You’re alone now. Are you waiting for me? No boys in sight. Not your best friend or that boy that’s always flirting with you. Just you and me. My arms wrap around your waist from behind, “Hey, my pretty (y/n)~”
I love the shiver that slithers under your skin when I touch you. The glimmer in your eye when your gaze meets mine. The smile that traces your lips as you greet me. Did you miss me? Did you think about me while I was gone? “How are you feeling? I heard…”
So you did worry. “Great!” I’m always good long as you’re beside me, “Just a lil…” My eyes trail over your neck. And I don’t care who sees or what you’ll think of me as my arms tighten around your waist and my fangs dig into your neck, filling my lips with that taste of you I missed.
I see the wince of pain on your face, only make that expression for me. I watch your hand dart up to soothe the wound lingering there. “You can’t just suck my blood out of the blue like that. It hurts and I’ve been lightheaded and it catches me off guard. I want to be friends, and I’m okay if you suck my blood some of the time, but I need you to at least ask first.”
You ran your fingers over the mark my fangs had dug into your neck. You asked me to stop, and of course, you’re more than a food source to me. So much more. But it’s not about drinking your blood for me. I want to see my mark on your neck, I want everyone to see it and know that you are mine.
Maybe, I was starting to like you. Maybe more than that. There’s a knot in my chest when I watch those boys flirt with you. And maybe I want them to know that you’re more than a friend. That I’m more than that to you. And I want to make you mine, to keep you in my sights forever, but I don’t want to risk losing you. So I keep these thoughts to myself.
Tags/warnings: fluff, sweet hugs, very very mild angst if you squint.
Author's note: Hi, Mags and thank you so much for your request! I'm sorry it took so long to write it, but I wanted it to be as perfect as I could make it. I didn't include Kino and the Tsukinamis since I don't know enough about them as of now. I still hope you like it ♡
❀ Shu Sakamaki – First dawn.
“The quiet of the world beneath gilded auroras and lingering dreams.”
Shu’s hugs are, first and foremost, warm.
Perhaps it is in his touch when he’s not fully woken yet that he conveys what his words don’t.
Sometimes his shows of affection make you crack a smile, when he claims “I was cold while sleeping” and casually wraps his strong arms around you.
Turning around in his hold, you trace his handsome features with your fingertips.
That is, until he takes your hand in his.
Eyes the color of the sky at the time when the world hasn’t risen yet meet yours.
He softly bites the tip of your finger, before his grip on you tightens and he goes back to sleep.
Neither of you have a blanket.
And yet, you don’t need it.
Not when his embrace is like the molten rays of first dawn.
❀ Kou Mukami – Cornflower blue mornings.
“The beauty of a pure blue sky, with the cheerfulness of sunlight. Yet sometimes, that light is fractured, leaving behind the desperation of cerulean patches amidst stormy clouds.”
Kou’s touches and embraces are another part of the charm with which he puts you under his spell.
And you’d be lying if you didn’t say you fell into it willingly.
His hugs are playful, lighthearted, loving, and at all times. Doesn’t matter if it’s in public or in private, he just needs you in the same way his lungs need the oxygen he breathes.
Kou adores teasing you and flustering you. He loves hugs in the morning, when he’s still sleepy, his messy hair tickling your neck and not letting you leave bed.
When he holds you like that, you feel like you’re in a rose colored world.
Except when the peace shatters and nightmares come to haunt him.
In his sleep, the sparkling idol is nowhere to be seen, leaving in his wake the scared boy he once was, desperately reaching for a promised sky that did not exist.
This time, however, his hand finds another.
Ready to never let him go again, to stay with him, even if the storm won’t cease.
You are there, reaching for cornflower blue mornings with him.
❀ Ayato Sakamaki – The blazing midday Sun.
“He is the intensity of noon’s heat on your back; the searing sensation of Icarus’ wings melting, only to plummet you into the arms of your beloved.”
Ayato is the personification of intensity. The picture perfect image of confidence.
That is palpable in the way he holds you too.
He is not shy to initiate physical contact with you, especially in public, to let others know you’re his.
His embrace is tight, but not so much that you can’t pull away if you so desire (though he’d sulk if you did that - there, there, Ayato).
Then there’s times when he just silently embraces you from behind, no words exchanged.
It’s usually on moments when he knows you’re struggling or feel sad.
So if you’d rather not talk about it, he’ll at least warm your wavering heart, just as the blazing midday Sun on your back.
❀ Yuma Mukami – Fiery afternoon.
“He is both the intensity of a crackling fire and the gentle light that filters through the window as you sit before the swirling flames.”
While he may seem a little rough around the edges, Yuma loves deeply and is one of the most loyal guys you can find.
That is very obvious in the way he embraces you.
It feels comfortable to lean your head on his broad chest or be enveloped by those strong arms of his that would protect you from anything.
You feel safe, and when he softly leans his head on top of yours, it’s as if time stopped at that moment of day when the world dyes in gold.
There’s other instances, however, when you have to ask him not to squeeze you so hard or you won't be able to breathe.
The sheepish smile he offers you in return is too cute, so it’s totally worth it. Like staring skywards even if you’re busy working at the garden, just to catch a glimpse of the fiery afternoon.
❀ Laito Sakamaki – Sensuous sunsets.
“The sinful secrets concealed in the half light of twilight; a fox-like stare that reads the sweet nothings you want to hear.”
The truth of the words he whispers carelessly hides behind the deadly sin of lust.
Due to his upbringing, Laito sees affection as just a state of pleasure, something physical.
Until you came along.
Now he is at war with himself.
This is not what he usually feels. This warmth in his heart… Is this the meaning of those words he throws like nothing?
His touches are still suggestive every time he hugs you, fingertips lingering a little too long over every spot he knows will make you shiver; those lips of his that used to tell you pretty lies now map out every inch of you in a softness you didn’t know he was capable of.
In between Laito’s arms, your eyes meet his.
You wonder if he can see right through you.
You want to hear him say ‘I love you.’
And, above all else, you want him to mean it.
His hold on you tightens.
Leaning against his chest, you watch the golden hour slip away.
His heartbeat is a little erratic.
And when, in the sensuality of an ephemeral sunset, he voices his next words, you know he means every single one.
‘I love you too, Laito.’ Is the silent response you give him with the world’s softest kiss.
❀ Kanato Sakamaki – Vices at dusk.
“An autumn night’s first light, through naked trees;
A graveyard that looks as eerie as it is beautiful;
As long as you stare into his lilac eyes.”
Kanato holds you like one would his soulmate on the brink of death; he hugs you like you’re going to slip away; his arms tighten around you because you’re only his.
He doesn’t want you to put your attention on anyone else but him, but he is also viscerally terrified of losing you.
Like a child cradling his new favorite toy for the first time, the sweet scent of raspberry pudding intoxicates you eternally now. And you’d be lying if you said you could live without it from now on.
As Kanato holds you, he is both gentle and menacing; the wordless warning that if you leave his arms you won’t make it out alive.
Why would you ever want to walk away, however? When he is the vice you want to drown in, today and every single dusk until the day you no longer breathe?
❀ Subaru Sakamaki – First moonlight.
“Luminescent white petals, guarded by thorns;
And yet so delicate on the breeze of witching hours.”
Needles to say, Subaru is not the most physically affectionate at first.
Except when he can’t keep denying his heart has been yours for longer than he remembers.
He finds himself constantly seeking you out, because he is ‘supposed to protect you since you’re such an annoying idiot’ or so he claims.
The deep rosy hue of his cheeks tells you otherwise, however.
And now that you’ve found out he likes you, you won’t let him live it down.
As you constantly seek him out and nestle yourself in between his arms, Subaru finds he likes this quiet closeness; crimson eyes avert, as strands the color of starlit roses cover his shy gaze.
But you know what he means with those flustered expressions. And the way he hugs you a little tighter expresses the words he sometimes struggles to let out.
Though, if you listen, you won’t miss his whispers of “I love you” as the first moonlight sets on fallen ivory petals.
❀ Ruki Mukami – Zenith of polaris.
“In marine eyes, turbulence and tenderness hide.
The wings he was denied, he gives to you.
Your anchor, when you’re lost at sea.”
To know Ruki is to dive into a tempestuous sea; treacherous on moonless nights, yet captivating and radiant when it mirrors the stars.
His aim at first was to simply discipline you. Who did you think you were, other than his mere livestock?
And yet, there’s this aura around you, like a warm light; like the wings he was robbed of.
And still, he is the one who falls prey to you, wanting to show you heaven
In your darkest auroras, Ruki is your guiding star. His arms around you feel like seraphic feathers, still beautiful despite being crooked and ashen.
His lean figure, where you rest, listening to his steady heartbeat, akin to a forgotten lullaby penned in silver ink.
Ruki holds you as if you’re holy, the oath he swears his life on. He holds you delicately when starlight threatens to fade from your night sky.
Other times, however, he is the devil incarnate, pushing you down on his bed, hovering over you like a man starved.
And either way, you want him as he is. Forever you angel, wings or not; the zenith of polaris in your murkiest oceans.
❀ Reiji Sakamaki – Stillness in the dead of night.
“Some venoms don’t have an antidote, and you’d gladly drink them.”
When you first met him, you’d have never fathomed the idea of his arms around you.
Unless it was to keep you still as he stole your blood, that is.
You remember too vividly, that heinous scent coming off the cup of tea he offered you with a smile that was nothing if not cruel.
Now, that same cup brings a sense of warmth as you sit in his study, watching him work.
Here, the light is warm, in sharp contrast to the darkness out the glass panes, the windows little less than mirrors of darkness at this hour.
You revel in the calm of midnight.
A svelte hand takes your teacup away.
Reiji sets it on the nearby table, not without taking a sip from it first, the marks of your lipstick smeared by his lips.
Lips that then gently brush against your jawline, strong arms looping around your waist from behind.
In the dead of night, utter calm envelops around you.
If you were to be poisoned right this instant, you’d have no regrets; as long as it was by his hand.
❀ Azusa Mukami – Minutes before dawn.
“In his clear eyes, the instants held between night and day reflect.
His wounded arms, forever destined to protect you.”
At times, when you spot him admiring his scars in the last minutes of night, he seems so fragile, delicate even.
Akin to daisy petals bathed in the dew of dreams about to end.
You wonder, how can someone capable of constantly drawing blood from his own flesh hold you so gently?
Much in the way he talks and always lingers close to you, his touch is the softness of kisses over fresh bandages.
You wish he wouldn't hurt himself. Your heart shatters a little at the gentleness with which he treats you, knowing how he breaks himself little by little.
So, in this moment, you hold him flush against you, squeezing delicately yet vehemently, letting him know this is your love, no bloodshed needed.
In the minutes before dawn, his opal eyes meet yours.
Through your unshed tears, his smile is brighter than morning stars.
❀ Yui Komori – The first breeze of spring.
“Some would argue she is too soft, cherry blossoms succumbing to snow.
You know better.
For, after the blizzard, that same tree blooms.”
Yui, the girl who will always put others before herself.
The girl who chooses to see the good in others, even in those who hurt her.
Yui, who loves unconditionally.
And who looks at you as if you hung the very stars in the sky.
She holds you warmly. Hopeful first cherry blossoms after a snowy February.
In her arms, your world dyes in shades of rose; your heart feels at ease, worries flying away like petals beneath an early March sky.
Yui is the tender touch of flower blooms in the first breeze of spring.
Your smile widens as she stares at you with her doe eyes.
Anonymous said Headcanons on how the S boys sleep alone and how they sleep with their S/O? Like sleeping positions
A: hiya! I honestly feel like this will be a bit comedic (maybe) I hope you enjoy!
Shuu: {alone}: laying on his back, arms behind his head, kind of simple.
{with s/o}: he’s still laying on his back (creature of habit) but you’re laying on his chest. His arms cage you in so there’s no chance of escape. You can hear his slow breathing, and the rise and fall of his chest lulls you to sleep.
Reiji: {alone}: he lays on his side, one arm behind the head, the other to his side.
{with s/o}: typically, you laying in the spooning position. He’s at your back, and there’s barely any space between you two
. Ayato: {alone}: he kinda lays there on his stomach, head to the side, drools on the pillow, snores loudly.
{with s/o}: You know how he’s super possessive when you’re awake? OOOOH BOY hes got you pulled so close that youre often pushing yourself off of him because its so swEATY, even though you get away it doesnt last for long because he reels you back in.
Laito: {alone}: he cuddles EVERYTHING, typically whines in his sleep, not because of sexual dreams, no laito has extreme night terrors and struggles with them often. he wakes up 2 or 3 times a night and has a hard time falling asleep.
{with s/o}: usually it starts out with casual cuddling, but as the night goes on he holds you tighter and tighter. This is rare but often times he wakes up crying, its typically silent, but you can still manage to hear the sniffles and you take him in your arms and rub circles into his back to help him fall asleep.
Kanato: {alone}: restless, hot, sweaty, “GOD DAMN IT TEDDY FUCK OFF ITS TOO HOT I DONT WANT TO CUDDLE”, He never really sleeps, he mostly just lays there or walks around the mansion.
{with s/o}: i still dont think he would sleep much. he would pretty much be the same alone as he would with an s/o. although he would stay with you to make sure you didnt leave in the night.
Subaru: {alone}: perfectly calm, sleeps like a rock, has a lot of wet dreams, can sleep all night long
{with s/o}: this was a bad idea, really really bad idea, YOUR ELBOW IS IN HIS FACE, YOU ACCIDENTALLY KNEE HIM IN HIS FAMILY JEWELS MULTIPLE TIMES, COFFIN SLEEPING IS NOT AS EASY AS IT LOOKS.
My random thoughts abt diaboys’bodies ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜ )(ideas that came to me when I was doing the dishes)
•Shu has a soft plumpy a$$. A pillow. If he try hard enough he can make a sexy curve while sleeping. His favorite food is meat, and all that meat ended up there. yes.
•Kanato’s skin is like marshmallow. ☁️White, soft and smells sugary. And also is kinda squishy. Very easy to make it reddish.
•Reiji has a sexy sexy sexy back. He would look so hot in a old noir film. Taking off his white t-shirt revealing his muscular but delicate back. And then he reloads his gun. (Both guns)
•Kou has an a adorable waist for a man. When he’s dancing at his concerts he’s Shakira. he’d be a good belly dancer. His waist, belly, and hips are hypnotic when he’s dancing seductively, like a mating dance. (Also, HE NEEDS A NAVEL PIERCING. It would match him so weeell) (Kou but like …90’s Britney Spears)
•Yuma has veiny hands up to the elbow. But y’know, veiny hands of a hard working man. Rough fingertips of spending all day in the garden. He make the girls and gays tremble. (As a girl and a gay I confirm)
•This isn’t something that could happen but I’d love to see Ayato with freckles. That would be adorable.
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