of him, considering how he immediately wraps his arms around your hips. In fact he thinks it doesn't hurt that much when roles are switched and he's the one being taken care of.

And oh that moment again, the afterglow and the daybreak. Rindou knows when it's time to go.

The morning peeks, the light seeps and you would be asleep.

Yet... now the gap between fucking, and making love collapses in the space between your arms where he never feels too much, or not enough.

Now he's the last to fall asleep and the last to wake up, and he lasts to leave because he's got no more goodbyes up his sleeve.

And man, he thinks he doesn't know when it's time to go anymore...

In that idyllic, idiotic love story that neither of you dares to call a relationship, Rindou's the man in charge, but he's also the one running scared like a little boy, whenever you're too close to break those walls down.

He swears he tried, his bed full of someone else, dreams full of you, your scent.

Yet today, the holy morning comes and he won't go anymore, the little boy grew, tired of running away.

But the man wakes up to an empty cold bed.

If he wasn't that pissed, he would actually find it ironic...

-" where the fuck-"

-" I see the sleeping beauty never actually needed a kiss. "

It's an arcadian, picturesque sight indeed. A little cliché, it might be, but not the less breath-stealing.

You approach him, his Vuitton's shirt hanging lose on your bare shoulder with a platter of what seems like a tasty birthday breakfast, and you seem to find it funny, the idiotic fool you made of him.

-" you seem to forget that friends don't stay for the morning " you mimicked, putting the tray on the nightstand. And you barely hear his grunt before you're being pulled back on his toned bare thighs. Rindou presses you against his morning erection, and smirks hearing your small gasp.

-" you're not getting bold on me, aren't you ? Cause I'd love to tame you into the perfect lil slut for me"

He thinks he really might do, when you roll your eyes as if he sounds futile. But you just nuzzle into his arms ever so naturally, like those strong bullies are none but your comfy home and Rindou thinks he might be tamed.

-" just do. So I'd be enough, and you won't need no other slut " you playfully smile, straddling his hips.

You seem not to realize, where he could be, the thrill of giant parties and giant hangovers. But now he thrives for this stillness, the lazy morning, your soft thighs on each side of his hips, and a birthday breakfast because you remembered.

-" ain't ya cute ?" He rolls his eyes slightly. " Acting like you don't know no other bitch got me on my fucking knees. "

Another scoff of him follows. -" As if you don't know I've been dying to get ya outta my skin, but I'm so down bad for this damn smile. "

See ? That smile you're making, exactly what he was talking about. And though he's not the type to open up, finally , he lets go of the wheel, because he's done driving now.

Safe, peaceful, he found home now.

And against his lips, hands behind his neck, another heartbeat of him strays aw you whisper.

-" Happy birthday, baby. "

Help, I didn't realized how rushed and stupid this sounds until I did the proof head, but now I can't take it all back.

ANYWAYS, how you doing ? Hope you're all fine, drinking enough water and staying healthy <3

[3mcwriting]

Any Fan's Dream, Part 10

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

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You grabbed the bags containing your clothes, pulling them out of the luggage compartment. Once you had all your belongings, you exited the jet, you following Tony, while Natasha followed behind you. 

You looked around, taking in the foreign surroundings with interest as you ventured toward the building Tony had just entered. You were lucky to have been captivated by the unfamiliar area, mind finally straying from the situation it had been stuck on for the last few hours. 

The distraction was welcomed, anything better than the nerves that had wracked you since your attempt at consolation with Steve.

 "Hey," Natasha's voice caught your attention, you looked at the woman. 

 "Hey," you responded readily. You adjusted the strap of your duffel, accidentally making it more uncomfortable and causing you to switch it to your other shoulder. 

The two of you walked into the building, the pristine lobby your first impression of the hotel. It was beautiful, the architecture, the large windows, everything was jaw-dropping. Peculiarly, it was an empty room. That was weird because such a bougie place should be crawling with rich people.

The only person you could see was the clerk at the desk. He was busy conversing with Tony, you assumed that Tony was checking all of you in.

"Uh, where is everyone?" you asked Natasha, perplexed by the emptiness.

"Everyone?" Natasha looked at you curiously, before she realized what you meant. "Oh, Tony owns this hotel. He closed it for the month so that we could stay here without worrying about the public or the the press."

"He owns this place?" 

Really, you shouldn't have been surprised. Tony was rich-rich and you knew he had more than enough money to own a hotel, but...there had never been any mention of hotels in all your Marvel digging. It was possible you had forgotten something, but you were almost positive that nothing in the MCU had ever stated that Tony owned a hotel.

That unexpected piece of information startled you, making you uneasy at the fact that although you knew an insane amount of the MCU, you only knew the information the movies had given away. You knew nothing about anything that wasn't depicted in the movies. 

"Yep." Natasha said, popping the 'p'. "We should go pick our rooms."

You followed her, looking around with newfound appreciation as you did so. 

~~

You placed your luggage on the floor beside the large wardrobe, setting the bags down unceremoniously. You looked at the large room, well, it wasn't actually that large when compared to the other hotel rooms, but it was still about 3 times the size of your bedroom.

It was a pretty room. Large bed, elegant furniture, beautiful windows that looked out over a gorgeous courtyard. The walls a pale gray with gentle wisps of blue, green, and purple, flowing softly across the walls like a colorful breeze. 

Despite the peaceful surroundings, the charming room, and the birds chirping outside of the window, your mind was in a whirlwind. 

The cause of your mental unrest?

Your earlier talk with Steve.

He had been sad, of course he had been, it wasn't easy to lose someone you loved. 

Just the thought of him made your thoughts go back to the talk.

~~

You looked at the mourning man, gaze sweeping over his form. "I-" you stopped as Steve's piercing eyes raised to meet yours. You were painfully out of your depth, hesitant and unsure about what to say and how to act.

Swallowing, you continued, "I'm- I, I just think that today the whole world should mourn, because one of the greatest, strongest, people on this planet is gone, and she left a tremendous mark on so many people."

Some of those people weren't even in her universe and she managed to inspire them. You were, by no means, the only woman from your world to find solace and strength in the wonderful woman.

"She was...amazing." You meant every word you were saying. "The kind of person people aspire to be."

Your voice lowered, speaking at barely a murmur. "The kind of person I aspire to be."

"She was so...wonderful," he spoke, looking past you like he was watching his memories play out behind you. "Peggy had an unshakable sense of courage, one that was backed up by her stubbornness. She always did what she thought was right, shaking off anyone else's attempts at making her do something she knew was wrong. Her bravery...you know she was the reason I managed to do all that I did?"

You nodded, you knew that. You remembered how she had encouraged Steve to make a difference, not let the government use him as a corny advertisement for money. She helped forge the real Captain America. Without her, he might never have become that person, that hero, and that would've led to a world without Cap, allowing Hydra to win, and leading the world to ruin.

"She pushed me," he looked down, eyes on his fingers. "If she hadn't been there, I never would've become anything more than the government's dancing monkey. She made me better...without Peggy, I would've never accomplished what I did."

Steve met your eyes, sorrow in his eyes. "I...I loved her. I still do." He looked around. "But I'm too late. I was too damn late. And now I'm alone." 

His voice cracked at the end, broken like his heart. He choked back a sob, unwilling to break down in front of you. You could see the glassy sheen of his eyes, you knew what he was doing. Your heart ached for the man who had done so much and lost everything from his time, to his love. 

You didn't know if it was your place, and you knew that in this world, you shouldn't know what you did. But that didn't stop the words that came out of your mouth. "She loved you, too." 

"Her loss is horrible, and painful, and a cruel ending." You stared at him, willing yourself to meet his eyes. "But you are not alone. So many people care about you, Steve. Please don't forget that."

He smiled weakly, unconvincingly. 

You wanted to say something that would make it all better. But nothing would make it all better. Not your words. Not a hug. Peggy was gone, and you couldn't do anything about that. Steve was heartbroken, grieving, a couple words from you wasn't going to change anything. 

~~

A knock at your door interrupted your thoughts, pulling you away from that moment and back into the present. 

"Come in," you said, grabbing your bag and rifling through it to make it look like you hadn't just been standing there listlessly for the past five minutes. 

Natasha entered your room, watching as you continued to scramble through your luggage. "What're you doing?"

You stood up straight, stopping your actions. "Just looking for my charger."

"It's right there," Natasha pointed to your charger, which was very clearly hanging out of the pocket of your other bag. 

"Oh," you scratched your head, "I'm dumb." 

You grabbed the charger, and turned to plug it into the electrical socket beside the nightstand. You slid your phone out of your pocket, plugging it onto the charger to keep up the charade. 

You turned back to face Natasha. "So...what did you need?" You didn't like that phrasing though, "I mean- not that you would need something. But I was just wondering why you were in here- not that you're not welcome in here, but-" you gave up, knowing you could go on forever if you continued. 

Natasha chuckled, "I came in here to ask if you wanted to eat outrageously over-priced food with me on the outrageously comfy couch, while watching outrageously stupid movies." Each 'outrageously' was spoken with humor, but her offer was sincere.

"Sounds outrageously fun," you replied. "I would be outrageously stupid to deny."

"You are outrageously correct," Natasha commended, then left the room, beckoning you to follow her. 

You did so after a few moments of hesitation.

~~

You and Natasha had claimed one of the suites, one that had two bedrooms(both had its own connected bathroom), a giant living room, and a kitchen so nice you wondered if Gordon Ramsay was going to be cooking. 

Settling onto the large couch, you looked, wide-eyed, at the various plates of food on the coffee table. 

"We're in Vienna," Natasha shrugged, "you might as well get all the native foods." She brightened. "Later, once we finish this, I got all your favorites over there." She pointed to the stack of snacks in the corner, your eyes latching onto the familiar labels and items.

OhmygoshNatashaRomanoffboughtmemyfavoritesnacksahhhhhhshe'ssoamazingIlovehersomuchhhhh!

"This is awesome," you said, sincerely. You were still occupied with if what you had said was the right thing to say to Steve(dammit the whole 'having-no-friends-in-your-home-world' thing was really coming back to bite you in the ass), but Natasha had set up this whole thing and she deserved your full attention.

The two of you spent the next half-hour feasting on the countless delicious dishes Natasha had bought, enjoying every second. There was some horror movie on, the people being stupid(as horror movie people tend to be), and you were yelling at the TV for the idiocy they were displaying. 

Natasha looked over at you as you almost spit out your food when a character made (another) particularly dumb decision. She smiled, glad that you had managed to relax and enjoy the moment. She set her eyes back on the TV screen, a smile crossing her face every time you yelled at the television.

~~

You felt someone shake your shoulder, but ignored them, burrowing deeper into the comfy couch. When they did it again, you shifted, still not getting up. You felt the blanket be pulled off you, but you only cuddled deeper into the couch, not letting something as small as that disturb your beautiful, wonderful, sleep.

You faintly heard something about drastic measures, but your drowsy mind ignored it in favor of sleep.

That was a mistake.

You jolted abruptly, managing to knock yourself off the couch. Laying on the floor, your head pulsing softly with pain, you groaned, cursing the world. 

AC/DC's "Shoot to Thrill" had blasted through the suite, causing your startling wake-up. 

Which meant you knew exactly who had done it.

~~

Natasha snickered, watching in amusement as Tony protested his innocence. You were having none of it, clearly not believing a single word coming out of his mouth. 

"That was AC/DC!" you yelled.

"That doesn't mean it was me!" Tony retorted.

"Props for the prank, but did you really have to choose to wake me up? Why couldn't you just change the sugar and salt like a normal person?" 

"I didn't do it!" Tony again tried to convince you. He turned to look at Natasha for backup, noticing the smile on her face. 

His jaw dropped. "It was you!" he yelled, pointing at the woman with the Cheshire Cat grin.

You looked at Nat, only seeing her face looking faintly amused. "What are you talking about? AC/DC is your thing!"

"And she knew that! She exploited it!

"Uh huh, sure."

Natasha snorted, deciding to cut Tony a break. "It was me."

"Ha! I told you!" Tony triumphant.

Your eyes widened. "How could you? I trusted you. You will pay for this."

Natasha heard the threat. "Do your worst, babe."

"Oh, I will."

And that's why Tony's hotel wouldn't be opening again for three months. A floor had been demolished, all due to a prank war.

~~

You looked around, eyes wide. 

You were there. Standing in the same building you had seen through a television screen countless times before, the building where the Sokovia Accords were to be ratified, with Natasha Romanoff beside you.

Your eyes roved the people, looking for a certain king. 

You were determined to prevent the tragedy that had happened in the movie, unwilling to allow a wise and noble man be killed all in the of revenge. Not even revenge on him. He was just an unlucky death, caught in the crosshairs of a man's rage. 

You walked with Natasha, knowing that she would eventually talk to T'Challa. You really needed to find him before then, though. You were worried about acting too late. 

But you also couldn't tell anyone about the bomb. There was no reason to believe you, and once it happened, all eyes would turn to you in suspicion. 

You couldn't change anything from a prison cell. 

You needed to somehow manage to stop the bomb, or get everyone away from the blast area, all o your own. 

You pondered the thought, wondering if you could just pull the fire alarm, but you didn't think that would work. You needed a plan though, and you needed one quick.

Dread began to build up in you as you looked around and saw the prince approaching you and Natasha, knowing that the moment was getting closer just as he was. You began to chew on your lip nervously, before having to consciously force yourself to stop. You tore your eyes away from the approaching man, trying to make yourself look inconspicuous(you were almost positive you were failing miserably).

T'Challa and Natasha had a talk very similar to the one in the movie, making your nerves rise. There was nothing particularly bad about the conversation, but you couldn't help the panic building as the seconds ticked by and the explosion grew closer. 

How could you stop the explosion?

Countless thoughts flew through your mind, each one discarded almost immediately. You needed a plan. You needed a fucking plan. Panic(which had become a very familiar acquaintance) had your breathing quickening, eyes darting around in a frenzy. 

 You tried to break yourself out of that frenzy when you noticed that the two were looking at you, Natasha worried, and T'Challa confused.

"Are you okay, (y/n)?" Natasha asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

You forced a smile. "Yeah, sorry. It's just- there are so many important people here, what if I do something and get like, arrested for unintentionally insulting a prime minister or something?"

"Umm," you looked at T'Challa, "speaking of important people, it's a pleasure to meet you, your highness."

You wished that you could have the time to fangirl, that the situation was different. But catastrophe was closing in and you couldn't let it hit.

"You too...?" T'Challa responded, prompting you for your name.

"Oh, I'm (y/n)(l/n)."

"(y/n) is Tony's little protégé," Natasha explained, "and a close friend of mine."

Your heart squeezed at that.

Unfortunately, it almost stopped at what you saw next. 

You could see the the king approaching the dais, getting ready for his speech. 

Wait- no. This wasn't supposed to happen. In the movie he approached Natasha too! Oh shit oh shit oh shit-

Sometime in your panicking, you had failed to notice the amount of time passing, which led to this. 

And now you were worried as fuck.

The seconds were ticking by like the timer on a nuke, the metaphor all-too-fitting for the situation. 

You were getting antsy, worried when it was going to happen.

You couldn't take it.

You excused yourself from Natasha and T'halla, telling them that you weren't feeling good.

And then you did it.

You pulled the fire alarm.

Instantaneously, the alarm went out, blaring and flashing red lights across the building. Someone screamed, and people began to panic, mulling around in chaos. You hurried back to see the king looking around in worry, you ran to him, hoping to get him out of there before the explosion.

You were close.

So close.

Then the explosion went off.

And you dove, knocking the podium over in your panic and the king with it. 

There was smoke and yelling and flames, but in a moment, they were gone.

Darkness enveloped you.

[morimemichael]

His new obsession

FEM!reader x The Trickster

You’re new to the realm. You don’t have much friends, but you caught someone’s eye at first sight.

WG: Smut! Love at first sight, p in v sex, slow to rough, male receiving oral!, fingering, choking, hair pulling, Ji Woon likes it rough, use of y/n! Smut with fluff ending.

The wind blew on his chest as he ran. The sound of the metal of his bat could be heard from a few meters away, and his little giggles were unmistakable. This time he was sent to the red forest with 4 survivors as usual. Tho one of the mentioned four didn’t recognize. A young, beautiful, curvy and little bit chubby girl he though and smiled.

Yes, you were like a brand new toy in the realm, you didn’t have much friends and didn’t understand what was going on. This was your second trial, and still generator repair was something you were still learning, so it was common for you to make it blow.

The sound alerted Ji-woon. He went in your direction running in the characteristic way he always does. I’m his head, he was hoping to finally meet you, knowing damn well the others wouldn’t blow up a gen. He was now 8 enteras away from you, not wanting to disturb you he watch you from a distance, leaning against a tree.

“Geez…when I’m gonna stop blowing up this things” you said to yourself. You were mid gen now, and Ji-soon was getting closer. Even Steve, that was in the gen with you ran away leaving you all alone. Ji-soon saw that, and one part of him was pleased you were left alone, but the other part he thought how someone could leave behind a new brand, purely fresh, recently out of the fogg, teammate? You felt his presence and when you turn around he was already face to face with you. At first you mistake him for a fellow teammate.

“Are you gonna help me repair or what?” You asked calmly, not knowing he was the killer.

“What makes you think I’m a survivor, sweet thing ?” He replies, smiling and getting down at your level, appreciating firm up close the features of your face and your body.

“Uhm…you look like a survivor…” You were starting to realize that he actually wasn’t. “Oh…you’re…not, am i right?” He was damn fine to be a killer, you thought now that you had him up close, you could tell he was some kind of an idol, so you wonder if you was Korean, Japanese or even Chinese…

“You look like an idol…are you an idol?” You dare to ask him.

“Huh…my look gave it away, dear?”

“Pretty much yeah…are you a Kpop Idol?” Excitement could be noticed and heard in your voice. You liked Kpop idols so much.

“Very well! Are pretty girls like you this smart or it’s just you?” You blush at his compliment, not knowing exactly how to answer at that.

“I uhm…I’m not sure…” You couldn’t help but giggle a bit. “My name is y/n by the way…what’s yours?”

“Nice to meet you y/n, my name it’s Ji-woon. You don’t seem very scared of me, are you?” He asked.

“Uhm…should I?”

“I mean…I’m the killer..” He answered back showing his little colorful blades. To which you just smile, cause you never saw something like those before.

“Ohh! Are those blades? That’s your…uhm, power?” Asked nicely and excited, both at the same time.

“Yes, they are.”

“Can I throw one? Pleasee?” You make a little pout while pleading with your hands.

He found your little gesture cute and still bold. You were asking for his blades? No one ever asked him for them, much less if they could throw one. He was starting to like you more that he suspected. He pull out on of the little blades, and carefully reached it out for you.

“Careful…they’re really sharp.”

“Oh…” You take the little knife on your hand. “Where can I throw it?” You asked again.

“Wherever you want..” He smiled. You prepared yourself and aimed somewhere between the tress down on the ground level, since you both were on the gen located on main. You watch from the top of the wooden cabin to see and make sure no one passed by so you wouldn’t hurt them. You aim and after a second that appear like an eternity to Ji-Woon, you moved you hand in a swift motion that made the blade flew away somewhere far away.

“That was awesome!” You stated, the feeling of the thrill that caused you the act of throwing that blade made your heart pump with adrenaline. And just like that, you found yourself in the middle of a cross like between fearing the killer right next to your eyes or liking him. Sooner than later you decided that getting to know him better wouldn’t be bad after all. “Mind telling me more about you?” You asked smiling.

He was thrown aback at the start. No one ever asked him that. Not a sole survivor.

“About me? There not much to know about…beyond the fact that I’m a Kpop idol and that I like making music with the screams of my victims…”

Your eyes winded at his statement. Wondering in the thin line of running away ir staying with him. You look at his baseball bat and his blades, then look at his face. He seemed to notice this and quickly toss those things away.

“Oh..no no, I’m not gonna hurt you. As weird as it might sound, I’m not sure why I don’t wanna hurt you. I’m supposed to sacrifice you to the entity…” He looked straight to a hook.

“Oh..uhm…thanks? I suppose? No one ever told me something like that before…I don’t think I’m wanted here..” You stated a little bit sad at the option of actually no one wanting you.

“That’s not true. I want you…” Apparently he had no filters now and you frowned at his words. “No, sorry I didn’t mean it- you know…by the way…how old are you?” The curiosity killed the cat.

“Old enough to buy a house or drink alcohol if I want…” You affirmed.

“Oh…” He didn’t know how to react. You were his type, and you weren’t a minor? He was lost. He didn’t know why he liked you that much. But he did. His gaze drunk in your curves, the way you talked and moved your hands, your smile, your eyes, your nose. Two gems were already made, but for the first time he didn’t care at all.

“You must have pretty eyes…if you take the lens off” You spoke feeling brave enough to compliment him. And he smiled.

“You have pretty, natural, eyes y/n…” You blushed a little bit, a gesture he found tender and cute.

The compliments went on for a couple of minutes. And neither of you could understand what happened in those minutes to find both of you in the mesh bed the main cabin had inside its own wooden structure. You were all over him, kissing him desperately, gripping his coat. The feeling of knowing this wasn’t right running through both your minds, but seeing where this thing was getting, apparently neither of you seemed to care. Sure, the entity could do whatever she wanted with both of you, maybe you would just have to wait, of course in case the entity decided to work in a macabre plan for the fact that Ji-woon was falling for you, and vice versa.

For now, all that matter for you both was the best of the moment and taking Ji-woon’s coat off. You gave his clothes little tugs to make him comprehend you wanted that item off. He broke the kiss, smiled playfully at you, while taking his coat slowly…obviously to tease the fuck out of you. You weren’t left behind in this game of taking off the clothes, since he ripped the fabric of your shirt and shorts. His eyes opened wide when he noticed you didn’t have any bra on.

“Oh my…no bra huh?” He smirked and called out the fact in a teasing tone.

“Uhm…yeah, about that…” You didn’t know what to answer to that, the last time you remember of your previous life you had, you always wear bras, even if you didn’t liked to.

He looked at your bear breasts, and he felt his mouth watering…how long it’s been since he got laid? He can’t remember…and honestly, he needed it. It’s not like you didn’t, but the fact that you were recent on the realm gave you more chances that the last time you had sex would be a week ago, not years like Ji-Woon. His hand travel from your waste, up nearing touching your tender breasts. He looked at you in the eyes, a pleading gaze could be sense.

“Can I?” He asked, kindly enough due to his previously behavior. You didn’t mind a little bit of kindness every now and then, specially when no one would show you that here. You nod your head yes to give him your consent, to encourage him to touch you further. His lips forming a big smile as his hands reach the tender flesh of your chest. His hands were replaced with his mouth soon after, his tongue circling your nipples and the sounds your mouth let out it’s encouraging him further.

But sooner than later his touch on your breasts wasn’t enough, so slowly but surely you guided his hand to your vagina. He quickly understood the assignment. His fingers slipped inside you.

“Oh my!-” You moaned out loud. He noticed and placed his free hand over your mouth. He kept finger fucking you a while longer until you were begging to practically fuck you already. Your core twitching around nothing and it was starting to ache.

“Please…please, I need you…” You beg a little bit.

"I know you can do better..” He replied back.

“Please fuck me, I need you!…” Your hands started to roam near his shaft. And something inside of him snapped, and couldn’t wait any longer.

Roughly, he turn you around so now you were all in fours, and he didn’t even wait he just slammed in. He was bigger than average so it sting a little bit. Not wanting you to adjust to his girth he started to thrust into you roughly.

“This is what you wanted?…” He asked between grunts and pants. He was loud. Maybe even louder than you. He kept on fucking you wildly, the sound of the gems popping one by one.

“Fuuuck…yeah, like that…don’t stop!” You moan loud, taking advantage of a near sound of a finished gen.

Your sounds and squirms were fuel to him. You looked so beautiful girl his point of view. But that didn’t stopped him from treating you roughly. One of his hands, that was on your hip went up all the way to wrap around your neck and squeeze tightly.

“Oh-” You gasp at the sensation of being choked. His other hand pulled at your hair, not before slapping you hard on the ass.

“Damn!…I’m not gonna last longer girl…” He assumed. You were too far on your own pleasure that you didn’t even heard him. And without warning him, the tight knot that’s been forming all along snapped, and your orgasm hit you hard.

“Ji-Ji Woon! Please! Fuuuck…don’t stop!” You were crying nonsense at this point.

“I don’t plan to…” He kept fucking you hard for a little while until the sound of the gates opening filled both your ears.

“Was that?” You asked.

“The gates…” He replied, looking down, towards the direction of one of the gates. Unfortunately you two were far, and you needed to go, he didn’t want you to die, specially not by t he map. “You have to go” He added.

“But you didn’t-”

“It’s okay, don’t worry, but you need to go…the map will kill you otherwise…” He explained. You nodded sadly, and you dressed up as fast as you could. Once you were ready you looked down. Calculating if the fall itself would harm you.

“Here..” He reach you his hand to help you down.

“Thanks.” You smiled back at him, and when you touched the ground you started running towards the gate as fast as you could. He watched from the top of main how you run your way to safety.

“It was nice meeting you!” You yelled back at him, waving your hand in the air. He waved back and smiled at you.

You manage to leave the map safely and reached the camp fire wondering when would you see him again.

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I’m sorry this took me so long 🥹 I’ve been really busy and not feeling okay. I know it’s crappy, but I love this game so much I did my best, I hope you liked it! 😊❤️ @stygianoir

[leo-interactive-fiction]

hi!! just recently started reading triaina academy and i’m so into it!! feel free to ignore this, but how do you think the ROs would be with a florist S/O?? my friend was like “E is the kind of person to get flowers for their s/o despite hay fever” after our run together and it got me thinking!! thank you so much for making the game!

Haha let's see...

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E stoops down, taking in the aroma of flora blossoming along your windowsill. A blissfully nostalgic look passes across their face. "Did you know these were my favorite?"

"Of course I did, that's why they're here," you admit, your face turning away instinctively as they look at you. Even if you can't see it, you'd bet the burning sensation across your face seared just as brightly in E's freckled complexion as the two of you sit in awkward silence.

E clears their throat, "D-Do they need more water? Let's give them more water!"

"I can--" your hands brush against each other along the handle of the water can, and you're unsure which one of you squealed first.

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"Hmm, never seen one like this before?" R studies a vivid blue flow, it's petals turning upward as it transitions to a deep red at its edges.

"It's native to Hospur. It's actually very difficult to grow outside of its climate," you say proudly, and R offers a soft clap at your achievement.

"Well, well, quite the green thumb. I can appreciate someone with dedication, though I suppose I'll have to live with being second fiddle to the flower garden," R bemoans jokingly.

You tilt your hand in a so-so expression, "You could work your way to a close draw if you play your cards right."

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L looks over the flowers idly before stopping at one they recognize, "A Bleeding Crown? I was led to believe those only grew in Hospur."

You shrug your shoulders, "it took some time, and a lot of attempts, but I got one to grow. You could say it's a prized part of the garden."

L's eyes widen, "Fascinating! I've little knowledge of flora, but I could imagine the difficulty. There's a garden of them back home, but I am told it takes a significant amount of dedication to have them bloom. You must have a significant gift." L beams at you, causing an awkward fluttering in the pit of your stomach that you reactively suppress.

"It's...not that big of a deal."

"On the contrary, I believe you've found a true calling. I would love to see you pursue it more often. I find the rest of your flowers just as beautiful."

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V's face remains expressionless as you show them the small row of potted plants. They reach towards one, and your heart begins to sink as they pluck one of the nurtured flowers and pop it in their mouth to gnaw on.

"V, what are you doing?!" You quickly move to stop them. V makes a subtly sour expression as they take the flower out of their mouth.

"It tastes bad."

"You're not supposed to eat them!"

"You said it was a garden. Isn't it food?"

"Not this garden, no. This is for appreciating. For looking nice. Look, isn't this pretty?" You show a small arrangement of rotund blossoms creating a colorful canvas in one of the pots.

"If you think so."

"Do you think so?" You nudge.

V stares hard at the pot, their steel eyes searching for something in vain, "I...don't know."

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"Is this what you've been so busy with?" P ticks with irritation, "I've been knocking for 5 minutes, you asshat."

"Sorry, I must've gotten caught up tending to this one."

"That one flower really worth all that effort?"

You tense defensively, "Maybe not to you."

"I'm not asking myself, Dumbass."

You slowly shift your stance, revealing the Hospian flower, "It's taken me 4 years just to get it to bloom. It's not made for this climate. It was a miracle this one made it to adulthood."

P looks silently at the flower for a moment before shaking their head dismissively. "That seems like a pretty fragile existence. But I can respect a weed that grows wherever it wants. Just hurry it up, the dorm's dinner is waiting, and I'm not saving you a plate."

You give a small smile, "Thanks."

"Thank me by getting the fuck to the table." P waves off.

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M leans down next to you, inspecting the flower you're tending with a drawn hum, "I didn't know...you liked...flowers...they're very...beautiful..."

You feel the heat rush to your cheeks from M's close whispering proximity, "Ah, uh, t-thank you. It's taken a long time to get it to bloom."

"You know...they say...beautiful flowers...only grow...from beautiful people..."

"I've...never heard anyone say that before."

"Well...you heard...me...right...? Good...enough..." M chuckles as they slide slightly closer and plant a soft kiss on your cheek.

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As you show Raven the small rows of potted plants they clap excitedly.

"Oh yes, the flowers! I'm glad I can see them so close this time. They're very pretty!"

You pause for a moment, "You've seen them before?"

"Only on my window watching days!" Raven takes the silent pause between you as indication to reassure you, "Don't worry, I cover my ears when you talk to your plants! Your privacy is completely safe!"

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S holds up one of the small pots high in the air like a trophy, "Ain't this a beauty! Ya got a real knack, don't'cha?"

You wince nervously at their erratic movements, "Er, just, be careful with that--"

"Eh, what'd'ya-- Ah--" S cuts themselves off as the pot slips from their fingers, and it shatters unceremoniously on the ground. Soil and rooted stems spill onto the ground in a depressing heap

You stare unbelieving, "Did you just..."

"Uhh, no! No? Okay, I mighta still had some grease left over on my hand. Just a lil bit. Happens to the best of us, ya know?"

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F browses your miniature garden with silent discernment, looking at the flowers from a respectful distance. They don't dare to even touch a leaf.

Eventually, you break the silence, "What do you think?"

"It's...modest. Certainly no royal garden," they murmur, "Though I can see...some potential." They say this last line with a thin smile that they quickly turn away to hide. "Perhaps you would find the benefits in learning how Frenza nurtures their flora."

[spectrs]

an interesting turn of events

sergeant hunter x afab!reader (NSFW, MINORS DNI)

a new group shows up at the 79's, and you can't help but become entranced with one of the clones. what happens when he meets you after the bar closes and addresses the same sudden attraction?

WARNINGS - alcohol, dirty talk, praise kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, (unprotected) p in v

WORD COUNT - 3.7k

i know hunter and the other tbb boys have been inhabiting my page recently, but i can't help being obsessed with them. anyways, i actually like how this turned out and i hope y'all enjoy :)) (also i think this is my longest one so far)

It wasn't supposed to end like this.

The night started out like any other; stocking up and preparing for the waves of clones that would file through your door, intent on either drinking enough to forget the daily horrors they endured or finding some mingling nat-born to fuck and abandon once satisfaction had been reached. This is how it was supposed to be, this is what you were used to. If anything, despite the hesitation you'd felt when you first took the job, you'd grown used to the same voice coming from every direction, shouting requests for drinks or flirty remarks at passing women.

When you saw them step through the doors of the 79s, you were somewhat shocked to see the repulse and loathing on some of the "reg's" faces. It was almost funny, if you were being honest with yourself. You watched as the four of them made their way towards the bar counter, their gray and red armor a striking contrast compared to the usual white with colored accents. If that wasn't shocking enough, they didn't actually look like clones, but you only knew that because of their helmets tucked under their arms.

The one you noticed first happened to be the shortest, but Maker, was he beautiful. His hair color was that of a normal clone's, but his was longer, most of it pushed back by a red bandana with the exception of a few strands. You could see the five o'clock shadow lining his jaw, and the haunted yet alert look in his eyes. The left side of his face was marked with a skull tattoo, which, in your opinion, made him even more alluring.

Of course, you observed the other three, taking in all of their similarities and differences. Only one of the others had a tattoo, while the largest had a facial scar that caused his left eye to cloud over, and the other clutched a datapad as if he was dependent on it. You watched as some of the regs whispered to each other, acting like bullies watching a new target walk past.

The harsh neon lights illuminated their faces in a red glow, the shadows intensifying as they reached the counter. The one with the tattoo around his eye glared at you, almost as if he already hated you. You internally scoffed, this was certainly going to be interesting.

"Hello boys," you started in your usual serving voice, leaning your body against the counter. "What can I get you tonight?"

"Whatever your strongest liquor is. A warning, however, make sure Wrecker doesn't get his hands on the bottle."

The one with the datapad said that, his unoccupied hand fiddling with the edge of his goggles. You gave a nod in his direction, turning around and reaching for whatever you saw first. You turned back around with the bottle and four glasses to see a small amount of credits on the counter. You eyed the one you spoke to, but he was too absorbed in whatever was on his datapad to notice your skeptical look. The clink of the glass got the biggest one's attention, whose eyes lit up at the sight of the alcohol.

"Finally, it's been forever since we've had this!"

The one with the eye tattoo rolled his eyes but reached for a glass nonetheless. He saw you watching him, and looked up to say, "What are you staring at?"

You were about to reply when the one with the skull tattoo stopped you. "Ignore Crosshair, he doesn't really like nat-borns. Then again, he doesn't really like anyone." That earned a glare from Crosshair, and you couldn't help the small laugh that flowed past your lips.

"I'm Hunter, and these two are Tech," he pointed at the one with the datapad, "and Wrecker," who perked up at the sound of his name.

"I haven't seen you before. This your first time here?"

"Yeah. We don't normally go out during leave, but Wrecker was getting restless. We all were."

"Well, I'm glad you came. It's about time I got some new faces around here." Hunter raised an eyebrow in question, and you quickly clarified. "New people. Then again, you don't really resemble the others."

"We get that a lot."

"Actually, it was a side effect of our mutations," Tech addressed. "As you know, clones are created with the same DNA as Jango Fett, yet altered to have the traits which are desirable in a soldier. Clone Force 99, us, had preexisting aberrations in our DNA manipulated, which resulted in our unique abilities."

"And what would those be?" you questioned.

"Hunter's enhanced senses, Crosshair's sharpshooting skills, Wrecker's brute strength, and my exceptional mind." The way he stated it was as if it was a well-known fact, which it probably was among the clones. You hadn't heard of clones with such abilities before, which again made Hunter much more intriguing. 

You looked up when you heard the familiar glass clinking against the counter, subconsciously grabbing the bottle and pouring refills, pushing the glasses back towards them. Hunter was the only one ignoring his glass, instead directing his attention to you.

You wiped down an area of the counter, not realizing his gaze on you until you looked up and saw his untouched drink. 

"You gonna drink that?"

The corners of his mouth curled up, clearly amused with your question. You watched as he grabbed the glass, lifting it to his mouth and downing it in one go. He pulled it back and set it on the counter, but it was like you didn't hear it. Now that you were much closer to him, you could see the dangerous glint in his eyes, the way the red lighting and enhanced shadows made him look so much more intimidating , and the way his lips glistened with the remnants of the alcohol.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't hear the shout coming from another clone at the other end of the counter. Your head snapped up at the sound, and you turned back to the group in front of you. 

"Looks like I'm needed elsewhere," you said, giving them a small smile before making your way to the other end. You felt their eyes on you, never leaving your form as you took more requests and talked to the other clones at the bar. At some point, another server moved the group to a booth in the back, the shadowy corner masking most of their activity. The whole time you served, you felt a set of eyes on you, but you didn't dare look up. You knew who it was, and his undivided attention made you wetter than you'd care to admit.

You didn't know why. He was just another clone, another customer. You didn't know him, this was the first time he'd set foot into the 79's, for crying out loud. But he called out to you like a drug, and you couldn't get enough. You drank in the attention he provided you, the need growing in your aching cunt every time you remembered his gaze. It was fucking intoxicating, but if you were asked why, you wouldn't be able to provide an answer. The rest of the night, you just prayed to the Maker this wouldn't be the only time you ever saw him.

Midnight passed, and people came and went. At some point you had to shoo a group of people out of the bar, leaving it empty except for the staff. You all cleaned up, and you told, more like insisted, your coworkers that you would close up. They gratefully accepted, and by 0600, you were checking the last details before locking up.

"Glad to see how thorough you are."

The deep, gravelly voice made you shiver, and you quickly turned around to see Hunter leaning against the counter. If this were any other bar on any other planet, you would fearfully ask how he managed to get in. But this was the 79's, on Coruscant of all planets, and this happened more often than you'd like to admit. Not only that, but the unwavering gaze he held on you was making you anything but scared.

"You know, most don't break into my place of work and watch me close up within twelve hours of meeting me."

A low chuckle, then, "Oh mesh'la, I'm not like most."

You knew the name was Mando'a, you weren't stupid. But it still made you flush and press your thighs harder together. He smirked a bit, evidently noticing the reaction. He started walking towards you, causing you to back up against the nearest wall. You let out a small gasp as you felt your back hit the cold wall, Hunter's body caging you in.

"You heard Tech, didn't you? I have enhanced senses, and all I could smell tonight was you. You're fucking dripping for me, a clone you haven't known for more than half a day. So tell me, what's so special about me?"

You gulped, looking at his body towering over you, his hands pressed against the wall on either side of your head. He was so close you could feel his breath on your face, the smell of mixed liquor filling your nose. Your eyes locked on his for a brief moment, then darted away, determined not to give yourself away so quickly.

You heard the sound of fabric rubbing against skin and an item of clothing dropping to the floor. His arms were away from the side of your head, but two of his fingers grabbed your chin and lifted it, forcing your gaze to his. It surprised you to see his eyes so dark from lust and his expression so determined.

You couldn't even bring yourself to answer, his presence was so goddamn invigorating. His fingers tightened ever so slightly, and a quiet gasp left your mouth.

"Answer me."

You stayed silent for a moment, wondering what would happen if you answered. Your eyes darted across his face, desperately searching for the answer. When you answered, your voice came out as a whisper, almost as if you couldn't bear the thought of anyone else knowing.

"I don't know. You're just so fucking intoxicating it's like-"

He didn't even give you a chance to finish, his lips crashing against yours in a desperate attempt to taste you, feel you in any way possible. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you let your fingers lock themselves in his hair, your grip almost as hard as his on your waist. The heat radiating from his body was driving you crazy, and you needed to feel his skin against yours.

His lip bit yours and you let out a gasp, which he used to slip his tongue into your mouth. You whined, and he let out a sound you didn't know was possible. You managed to pull away for a second, lungs burning from the lack of air.

"Hunter, not here-"

As if he was reading your mind, he tapped your thigh, and you jumped, letting your legs hook around his waist. He carried you effortlessly to the counter, letting his grip loosen once you were seated on the cold surface. His mouth found your jaw, and your head fell back as he continued downwards and bit the side of your neck. He continued just like that, marking your neck and collarbone in a way that had whimpers tumbling from your lips.

He bit a particular spot that caused a moan to slip past and you to tug the strands of his hair. He groaned, then chuckled into your skin, kissing the newly forming bruise. "You like that, don't you mesh'la?"

You nodded, feeling your pussy clench at the familiar name. He groaned again, burying his face into your neck. "Maker, sweetheart, that name must really turn you on. You're all I can smell."

His hands hooked around your shoulders, pulling the sleeves of your shirt and bra down. You quickly lifted your arms, earning another laugh from him.

"Eager, aren't we? You want me to mark up your pretty tits?"

You nodded again, this time more frantically as he pulled your shirt and bra over your head, throwing them somewhere behind you. He continued his descent downwards, resuming at your collarbone and kissing all the way to your breasts. He pulled away for a moment, making you whine at the loss, but the sound was replaced with a moan as his mouth engulfed one and his hand teased the other. Your hands weaved themselves further into his hair, the feeling of his body on yours making you lose whatever sanity you had left.

Maker, it was almost terrifying how easily he could turn you on.

At some point, you felt his hands tugging at the waistband of your pants, carefully sliding the fabric down your legs. He let out a shaky sigh at the sight of your panties being completely soaked through. Your face flushed, slightly embarrassed from how much he did to you.

"Don't be embarrassed, cyare," he said, letting his calloused hands slide up and down your thighs. "I'll take care of you."

That last sentence was a whisper as he kissed the inside of your left thigh, biting the skin quickly before moving to the other one. You watched in anticipation as his mouth moved up further and further until he couldn't anymore. Then, once his face was close enough to your clothed cunt, he took a deep breath in and groaned.

The action shocked you, but you would've been lying if you said it didn't turn you on.

"My god, I'm sure you taste just as sweet as you smell."

With that, his teeth latched onto the fabric and pulled, a gasp spilling from your mouth when the cold air hit you. He pushed your body back onto the counter, held your hips down with one arm, and quickly let his mouth dive into your pussy.

The moan you let out at the feeling of his mouth would've been humiliating if you weren't so blissed out. His tongue prodded at your hole while his free hand quickly rubbed circles into your clit, causing your body to convulse.

“So sensitive, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

His words had arousal dripping out of your clenching hole, the fluid getting all over the lower half of Hunter’s face. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything except let the moans spill from your mouth as you let yourself drown in the feeling of his mouth on you. Your hands tugged at his hair when the sensations weren’t enough, when you craved more. The action made him chuckle, and another whine went past your lips at the vibrations. 

“Tell me what you need, mesh’la. Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.”

You shook your head frantically, pulling on his hair and letting the pleasure dull so you could tell him. “Hunter, please-”

“Tell me.”

“I need more, Hunter please give me more-”

He smirked at you from between your legs, the sight making your eyes go wide. You couldn’t bring yourself to tear your gaze away from him as he took his other glove in his teeth, slowly pulling it off his hand and letting it drop to the floor. His grip on your hips tightened, and your head fell back with a moan as he pushed a finger into you. His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking it lightly as his finger curled itself inside of you. 

“Is this what you wanted?”

All you could do was moan in response, the pleasure coursing through your veins like lighting. He chuckled again and added another finger, completely stretching you out. He moved them in and out of you so slowly, it felt like too much and not enough at the same time. You couldn’t help but grind into him, begging him to go faster. Every time you did, he just sucked harder, making you buck your hips into his face. He continued just like that, that oh-so-familiar feeling building up in your abdomen.

“I’m so close, don’t stop, please Hunter-”

“It’s okay, cyare. Come for me.”

Those simple words shouldn’t have had such an intense effect on you, but that along with his thumb pushing against your clit made you come with a cry. Your eyes quickly shut and your head rolled back as pleasure ripped through your body. You could feel Hunter’s mouth still on you, his tongue lapping at every spot he could reach.

The pleasure dulled down to a haze, his mouth pressing light kisses to your clit before pulling that and his fingers away. He looked up at you again, the lower half of his face completely covered in your arousal. This didn’t seem to phase him, however, because he simply stood back up to kiss you again. You whined at the taste of yourself on his mouth, and he pulled away to push his thumb into your mouth. Watching him and getting an idea, you made a show of sucking your arousal off of his finger, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. He switched his fingers and you took your time licking them clean. 

“Gods, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

You let go of the last finger with a pop of your mouth and smirked up at him. “I know.”

He smirked back at you, stepping away from your body to slowly take off the armor on his legs. You stared as the defined muscles of his thighs were revealed, along with the very noticeable bulge. You knew you were staring for too long when you felt his hand on your chin, lifting your face to his.

“You like what you see, mesh’la?”

You nodded, causing a short laugh to fall from his lips. He swiftly picked you up and sat down at the edge of one of the booths, and you gasped when you felt the outline of his cock prod against your thigh. He grasped onto your hips and dragged you across his lap so you were straddling him.

You could feel how thin his blacks were, and he chuckled as he felt the goosebumps raise at the top of your thighs. Your hand grabbed his shoulder while the other reached down in between your bodies, pulling his leaking cock out of his pants. You gave it a few experimental pumps, and his head rolled back as he groaned. It was your turn to let out a laugh, leaning into his neck to press a kiss at his pulse while lifting your body and placing your aching cunt right above his cock. 

You slowly lowered yourself onto him, both of you moaning in unison as you felt the burning stretch. When he was fully inside you, your head dropped onto his shoulder, letting out a quiet whine. 

“God, Hunter, you feel so good.”

“I know, I know, cyare.”

He was so breathless and his hands were fisting themselves into your flesh, as if he was trying to stop himself from losing the last amount of control he had left. You carefully dragged your hips across his lap, moaning at the feeling of his cock dragging inside of you. When you felt his still body, you slightly lifted your head from his shoulder to find him watching you fall apart. 

“Hunter, please.”

Those words must’ve sounded angelic to his ears, a quiet but desperate plea to give you what you wanted. However, all he did was move his hands up and down your waist, trying to coax a more specific request out of you.

“Use your words. Tell me what you want.”

You whined, your brain on the verge of short-circuiting if he kept this up any longer. 

“Please, just fucking move.”

He gave you a small smirk, and you finally got what you craved when he picked you up by your hips and slammed you back down onto him.

He wouldn’t let up, but it wasn't like you wanted him to. The pleasure was building so quickly, every sensation lighting your nerves on fire. The feeling of him hitting that unreachable spot inside of you with every thrust, his hands toying with your body, his lips nipping at the base of your neck. It was incredible, and you knew he felt the same every time his cock twitched inside of you. Every bite or scrape at your skin was punctured by a muttered praise from him, he was so determined to make you feel good and it made you clench around him at the thought. 

Your hips met in time with his, and while he barely had to guide your body, his grip was still iron strong. You felt your arousal dripping down your thighs and onto his, which he used to his advantage. He gathered some of it on his fingers and reached in between your bodies to quickly rub your sensitive clit. Your back arched in his body as you mewled, the knot in your stomach winding more and more.

“Please, please, please, I’m so close-”

He groaned, feeling you clench around him. “Mesh’la, where do you want me to-”

“Inside.”

“Are you sure?”

Your lips quickly captured his in a kiss, solidifying your decision for him. He quickly pressed his thumb against your cunt, and his mouth muffled your cry as you came on his cock. White dots speckled your vision as tears freely fell down your face at the sheer force. Almost right after, he thrust into you one more time before you felt his cum filling you to the brim. Your body fell limp against him, and his arms held you as he leaned against the wall of the booth. 

Your breathing was heavy, your skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, and your thighs were too sticky for your liking, but you didn’t move as Hunter gently held your spent body against his.

“Well,” you heard him start. Your head lifted ever so slightly to lock your eyes with his. “I think I found my new favorite bar.”

You scoffed, feeling the corners of your mouth turn upwards. “And I think I found my new favorite customer.”

TAGS - @low-keylover

[darker-overlord]

My OCs from different fandoms!

thank u @kindan-no-kanojo for the tag i'm about to be INSUFFERABLE for one full post <3

i wasn't the type to make ocs until last year so it's like 20% actual old ocs and 80% unintroduced dl charas :D it's my personal acc anyway someone HAS to see them before i go insane (they have lore drops tho so just look at the pretty pictures if u don't wanna know (?))

(also using the dividers on the oc blog i'm too lazy to find a cute one >:D)

Diabolik Lovers OC/s (introduced)

Komori Kayo x2 (human and fiend)

we have the babygrills of the blog, kayo and edgy kayo. jk but for ocs i only made like? january of this year i have spent WAY too much time thinking about and drawing them. hunter came first and the loser meowmeow drenched in milk pathetic loser one came after actually :p

i can go on and on about how i designed her appearance in specific but that's for another day :D just know that her blue/yellow color palette is literally a forget-me-not, and hunter's red/yellow color palette is a forget-me-not drenched in blood :D

hunter kayo's "species" is actually called a fiend (a term i just stole from csm LMAO) which is a very rare set of humans that are able to successfully be transplanted with a demonic organ. yes, yui is technically a fiend too in this case.

Lilith

mother <3

in terms of power levels, she's karlheinz on steroids (bc their powers have the same origin but u didn't hear that from me) but she's on another level of psychopathic. was she a demon before she was banished, or did god make her a demon? who knows.

kayo, seiji, and yui's relationship closely mirrors lilith, god, and eve's relationship.

Cecilia Lune

like spring, gone too soon. all that's left are the ashes she left behind.

Jumpscare warning: G*nshin Imp*ct OCs

i censored it bc i can't believe my first ocs were for THIS GAME...

i have a love-hate relationship with the game don't mind <3 i still think back to these three fondly and i'll talk about their lore for a bit cause this is probably the only time they'll see the light of day.

the two sisters are inazuman-mondstadter(?) in blood, but in nationality they're both inazuman, and their visions have inazuman casing. however, maya lives in fontaine and miya lives in sumeru.

Mikoshi Maya (Wandering Princess)

players complaining about too many sweet girls? here's another one!

from the last name, maya is a descendant of mikoshi nagamasa, the human son of the oni chiyo that served the raiden shogun. that part of her backstory doesn't matter to her as much as it matters to her older sister.

maya's a spoiled and lazy child of one of richest businesswomen of fontaine, and she's also a huge hermit. but she has the power to dream of the future, and it always involves someone needing help. even though she's spoiled, she's very kind in nature, so even as a hermit she often travels to help those she finds in her dreams. she's a dancer and has a very pretty appearance so 'wandering princess' is the title she got from traveling the other nations.

ironically, her nickname in fontaine is actually the rumored hermit, from her tendencies to almost never show up. people see her so little some are convinced that she doesn't actually exist.

her future dreams come into play in an interlude quest.

Mikoshi Miya (Transient Swordsman)

mommy. her name's miya bc i wanted it to match with maya

on the surface, she's a kshahrewar graduate who specializes in mechanics, and she specifically works on machines that can bridge the gap between vision holders and non-vision holders. she's pretty relaxed and sisterly, but at first she seems almost drawn in on herself.

in her past, she was trained as a swordsman by her father, a mikoshi himself. she was considered the greatest prodigy for her time, and she was 'destined for great things'. this was for a specific job that would need way too long to explain but related to this job is the fact that they're a bit of a problem for the fatui. this, and her mother's relationship to the fatui, culminated in someone attempting to subdue her mother with a very special fire made from delusions. however, they mistimed the mission, and instead caught a young miya and her father in the crossfire, which lead to her father's death and miya's hatred for the fatui and for visions.

no matter how much people told her that she was a once in a lifetime swordsman, and how her skill was almost completely unmatched, miya gave up swordsmanship. her skill never saved her father.

miya is intelligent, and always liked making gadgets (her first creation was a mechanical train set at the age of seven), so she instead focused her efforts on helping non-vision holders, including herself, by studying at the akademiya.

miya only gets her electro vision in her story quest, where she confronts her father's killer. she also decides to take up a sword again because of the quest :D

Irina (Witch of Thorns)

mother. that's my name yes but it kind of fits her. i go by yna anyway so i don't really see myself in her JFKJFSD if miya's past seems like a lot this woman has a whole document just about her lore......

to summarize, she's actually gold/rhinedottir's "accidental" creation, something too long to talk about but trust me on this. she's her first child in that regard, and rhine actually tried to raise her like a regular daughter.

they got separated in the cataclysm and irina ended up in mondstadt, which lead to her considering herself a mondstadter. fatui shenanigans happen with dottore and she changes her original appearance to become the witch of thorns, a witch specializing in an artificial flower with medicinal properties. she changes appearances every other decade and pretends she's the daughter of the last witch of thorns, all the way to the present.

miya and maya are her very real daughters though. maya resembles her true appearance more, while miya resembles how she was when she was younger.

(i also have two men who work under irina, yuuya and a runaway adeptus but their lore is like wayyy shorter than the three and these gi ocs are already taking up way too much of the post...)

Diabolik Lovers OCs (unintroduced)

HUGE LORE DUMP AHEAD.................... bc i need to vomit it out

Lunar Clan

the descendants of lilith's eldest, nyx.

while all demons are descendants of lilith, there is one uninterrupted line of daughters that are genetically clones of lilith herself. while their appearances do have variation, they all one defining trait: pure white hair. in my lore, white hair is a trait impossible to have if you're a pure founder. the only founders to naturally have this hair color are these clones, who are called lilith's avatars. makes you wonder how carla has white hair, though not purely white. doesn't that make him special?

there can only be one avatar born from a previous one in every generation, and any other child ends up as a regular founder. back then, this line of daughters were the royal family of the founder clan, then known as the lunar kingdom when all kingdoms were comprised of founders rather than the subspecies that arose from evolution.

they were overthrown in an event known as the fall of lunacy, a coup d'état arranged by the final queen, scylla's adviser. despite being overthrown, their connection to lilith and scylla's own sacrifices continued to keep them in an important noble position. their estate is located the closest to lilith's tomb, lilith's resting place, a garden of forget-me-nots the size of a town.

another special trait of the avatars is the ability to control and summon butterfly familiars, all with a unique appearance. they can also take up the butterfly's form.

all avatars are assigned epithets at one point in their lives. in their time as royal family, they were usually assigned their titles post-mortem, but afterwards their epithets tend to be assigned some time within their lives.

in order of appearance and birth.

Lilith ; Queen of the Night ; Lilith herself wasn't technically part of the Lunar Clan, as it only began upon the establishment of the Lunar Kingdom, long after her supposed death. Still, she was given the epithet due to her reign on Old Eden, characterized by her absolute control over all territories, like the all-encompassing embrace of night.

Queen Nyx ; Lunacy's Founder, the founder of the Lunar Kingdom and the first to take on the last name Lune. Lilith's eldest.

Queen Raikou ; The Silent Queen, the longest-reigning queen, second to only Lilith herself, ruling for 700 years compared to an average of 100 years. Her rule was characterized by its stability, though quickly overturned when the event known as the War of the Fallen occurred.

Queen Scylla ; The Children's Princess, the shortest-reigning queen, Raikou's daughter, and the final ruler of the Lunatic Dynasty. Becoming queen at a young age after her mother's death, she followed her adviser's ill-meaning advice due to the widespread famine in neighboring kingdoms, earning the peoples' ire and contributing to the successful coup d'état. That adviser's family became the reigning royal family up until Giesbach.

Zarya and Krone Lune ; The Dawn and the Dusk, a pair of identical twins. They are the first and only case of two avatars being born in one generation. Due to magic being the focus of the Demon World, Zarya's interest in medicine and biology was seen as a disgrace, especially compared to her twin sister, who excelled in magic and swordsmanship. Zarya was later exiled from the kingdom, though was reluctantly brought back upon the beginning of the spread of Endzeit. She managed to quell the disease's spread all the way until her disappearance, just before the War of Prophecy occurred, which trapped all Founders within the Pandemonium and allowed Endzeit to spread rampantly.

Cecilia Lune ; The Spring Bloom ; Zarya's daughter, the end to the line of avatars. Founders' eyes don't reflect light, and merely glow. Cecilia's eyes sparkled like stars. Hated, then loved by the people, who grieved her death for centuries.

She was known as the human among demons.

extra fact: the divider icon is the lunar clan's family emblem:3 it used to represent the lunar kingdom as a whole, but upon the fall of the dynasty it became associated with the former royal family instead.

anyway that's all this has gotten very long <3 thank you again for the tag ;w;

[pumpkinsy0]

Tim Shepard (Tv series) Head Cannons

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This is if you seen the Tv show or not its fine :P

***he really is a good artist (DID YOU SEE THE DRAWING OF CALIFORNIA HE DID LOL,,,,,HE EVEN GAVE IT TO PONY HOW SWEET OF HIM😭🙏🏻)***

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***I wanna see what you come up wit! I LOVE YOUR HCS THERE AMAZING! AND INTERESTING YOU MAKE ME LIKE THE CHARACTERS MORE JUST BY THE HCS LOL***

But take your time!! NO RUSH THANK YOU🙏🏻♥

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Sorry to ask this! Its just over seen the show and in my opinion i was a great show I loved it! I LOVES IT EVEN MORE CAUSE OF TIM. HE REALLY IS MY FAVE!🙏🏻😭 (IM OBSESSED WITH HIM! NOT IN A WEIRD WAY GOD NO😭) I KIN WITH HIM SO MUCH I RELATE WIT HIM SO MUCH🙏🏻🙏🏻😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Also your my favorite "OUTSIDERS" fanpage! Your my favorite person! (Love'ya :D )

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i havent seen the show in a while so what i remember is rusty and i dont think tim was rlly there a bunch so i only have like 3 hcs im srry BUT to make up for it i will go into depth about them kinda sorta, and by hcs i mean aspects of his character i liked in the show and just went “yea thats tim im including that in my tim most definitely” but i do have like 2 hcs

•hes a good artist

loved this part of his character in the show, i feel like he was one of those kids who would doodle on like desk n stuff like that, and maybe he was one of those kids who was into graffiti and he just liked designing things but had no real outlet, sometimes at night when he cant sleep or somethin or hes thinking of like idk gang stuff he draws cause it helps clear his mind, he also just thinks its funny to draw a lot of weiners, hes still a teen hes a lil immature, but i also hc that his artistic abilities kinda inspired angela and curly as well and they become artist in their own right

•hes close to pony

OK LOOK I LOVE THIS AS A FOIL RELATIONSHIP TO DARRY AND CURLY ITS GREAT, but HOW did they get close??? most likely after johnny and dallys deaths, pony spends more time w curly which means more time at curlys house which means seeing tim a lot more as well, at first tim would just pop in and go like “do yall want somethin to eat” and ofc pony was afraid at first but l as time went on, they just kinda clicked, maybe over art, bc each other using creativity as an outlet, or something or bc tim was like “o he is a bit fucked up actually” and took him under his wing

•hes somewhat involved w the curtis gang

mostly based off that one rumble episode, BUT i hc that after dallys death, tim became not close but definitely not a stranger to the curtis gang, he doesnt rlly hang out w them or anything like that, but he does see them quite a bit and talks to them, and especially teams up w them when they need it, think of tim as what dally was to the gang, the guy who came n went but was down w them, but in his own “yall cool but i got a gang to lead so ill help darry a bit when it comes to handlin yall” way if that makes any lick of sense

BUT FOR ACTUAL HCS OF MINE

•i hc that angela and curly werent there bc they were off w their grandma, y u ask??? man idk they love their grandma i guess who r we to judge

•perhaps it was around that time that angela and curly was gone that tim started getting closer to pony cause he kinda missed up and wanted someone to look after, he just got that “damn i need to b a guardian to a fucked up kid or else im gonna go insane my damn self” thing goin on and pony was there so

•i said it before but idc ill say it again, tims art is influenced by haitian art, maybe not like the style exactly, but the idea of it being vibrant, black ppl being shown using the actual color black, yknow that thing

•tim mostly draws ppl and landscapes, maybe he goes out of his way and draws like anatomy stuff wether its normal things or like horror

•he would never actually show his drawings to anyone, he rlly only shows pony it cause he knows pony wont judge, ofc angela and curly knows and have seen it but thats bc theyre nosey and poke around his things, he knows about it but they havent said anything so it’s whatever

thats all i could think of mb</33

and thank u im glad my acc beings some sorta joy, luv ya 2 anon🙏🏽🙏🏽

[andrevasims]

Sims Tag

Tagged by @ho3sferatu​! Thanks ^_^

Readmore’d cause it gets a bit long :P

1. What’s your favourite sims death?

Probably fright, cause the animation is so funny like they have time to pause and check their pulse before dropping dead

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

I can tell this is aimed at TS4 haha I had to google Alpha CC to check I knew what it meant - So semi-realistic? I mean obviously I lean towards Maxis Match, but if I like how something looks I’ll use it even if it’s not from the same style.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

No, that actually happened to Klothilde because she kept eating fish and it takes so long for them to eat fish that she got fat after eating it once lol - But TS2 fat meshes aren’t even really fat, so it doesn’t make much difference to me heh

4. Do you use move objects?

Only for placing deco things, cause I don’t want to end up placing a chair or something that’s actually inaccessible and not find out until after I’ve built everything else around where I placed it

5. Favorite mod?

No Red Pause Lines, cause it’s 500x more annoying if I have to crop that out every time I take a screenshot

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

University, I pretty much got all the TS2 stuff as it came out heh

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

aLIVE, but I think about it more like how a TV show says “We’re live” or something since that’s where the game actually progresses in time

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

Cirrus! There’s some close seconds, but Cirrus actually has history in my game versus just being a face I liked, and the way her parents’ genetics created the little side smirk she has that I don’t think I could recreate in CAS

9. Have you made a simself?

I did when I was 13 - I was exactly at that age where child sims felt too young to represent myself, but teen sims felt too old. I went with a child sim just for the proportions lol but yeah that was the last time I was interested in making a simself.

10. What sim traits do you give yourself?

Well to keep it TS2 themed, I think it’d be something like this:

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Um black? That’s always the default color I pick when doing any sort of dress up game

12. Favorite EA hair?

fhairshorttuckin:

It’s the only hair I’ve never fully replaced with a default, I just do a texture default

13. Favorite life stage?

Adult I guess, they just have the most stuff available to do

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

Both, I like building but I like to play the lots I build. And when I’m playing, I think of what kind of builds would be fun to play, and so the gameplay also inspires my building.

15. Are you a CC creator?

Kind of? I’ve made clothing recolors, makeup, hair recolors, etc. but I haven’t done anything besides sharing lots/sims in a while.

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?

Not particularly, I have mutuals that I always like seeing on my dash/activity but I’m not the most talkative person on tumblr lol

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4)

2 of course ^_^

18. Do you have any sims merch?

No? lol

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims?

Technically yeah, it’s my “personal” YT account but 90% of my videos are of The Sims.

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?

I used to do more semi-realistic CC, just based on what I’d accumulated and liked the look of at the time. I still have a lot of that CC in my Downloads, I just don’t use it as often anymore as more recently downloaded Maxis match stuff.

21. What’s your Origin ID?

idk, I think I have one but I’ve never shared anything for TS4 so it’s kinda useless lol

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator?

Ooh that’s a tough one, @platinumaspiration​ comes to mind cause I really love how bright/colorful a lot of their CC is and I like a lot of the clothing/hair styles :)

23. How long have you had a simblr?

2012.............. lol

Here is the 1st post I ever made on here, it’s for TS3 and has way more straightness than my game has had in years lmao

24. How do you edit your pictures?

I explained it here sort of a few years ago, but I have a newer version of Photoscape and I don’t have access to Photoshop anymore. I still do the highlight/shadow tweaking stuff, but I use Photoscape to do that now.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

Well obviously that’s not a question for TS2 lol but something that both TS3 and TS4 have that would’ve been cool in TS2 is careers that you can actually play/interact with instead of the sim disappearing for 8 hours.

26. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?

Nightlife, I love everything about the themes/aesthetic/gameplay, it has objects/features I use more than any other EP to this day, it’s just exactly my style.

Tagging: @krabbysims​​ @potentialfate-sims​​ @aondaneedles​​ @simmer-until-tender​​! Feel free to ignore if you’ve done it already haha

[tabswrites]

Happy WBW! Are there any prehistoric species in the world of your WIP? (Similar to the way we have dinosaurs in our world, for example)

Happy WBW, Nopal!

I talked a little bit about the creatures from S.S in this post, but I’ll take this opportunity to share a bit more about one of them that will make their first appearance in the upcoming Ch. 4 (or 5, I’ve been going off the rails and might need to split a chapter into two).

There used to be many unique species roaming around Caledon, ancient and weird looking critters who originated from the Forest of Eternity. No one knows exactly when or how they came to be, only that they ceased to exist the day magic died. Today, we’re going to talk about Felisquam.

Felisquam (p), or felisquama (s); a combination of the Latin word “felis”, meaning cat, and “squamea”, meaning scaly. Literally just a scaly cat.

They closely resembled hairless cats, but were covered in tiny, soft scales that changed color according to their mood. Their gecko-like feet were webbed and had tiny hairs (called setae) on the toe pads to help them adhere to surfaces. They were known to be capable of speech.

Felisquam laid eggs but reproduced asexually, meaning they were able to provide both sets of chromosomes to an embryo without it needing to be fertilized (there’s an actual lizard that can do this and it’s weird).

They were omnivorous but ate primarily insects and small mammals (severing their connection to the human world is essentially what led to their extinction, they lost their food source).

Felisquam had a curious ability to not only sense pheromones, but excreted their own that had the ability to influence emotions in their own species as well as humans. Old journals detailed intense, vivid hallucinations after being convinced to eat strange fruit in the forest by their mysterious scaly friends.

They were relatively harmless creatures but were known to cause trouble from time to time, allegedly at the whim of the forest itself.

S.S tag list: @outpost51 and you haha

[noroi1000]

I've read one of your match-up asks for jujutsu kaisen and thought "ooh they're so on point! I should ask one as well!" So if you're willing and have the time setting me up with one of the bois ~ ^^

How should I start this.. (honestly first time asking anything lol),oh well:

Im 24 y/o gal, gemini sun (libra moon and rising if it means anything), and an INFJ. Apearance wise im an averege height and weight, green eyes~ hair changing all the time cause I love coloring it lol. I love animals, learn and experience new things, and the color pink :p

Used to be super shy and quiet and some people would say I still am, but I've become much more social thru the years. I'm very curious about people and.. anything really- I believe the more you study the world and talk to more people the closer you are to what we call "god" (So I'll be glad if we could become friends too lol). So its not a surprise that i dvelve pretty deep in conversations and subjects- if something peeks my interest I'm obsessed with it for a loooong time.

As a partner I usually pretty affectionate,light hearted (unless I'm in a bad mood), love to surprise and just vibe with whatever feels like it in the moment.

Umm.. wellp idk what else to add. Dont wanna write a whole autobiography here.

Cant wait to see who u picked to be my boo~♡ lol

And thank you in advence ofc 💕

I think your Jujutsu kaisen matchup is

You wrote that you used to be shy, but now you are more and more open. Well, with him you can say it's the other way around.

He's not shy. More mysterious and sometimes eerie. That would be a good term.

He likes to spend time with people, as long as they are people close to him. People around him must be someone he can trust.

He keeps quiet and ignores strangers. Among friends, he is almost the soul of the party. He talks, he laughs, he'd do the wildest shit there is. Even though he is a more reasonable person. If you look at it another way, he always takes responsibility. He does not blame anyone, but evaluates the situation rationally. If anything has a greater share of his fault, he will take it all upon himself.

Topics that attract and interest him will be explored by him. It doesn't matter what people think about it. The important thing was that it caught his attention and he couldn't look away.

Besides, every theory can be explained. Anything that doesn't make sense to someone else may actually make sense. That's why he always finds solutions. Even if it's to find out the truth or win something through manipulation. But he would never do that to his loved ones.

He cares about someone he cares about, he is kind and affectionate. He shows affection and closeness. He supports at all times and there is no moment when he will not be there. He is always with you, especially when you need him.

Headcanon:

• The first encounter is almost terrifying. He saw something intriguing about you. And if you were interested in him too? After all, anyone can meet anyone. What matters is that you both want it.

There are different types of people. You are someone who learns more after each conversation. Guessing the state of a person. Understanding other people's feelings. Perceptiveness to the intentions of others and to lies.

During your first meeting, there was not a very developed conversation. It was more quiet. Your friends may have told you to sit with him until you finally get along. Same with him. A moment longer made you find out that your behaviors are similar.

You learned more about the mysterious man who was just too observant. You found out that you caught his eye 😉

• Finding answers to all your questions. It's something that connects you. Even though he finds the answer often by accident.

The more you talked, the more you found answers and learned more and more about him. Making it always nice to surprise him and making him smile.

• The most carefree, calm and minutes when you are alone at home. Where you can be together and just cuddle. He would let you do anything. He pampers you. You get everything you want. And he does all this just so he can always see your smile on your face.