#₊˚ପ⊹ signed: blue lock

[suashii]

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝒲𝒜𝒩𝒟𝐸𝑅𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐸𝒴𝐸𝒮 — attractive things they do

info ⭑  includes: itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, mikage reo, michael kaiser, yukimiya kenyu ﾉ suggestive bordering nsfw (minors do not interact) ﾉ all character written 19+  

₊˚ପ⊹ RIN guides you by your waist. when you’re playing around and purposely blocking his path, his arms stretch out to take a hold of you before effortlessly reversing your positions with the click of his tongue and an easy, lazy smirk. it’s also one of the few physical actions he’ll display in public, preferring it over holding hands or slinging an arm around your shoulders. he can see you this way, keep you in his sights. when you’re not paying any mind to your surroundings and nearly walk into traffic, he pulls you into him and gives you a squeeze, leaning down to whisper “be careful” against your skin. you jump at his touch and the feel of his breath tickling your ear, cheeks burning with the reminder of where his hands were roaming and exploring the night before.

₊˚ପ⊹ SHIDOU walks around the apartment in sweatpants that hang incredibly low on his hips. your focus shifts from the pot of water you’re waiting to boil to ryusei as he pads into the kitchen after finishing his shower. beads of water drip from his hair onto his bare chest and roll down his tanned skin until they reach his v-line. you don’t realize the water on the stove has come to a boil until shidou clears his throat, jerking his head at the stove. “you’re staring real hard, pretty,” he drawls with a lazy grin. it only takes a few strides for him to close the gap between the two of you. his hands grip the counter on either side of you, trapping you in place as fuchsia eyes filled with mischief stare down at your figure. “something more you wanna see?”

₊˚ପ⊹ OLIVER intently stares at your lips whenever you’re talking. to be fair, each conversation starts with his eyes on yours but they always happen to drift down to your mouth. he takes in their natural pout and the subtle shine that your chapstick leaves behind on them. eventually, his mind begins to wander. he thinks about how soft they would feel sucking hickeys onto the pulse of his neck and across his collarbone or wrapped around the head of his—"are you even listening?“ you ask with crossed arms, the corners of your lips turnings down in a frown. "of course i am,” he tells you, finally dragging his gaze up to your eyes. “i just hear you better this way, that’s all.”

₊˚ପ⊹ REO puts his hands over yours every time you reach for your wallet to pay. he can feel the way your fingers wriggle beneath his palm, but he ignores the movement, intertwining his fingers with yours while he pulls out his card and hands it to the cashier. he’s got more money to his name than he knows what to do with, so it only makes sense for him to spoil you. he might smile and breathe out a laugh when you slap his shoulder and frown, sulking about how you feel bad for spending all his money, but he hears you. if you really feel like paying him back, he can think of a couple of ways you could do so—some that are better suited taking place in the bedroom.

₊˚ପ⊹ KAISER tilts your chin up with his finger whenever you refuse to look at him. it shouldn’t surprise you, seeing him offer fans smiles and hugs, but you can’t help but think about it when the two of you are taking your leave. “are you seriously mad?” he asks from beside you, and it wouldn’t have upset you if he didn’t laugh like it was unreasonable. you scoff and roll your eyes but before you’re able to make it any closer to the door, you’re being tugged back. all too suddenly, kaiser is in front of you, his hooked finger angling your head up and forcing you to meet his azure gaze. “you know i only have eyes for you, right?” he murmurs, like his words are meant for you and you alone. he’ll show you that his statement holds true when you get home.

₊˚ପ⊹ YUKIMIYA uses the bottom of his shirt to wipe away his sweat. on the occasion that you accompany him to a weekend practice or individual workout, you tend to look out for it. after the intense training when he’s cooling down, you watch attentively as he drags the hem of his shirt across his upper lip to collect the beads of perspiration. the motion leaves his abdomen exposed, putting the defined lines of his abs and the trail of dark hair peeking out from his shorts on display. your staring isn’t as discreet as you think it is but yukimiya doesn’t mind it. even after he catches you gawking, he keeps his shirt pulled up so as to not interrupt your view. when finally do look up at him, he’s peering at you over his glasses, tongue running along his lower lip.

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[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

≡;-꒰ 𝑿𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑹 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I  𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍

╰┈➤ ❝ xavier x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : softdom!xavier, reader has negative thoughts, implications of depression (not explicitly stated/mentioned), implication of self-harm (scars) (not detailed), slight arguing (ish), cuddling, praise and reassurance, kissing and making out, nipple play, slight clit play, fingering, soft and lazy foreplay, use of pet names "angel" "princess", lmk if i missed any tags !! ((slightly unedited))

note : the depiction of depression in this work does not mean to generalize; please keep in mind that different people can experience depression very differently!

wc : 6.1k

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You blew your hair out of your face as you walked quietly, your footsteps moving slow as you climbed the staircase of your apartment complex. Your hand was loosely holding the upper arm opposite to it, and you sighed.

You couldn't even practice your own profession without making things harder for everyone.

You bit back a grimace recalling the low-level Wanderer that you had even barely managed to kill—how embarrassing! Sure, maybe it had been particularly difficult for you to get proper sleep, and, sure, maybe it had been just as hard for you to find your appetite enough to eat as much as you should be eating—

But the point still stood.

You were supposed to be an accomplished Hunter, and yet, here you were, walking home with wound marks from a Wanderer that most beginners could easily defeat.

If Jenna and the rest of the team knew...

You shook your head.

They shouldn't know...

You grimly moved your thumb over the sensor of your door lock, when your ears picked up the sound of light footsteps.

It was as if by instinct that you whipped your head around almost immediately, and when your eyes fell upon a set of very familiar blue ones, you almost felt yourself shrink back.

Xavier.

"...Oh," was all he said for a moment, stopping a few feet away from you, tilting his head to the side. You knew that look; he was observing you. He had obviously found the situation odd, obviously found something wrong and out of place with it, and you weren't particularly surprised—Xavier was always observant.

But you let your arms drop to the side, pulling down your sleeves to the tips of your fingers, and unfortunately, you couldn't help yourself from being a little awkward.

"Um... Hi?" You supplied, attempting a crooked smile.

Xavier didn't reply for a moment, and the silence made your heart beat uncomfortably in your chest.

And then,

"You didn't answer," he spoke, finally.

When you gave him a confused look, he gestured towards the pocket of your jeans, where he always knew your phone was.

You winced.

"Oh... Right... Sorry. I, uh? I was kind of busy..."

Your gaze fell to the ground.

"...Okay," Xavier spoke again after a while, but you heard him take a step forward. "I was worried, so I came down to check."

Another pause—

"What were you busy with?"

Your heart thrummed loudly in your chest, and you still refused to look up at him, in fear of making your lie all the more easier for him to dismiss: "Just a little morning outing with Tara!" You tried your best to sound a little energetic.

"So.... You're okay?"

You could feel his eyes boring right into you, and he took another few steps forward until you could see the tips of his shoes from where you stood looking at the ground.

"...Yeah..."

By some magnetic force, your were drawn to look up almost meekly into his eyes, and you knew instantly that it was a giveaway. You faltered when your gazes met; Xavier's eyes were always so impossibly blue that you could never bring yourself to look away once you'd started.

"...Hey... Are you sure?" You watched a small frown grace his features then, and perhaps, it was what triggered what seemed to be a pre-programmed response to any sign of disapproval.

You put up your best smile, and nodded your head. "Yeah! I'm fine! Great, even!"

"But... The way you're standing—"

Xavier reached out as if to grab your arm, but your eyes widened.

You quickly twisted away.

Feeling your heart beat faster, you turned to unlock your door, already taking a step inside. "Nothing's wrong!" You insisted, still smiling cheerfully at him. "I'm feeling absolutely peachy! Just a normal day out! Just, you know. Socializing can get tiring sometimes, right? I'll just, um, get some rest before the banquet later—"

Xavier was observant.

He was always observant.

You knew this, and yet, you had clearly underestimated it.

"...Your blouse..." He murmured, still frowning slightly as his gaze shifted to your collar. It was upturned, and you'd missed a button. Your breath hitched in your throat when you realized that he could easily piece things together from this if you let him study you any longer.

In a rush, you reached over to fix your blous, and then looked back up at him with a nervous laugh. You put your arms in front of you to wave them with denial. "Don't mind it! I, uh... I didn't notice. I must've looked silly all day, haha...!"

And then you noticed your next mistake.

Xavier's eyes slowly traveled lower, and you gasped as you realized that your blouse had ridden up with your sudden movements, exposing a cut on your waist from the Wanderer that you had been fighting. There was no hiding it now, even as you cleared your throat and hurriedly pulled and straightened your shirt.

"You're hurt."

It was a simple statement, and the soft concern in his voice made you exhale slowly.

No, you thought, not now, Xavier...

"I-it's just a little cut. I can deal with it! I know how to treat my own wounds—"

"But you always treat my wounds."

That frown again.

Your mouth went dry.

"...Yes, but... This is... This is different, I'm fine, it's just... Just one cut..."

This time, Xavier's frown deepened, and he didn't say anything else. Instead, he pulled you in through your own door, into your own appartment, and pointed directly towards the couch—

"Sit down."

You chewed on your bottom lip, watching as he walked further into the unit and into your bathroom.

His voice was cold.

It was one you hadn't heard quite often; one he only used when he was... serious. And most notably, one he used more often with other people than yourself.

Your heart sank.

I've really done it this time... you thought, sitting down neevously on your couch and folding your hands neatly onto your lap. You chewed on the inside of your bottom lip.

Your thoughts were going a mile a minute—he was upset, he was angry. He was going to come back out of there and scold you and tell you off, and you could easily have a fight right then and there because you were so needlessly incompetent—

Footsteps.

The door shut.

Xavier knew your apartment like the back of his hand, having been over so often, that it didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for—a few moments, and he emerged from the bathroom holding your familiar first-aid kit.

You felt meek as he walked over, footsteps heavier than usual, getting on his knees in front of you... But he didn't say a single word. He remained silent even as he lifted up your blouse, respectful enough not to lift it unnecessarily high, only just enough to expose your cut. It's kind of him, you thought, the simple action easing your nerves slightly. Despite the fact that you had been intimate several times before, he would still respect your space—even if he was obviously displeased in the moment.

But displeased, he was.

There was tension, and it was undeniable.

Your heart continued to beat rapidly in your chest, feeling small as he treated your wound.

"...It's our day off," he spoke curtly then.

Ah, you thought, now he's addressing the lie I told him...

"...Yeah..." you whispered quietly.

"Jenna knows we have the banquet later on."

"...i know..."

Xavier looked up, frowning, and you bit your lip at the iciness in his stare. "You know, and yet you went out and got yourself hurt."

"Th- there was a wanderer—"

"And you decided you could take it on your own, is that it?"

"B-but I did! It's gone now, and I—"

"It's gone, and you're injured. On. Your. Day. Off."

You swallow down a protest, your lips quivering slightly. You didn't know anymore, if it was the sting from the disinfectant that brought tears to your eyes, or this unusually cold demeanor that you were witnessing from him.

Or, you thought grimly, perhaps it was both.

But it was almost as if Xavier did not notice as he cleaned up your wound, reaching into the kit to bandage it. He kept a solemn, expressionless face, and the silence was loud. Uncomfortable.

"...Xavier..." Your voice came out as barely a whisper, and then he shifted to turn completely to the kit, almost as if rummaging through it.

"I'll need to take off your shirt," he spoke somewhat matter-of-factly, but he still refused to look up at you.

"...H- huh?"

"How many wounds do you have?"

You gulped. "...Just... just this one..."

Another silence.

He paused, and you almost wished that the ground would swallow you whole.

And yet still, again, was the kindness from his usual gentle nature—because he still asked for your permission. He knew well that you never took of your top completely in front of him, always preferring it on even on nights he would make love to you.

...But something told you that he wouldn't be entirely happy to let it go in this moment.

You faltered when he turned his head.

"Don't lie to me."

He narrowed his eyes.

It was a simple statement, and a valid one—you had indeed been lying to him, since the moment he'd caught you in the hallway. And yes, you deserved chastisement for it. Of course you did! When was it ever a good thing to lie so much to your partner? To avoid them and their care? You knew you were being pathetic and he had every right to be upset with you, but—

You swallowed down the lump in your throat, feeling tears prick at your eyes again.

"...Don't..." you pleaded, your voice small. You closed your eyes, bowing your head and moving to draw your knees up to your chest, withdrawing into a closed position. "Don't be like this, Xavier, please... Y- you're scaring me..."

Another apprehensive silence followed after your words, and you felt yourself shiver.

But in the next second, Xavier sighed.

There was a shift in weight on the couch as he sat beside you, and then his hands reached over to rest on top of yours. His touch this time was warm. Gentle. A stark contrast to his earlier treatment.

"...I'm sorry, angel," he murmured. The use of his nickname for you made your heart skip a beat, and he rubbed soft circles over the back of your hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that, I just... Look at me? Please?"

In response, you loosened your hold over your knees, and grip his hand tightly in yours. After a moment, you raised your hed with a pout, your eyes glistening with tears that threatened to spill. But his gaze was soft again—so gentle and loving like you had always known it to be.

"...'M just worried, angel," he whispered, continuing the soft, comforting strokes over your hand. "I... You promised me last time that you wouldn't be reckless, and, angel... You've been so distant lately..."

You watched as his eyes softened into a look of sadness, and your lips quivered.

"I... want you to honor your promise, that's all. These days... In our missions, you've become less cautious, more reckless... More involved with work and more distant with me and with everyone, and I just—I worry about you, angel. I... I don't understand what's going on, and just now, I let my emotions get the better of me, and I... I shouldn't have. I'm sorry."

His apology came out chopped, a little uncertain around the edges, as if he couldn't find the right words to truly say to you. But his voice remained quiet and soothing, no longer as cold and icy as it had been moments ago.

"Talk to me?" he pleaded. "Please, angel?"

And you figured that you should.

This was Xavier, after all—your boyfriend, and the most loving person that you had ever known. You owed him an explanation.

...But your heart remained heavily set in your chest.

You were hesitant.

"I... I don't know how..." You managed to get out, swallowing thickly once more.

Xavier's eyes were so blue, so bright, so kind as he looked at you.

Your gaze dropped back down to your knees.

"...I don't know how to do anything anymore," you whispered. "Even if I tried to explain it to you, I wouldn't know what to say, it's just... It's so much easier to ignore, to pretend like these feelings don't exist."

"What feelings, angel?" You felt his hand squeeze yours in a manner of reassurance, but you shook your head.

"Bad ones," you mumbled, "negative ones. And if I don't keep myself busy, then I can't ignore them. I'll think too much. Then if I think too much, it... it might happen again..."

Your chest felt heavy as you spoke, even as Xavier comfortingly held your hand, even as you knew that he was listening to you with every intention to guide you through... whatever this was.

But you really didn't know how to continue anymore.

How could you say anything when you couldn't understand it yourself?

You felt so... pathetic.

"Angel?" Xavier murmured, lacing your fingers together. "What... might happen?"

For a while, you didn't speak; you didn't move.

And Xaver did not pressure you.

He stayed silent right along with you, rubbing into the palm of your hand, his gaze on you so full of love and concern that it almost made you cry.

So you closed your eyes and pulled your hand away from him. You told yourself that maybe it would be easier if they stayed closed, and you slowly unbuttoned your blouse, shrugging it off of your shoulders. You didn't want to see his reaction... But you knew what he could see, on your skin, now.

There were a few cuts on your shoulder from your fight with the Wanderer, smaller and less concerning than the one on your waist. But as you slid your sleeves down lower to your wrists and shrug it off completely... he'd be seeing more scars. Patterned, and much too neatly placed, to be a result of careless fighting.

"Angel..." you heard him breathe out, a mixture of shock, disbelief, and sorrow.

And only then did you open your eyes, meekly searching for his.

"...I— I haven't done it in weeks!" Damage control. "I'm clean, right now, but... If I don't— If I don't work, I don't— I don't know—"

Before you could break down in tears again, Xavier gently pulled you into his arms, sighing into your hair. "If you don't work, you won't have anything to distract yourself with?" he whispered softly.

You closed your eyes at his warmth, and you nod.

"But... Can I ask you why?"

It was this question that got you to tense up, enough for him to notice.

"I want to help, princess," he looked softly into your eyes as he pulled back slightly, reaching up to brush the hair out of your face. "But... I need to know how. Would you let me? Could you... Tell me? Is that okay?"

The mere fact that he wanted to help made you want to sob.

He was so... nice to you.

So kind, so patient—

You didn't deserve it.

You felt tears well up in your eyes once more, and you screwed your eyes shut, shaking your head. "'M sorry," you choked out, and Xavier immediately held you close.

"No, princess... I'm sorry. I should be the one apologizing. I should have known... I shouldn't have gotten upset at you..."

Tears slid down your face, and you buried your face into his chest. His words churned at your stomach with a heavy feeling you didn't know how to describe. "That's not true," you whimpered. "It's... It's me. I'm always a burden... Always having to make you worry, when you've been trying your best to take care of yourself but I can't even keep a simple promise—"

You began to sob into his sweater. "Why, Xavier? I feel... I feel so worthless. How could I deserve you? How could I deserve anything you give me? And how... How could I be so selfish to want more of it?" You grip him tightly, almost digging into the back of his sweater as everything begins to pour out. "It feels... It feels as if no matter what I do... Nothing ever makes me any worthier of your love. Of anyone's."

And Xavier listened.

He didn't interrupt you, didn't speak—

He listened.

He placed his hand over your back, rubbing softly into your exposed skin, letting you speak until his consistent motions helped you relax slightly in his hold. And after a few moments of your sniffling, he gently peeled you away, before bringing you in for a soft, quick kiss.

Your eyes, blurred with tears, looked up at him confused.

"Nothing can change the way I feel about you, angel," he murmured sweetly. "You do deserve everything, and even more than that. You've done nothing wrong, princess. Don't apologize to me. I worry about you because I want to worry about you... Because I choose to worry about you." He softly placed a hand on your cheek. "Do you remember what I told you? I meant it when I said that. You are special to me. And I want to do everything in my power to protect you, to keep you by my side... to make sure you're okay. I'm sorry that I was so cold to you earlier. I'll be a better source of comfort for you now, I... I'm here, angel. I won't leave."

You remained sniffling as he spoke, and your eyes slowly drifted back down to your lap.

But you found the courage to speak.

"The banquet..." you whispered. "I... I don't want to go."

"Then don't. We don't have to."

"But... But Tara, and Jenna—"

"They won't mind, we won't be the only ones not going, right?"

You looked up, uncertain still. "...And you?"

"Me?"

"You... you said you wanted to go..."

At this, Xavier's eyes softened, and a gentle smile played at his lips. "Well... We could tell them I wouldn't let you leave me... And it wouldn't totally be a lie."

When your gaze had yet to relax, he shook his head with a little laugh. "It's less about the place and the activities... and more about the person you do them with. Remember?" He tucked your hair behind your ear and whispered softly, reassuringly. "Whatever we do, wherever we go, I'll want to be there. Because you would be with me. So if you want to go to the banquet, then I'd want to go to the banquet. But if you want to spend the night here, then I would also want nothing more."

You sniffled again, tears streaming down your cheeks as you felt your chest burst with warmth.

You truly felt so... loved. So seen, so heard, so understood—he was right; you should have gone to him for comfort when all of this had started, instead of trying to distance yourself from everyone you loved.

Xavier reached over to wipe your tears away with the pad of his thumb.

"Shh, don't cry angel..."

And then he leaned down to kiss you, nice and slow, and so soft, and loving. His lips moved delicately; nothing like the passionate kisses you sometimes shared, and for a while the both of you stayed that way. Just soft, fond kisses as he helped your body relax into him, relax into the couch, removing all the tension you had built up in your shoulders.

When you pulled away, you let out a soft sigh. He shifted and pulled you back against his chest, stroking your hair and murmuring sweet words of how much he loved you; how much you meant to him.

And you had never felt so... at peace, before. All these past weeks dealing with the void in your mind that you couldn't chase away—but here, in his arms, it was all minimized. Calm. Your thoughts weren't as scalding as they usually were.

You felt... Safe.

"Better?" he mumbled.

"...Yeah."

You closed your eyes.

There was another quiet silence before you felt him trace the scars on your arm.

"Wish I could help you relax more, make you feel more loved..." he mumbled.

You shook your head. "Despite everything I said, I already feel loved, Xavi, don't feel pressured to—"

"I'm not pressured."

There was determination in his voice when he said this, and you let out a soft, barely-there chuckle.

"Yeah," you smiled, "okay."

And he continued to trace over your scars.

"Angel?"

"Hm?"

"Do you still have thoughts right now?"

"Mmmh... A little bit. Yeah."

You tilted your head up to look at him, searching his eyes. "But... They're not so loud. This is... Comforting."

"Comforting?"

"Yeah. Staying in your arms like this..." Your eyes softened. "You're pretty comforting, Xavier."

"...But, do you... want a distraction?"

His eyes didn't stray away from yours, but you felt his fingers trail from your arm to your stomach, light, feathery strokes upwards towards your clothed breasts.

His intentions clicked, and you felt yourself blush slightly.

"Xavier..." you mumbled.

He didn't do anything more than stroke your exposed skin, never going further than you had given permission for him to.

But he asked you again, more clearly this time.

"...I could touch you," he gave you a small, faint smile. "If you want? At least... You wouldn't be thinking of anything too much that way..."

His voice trailed off as he noted your lack of response, and then he reached over to squeeze your hand.

"We don't have to do anything, angel. It was just a suggestion."

"...No, I— It's okay." Immediately, you shook your head. "You... You could definitely do that." You felt yourself get breathless at the thought of it, and you leaned back against him.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

You weren't looking at him in that moment, but you could feel him smile as he placed a soft kiss into your hair.

"Okay. Then... I'll make you feel good, angel."

It was a promise, and one that you knew he could fulfil easily.

You felt him tilt your chin up next, your eyes meeting once more, and then he kissed you. Still soft, still slow; his lips moved languidly against yours as if to ease you into it. You felt butterflies in your stomach—this was a kiss that you knew very well from him, and one that you both knew you loved. It was a kiss that said more than just "i love you"; it was a kiss that said "i like being here with you", a kiss that said " let's stay like this forever".

It was a testament—that Xavier was yours, and you were his, and he would show you that he loved you more than you would ever realize.

Slowly, you pulled back from the kiss, the both of you panting. But you didn't look away, and neither did he—not even as his hands moved lower to undo the buttons or your jeans, not even as you lifted your hips for him to pull them down.

"Do you want them off?" he mumbled, still keeping his eyes on yours. "Want you to be comfortable."

"...Mhm. S'okay. I needed to change, anyway..."

When he'd helped you out of your jeans, his lips were back on yours once more—hands gently stroking your sides, tracing your wounds, and your scars, taking his time with you. Your eyes fluttered closed. Xavier's touches were so sweet, so comforting. They could lull you into sleep, and he was right; there was no more space for you to think of any other thoughts that weren't just... him.

When he reached over to unclasp your bra, he let it fall off to the side. And then he leaned his chin over the top of your head, almost as if to get a better look.

"Haven't seen these before," he commented, a little cheekily.

You rolled your eyes—if you weren't nestled so comfortably in his embrace, you'd have reached up to hit him in indignance. "...Don't act all innocent," you mumbled.

"Hm? Wasn't acting, angel." He cupped your breasts, humming slightly, still keeping his eyes on them. You felt him gently massage them in his hands, and you let out a sigh. "They're so soft. It's different from touching them through your shirt."

"Xavier..."

He chuckled, leaning back up to give you another kiss. "I know. This... is why you've always wanted to keep your shirt on, right? Your... scars."

You felt your stomach churn with guilt for a split second, before your body shuddered and melted into the way his hands worked at your chest.

"...D- didn't want you to know..." you breathed out. "'S not easy to say..."

"I know. But thank you for telling me, angel. You can tell me anything, alright? We'll work through this together."

Together. We.

He wasn't saying that it was... your problem. He was saying it was on the both of you—that you weren't alone, and that he would be with you every step away... And it was such a sweet thing for him to say. His words touched your heart, and you felt yourself letting out a shaky breath.

"...Okay," you whispered. "Okay."

He leaned back down to suckle over your collarbone, then, nibbling gently over your skin. It was enough to draw out a soft moan from you.

"Ah... That feels nice..."

In response, his fingers brushed over your nipples. The sudden direct stimulation made you gasp—

And you understood what he meant.

It was different, like this. Now, without any fabric as a barrier, the pads of his fingers rubbed oh-so-perfectly over your little nubs, and it felt... good.

Better than you were used to.

Xavier hummed as he rest his head back on your shoulder, watching the way your breasts molded into his palm, your nipples pert and hard as he began to twist and pinch them in his hands.

"They're pretty up close," he stated again, a little matter-of-factly. "We should do this more often..."

Another pull at your nipples, and you moaned.

"Mmh, shit—yes—"

You wanted to retort, but instead, you found yourself arching your back further into his hands. Your eyes clouded over slightly.

"Yeah? Feels nice?" he murmured.

"Mhm... Feels real nice, Xav..."

He nuzzled into your neck, a soft, loving action despite what he was doing to your body.

"D'you think you could cum like this? Or do you need more?"

His motions remained steady as he spoke, his eyes flitting over your figure. And you, on the other hand, felt your breath come out in a long exhale.

You closed your eyes.

"...More."

And he smiled.

You could feel it, the way the corners of his lips turned up against your skin where he placed light kisses on the base of your neck. And then he kept one hand on your breast, his other hand began to trail slowly down your stomach.

Your body jolted slightly at the change, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps before they settled over your thigh. His hand stayed stationed there, squeezing it gently... Never quite moving upwards, not just yet. He was still quite far from where you wanted him like this, and you huffed with displeasure.

"Can I tease?" he asked, and you could feel his smile widen.

You groaned.

"No! M'already wet."

"But I want to take my time with you, princess. You're so... beautiful."

The way he moaned in your ear, kneading your thighs, made you shiver with excitement. He'd been asking you if he could tease... Yet here he was, already doing it anyway.

You grit your teeth. "I need you, Xavi."

"But... Please? It'll prolong the pleasure, you know?"

"...Why are you begging me?"

You scoffed this time, and he chuckled, his breath hitting the shell of your ear.

"I just like the way your body responds to me. You know that."

Once again, you felt that you could have smacked him on the head if you had any remaining ounce of control over your body, but you only bucked your hips forward in a failed attempt to chase his fingers. The way he laughed at you made you glare at him indignantly—It was almost like a little apology on his part when he leaned in for a quick, quick kiss, his hand sliding just a little bit further up your thigh.

"I love you, okay, angel?" he sighed. "Just... wanted to let you know that, again."

You huffed slightly.

"I know, Xavier. And I love you. But as much as I want to say thank you, I just really, really need your fingers inside me. ...Please?"

Impatience was not a look you favored on yourself, but Xavier didn't mind it—he never minded if you preferred to be quiet, or vocal, or demanding, or receptive... Xavier, despite the way he would tease, had always been driven by the need to please you.

So he finally complied with your request.

You felt him gently bring your knees up closer to your chest, feet close together before he pushed your knees apart, and then he let out a low groan. With you spread out effectively for him, he reached over to gather your slick onto his finger.

"So beautiful for me, angel," he nibbled on your ear, making you shiver. "And so, so wet."

In response, you moaned, allowing your head to lull slightly to the side as he spread your juices all over your cunt in gentle strokes. "I told you," you spoke in a hushed tone.

"Hmm... and what's on your mind now, angel?" His breath was still so close to your ear as he spoke, his tone low, and raspy—sultry, like it always was when you did things like this.

"You."

You didn't hesitate to answer, your mouth falling open in a silent gasp when his middle finger slid inside with a wet squelch.

"Mhm? And?"

"...Y- your fingers..."

He slowly dragged his finger out before thrusting back in, his breath hot and heavy. You could feel him smile.

"Anything else, angel?"

He could have almost been cooing at this point, and it was driving you insane. You groaned in frustration, lifting your hips slightly as if to get from him the stimulation you needed.

"Nothing," you moaned as you felt his thumb reach up to brush against your clit. Slow, thrusting motions, and occassional rubs—it was driving you insane. "N-nothing else, Xav, just— just how good you're making me feel—"

He let out a satisfied chuckle then, drawing his finger out and having then drip with your arousal:

"Good."

Your eyes flew wide open as he thrust back into you, moving his finger relentlessly inside as if to explore your walls. It was barely seconds before his index finger pushed right inside your tight hole as well, filling you up in a way that you couldn't do to yourself. His fingers were so long, so much better than your own, and no matter how many times he fingered you, you could never, ever tire of it.

He picked up the pace as your hips met his thrusts.

"F- fuck!" you cursed, panting as he did just that with his fingers, his thumb still circling over your clit, his other hand still avidly toying with your breast and your nipple.

The combined stimulation clouded your brain; he felt so damn good. If, when he'd just started, he had already chased away any foreign thoughts—now, your mind had nearly frozen white. Your mouth hung open as a testament to your pleasure, and he panted into your ear all the same, almost as if he were just as affected.

His fingers continued to pump into you, stretching you wide, curling against your sensitive spot, rubbing you in all the right places. Your legs began to shake, and he lightly licked at the shell of your ear.

"Close?" he murmured, having already memorized the telltale signs of the onset of your orgasm.

You could only nod, choking back a moan.

And then his lips were back on yours.

A little more frantic in his kisses this time, as he fucked you harder with his fingers, pinching and pulling and rolling your nipples—

"M-mmf—!"

You let out a muffled moan, swallowed into the kiss as you came. Your back arched, your body shuddering; a wave of pleasure came crashing into you with such force that it had you feeling shocked.

When he pulled back, the both of you were panting, your eyes clouded and hazy, his fingers wet and sticky when he slid them out of your cunt.

"...Better, princess?" he whispered, and there was another cheeky, cheeky grin on his face.

You smiled back at him, and he leaned over to kiss the tip of your nose.

"Much."

With a soft chuckle, he continued to place light, feathery all over your face, easing you out of your high, until your breathing became calmer.

"I could take you to your room," he mumbled, feeling you close your legs and cuddle into him. "Are you cold?"

"Cold? After you've just made me cum?" You scoffed, somewhat, but willingly clung to his arms. "I'm okay. But... The bed would be nice..."

Another kiss into your hair, another soft smile. "Okay."

He had you carried in his arms the next moment, soft footsteps padding the floor to your bedroom and gently laying you over your mattress. He took a few moments to wipe you down, before he drew your blanket up over your body, and slipped in to lay right beside you. He shifted your head to rest on his shoulder.

"Tired?" he hummed.

A pause, and then,

"...Yeah, kind of." You closed your eyes as you relaxed into his warmth. "But, you haven't done anything... You could put it inside me—or I could suck you off, or—"

He immediately cut you off as he gave you a small frown, and then before you could react, he kissed you almost harshly—as if to shut you up.

"Mmf— Xavier!" you gasped when you pulled away, your frown mirroring his own. "What was that for?"

"You said you were tired."

"...Huh?"

"Why would you expect me to do any more if you said you were tired?"

You searched his expression to realize that his frown was rooted instead in confusion, rather than disdain or disapproval.

"...But... Isn't it unfair...? If you just let me sleep like this..."

"...Do you want to, angel?" A small pout formed on his lips. "I'm alright like this. It's unfair if I force you when you don't want to. You should rest, if you're tired. This doesn't have to be... transactional, you know? We can do more when you want to."

The use of the word 'transactional'made you flush slightly with embarrassment, as you realized that was likely how you'd made it seem—you shook your head immediately. But his words, at the same time, gave you the space to lay back against his chest, wrapping your arms around him as the sound of his heartbeat seemed to lull you peacefully.

"...Sorry," you whispered. "I didn't mean it that way. I know our sex isn't like that..."

You sighed. "I'll... I'll sleep for a bit, then? But... thanks, Xavi."

You felt him place another kiss into your hair, a fond, loving gesture, as he shifted to hug your body tightly against his.

"I'll be right here when you wake up."

It was a promise; a genuine one.

Xavier wasn't going to leave you alone, no matter how many times your mind would bug you to think that way.

And you trusted him, and you loved him... and he had shown the same back to you—now, and always.

A tiny little smile made its way to your face as your eyelids fluttered close.

"I love you, Xavier," you whispered. "Thank you."

⁺₊ / an: inspired by xavier's 4★ card pair, "shining light" and "shining traces" !! i think we underestimate how cold and intimidating xavier can really get because if he was angry at me i too would wish the ground would swallow me whole 😭

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[suashii]

୨♡୧ ALL EYES ON YOU— little things you do that they find attractive ♡

featuring. itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, michael kaiser, mikage reo.

warnings. f!reader, established relationships, suggestive bordering nsfw (minors do not interact), rin’s clothes are implied to be larger than reader’s, marking in shidou’s, kaiser is annoying and a bit of a masochist.

ITOSHI RIN + WHEN YOU WEAR HIS JERSEY

there’s a short moment of possessiveness that crosses rin’s mind every time he sees you wearing something of his—a shirt that hangs down by your thighs or a pair of his pajama pants that you have to roll up so they can somewhat fit your waist. but it’s different when you sport his jersey, the one with his name and number printed on the back. you’re practically walking around as if you belong to him, so can you blame him for thinking so? when he comes home from a long and grueling day of practice to his jersey draped over your figure, all the fatigue he once felt fades from his muscles. the duffel bag situated on his shoulder is carelessly dropped to the floor as his feet carry him to you. you barely have time to welcome him home and ask about his day before his hands are on your hips, hoisting you up onto the kitchen counter, soft lips crashing against yours. you’re breathless when he finally pulls away but as you watch him kneel down before you, tongue darting out to wet his lips, you know he’s far from done.

SHIDOU RYUSEI + SEEING YOU IN REVEALING CLOTHES

shidou will never deny his lingering stares during those moments when you dress in clothes that showcase some skin; like when the neckline of your shirt is low enough to expose the curve of your collarbone or when the garment is cropped and leaves your belly on display. and he really can’t resist when your pants ride down so low that he can see beneath your navel; just almost getting a peek of what your pants intend to cover sparks a burning hot flame in ryusei. it’s no surprise when he catches your wrist and pulls you close to him, his lips wasting no time latching onto and sucking dark bruises into your skin and letting his tongue soothingly glide over the spots where his teeth happened to sink down and leave imprints behind. the purpling blemishes end up almost everywhere you left exposed—the top of your chest, your hips. the next day, he watches as you browse through your closet, curious to see if you’ll end up displaying the love bites or if you’ll opt for attempting to hide each of the meticulously placed hickeys.

MICHAEL KAISER + SEEING YOU RILED UP

he finds it entertaining to see you with a temper, complaining about the rude barista who tried to refuse to fix your order that they messed up or your boss who keeps delegating tasks to you that are far above your pay grade. really, he finds it the hottest when he’s the reason you’re annoyed or irritated. he never takes it too far, sticks to little things like moving the items you keep on your dresser or purposefully giving you trouble by standing in your way. something about watching your petulant pouts turn into a glare that practically shoots daggers at him brings a twisted smile to his face, makes his pants feel a little tighter than they usually do in the groin. he pushes at your buttons until your exasperation that was once level at the brim spills over the top. his antics lead to you pushing him down on the bed or the couch, straddling him with fistfuls of his shirt in each of your hands as threats of putting him in his place effortlessly pass your lips. he’s sure you know it by this point, but the show of dominance only turns him on more.

MIKAGE REO + WATCHING YOU STRETCH

reo loves when you work out with him; the company is nice and he enjoys your presence over anyone else’s, but there’s another reason he’ll never tire of your joint sessions at the gym—and that’s because he loves watching you stretch. it’s like a little show you put on just for him. why else would you situate your mat right in front of his? you face away from him when you bend down to touch your toes, giving him a perfect view of the way your leggings hug your ass. you turn around when you lower to the floor, legs spread and arms reaching forward, granting him a pretty picture of your breasts over the top of your sports bra. the soft grunts that border moans pushing past your lips are too exaggerated to be genuine and the sensual look in your eyes is all he needs to see to know that each and every one of your movements is planned, intentional—you’re purposely trying to get him worked up. he’s far from ashamed to admit that your scheming was effective, but he hopes you’re ready for another, different kind of workout when the two of you get back home—one he’s sure to make much more strenuous than the last.

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[suashii]

୨♡୧ YOU TURN ME ON LIKE A LIGHT SWITCH — things you do that unintentionally turn them on.

featuring. itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, michael kaiser.

warnings. f!reader, established relationships, fingering, breast play, oral (m!receiving), a little bit of subby kaiser. all characters written 18+.

₊˚ପ⊹ ITOSHI RIN

waking up without you in bed is a rare occurrence for rin. it's normal for him to rise before you and your absence would have worried him if it weren't for the noise coming from the kitchen. he tosses the comforter aside, swinging his legs over the mattress before pulling a pair of sweats out from his dresser. after the elastic is tied neatly, he starts toward the kitchen where he's sure he'll find you.

sure enough, the refrigerator is open and most of your figure is hidden behind the door. the sound of his approaching footsteps makes your head turn. you greet him with a smile. "good morning, rin."

"morning," he returns.

"want some coffee?" you ask, closing the door of the fridge with your hip. the action warrants rin a good view of you. to his surprise, you're wearing his dress shirt from last night. only a few buttons in are clasped in the middle, leaving your collarbone and the top of your chest on display. the shirt just barely covers your ass and he can see a peek of your pink, lacey panties beneath the garment.

"earth to rin. coffee?" you ask with a laugh, sparing him a glance from your place in front of the counter. you can tell his mind is elsewhere when he still fails to respond and, instead, walks over to stand behind you. your task becomes much more difficult when his arms wrap around you, lithe fingers dropping to toy with the hem of your panties.

the cool feel of his fingers creeping between your legs makes you shiver and causes you to think of the night before when they were buried in your cunt and rubbing sweet circles against your clit. you don't remember how many times he had you come undone on just his fingers before he pulled out his cock. you abruptly clear your throat in a weak attempt to concentrate on the topic at hand. "still waiting for an answer, rin."

he hums against your neck, pressing himself closer to you, effectively trapping you between the counter and his body. it's impossible to ignore the feel of his erection against your ass and any intention you have to focus on breakfast is out the window. "coffee can wait, i want you now."

₊˚ପ⊹ SHIDOU RYUSEI

steam seeps from the bathroom as you open the door, soft hums filling the silence of your shared bedroom while you grab the bottle of lotion from your vanity. a dip at the end of the mattress draws shidou's magenta eyes up from his phone, to your mostly naked figure. other than the short, fluff towel wrapped around your torso, the expanse of your skin is on display.

that much catches his attention but the water dripping down from wet hair is what keeps it. small drops of moisture roll down your neck and over the top of your breasts before soaking into the fabric of the towel. it makes shidou imagine what lies beneath the cloth, makes him wonder if your nipples are hard and what they'd feel like between his fingers. the thoughts make the blood rush down to his dick, a smirk curling the corners of his lips upward.

you're smoothing lotion on your legs when he meets you at the edge of the bed. there's a look in his eyes that screams no good but you try to pay him no mind, rubbing the moisturizer into your skin. though, it's difficult to ignore him when his arms wrap around your waist and his lips latch onto your neck.

you lightheartedly attempt to swat him away but your efforts go unnoticed as your boyfriend continues to leave a trail of kisses up your pulse. a large hand comes up from your midsection to paw at your tits.

"ryusei." his name is meant to come out firmly but your voice is a lot more breathy than it was supposed to be. you clear your throat before continuing. "cut it out, i just showered."

"i'll make it quick," shidou breathes against your skin. it makes the hairs on the back of your neck raise and chips away at your resolve. you can feel his smile against you as he speaks his next words. "and i'll even pull out."

₊˚ପ⊹ NAGI SEISHIRO

it never takes long for nagi to get ready and he's usually able to waste time on his phone while you finish putting yourself together. though, today, his phone sits on the bedside table hooked up to the charger and a cloud boredom lingers over the snowy-haired man's head. with a sigh he turns from his spot on the bed so that he's facing where you're sat at your vanity. quietly watching you should make the time go by faster.

he isn't particularly knowledgeable about makeup, but he silently follows each of your movements, watches you pat what he thinks is blush onto your cheeks and paint your eyelashes with mascara. he doesn't think much of it, that is, until you get to your lips.

his own part as you glide the applicator along the plump of yours, leaving a shiny gloss in its wake. it reminds him of the way your lips look when they're smeared with his precum only moments before you take his aching cock in your mouth.

the thought alone makes his pants feel tighter. it makes him wish the two of you were doing something else right now—that your lips were sticky with something that wasn't lipgloss. he wants to feel the warmth of your mouth around him, feel your tongue trace over each raised vein.

you catch sight of nagi's blank stare in the reflection of your mirror. returning the brush back to its tube, you rub your lips together before asking, "penny for your thoughts?"

"what?" he blinks?

"you're staring, sei," you tell him, meeting his eye in the mirror. "does my makeup look bad? is it too much?"

"no," he clears his throat, "it's pretty."

you hum and nod, eyes falling yo where his hand not-so-discreetly adjusts his pants. the bulge pressing against the cotton is hard to miss. you grin, spinning around on your stool to face him. "want me to handle that before we leave?"

₊˚ପ⊹ MICHAEL KAISER

kaiser isn't so easily distracted, especially not when he's on the field—even if it is merely for practice. though, staying focused has become more difficult since you joined the team as an athletic trainer. your presence on the field has exposed a new side of you, one that michael hasn't had the pleasure of seeing before but can certainly get used to.

he's supposed to be running drills now but his eyes keep drifting back to your figure on the sidelines. he can't hear your conversation well, not unless he happens to be passing by, but from the bits he can gather, you're not happy. gone is the honeyed voice he's grown used to. it's replaced by one that's much more firm and demanding, one that would tell anyone you mean business.

you yelling isn't all that catches his attention—your stance does, too. your arms are crossed against your chest, feet firmly planted in the grass. even though you're looking up at the man, you carry yourself as though it's the other way around. no wonder his teammate on the receiving end of your lecturing looks so uneasy.

the thought of being in his poor teammates shoes make the blood rush to kaiser's cock. he can't put his finger on why, but just imagining being at your mercy is enough to divert his attention from what he's meant to be doing.

the moment you send the man away, kaiser is rushing over to you, hopeful that some of your frustration from the interaction is lingering. he knows how adamant you are about keeping your personal and work life separate, so, in an attempt to be sure that you're still a little annoyed, he approaches you from behind, wrapping you in a loose hug. "damn, you're sexy when you're angry."

"not the time or place, kaiser," you grumble.

something about you giving him the cold shoulder turns him on even more. there's no way he's going to be able to make it through practice in this state, not when the only thing he can think about is being beneath you.

"come on, no one will mind if we step away for a bit." a grin pulls at his lips with his next words. "maybe i can help you blow off some steam."

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[suashii]

୨♡୧ GOT ME LOOKING FOR ATTENTION! — how they react to you being needy.

featuring. itoshi rin, shidou ryusei, nagi seishiro, barou shoei.

warnings. f!reader, f!masturbation, dacryphilia, marking, pet names (pretty lady, good girl). all characters written 18+.

note! it's my first time writing barou so please be kind! enjoy (≧∀≦)

₊˚ପ⊹ ITOSHI RIN

it's a day before rin was expected to return home and instead of telling you about his early arrival, he figured he'd try to surprise you. though, when he opens the door to the apartment, you aren't at your usual spot on the couch. he worries that you might not be home, until he hears it—a pitchy whine coming from down the hall. he follows the sound that leads him to the bedroom where the door is slightly ajar, enough for the moans to spill from the gap.

rin pushes the door open with his foot, revealing your figure on the bed. it's a lewd sight; on your knees with your legs spread, fingers stuffed in your dripping cunt in a chase for that sweet spot you can't quite reach. still, you pump them with fervor in search of blissful relief. it takes a moment for you to notice the man's presence and turn to him with teary eyes.

a gasp catches in your throat at the late recognition. your call of his name comes out wobbly. "rin?"

a tear falls past your lashes as you blink, rolls down your cheek and drips from your jawline. rin thinks it must be a little fucked up that seeing you in such a state turns him on. it makes his pants feel tighter, lights glowing embers beneath his skin. he figures that, maybe, he should inquire about the watery look in your eyes.

"why are you crying?"

"it's not the same," you reveal, turning your gaze down. you chew at the inside of you cheek, contemplating on if you should elaborate. though, when you drag your eyes back up, it's like his teal stare compels you to continue. "y'know... as when you do it."

rin didn't think his ego could get any bigger but you have a knack for feeding it. the confession goes straight to his dick and as much as he'd love to sit and savor your helplessness for just a little longer, there's a way address both your needs while still having a bit of fun with you.

"i'm here now," rin tells you, closing the distance between you. he wipes another stray tear from your cheek. "so, why don't you ask for my help?"

₊˚ପ⊹ SHIDOU RYUSEI

your breath tickles shidou's collarbone as you let out yet another discontent sigh that borders a whimper. with a drink in one hand and the other settled on your waist, shidou glances down at you. it's a rare sight to see you so clingy; usually he's the one sticking to you like glue. but now, there's a sparkle of want in your eyes as you toy with the buttons of his shirt, fingers threatening to unfasten them.

"a little touchy there, huh?" shidou says with a grin. he wouldn't mind putting a little bit of his naked chest on display but it's unlike you be so forward at events like these—ones where anyone can see. "thought you preferred when we maintained decorum at these types of things."

"you know i don't want to be here," you respond, a soft pout punctuating your words.

oh, does he know. you'd been even more touchy while the two of you were getting ready earlier. the length of your nails grazed the curves of his abdomen as you straddled him, your clothed cunt hovering just above the growing tent in his boxers. leaving a wet kiss on the pulse of his neck, you rolled your hips, grinding down on his bulge. releasing the lip you had pulled between your teeth, a tempting offer fell from your lips. "can't we just forget about this one? i think we'd have more fun here anyway."

if weren't for his manager warning him that another absence would be the woman's last straw, shidou would have given in and stayed home to please your every desire—lapped and slurped at you until you came on his tongue and fucked you until you did the same around his cock.

though, in an effort to stop himself from burning any more bridges in the industry, he chose to attend with a needy girlfriend and a painfully hard cock.

lifting his glass, fuchsia eyes flit to the watch wrapped around his wrist.

"twenty more minutes, pretty lady." shidou dips his head down so his lips are ghosting yours. the airiness of his voice sends shivers down your spine, causes goosebumps to raise on your arms. "and i'll be happy to take care of you."

₊˚ପ⊹ NAGI SEISHIRO

nagi isn't usually distracted so easily when he's playing games. he pays his phone little mind, so much so that people begin to worry when he doesn't text back after a couple of hours. sometimes he's focused to the extent that he forgets to eat until he can hear his stomach growling.

the one exception and his favorite distraction is you.

he doesn't mind when you shimmy your way between him and his controller, latching onto him like a clingy koala bear. he'll rest his chin on the top your head and let you be. that much was meant to be the plan today when you took your place on his lap but you seemed to have something else in mind if the kisses you left trailing up his neck were any evidence.

they were easy enough to ignore at first but the soft feel of your lips against his skin eventually turned into wet, open-mouthed kisses—the kind where you suck and nip at him. each bruising kiss you leave behind chips away at nagi's focus. though, much to your dismay, his caramel eyes stay glued to the screen ahead of him.

you were almost sure he would have given in by now, picked up on the heavy hints you were so clearly dropping. you suppose his cluelessness is one of his many charms and you certainly don't mind having to speak up if it get you what you want.

"sei," you draw out the syllable, curling your fingers around the wisps of snowy hair at the nape of his neck, "wouldn't you rather play with me?"

the purr of your voice and the implication behind your words makes him still for a moment, long enough for little health his character had to dwindle, prompting the game over screen. he doesn't seem to see his failure and if he does he's made it apparent that he doesn't care.

finally, you're the focus of his gaze. nagi abandons the controller in favor resting his hands on your hips. his hold on you is firm and when you meet his eye, you can feel your heart jump in your chest. it isn't so often that you witness this side of him—the one where he greed is palpable. that and his next words light a flame within you.

"what did you have in mind?"

₊˚ପ⊹ BAROU SHOEI

there's something endearing, captivating, about watching barou practice. his moves are fluid yet forceful and they can't help but remind you of another activity that you'd describe the same way. it's even more difficult to not make the connection as you watch his chest heave and beads of sweat drip down from his hairline.

the image makes your mind wander to thoughts of you beneath him, mouth open wide and nails running down his back as he pounds into you, hitting that sensitive spot he's sure will make you come undone. you rub your thighs together at the thought in a feeble attempt to alleviate the pressure between your legs. it does little to help and you imagine there's only one thing that can.

"hey."

you blink at the call of your name, eyes focusing on barou at the barrier between the field and the stands. he beckons you over with two fingers, he other hand wiping away the perspiration that dampens his face. picking up the water bottle you had refilled for him, you scurry over to meet him.

your gaze follows the bottle as barou brings it to his mouth. you watch his adam's apple bob up and down with each swallow before your eyes drag up to see his lips wrapped around the spout. the scene before you transforms again, this time to one where it's your nipple between his lips. you squeeze your thighs together, crossing one arm over your chest. when you speak, your voice comes out a little squeakier than usual. "almost done?"

barou shakes his head. "still got half an hour."

"half an hour?" you repeat, eyes widening and lips curling down into a frown.

barou isn't stupid. just like you've been watching him, he's had his eyes on you. he's seen how you've been looking at him with that far away gaze of yours and he knows exactly where your mind had gone in those moments. after all, you're doing a pretty poor job of hiding it.

"be a good girl and wait," he tells you, tipping your chin up so you're looking him in the eye. his crimson stare is hard but there's something else behind it—hunger. "then i'll give you what you want."

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[suashii]

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝐵𝒜𝐵𝒴 𝐼𝒯'𝒮 𝒞𝒪𝐿𝒟 𝒪𝒰𝒯𝒮𝐼𝒟𝐸

info ⭑ nagi seishiro x reader ﾉ 0.9k wc ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff 

note ⭑ something short and sweet for the boy! it's been a while since i've written so forgive me if i'm rusty :3 

“jeez, sei, walk any closer and people might start thinking you’re my shadow,” you mumble into your scarf, tipping your chin up so your next words will be more audible. you’re walking home with nagi now but instead of the man taking steps beside you, he’s closely tracing your footsteps, arms wrapped around you and his hands stuffed in your pockets with yours. 

he’s stuck to you like super glue—like you’re his personal space heater.

“can’t help it,” he speaks up from behind you. if he’s able to get any closer, he does with his words. “it’s starting to get cold.”

besides being a notorious homebody, your boyfriend hates the cold. he hates how it makes his fingertips numb and his skin flush bright red and he especially hates how it makes his nose runny. even now, when the temperatures have yet to hit their coldest, he has a coat zipped up over his hoodie and a crochet bunny beanie sitting atop his head. snowy tufts of hair stick out from the hat but he’s sure to have the tops of his ears tucked away.

“poor baby,” you coo, fumbling for his hand in your pocket. you give it a squeeze before bringing up a suggestion that might help chase the chill away. “want some hot chocolate when we get home?”

you can practically feel him perk up behind you at the offer. nagi may hate the cold, but he loves getting warmed up—especially if it’s with you. he settles his chin on the top of your head and hums a confirmation, the vibration giving you all the answer you need.

he can’t see it, but you smile as you give his hand another loving squeeze. “anything for you, my snow prince.”

nagi groans at the unwanted nickname but it does little–nothing, really–to deter him from hanging off of you the rest of the way home.

it’s not long before the two of you are back at your apartment, settling into the warmth of the unit. while nagi readies the living room for your cozy night in, you stand at the counter with two mugs in front of you and a pot of milk heating up on the stove. the lyrics of the song that’s been stuck in your head these days drift through the air as you make your way about the kitchen to grab whipped cream from the fridge and marshmallows from the pantry.

when you’re back at your workstation and preparing to assemble your warm drinks, you call out for nagi. he’s particularly picky when it comes to the ratio of toppings and you’ve learned it’s best to simply have him supervise. you expect to hear his heavy footsteps alerting you of his arrival but are instead met with his icy hands snaking up beneath your hoodie.

you flinch and then squeal at the sensation, turning around in his hold to scold him. “sei! your hands are freezing!”

any attempt to push him away is futile. despite his lazy exterior characterized by oversized clothes and his floppy-eared hat, nagi is stronger than he looks. his grasp isn’t painful but it’s firm, like he has no intention of letting you go.

he pulls you closer and buries his head into your neck. his voice is muffled when he says, “i know,” he draws out the vowel, “but you aren’t. just help me get warm.”

“i’m trying to do that but it’s a bit hard when your ice packs for hands are up my shirt.” you turn your head to leave a kiss behind his ear as an incentive for him to let you get back to your task. it works, nagi loosening his hold on you in favor of standing at your side. there’s a pout on his lips but he silently watches and waits for you to continue making the drinks.

without the cute distraction, you’re able to pour the milk into each of the mugs and combine the liquid and powder to make the rich, chocolatey base. you add a pretty swirl of whipped cream to your cup before turning to nagi and spraying some of the sweet foam into his mouth. his cheeks puff out and you giggle at the sight before returning your attention to the mugs and beginning to add the whipped topping to nagi’s. through a mouthful, he tells you when to stop.

fluffy marshmallows come next. you sprinkle the minis on between each cup, glancing at nagi to see when you’ve reached his desired amount. he licks the lingering cream off of his lips while he nods in a silent gesture for you to continue. you’re sure you’re going to run out of space to pile them on when he finally says you’ve added enough. like usually, you dig into the bag for a few more of the bouncy treats to feed to your boyfriend.

he happily chews away while you return the ingredients to their place in the kitchen. you join him at the counter as he’s swallowing and like a magnet, he pulls you into him. you don’t fight it this time, choosing to melt into his hold instead.

nagi dips his head down, whispering a quiet, “thank you,” against your lips before capturing them in a kiss. he tastes like dessert, his mouth sweet from the whipped cream and marshmallows, lips soft from the chapstick he’s consistent about putting on in the colder months. and, unlike the rest of him, they’re warm.

you pull away with a smile, jerking your head in the direction of the mugs. “shall we go get warm under the blanket?”

he nods. “sounds good.”

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[suashii]

୨♡୧ SMILE FOR THE CAMERA — be a doll and give them something to remember you by while they're away.

featuring. itoshi rin, oliver aiku, shidou ryusei.

warnings. f!reader, nudes, consensual filming and photo taking, cunnilingus, blowjob, hair pulling, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart) one little bite, some overstimulation. all characters written 18+.

₊˚ପ⊹ ITOSHI RIN

rin is settling in his seat on the plane when his phone buzzes in his pocket. it’s likely a text from you, one asking for the man to call you when he has safely landed at his destination. he pulls the device out and unlocks it with that in mind but stills upon the messages app. it is a text but the contents of it are far less innocent than rin imagined.

there’s a photo of you, dressed in nothing but his favorite set of lingerie. you’re sat in front of the mirror with your legs spread apart and panties pulled to the side, giving him a pretty view of your pussy. it’s glistening with your slick and the sight alone is almost enough to make rin’s mouth water as he’s more than eager for a taste.

the previous night when his head had been tucked between your thighs, lips sucking at your clit and tongue lapping away at your cunt, suddenly feels like forever ago. he isn’t sure how long he’ll last without being able to savor the taste of you, how long he’ll be able to manage not feeling your thighs trembling against the sides of his face and the quiver of your pussy beneath his tongue. 

rin’s grip on his phone is much tighter than it had been when he first pulled it out as he stares down at your picture. there’s a thin line between him wishing you had worn the lacey lingerie before he left this morning and being grateful that you hadn’t so he wouldn’t miss his flight. though, how can he be upset with you when you took the liberty of getting all prettied up for him?

he’s about to thank you for the photo and comment on how useful it’ll be during your time apart when his eyes flit down to the message that accompanies your racy photo.

for while you’re away ♡

₊˚ପ⊹  OLIVER AIKU

“fuck, that’s it, pretty girl,” oliver coos, a low grunt following shortly after. his grasp on your hair tightens as your nose brushes his pelvis. spit dribbles down your chin and gathers at the base of his cock that’s thickening in your mouth. you moan around his length at the feel of his head prodding at the tight give of your throat. 

the vibration is all it takes to draw out oliver’s orgasm. he groans, tugging your hair to pull you off his cock before the rush of his cum shoots down your throat. warm, white ropes of his essence pool on your tongue. “don’t swallow,” he chokes out, waiting for the final wave of his climax to pass.

obediently, you keep your tongue stuck out, letting the abundance of his cum collect on your tongue. the phone in his hand that’s not holding your hair lifts as he breathes heavily, a grin pulling at the man’s lips. a flash briefly brightens the room as oliver takes a picture of you between his legs, on your knees with his seed in your mouth.

“go ahead and swallow, sweetheart,” he tells you, his thumb swiping the screen. you do as he says, happily swallowing and giving him a lazy smile aftward. he lets go of your hair to take his cock in his hand. the flash of his camera returns but for longer as he traces his tip along the curve of your lips, leaving what looks like a shiny gloss on the delicate skin.

“are you gonna miss me while i’m gone?” oliver asks, still filming.

you hum and nod. “more than anything.”

“good girl,” he quietly praises, tapping the red button to end his recording. he tosses his phone to the side before cradling your cheeks with both of his hands. “what do you say to one more round before i leave, hm?”

₊˚ପ⊹ SHIDOU RYUSEI

your cheeks burn even hotter than the rest of your warm skin as ryusei holds your chin in place so that you’re looking at the mirror settled in front of you—the one that reflects your joined bodies, shows you the lewd image of you bouncing on his cock. with his phone raised and recording the act as well, it feels as though hundreds of eyes are watching you. a tinge of embarrassment courses through you but, more than anything else, your skin prickles with arousal.

shidou’s lips ghost over the pulse of your neck, his breath raising the fine hairs on your nape. he smiles against your skin before leaving a trail of wet kisses up to your jaw. he nips at the skin there; not hard enough to be painful but just firm enough for another wave of arousal to wash over you.

the man breathes out a laugh at the moan that pushes past your lips. his hand abandons its hold on your chin, trusting that you’ll keep your eyes forward in favor of letting his fingers dance down your body until they reach your clit. his thumb rubs circles against the sensitive nub, drawing a choked gasp from you as you continue to bounce on his cock.

“listen to you,” he drawls, a grin still pulling at his lips as he meets your eye in the mirror. you aren’t sure if he means the lewd sound of your wetness, skin slapping skin, or the variety of noises he keeps pulling from you—maybe he’s referring to all of them. “you like this, don’t you?”

you’re too overwhelmed to string together a coherent reply, so you settle for a frantic nod.

“yeah?” he asks, sickeningly sweet. his lips hover over the shell of your ear, magenta eyes never leaving yours. “come for me then.”

like his words are an enchantment, you come undone around him, walls fluttering around his cock as your orgasm floods over you. you whine at the way his hips don’t let up on their thrusts. as if he can sense the question sparkling in your eyes, shidou jerks his head in the direction of his phone. “we’ve gotta get mine, too.”

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[suashii]

୨♡୧ TALES OF THE HEART — bllk boys as cliché romance scenes.

featuring. itoshi rin, chigiri hyoma, nagi seishiro, mikage reo.

warnings. fluff. alcohol consumption in reo's.

ITOSHI RIN + GIVING UP HIS SEAT ON THE BUS FOR YOU

rin recognizes your face when you step through the open doors of the bus. you always get on here and you’re usually able to snag a seat of your own. although, the hunk of metal is a little more crowded than normal today which forces you to stand for the duration of your ride.

you recognize rin, too, and you think that’s why your feet carry you back to where he sits, hand reaching up to the support above his head. he only spares you a quick glance before looking back to his phone but he can feel your proximity. every time the bus stops to let on more passengers, the already limited space between the two of you lessens. your hip is practically pressed against rin’s shoulder when the vehicle makes an abrupt turn, sending the bottom half of your body into him.

“sorry!” you nearly shout as you stumble to steady yourself. you bow your head in apology once you’re back on your feet. when you raise it again to meet rin’s eye, you’re met with the fabric of his hoodie wrapped around his torso. you tip your head up to find blue-green eyes staring down at you. he jerks his head to the now empty seat, his hand gently beginning to guide you to his abandoned spot. “sit.”

you want to insist that he can keep his seat, but you’re sure he’d stand firm in his offer and the last thing you want to do is cause trouble for everyone else by arguing about something so trivial. so, you shimmy past him and lower yourself into the seat. you smile at him before mouthing thank you and he nods once before turning his gaze forward.

when the bus arrives at your destination, you push past the sea of people as politely as possible to keep up with rin’s long strides. he can sense you following, hear your shoes scraping against the concrete as you trail behind him. “thanks for that,” you tell him again as you fall into step beside him. rin hums in response. his silence urges you to continue. “can i buy you a coffee as a thank you? and an apology for bumping into you.”

“you don’t have to do that,” rin speaks, and you think it’s the first time he’s said more than a word to you. even though his reply isn’t the one you were looking for, you smile at the small progression.

“i want to, though,” you explain, hoping that it doesn’t come off as too pushy. “please?”

after stealing a glimpse of your hopeful smile and the sparkle in your eye, he sighs. rin tells himself that what he says next is purely to get you off his back but in reality, there’s a part of him that really does want to go out with you. “fine.”

CHIGIRI HYOMA + REACHING FOR THE SAME CUP WHEN THE BARISTA CALLS YOUR ORDER

after such a long day, the only thing you want to do before getting back to the comfort of your home is treat yourself to your favorite drink. luckily for you, the café on the way back to your apartment has that very drink on its menu. the ring of a bell announces your arrival as you push past the door, the scent of coffee beans and indiscernible conversation greeting you. there’s no line to wait in and you’re able to place your order right away before the barista informs you that she’ll call for your beverage when it’s ready.

you step off to the side so other customers can order, aimlessly scrolling on your phone to waste time while you wait. you perk up when you hear the holler of your refreshment. you hurry to the counter to grab your drink but another hand that isn’t yours also reaches out to do so.

“sorry.” you pull your hand back, turning to face the other person who reached for the cup. the face before you is a familiar one. you haven’t seen him since the two of you were in high school together. “chigiri?”

he looks to you at the call of his name and there’s a flash of recognition in his magenta eyes. your name tastes sweet on his tongue as he speaks it. for a moment, the two of you just smile at each other without any words, frozen by the surprise of seeing the other again. the twitch of his fingers breaks chigiri’s stare, his eyes flitting to where his hand hovers. he almost forgot that there was a mix-up with the drinks. without a second thought, he slides the cup across the surface and closer to you. “here, this is yours.”

the sound of scuffing finally pulls your eyes away from chigiri’s face and to the source of the noise. the drink you thought to be his sits right in front of you on the counter. it’s what you ordered but you feel bad taking it now that you know he was expecting the same thing. you look back at him, ready to insist that he take the drink. “i can wait for the next—”

“don’t worry about it,” he cuts your sentence short to assure you that it’s fine, “i’m pretty sure you were here before me anyway.”

you hesitantly nod, taking the cup into your hands. you were sure that you’d be leaving as soon as you got what you came here for but your feet are anchored to their place on the floor. it’s been years since you’ve seen chigiri, lost contact with your old friend. maybe your unexpected encounter with him today is the universe’s way of bringing the to two of you back together. there’s only one way to find out.

“are you heading anywhere after this?” you ask, clearing your throat to distract him from the nervous waver in your voice.

he shakes his head, “no, i was actually going to hang out here for a bit. why?”

“mind if i join you?”

NAGI SEISHIRO + SHARING HIS UMBRELLA WITH YOU WHEN IT’S RAINY

nagi’s conflicted—on one hand, he could just pretend he didn’t see you and head home. on the other, heavier, hand, he thinks it would be cordial of him to acknowledge you. after all, he has been watching you patiently wait for the rain to pass under the awning of the shopping center across the street for almost ten minutes now. the steady stream doesn’t look like it’ll be letting up any time soon. he clicks his tongue as he pushes away from the table, snatching the umbrella out from the side of his bag before heading outside. the pitter-patter of the rain accompanies his splashing footsteps as he jogs down the crosswalk to reach you.

you turn your head when you hear him approaching and smile when you realize it’s nagi. you offer him a small wave as he comes to stand next to you. he raises his empty hand in greeting before pointing in the direction he’s going. “heading this way?” when you nod, he jerks his head and says, “i’ll walk with you.”

“really?” you ask to be sure. he bobs his head up and down in confirmation. your lips curl into a smile as you join him under the umbrella. “thanks. you’re smart to keep one on you.”

the only reason he carries one in his bag is because he came to find that peeling wet clothes off of his skin was annoying enough to warrant the rain repellant. he thinks that it was even more of a wise purchase now that he’s able to shelter you from the cold precipitation with it.

he doesn’t show it, but the quiet walk puts nagi’s nerves on edge. he’s usually hidden under the canopy alone but with you huddled beside him, he feels notably warmer. he wants to blame it on the added body heat but he knows just being in your presence is enough to make his cheeks and the tips of his ears burn.

maybe walking in the rain isn’t so bad when he’s got someone to do it with—if that someone is you, nagi notes.

the man is two seconds away from walking straight past his apartment when he abruptly stops. his motion causes you to do the same and you look up to him for an explanation. “this is me,” nagi says, throwing his thumb over his shoulder to point at the building.

“oh!” you nod in understanding. “well, thank you for sharing your umbrella with me this far.”

“i can walk you the rest of the way,” he proposes. as sweet as his offer is, you kindly wave him off. “that’s okay. my place is only a few blocks away.”

before he knows what he’s doing, nagi holds the handle of the umbrella out to you. “you can take this.” your eyes widen in surprise at his suggestion and you wave your hands to ensure him that you’re really fine. “it’s okay, really.”

nagi ignores your words, passing the umbrella off to you. he flips his hood over his head before telling you, “you can give it back the next time you see me.” he gives you no time to argue before he’s darting away to make it inside his building.

MIKAGE REO + GIVING YOU A PIGGYBACK RIDE WHEN YOU’RE DRUNK

it’s late, much later than reo planned on staying out for by the time you and your group of friends step out of the restaurant you’d had dinner and drinks at but since you stayed, so did he. you’re leaning against him for support when your friends bid you both farewell—they know for a fact that reo is capable of getting you home safely on nights like these when you let loose and have a few more drinks than you’re able to handle. “ready to go home?”

“mhm,” you hum, eyelids drooping as you put some distance between the two of you.

“where do you think you’re going?” there’s humor lingering in his voice with his question. he’s not sure why, but drunk you sports an inflated sense of independence—one that’s far from warranted given your inebriated state. reo stretches his arm out to pull you back towards him. “let me carry you.”

“i can walk,” you tell him, holding out your hand so that he can’t come any closer. the unsteady step you take forward is only evidence that you cannot walk on your own, as you stumble into the brick exterior of a nearby building. reo’s knowing chuckle permeates the air, leads you to narrow your eyes in annoyance at the all-too-familiar sound. before you can attempt to redeem yourself, a head of purple hair is crouched down in front of you. reo turns to face you and reaches a hand over his shoulder to pat his back. “hop on, you lush.”

“am not,” you whine, but despite your denial of his claim, you bend down to wrap your arms around his neck. reo hooks his arms beneath your knees before launching himself up into a standing position. a surprised squeal bubbles up in your throat at the sudden boost in height and you tighten your arms around your companion as a result.

reo effortlessly carries you through the streets thinning of pedestrians to the closest bus stop that’ll get you home. he’s sure that driving you back to your apartment would have been more convenient—and he would have if he didn’t have a few drinks himself—but he’d be lying if he said this didn’t have its perks; carrying you, that is.

he feels closer to you this way—physically of course, but in a deeper, more meaningful way too. there’s a certain level of intimacy in the action, in the way your chin is tucked in between his neck and shoulder, one that he doesn’t experience with you as often as reo would like. so, as sporadic as they are, he cherishes moments like these.

the bench and street lights that indicate the bus stop are only a few feet away now. reo tilts his head to let you know that you’ll be home soon but he’s met with closed eyes and parted lips. you fell asleep.

he breathes out a laugh at the inconvenient turn of events. getting the passcode to enter your building and the key to unlock your unit will be troublesome in this state, reo thinks as the bus slows to a stop in front of him.

looks like you’ll be staying the night at his place.

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[suashii]

୨♡୧ A LITTLE RELIEF — rin seems a little worked up, so you offer him a helping hand.

pairing. itoshi rin x reader.

warnings. f!reader. established relationship. oral (m!receiving), needy + whiny rin, mentions of penetration + creampies. MDNI. all characters written 18+.

rin usually looks peaceful when he sleeps.

his face lacks any signs of distress; much different than when he’s on the field or in the presence of who he considers to be his irritating teammates. but now, there’s a crease between his brows and short, labored breaths push past the pink of his lips. dark green strands of hair stick to his forehead, wet with sweat.

the sight is almost concerning.

your hand rubs his bare shoulder before you give him a few shakes in an attempt to rouse him. his head shifts positions but his eyes don’t open. “rin, babe. wake up,” you speak, nudging him a bit harder.

your prodding finally wakes him, long, thick lashes fluttering with every rapid blink of rin’s. he breathes in deeply through his nose as he pulls himself up so his weight is resting on his elbows. a quiet “fuck,” accompanies the exhale through his mouth.

“nightmare?” you question. he replies with the shake of his head. you wonder what else could have gotten him so bothered and are given your answer when rin reaches down to adjust his shorts. your mouth forms an “o” at the realization and you sit up on your knees with your next words. “want some help with that?”

“i’m fine,” he insists, running a hand through the damp strands of hair.

“aw, come on,” you say with a teasing lilt to your voice as you move to straddle his legs, “you must’ve gotten pretty worked up. let me give you some relief.”

one of your hands rubs circles against his thigh while the other toys with the waistband of his shorts. you can feel his skin jump beneath your fingers at the contact and your proximity to his erection. he sucks in a breath at the graze of your nails against his abdomen. any reluctance he once had washes away with the reaction. “shit, pull it out.”

“my pleasure,” you purr. his cock is heavy in your hand as you release it from its confines. the head is flushed red, evidence of his arousal. beads of precum gather at the slit and you can’t help but blow a cool stream of air against it. his hips jerk up at that, unintentionally leading you to fist his length. a broken moan bubbles up from his throat, a noise you aren’t used to hearing that makes the corners of your lips tug up in satisfaction.

“please,” he chokes out. there’s desperation in his voice, a neediness you don’t usually have the luxury of hearing. while the sound is music to your ears, you can’t deny him any longer.

“can’t say no that you,” you admit, licking your lips before lowering your head and pressing them against his tip. you offer him a few more soft kisses, the last one open-mouthed and transitioning to sucking.

rin’s relieved sigh drifts through the air as you work your way down his cock, jaw relaxing to accommodate the length. you can feel each twitch, every throb, the further you take him. his hips chase you as you drag up his cock, a wet pop echoing throughout the room.

he almost asks why you’ve stopped when the wet, warm sensation of your tongue swirls around his sensitive head. it draws a breathless whimper from rin; a noise he didn’t know he was capable of making. he’s sure he sounds pathetic but your mouth feels so good that he can’t find it in him to care.

“more,” he pleads, voice just above a whisper. his hand weightlessly rests atop your head, not nearly heavy enough to push you down, but just enough to relay the message that he doesn’t want you to stop.

you’d smile if you could but you settle for letting your lips stretch to take him deeper. your cheeks hollow with your hum of pleasure, the vibration of it pulling yet another noise of gratification from rin.

the erratic rise and fall of his chest coupled with the soft pants rin breathes into the air is enough to tell you he’s close. you relax your jaw to take the rest of him—until your nose is pressed against his pelvis and you can feel him in the back of your throat. it makes your eyes water, tears gathering on your lashes, but it’s worth it to see rin’s head thrown back, to hear his wavering moan of contentment.

your head bobs on the length of his cock, nose kissing his pubes each time you come down and spit dripping down your chin with every up and down. he throbs against your tongue, twitches in the tightness of your throat as his orgasm creeps up. a grunt accompanied by the warmth of his cum flooding your mouth leads you to pull back, every drop of his release sliding down your tongue.

his hips stutter with his climax, unconsciously chasing your mouth. uneven breaths push past his lips rin’s lips as he comes down from his high. he can’t help but think it would be all the more satiating if his cock was buried in your cunt, if his cum was painting your walls instead of your mouth, if he could hear your whines and cries of pleasure with his own.

you give his cock a parting kiss before propping yourself up on your elbows and gazing up at rin from beneath your eyelashes. “mm, better?”

“i will be,” he starts, thumb swiping across your chin to collect the mess of spit and cum and holding it in front of you to clean up. “after you let me fuck you.”

you waste no time popping the finger in your mouth, tongue swirling around it before you give it one final lick. a smile makes its way onto your lips with your reply. “i’m all yours, baby.”

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[suashii]

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝐼𝒩𝒮𝒜𝒯𝐼𝒜𝐵𝐿𝐸

info ⭑ itoshi rin x f!reader ﾉ 1.3k wc ﾉ nsfw [all characters written 18+] ﾉ vampire!rin ﾉ blood ﾉ oral (f!receiving) ﾉ praise ﾉ petnames (darling)  

you wonder if you’ll ever get used to the feeling of fangs sinking into your flesh, if you’ll ever be able to stop the sharp inhale of air as the skin breaks and blood trickles from the fresh wound. it’s a strange sensation but the wet warmth of rin’s tongue is familiar. he chases the oozing red liquid, sucking at your ankle as though your blood is his water—and you suppose it is, given his circumstances.

despite the unusual feeling of having lips latched onto you, having a mouth drink away at you, the bliss that accompanies the act is undeniably liberating. it makes you feel light as though you're floating and fogs your head with a sort of pleasure that keeps you from thinking about anything other than the softness of rin’s lips against your leg. it’s easy for you to lose track of time and you don’t notice he’s had his fill until his tongue flicks over the two marks he left behind before pulling away.

there’s a short routine that rin follows once he’s finished, one that you can bring yourself to watch, unlike the prior process. he takes a moment for his fangs to retract and his eyes to return to their ordinary color. the red hue that overtakes his irises as he feeds fades away is traded in for the aquamarine color that you’re accustomed to. when the traces of his vampire form go dormant, rin always covers the marks with a bandage, the anklet you wear with a charm of his initial jingling as he gently sets your leg down on the bed. 

the mattress dips with his weight as he comes to hover above you, soft lips finding their way to your neck. he kisses at your pulse and up to the curve of your jaw, the clean, fresh scent of him combined with the coppery one lingering on his lips wafting up to your nostrils. the aroma is grounding and it brings you back to earth from that fuzzy faraway place in your head.

your hands raise from your sides and up to rin’s head, fingers tangling in his hair as he continues to kiss away at you. your voice comes out breathy with your question. “was i good?”

“you always are,” he mumbles against your skin, his breath tickling you. that and the praise make your lips curl up into a soft smile. rin lifts his head from the crook of your neck, greedy gaze meeting your eyes. “i’m hungry for more of you, though.”

you’re almost sure by “you” he means your blood until you feel his hands caressing your tummy and wandering down to trace over the lace of your panties. his roaming touch and the intensity behind his teal stare tell you what he’s truly eager for. “can i?”

you nod without a second thought, spreading your legs wider to allow the man access. his fingers knead the plush of your thighs as he kisses his way down your body, stopping just before reaching your sex. his lips hover over the trim of your panties, teasing breaths feeding your restlessness. he must sense your impatience or be experiencing some of his own because just a moment later lithe fingers drag the fabric down your legs and toss the garment aside.

you’re well-acquainted with the look in rin’s eyes, the sharp one that appears when he’s spotted his meal—the one he wears before he sinks his teeth into you and before he buries his head between your thighs. it makes your heart jump in your chest but you know the feeling that comes after is nothing short of promising.

the first wave of pleasure washes over you in the form of a short flick of rin’s tongue against your clit. the unexpectedness of the motion makes you jolt a bit but puts a lazy smile on your lips, nevertheless. the smile slips a few seconds later—when his tongue finds its rhythm and continuously strokes the sensitive bud—and is traded in for parted lips, labored breaths pushing past them.

rin thinks that if he could live off this, the taste of you, the sound of you, he would. you’re music to his ears and honey on his tongue and you just may be the closest to heaven he’ll ever get.

his tongue glides along your folds, the point of it teasing your entrance with each stripe he licks and it makes you whimper. the whiny noise serves as fuel to the fire that is rin's desire. it feeds his already insatiable hunger. his fingers find your thighs, nails digging into the skin as his mouth works at your cunt—lips sucking your clit and tongue sloppily making a mess of you.

the sensation sets your nerves on fire, makes your thighs squeeze around his head. there’s an apology on the tip of your tongue for trapping him there but it never makes it into the air. a pleased groan rumbles from rin’s chest and the vibrations of it draw a grasp from yours.

there are a thousand thoughts bouncing around in your skull—ones about how good he makes you feel, how you need more—but the one word you can muster up in the moment is a shaky, “rin.”

“you taste so good, darling,” he hums against you, his blue-green gaze peering up at you from between your legs. his stare feels as though it’s penetrating your soul, reading into your deepest desires—not that it would take much more than simply looking at you to know what you want most at this moment. 

him.

and rin is more than happy to oblige. for you, of course, but because he wants just as much, too. another short hum sounds before he dives back into your pussy, the tip of his nose bumping against your clit and your essence smeared messily along his chin.

the short break might as well have been an eternity to him because he laps at you with fervor, as though he’s been starved—denied the taste of you. his hunger has plagued you with one of your own—one that’s building in your belly, one that only rin can satisfy. 

“more,” you babble, a hand weaving its way through silky strands of dark hair, “‘m so close.”

rin pulls away for only a moment to nip at your thigh and give you a short answer. “as you wish, darling.”

one finger delves between your folds, sinking into you, and then another. he curls them into your sweet spot instinctively, muscles acting on their own as if the movement comes as second nature to him. like he knows your body better than you.

you’re warm and wet around his fingers as they stretch you out. your walls flutter around him, the quivering picking up when his lips latch onto your clit again, sucking at the sensitive bud as his digits work at the spot that’s sure to make you come undone.

the lewd squelching, your call of his name like a prayer—they’re a song, and rin’s favorite part is approaching. it’s the part where your desperation for relief makes itself known through the moans bordering sobs floating about the air.

“that’s it, darling,” his voice buzzes against your clit, makes your back arch and builds the slow burn between your legs. his fingers continue to pump in and out of you, his tongue flicking your pearl once more before he breathes out a string of three words—a command. “come for me.”

as though his word is law, like he’s compelled you to oblige, you do. rin watches your eyebrows knit together and your lips part, a sense of complete bliss taking over your features. your thighs tighten around his head as you ride out your orgasm, his fingers languidly bringing you down from your high.

you look past the tears sticking to your eyelashes and down to rin. your chest rises and falls as you find the air to ask him a question. “satiated?”

he licks his lips, reaching for his belt. “almost.”

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[suashii]

୨♡୧ TO WISH AND TO WANT — itoshi rin x reader. sfw. fluff.

despite his hardened exterior, rin’s features are quite delicate. there’s a softness to his face, in his jaw and in his cheeks. he looks younger, more innocent, when his eyes are closed and there’s no tension tugging at his eyebrows. it’s a sight only you are warranted, one you get to see every time he lays his head in your lap and lets your fingers run through dark, silky strands of hair.

your eyes flit between his face and the tv — it’s playing a movie rin puts on often. you’re sure that even though his eyes are closed, he can envision everything he’s hearing. you can’t say the same for yourself, gaze fixated on rin’s relaxed expression rather than the screen ahead of you. the concentration of your stare reveals an imperfection on his otherwise flawless skin.

it’s a long, dark eyelash that has strayed from the rest and fallen to the plump of his cheek.

strange — how this is the first time you’ve seen this, considering how distinctly the hairs frame his eyes. you don’t ponder on it too long, choosing to, instead, reach down from the top of his head to his cheek so that you collect the eyelash on the pad of your finger. you can feel his skin slightly twitch beneath you but he makes no effort to open his eyes.

you almost feel bad disrupting his peaceful moment but, before you truly know what you’re doing, you call out his name. “rin.”

he hums and you can feel the low vibrations of it on your thighs. a second later he lets his eyelids flutter open, revealing aqua irises. they stare up at you, question and curiosity swimming within them.

“one of your eyelashes fell off,” you tell him, holding your pointer finger near his face. he can’t see it unless he looks to the side, but you don’t want to risk losing the tiny hair.

he doesn’t—look, that is—and keeps his gaze focused on you. “so?”

“so,” you pinch his cheek with your free hand as punishment for him being petulant, “you can make a wish on it.”

it’s something you did a lot in your childhood, at least whenever you had the chance. it’s a bit silly now, knowing that it’s simply a superstition, but a little piece of you holds onto that child-like hope that maybe wishes do come true.

rin must not share that optimism because his eyes drift shut as easily as they had earlier when he first got comfortable in your lap. though, the words he speaks next are enough to tell you that you aren’t being completely ignored. “you do it.”

“no way. your eyelash, your wish.” you poke his cheek this time in an attempt to get him to play along just this once.

it takes a little more of your prodding and some pleading for rin to open his eyes again. the subtle pinch between his brows conveys his exasperation but there’s no maliciousness in his expression. in fact, the sigh that pushes past his lips is closer to one of defeat than anything else. he really can’t say no to you. you must know it, too. “what am i supposed to wish for?”

you shrug but there’s a smile pulling at your lips, courtesy of rin’s agreement. “a pony, to be able to fly—whatever your heart desires.”

he snorts at your suggestions—the first two, at least. he takes the last one a bit more seriously because, even though he doesn’t believe in wishes coming true, there is something that he desperately wants and he’ll do everything he can to make it a reality; even wishing on a meaningless eyelash.

“okay, i’ve got my wish.” he blinks up at you. “what now?”

“blow the eyelash off my finger,” you direct him, gently wiggling your finger to get his attention. he turns his head to the side and is greeted with your outstretched pointer. sure enough, there’s a small, dark hair sitting atop your unique print. 

rin doesn’t waste any time blowing a cool stream of air that sends the eyelash flying. he can’t follow its path but it surely ends up somewhere on the living room floor. with it out of his sight, rin returns to his former position, letting his eyes fall shut before he nudges your hand in a silent gesture for you to pick up where you left off playing with his hair.

you do as he wishes and run your fingers through his locks, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails. the peaceful look you’ve grown accustomed to is back and its appearance puts a small smile on your face.

you’re sure it’s because you’ve started toying with his hair again, but the tranquility painted over rin’s features has to do with something else this time — a promise he’s made to himself that, regardless of a wish, he’s going to spend as many nights as possible like this, with you.

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[suashii]

— 𝒾 𝓈𝓅𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝑒𝓎𝑒 ౨ৎ

itoshi rin x reader. 1.4k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ spy au ﾉ spy!rin ﾉ spy!reader ﾉ rivalry ﾉ reader is quite infatuated with rin ﾉ a lil suggestive if you read between the lines :3

the glitz and glamor of the event you’ve found yourself at is blinding. between the crystal chandeliers and the light glinting off of everyone’s expensive accessories, you doubt that you’re going to find who you’re looking for—though, the thought only lingers for a mere moment.

there’s no way you could ever miss him.

whether it be keenly trained eyes or your personal interest, it doesn’t take your wandering gaze more than a couple of minutes to find your target within the crowd. he’s dressed to blend in with everyone else in black tie attire, slim-fit suit hugging the curve of his waist, highlighting his muscles. and he’s worn his hair just the way you like it, slicked back to expose his forehead, though some stubborn strands have strayed from the rest, turning the neat look into something more casual—sexy.

you watch from afar with a champagne float in hand and silently wonder who he put in so much effort for. saying you know rin well would be a gross overstatement—you’ve only become familiar with him through your missions, although you can confidently say you’ve never witnessed him dressed to the nines. it’s a good look on him.

swallowing the rest of your bubbly, you set the empty glass on a passing tray and look down to check your reflection on the shiny marble floor. as much as you’d love to stand here and observe rin all night, you have work to do.

your task is simple—intercept the handoff of a hard drive containing sensitive information.

you usually wouldn’t take on such a lackluster job but you jumped at the opportunity when rin’s name was mentioned. he’s representing the party meant to be receiving the intel—it’s a shame you’ll have to make his life harder by meddling in his affairs but it’s one part of the job you consider fun, even if it is at his expense.

you’re sure to stay out of his line of sight as you navigate the large ballroom in search of another character involved in the exchange. not much time passes before you spot the man and his presence alone is evidence that you're still on schedule—the handoff hasn’t happened yet.

the carrier is a new face, one you’ve never seen before. if his worrisome, flitting gaze is proof of anything, it’s that he’s never done this before. the fact that his people were dumb (or confident) enough to send an amateur makes you snort. but you won’t complain, after all, they’re making this process a whole lot easier for you.

and once you’ve got that hard drive, that’s when the real fun starts.

you quickly formulate your strategy before setting off to execute it. light steps carry you toward the man and while you're careful not to bump into anyone along the way, you purposefully knock into his shoulder once you finally reach him.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry!” you exclaim, holding onto his wrists with your apology. there’s something hard tucked beneath his right sleeve and you have to stop your lips from pulling up in a smirk. so predictable. “are you okay?”

“uh, yeah, i’m fine.” he seems distracted, like your collision disrupted his train of thought. that’s all the better for you, your deft fingers inching up between the sleeves of his jacket and shirt to snag the thumb drive.

“i’m just so clumsy,” you laugh to punctuate your statement, concealing the stolen item in your fist once you pull away. “well, you enjoy the rest of your night!” 

you slip into the crowd with a bit more urgency than you had before, eager to get the drive where it needs to be and make your exit without any problems.

when the cool air outside the venue meets your face, your mission is over—well, everything official about it, anyway. you’re still waiting on one planned aspect as you mosey around the back of the building and the sound of shoes scraping against pavement alerts you that it—he—is on the way.

you spin around to meet him face to face but as swiftly as you do, the man has you pinned up against the wall. the impact draws out a gasp at first, then a giggle. you didn’t predict that he’d be this rough but you quickly grow comfortable with his forearm against your collarbone.

he smells good, warm like cinnamon. it makes you wonder if he tastes like it, too.

“where do you think you’re going?” he spits out, brows etched together in a frown. it’s an intimidating expression, one you’re sure would have others in your position trembling, but instead of feeling any sense of unease or nervousness, you consider yourself lucky to see this side of him. it’s a far cry from his typical cool and collected exterior and while most would think that a scowl isn’t something you want to be on the receiving end of, the sight is nothing short of alluring to you.

“nowhere,” you tell him, tilting your head to the side and letting a smile take over your face, “i’m right where i want to be.”

his lip twitches in annoyance at that. “you have something i want. hand it over.”

“my heart? aw, rin, it’s already yours~”

he doesn’t seem to appreciate your nonchalance on the matter. “the hard drive. i saw you swipe it, now give it to me.”

“of course you did,” you say with a grin. this little interaction wouldn’t have been possible if you didn’t bank on the fact that rin would be keeping track of his collaborator’s movements. maybe you know him a bit better than you thought you did.

you sigh and meet his glowing teal gaze. “but i don’t have it on me.”

“where? where is it?”

“don’t worry, it’s safe in the hands of my associate.” you’re lucky that rin didn’t see you slip the information to a trusted friend on your way out. “and i’m willing to hand it over, but it’ll come at a price.”

rin’s irritation is palpable but his hold on you eases up as he considers your words. “how much?”

“it’s nothing really.” you roll your shoulders now that there’s a small gap between you and the building—not enough for you to leave, rin made sure of that much. you hold up your index finger. “one date. you and me.”

he scoffs. “you have to be joking.”

“i’m serious,” you tell him, not able to hold back the pout that graces your lips. “take me out to dinner and i’ll make sure those files get back to you without any trouble.”

without any trouble—the two of you must have different ideas on what defines “trouble” because going out on a date with you sounds fairly troublesome to rin. but he knows it’ll be his ass on the line if he turns up at the agency empty-handed. as troublesome as a date with you comes across as, facing a reprimanding sounds even worse.

“tomorrow night.” rin lets his arm fall to his side, freeing you from his cage. 

your hand comes up to touch your collarbone that’s now cold with rin’s absence. you wouldn’t mind having stayed that way a little while longer, though, his reluctant acceptance of your offer leaves you more than content.

getting him to spend a night with you is the real reason you took on this commission to begin with.

“that works for me,” you let rin know with a smile, stepping forward to stuff a card with your contact information into his pocket. tipping your head up to meet his eyes, you offer him one last sentence. “call me and i’ll tell you where to pick me up.”

you wiggle your fingers in a wave as you take your leave, only pulling your phone out when rin’s figure disappears into the night. the device rings upon clicking the contact of your associate. she picks up after two of them.

“hello?”

“hey. is that duplicate drive going to be ready by tomorrow morning?”

the woman snorts. “who do you take me for? it’ll be done in an hour.”

as much as you’re interested in rin, you can’t risk losing your job over romantic feelings. hopefully he won’t mind you having a copy of that information, too.

“good. the boss will have my head if i don’t bring that intel back.”

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[suashii]

୨♡୧ SWEETER THAN CANDY — nagi seishiro x reader. sfw. fluff + a little suggestive.

it’s a wonder, you think, to have gotten nagi out in this weather.

it’s perfect; the sun shines without a cloud in the sky and it’s just warm enough for a dip in the pool to be refreshing. you’ve been enjoying swimming from end to end and leisurely floating about but nagi hasn’t joined you, choosing to simply sit at the edge with his feet dangling in the crystal blue pool. the water only reaches his calves, though, he seems content lounging there with your shared bowl of fruit and his weekly issue of shonen jump.

you kick off the wall and paddle over to him, situating yourself between his legs. your presence, or maybe your wet hands slipping under his trunks to rest on his thighs, pulls nagi’s attention away from his manga and it instead turns to you. 

his powder-white hair looks even lighter under the sun, long strands brushing the tip of his nose as he stares down at you. it draws your focus to a smear of sunscreen that the man didn’t rub in all the way and you reach up to finish the job for him. the skin of his cheek is warm beneath your hand, much warmer than he usually is when he’s tucked into your side or splayed on top of you. 

“you doing okay over here?” you ask him, trying to brush the fluffy hair out of his face. your attempts are for naught as the tufts continue to find their way back to his forehead.

nagi hums and nods his head, setting his book to the side in favor of picking up the bowl of fruit the two of you had prepared earlier. he picks through the variety of colorful pieces in search of a grape, pulling one out and popping it into his mouth. one of his cheeks puffs out as he holds the fruit there before beginning to chew. kindly, he picks up a cube of watermelon and holds it up to your lips.

you part them, letting nagi feed you the fruit, gently kissing the pad of his finger before he pulls away. it’s nice, taking a moment to relax with your lover somewhere other than in bed or on the couch. the only thing that could make the casual occasion better is if nagi joined you in the pool. you swallow, squeezing his thighs with a smile. “you should get in. it feels really nice.”

the man takes a look at the barely there ripples in the water before his chocolatey eyes land on you once more. you can see the apprehension swimming in them before he even speaks. “i don’t know… it’s kind of cold.”

you breathe out a laugh, resting your chin on his knee. he has always preferred the heat of onsens or the warmth of your shared baths. “that’s kind of the point, babe. come on, it’ll warm up quicker than you think.”

his lips pout out like he doesn’t believe you. at this rate, you’ll spend all day trying to convince him to dip more than his toes in the water. an impish thought crosses your mind and it takes you only a second to commit to it. you lift your hands from his thighs to interlace his fingers with your own before pulling back and tugging the man into the water.

a large, noisy splash precedes nagi’s plunge. he emerges quickly, a look of shock that you rarely have the opportunity to see painted on his face. his brown eyes are wide behind the wet, white hair sticking to his face and his mouth hangs open in disbelief. he looks like a drenched kitten. you laugh behind your hand at his reaction before closing the small gap between the two of you.

“you’re crazy,” nagi says, pushing his hair back so that he can see clearly. it finally stays, though, a few pieces stick up haphazardly. the sight only makes you smile more.

your hands come to sit on his hips, fingers fiddling with the elastic waistband of his trunks. you try to wipe the smile from your face but it lingers with your next words. “sorry. desperate times, desperate measures.”

nagi clicks his tongue but the annoyance usually associated with the action isn’t there—he can’t be upset when it’s you. what’s there to be bothered about if it means being close to you and seeing the smile he fell in love with?

a gust of wind makes him shiver and draws the single complaint he can muster up from his lips. “it’s freezing.”

ever so dramatic. although, you do feel a bit guilty considering you dragged him in so suddenly. he’s shuddering in your loose hold. it’ll only take a couple of minutes before he’s adjusted to the cool water but there’s no harm in speeding the process up and what you have in mind should be rather enjoyable for the both of you.

you clasp your hands at the back of his neck, beads of water dripping down nagi’s shoulders and chest before disappearing into the mass once again. this close and under the summer sun, you can see the sparse dusting of freckles tinting the bridge of his nose. you bump the tip of your nose against his, peering up at him through your eyelashes. “my poor baby. want a kiss to warm you up?”

nagi visibly perks up at your suggestion and nods, hands moving through the water to find a home on your waist. his thumbs brush your sides before he dips his head down to capture your lips in a kiss. 

as though your lips are sweeter than candy, nagi moans into your mouth, tenderly squeezing your midsection as he drinks you in. it heats him up from the inside out, his skin warming with each second your soft lips are pressed against his. he’d kiss you forever if he could but he has to pull away to take a breath—what a pain.

“all better?” you inquire, letting your fingers run through his slowly drying hair.

“i think i need another one.” his hands slide down from your waist, over your hips, and to the back of your thighs. with a firm grip, he hoists you up. the unexpected motion elicits a surprised squeal from you but you easily wrap your legs around him as you’re sure he intended. he tips his head up to meet your eye, a sparkle of need glimmering in his own. “or maybe two.”

a grin tugs at your lips. “take all you need.”

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[suashii]

୨♡୧ A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS — itoshi rin x reader. 1.1k wc. sfw. fluff.

"this is where you wanted to go?" rin couldn't hide the suspicion in his voice even if he tried. when you said you had someplace you were dying to take him, he expected something along the lines of a restaurant or a park—not a photo booth.

you hum in confirmation with the nod of your head, an excited smile playing at your lips as you meet rin's teal eyes. they don't reflect your enthusiasm. you knock your shoulder into his arm. "come on, it'll be fun."

"can't you just take some on your phone?" he asks, warily eyeing the machine. he's never been big on pictures but he would much prefer what he's used to—the selfies you take before he has time to protest or the candids you snap when you think he isn't looking. there seems to be another pro to your usual way of doing things, rin thinks as he watches you insert coins into the booth. "and for free."

"where's the fun in that?" you counter, carefully considering each background option and print layout before deciding on them. you glance up at him after finishing the selection prompts on the screen. "plus, these give you physical copies. we don't have any of those together."

rin doesn't have time to ask what's so much more significant about a print-out before your fingers wrap around his wrists and you tug him past the curtain and into the booth. the bright, white lights are nearly blinding, the illumination is enough to make rin squint in an effort to escape it. he wonders if he's being dramatic when you continue talking as though the lights aren't blazing down on you.

"four pictures and they're timed so don't freeze," you explain to him, pointing an accusing finger at his chest. you know better than anyone that rin is notorious for not posing for the camera. even being aware that his best is likely an awkward peace sign, you'd appreciate the effort over nothing.

"no promises," he replies with a blink. while his statement makes it sound like you're likely to end up with a strip of photos of rin stiffly standing idle, it makes you smile.

because you have a plan that's sure to elicit a reaction from him.

you tip your head up to rin. "ready?"

"sure."

reaching forward, you tap the screen to start the photo-taking sequence. there's a clear shot of you and rin displayed before a timer counting down appears. instinctively, you stick your index and middle fingers out behind rin's head to create the classic bunny ears pose. he quickly replicates the gesture, holding the v his fingers make just above your head. a flash overtakes the screen as you grin at rin's honest attempt to pose.

the timer restarts and you scramble into your next stance. your hand drops from the top of rin's head down to his chin, fingers coming together to squish his cheeks. the action causes his lips to pucker and you can't help but snicker at the sight. prompted by you, rin's arm reaches around your shoulder so that he can poke the plump of your cheek. another flash signifies the end of the second photo.

"here, lean down." you request with a smile, beckoning him with your hand. rin easily complies, bending at the knee so that he's closer to your level. your arms wrap around his waist as you turn to face him. before you give him the chance to do the same, you let your lips press against the silkiness of his skin. the flash goes off once more.

last one.

unraveling your hands from his midsection, you cup the two of them together at rin's ear. your heart thumps heavily against your chest and you swear you can hear the rhythmic pulse in your ears. who knew it could be so nerve-wracking to say words that you truly mean?

there's a complex mix of excitement and fear coursing through your veins but the click of the timer counting down helps you take the plunge off the deep end. two seconds before the final flash, the string of words falls from your lips in an airy whisper. "i love you."

you can just barely hear rin's breath catch in his throat as the machine snaps your last photo. everything happened so quickly—your declaration, the picture, and now the aftermath.

the adrenaline you're met with upon uttering the three words leaves you eager and scared—like you're dropping from the peak of a roller coaster or coasting through the trees on a zipline. it builds into courage, urging you to meet rin's eye. if it weren't for the slight intake of air you'd heard or the light pink dusting his cheeks, you'd question if rin had caught your words. the subtle signs are confirmation enough but you're curious to see what the camera was able to capture in the moment.

"let's go see how they turned out." you take rin's hand in yours, interlacing your fingers as you step out of the booth to examine the photos.

rin quietly follows, silently wondering if he had concealed the surprise that took over his face at your declaration of love before the camera had time to act. his unspoken question is answered as he surveys each of the pictures lined up on the strip, eyes falling to the one at the very bottom.

he looks at you first and the soft smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. there's a sparkle in your eyes, one that rin finds akin to adoration. he's the subject of your gaze and, much to his embarrassment, the awe is visible in his expression—lips parted and eyes widened as though he's in a state of disbelief.

your giggle cuts through the air, effectively gaining rin's attention. you point to his figure in the photo before peering up at him with a grin. "you're so cute."

"you did that on purpose," rin says, not a question but a revelation. you're a lot sneakier than you let on, he thinks, trying to ignore the growing warmth in his cheeks.

"i had to make sure at least one of these was authentic," you admit, tapping the confirmation to print the sheets. you squeeze rin's hands with your next words, meeting his eye with that very same sparkle of adoration. "but i meant what i said."

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info ⭑ nagi seishiro x reader. 1.4k wc. sfw ﾉ fluff 

nagi doesn’t think his apartment has been this clean since he first moved into it.

to be fair, it hasn’t ever been really messy—not by his standards, at least. just cluttered. the only person who ever visits consistently is reo and despite his thinly veiled complaints about the lack of tidiness, nagi feels no need to impress him. you, however, are a different story.

he thinks it might be a little bit rude and even more embarrassing if his home is in any sort of disarray the first time you get to see it. that’s why he set his alarm early and spent his entire morning cleaning; organized all the pairs of shoes he carelessly kicks off at the entryway, washed the dishes he had neglected last night, and folded and hung up all the clothes tossed on the unused lounge chair in the corner of his bedroom.

nagi’s lighting a candle when he hears your knocks and muffled sing-songy voice announcing your arrival. once he’s sure the wick is burning, he tosses the lighter onto the coffee table before scrambling towards the door. in his rush to let you in, nagi misses the little step that separates the small foyer from the rest of the apartment. his hands stick out to catch himself in just barely enough time and he curses under his breath at the blunder. after righting himself, he pulls open the door, revealing your figure on the other side.

you’re smiling, but it looks like you’re holding back a laugh.

“everything okay?” you ask as you survey him from head to toe. you could have sworn you heard something—or someone—hit the door only a second ago.

nagi nods, his snowy white bangs bouncing up and down with the gesture. he’s sure you can piece together what happened without his input and he’s not too keen on admitting that he tripped on the way here. instead, he turns his body to create some space for you, jerking his head in the direction of his living room. “come in.”

“you can put those on.” nagi points to a pair of new slippers that he bought just for you. he figures you should have your own since you’ll be around more often. well, he thinks you will—people who are dating hang out at each other’s houses, right?

you do as he says, trading your sneakers for the house shoes (that fit perfectly) while glancing around his apartment. it’s neat, neater than you expected. the scent of dish soap and lemon cleaner tips you off that he had cleaned before you arrived and his effort brings a smile to your face.

“so,” he twirls the fine hair at the nape of his neck around his finger, “i have mario kart if you want to play. and we can get takeout if you’re hungry.”

“sounds good,” you assure him, following the man to his living room. other than the pop of green from his cactus situated on the table beneath his television, everything from his furniture to the lack of décor is neutrally colored. that much doesn’t surprise you but you’re curious to see if his bedroom has more character.

in your search for his room, your eyes catch sight of a narrow staircase leading up to a lofted area. “is your bed up there?” you point at the landing.

pulling his gaze away from the handheld console in his hold, nagi’s dark eyes follow the path of your finger and he hums in confirmation. “you can check it out.”

you take him up on his offer and make your way up the steps. the space you find at the top is just as simple as that of his first floor but twice as cozy. there’s a hammock chair in the corner that slightly swings with the air of your arrival and at least three throw blankets in varying shades of gray strewn across his mattress. your foot gently taps the soccer ball resting on the light hardwood floor, sending it rolling toward the wall, as you approach his bed.

shedding yourself of your slippers, you flop onto the mattress with a soft thud. your body sinks into the cushion as though it’s a marshmallow—it certainly feels as soft and pillowy as one. you’re two seconds away from calling down to nagi to comment on how comfortable his bed is when you turn on your side to face the table settled beside said bed. the surface you’re met with is littered with taped-on photo strips dating back to when the two of you first started hanging out.

the series of pictures are arranged chronologically like he’s been adding them as they’ve been taken. and you can see that, with time, he grew more comfortable with the camera—with you. poses that were once awkward peace signs turned to tight-lipped smiles and eventually he even went as far as crouching down so you could hold your fingers above his head like cat ears.

in his bed, swathed by his familiar scent, nagi’s little gesture leaves your heart floating and fluttering in your chest. you have your own identical set of these photos at home pinned to the bulletin board that hangs above your desk, you look at them every day—yet there’s something different about seeing them stuck to the spot that nagi stares at before he closes his eyes to go to sleep.

“hey, the game is—” nagi cuts his sentence short upon seeing that you’ve found the souvenirs from your visits to photo booths across town. he wasn’t even thinking about them when he told you to help yourself to explore his room. your silence blankets him with a strange sense of unease. nagi knows the two of you haven’t been dating for very long but he hopes the display doesn’t make you uncomfortable.

at his voice, you sit up on your knees to meet nagi’s eye. his finger is nervously twirling at his hair again and the tips of his ears and the apples of his cheeks are flushed a rosy pink. despite his height, you’ve never seen him look smaller.

you figure he’s embarrassed about you stumbling across the pictures. the both of you are still settling into your new relationship status, clumsily fumbling with couple-like behavior and romantic actions. although, he has nothing to worry about. it’s cute—his growing collection of memories.

you jerk your thumb over your shoulder, gesturing to the prints with a small smile. “mine are hanging in my room, too.”

the tension in his shoulders practically melts away with your words and his feet no longer feel anchored to the floor. nagi joins you on his bed, the mattress dipping underneath his added weight. he leaves a safe amount of space between himself and you but he’s considerably more relaxed than he was a moment ago.

“look,” you start, pulling your phone out of your pocket. nagi’s newfound proximity and his exhibit of your shared photo excite you and make you want to share one of the many ways you are beginning to fall into the designated role of significant other. you tap the glass surface of the device which lights up with your action, revealing an image of the two of you that reo took. your arms are wrapped around his waist and one of his hands sits atop your head. neither of you is looking at the camera, your gazes are focused on each other instead. with a smile, you turn your phone to him, “we’re even on my lock screen.”

nagi silently stares at the captured moment displayed on your screen. the day wasn’t long ago and the memory of it is still fresh in his mind. it was the first time you referred to him as your boyfriend in the company of someone close to him. just looking at the photo makes his heart skip a beat like it did when he heard the foreign-sounding word spill from your lips. only when the screen returns to its sleeping state does he look up to you.

he’s never had a way with pretty words and even now he’s struggling to voice his feelings, so instead of saying something sweet and saccharine fitting for the occasion, he blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. “wow, you’re mushy.”

“shut up,” you tell him through an unconcealed laugh. your thumb and index finger come together to flick the center of his forehead. the fluff of his hair lessens the impact but he still rubs the spot instinctively as a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. you smile back at him before smoothing your hand over his head. “let’s go play.”

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[suashii]

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info ⭑ itoshi rin x reader. 1k wc sfw ﾉ fluff

note ⭑ repost from last halloween :3 

you’re hanging the last bat decoration from your ceiling when the familiar rhythm of rin’s knocking pattern sounds in your entryway. the bat cutout and the others around it swing wildly in the air as you rush down from your place on the arm of the couch to answer the door. your less-than-graceful descent from the furniture nearly results in a sprained ankle but you ignore the dull pain as you reach the door, turning the knob before pulling it towards you.

on the other side, rin stands with his hands stuffed in the pockets of the skeleton-print pajama pants you bought for him.

“hello and welcome to the house of horrors!” you excitedly greet him, wiggling your fingers while you step back to allow him inside.

rin fills the space you once occupied, closing the door behind him as his teal irises scan the changes you’ve made to your living room. fluffy white spiderwebs droop down from the corners where the walls meet and the top of each is lined with LED lights that are set to red. there’s a bowl of candy—way too much for two people—sitting on your coffee table beside an unopened box of pizza and a couple of glasses holding some unknown red liquid. his eyes meet yours and his eyebrows slightly, almost unnoticeably, quirk in astonishment. “you did all this for movie night?”

“hey, you’re the one who didn’t want to go to a party.” you nudge his shoulder in a silent gesture to urge him forward. when he finally begins to make his way to the couch, you follow closely behind him and continue, “so i, being the amazing person i am, decided to pull out all the stops for my horror-loving best friend.”

of course he didn’t want to go to a party; why would he want to spend the night around a bunch of drunk people he didn’t care for when he could hang out with someone he actually enjoys being around? though, he can’t say he was expecting the festive decorations. scary movie nights are a norm for the two of you and he was under the impression that, other than the halloween-themed pajamas you had told him to wear to match yours, everything would operate as it normally did.

knowing you put as much thought and effort into this one night for him fills rin with a strange sense of significance. he has no intention of telling you so though, so instead, he asks, “what are we watching?”

you hum in consideration while you reach out to grab a slice of pizza. after some thought, you turn to rin with a smile. “anything you haven’t already seen. i don’t want to be the only one scared tonight.”

your comment makes rin’s lips twitch at the corners before he picks up the remote to browse through your streaming services for a film that neither of you have watched. you veto a few and he does the same until the two have agreed on one, his thumb pressing the button on the remote to start the movie.

rin spends what he considers to be the “boring build-up” of the movie sipping on the red beverage styled as blood that he has come to learn is actually cherry juice. the film only earns his complete attention when the normalcy turns to eeriness and the tension is palpable. he’s so immersed that he can’t even tell that you’ve closed the gap between the two of you—not until he feels your hands squeezing around his bicep as you attempt to hold back a scream drawn out by a jump scare.

just as unexpectedly as your touch, rin’s heart skips a beat. he wants to question whether the jolt that courses through him is because of the jarring sound playing through the television’s speakers or something else, though, he knows that it wasn’t the former. when one watches horror movies as often as he does, they tend to pick up on the predictable patterns like the loud noise that alarmed you. what isn’t nearly as predictable is the way you’re still latching onto him, all without a word.

that’s what has him nervous—your uncharacteristic proximity.

it’s ironic, rin thinks, that the one thing that gets his adrenaline pumping, makes him freeze like a deer in headlights, is your loose grip on his arm and not the movie made to scare him. swallowing the lump in his throat, he takes a risk and glances over at you. your eyes are glued to the tv, lips parted in suspense as you anxiously await another potential scare. rin’s gaze drops to the fingers curled around his bicep and he swears he can feel his heart jump in his chest.

he blinks a couple times, discreetly shaking his head before turning his attention back to the screen ahead of him but the warmth of your hold lingers in the back of rin’s head for the rest of the movie.

he expects that the unfamiliar feelings will have faded by the time the credits start to roll but when the list of names that signal the end of the movie begins to play, rin is still hyperaware of your closeness and the peculiar way it makes him feel. his palms have never sweat nor have the tips of his ears burned in your presence before now; what the hell is happening to him?

“so.” your voice draws rin out of his head, almost making him flinch as he comes to look at you. he hopes his confliction doesn’t show on his face. “were you scared?”

he knows you’re talking about the movie but his mind only goes to one place upon hearing your question; you. the thought of falling does scare him, and not for some negative reason, but because it’s new and foreign and something he’s never felt before. so when he answers, he isn’t talking about the movie. “yeah, kind of.”

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