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[paraliveimaginesblog]

Iori with 11 from the kiss prompts, please and thank you <3

Iori Suiseki:

11. Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Iori had always been late to bed.

Even after you moved in with him and the rest of AKYR, he couldn’t break the habit of staying out late. It wouldn’t be as late, of course, not when you were waiting for him to come home to you, but the club still required him to be there until it closed (and who didn’t need an hour or two to unwind after work). You normally felt Iori slide into bed next to you, the cold sleeping in as you whined and swatted at him, cold hands touching any exposed skin teasingly as he told you to get back to sleep.  

Sleeping next to him felt extra beneficial, like the quality of your sleep was better just by having him there. You felt comforted by being able to turn over and reach out to touch him, hand finding his so you could it before your eyes fluttered closed again. He did the same when he was plagued by visions of the past, a hand delicately stroking your face, able to see your features in the morning light that peaked through the curtain. Knowing that you were with him, not in the past in a puddle of your own blood, calmed his heart and allowed him to lay back down (though there was only a fifty-fifty change he’d fall back asleep).

Cold mornings were your worst enemy, the entire house feeling a chill as it seemed the temperature dropped overnight. Zen always ran hot which meant he wouldn’t notice until you or one of the kids complained, but mentioning it to him meant leaving your bed and that was simply not going to happen. You’re tempted to stay curled up under the covers all day, pulling them closer to you as you listened to the even sounding of Iori breathing. You didn’t normally wake him up unless you had to, you could never be too sure when he had actually fallen asleep, but this was almost a crisis.

“Iori~” You nudged against him with your arm, not brave enough to open your eyes and face the morning sun yet. He mumbled something, mumbling a little more when you continued to nudge him until you felt him fully turn his body toward you. “It’s too cold.”

“…That all?” Iori yawned, letting out a sigh, “C’mere, I’ll warm ya up.”

You tried to protest but he had already diligently begun his task, starting by pulling you closer to his chest and pressing his lips against the side of your face. He kissed along your jaw, one hand resting on your back after he made sure the covers were all in place for his master plan to keep the heat trapped in the bed. He distracted you from the cold that hard started to bite at your toes, lips moving suddenly to your cheek, where he gave a playful little bite before he finally moved far enough that your noses brushed.

You felt warmth spread through your entire body as your lips met, the kiss slow and sleepy, your bodies becoming further entangled as you sought out each other’s body heat.

“We have to get out of bed eventually—” Iori cut you off with another kiss, a little more aggressive this time, warm tongue running along your bottom lip before he pulled away without giving you a chance to respond in kind.

“Said who?”

[konpetti]

Haihai could i ask for a ritsu rinne cuddling hcs!

☆ ・hcs : cuddles

ft. amagi rinne, sakuma ritsu

notes: i knew me analyzing rinne would come to use someday. i really need to do so with ritsu, too... send me an ask if u want me to include the morning after ^ ^

･:*+. amagi rinne

it's a late night, after rinne goes to another gambling shop or (rarely) after practice/training. it's not uncommon for him to sleep so late and wake up a bit later...

though, if you are already asleep, he'd just change (or not) and get right in bed.

if you are awake... he'll still get in bed immediately, and either tiredly (yet with still some pride) tell you all about his winnings, or complain about his losses. he might also tell you stories about his day (half to talk to you and half to put you to sleep)

his cuddles feel very protective yet comforting. he hugs you from behind, placing his head right on your shoulder and his arms wrap firmly let gently around under your chest, but just a little above the stomach. you can feel his warm breath on your neck...

alternatively, if you want to hold him, just turn around. he'll place a hand on your head, pulling you closer to him. he'll put his head right under your chin, and yes, you can bury your face in his hair, and pat his back softly.

embraces like those usually feel like his everyday bear hugs... not like you're complaining, right?

despite how late it is, falling asleep beside him will always feel so full of warmth. good luck trying to get out of that embrace while he's asleep, unless he's already sprawled out on the bed in the morning...

･:*+. sakuma ritsu

you are his favorite pillow. regular ones don't suffice anymore, you're just warmer and softer than anything he has ever cuddled with. his cuddles are more like him clinging onto you...

he's probably asleep by the time you get home, so usually you have to slip in between his arms if you want to embrace him from the front. if you want to hug him from behind, that's possible too. (not that he minds, he's kinda already expecting to see you asleep when he wakes up...)

he might wake up as you do this, and he might complain a bit about how you've disturbed his sleep, but he'll pull you a bit closer and rest his head on either the top of your head, under your chin, or on your chest.

anywhere is comfortable if you're there...

this is the same for when you're already asleep when he comes back. he'd happily make his way through the space between your arms (hugging a pillow? he's moving that aside even if that wakes you up, sorry...) and embrace you as he falls asleep.

but on the occasion that you're still up when he gets back... nope, it's the same thing. he gets in between your arms and hugs you like you're a necessity. he can't help it, you're warm... like mao, but a bit warmer (to him).

he'll let you play with his hair as he sleeps, you can place a hand on his head too. he might do the same and place one on your head, but most of the time he has his hands on your back. you might hear him mumble how warm and comfortable you are.

this isn't a rare occurrence, in fact this happens every night possible, but it never gets old. sweet dreams, both of you...~

[lilkasr]

The honeymoon light illuminates mysteriously Helter-Spider, be in danger! We've prepared a sweet, sweet poison Clap! Clap! make it so The sweetly dripping monster Helter-Skelter, be inspired! Intertwine more, more, more Enjoy the mad dream Dance to the sweet nightmare~

[rinnelovebot]

A/N: I KNOW THE BANNER LOOKS FUCKED UP but it’s bc I don’t have access to the full cg yet.. anyway I had to get it out of my system. I’m so fucking in love with him

*ೃ༄ dressing room angel

“I quite like it; it suits me, I think.”

You’d been staring at Hiiro’s new personalized outfit within one of the various ES dressing rooms for at least an hour now — fiddling with the beads adorning his neck, the earrings that complimented his eyes almost devilishly well — just about everything, and you still wouldn’t say you were even close to being done yet. Hiiro wore a relaxed grin on his face, as if proud, but still waiting on your fully fleshed out input.

“It does,” you added, “It really, really does. It’s different from your first personalized outfit, but that’s the best part.”

The redheads grin grew wider at your words, sighing contently as one of your hands wandered up from his chest to his cheek, stroking soft skin with a gentle palm. “Ah, I’m happy to hear that… Anzu-san did an amazing job encapsulating my ideas, better than I ever could’ve.”

She did do an amazing job. You’d say that Hiiro’s always been a handsome young man, but this outfit in particular accentuated all of his finest qualities and amplified them to the point where you didn’t think you’d be able to look him in the eye for longer than five seconds without melting into a pathetic pile of goop.

Knowing that your initial inspection had passed, he stepped forward, allowing his hands to rest on your hips. Perhaps reflexively, yours wrapped around his shoulders in turn; In attempts to avoid growing too flustered at the closeness — and the overall sight of him — you filled the silence. “What do your friends think? Your brother?”

Hiiro chuckled under his breath. “Well, Mayoi-senpai and Aira reacted with a series of excited squeals, which I’d hope to be positive.” The way his lips grew closer wasn’t lost on you. “Tatsumi-senpai and Nii-san had more coherent things to say, though. I was relieved to hear that they liked it as much as I do.”

Yeah, that sounded accurate enough. You had no doubts that his colleagues would be just as insane about this as you had been. “Ah, also, the garters were Aira’s idea. He thought they’d bring an ‘air of hotness’ to my otherwise ‘handsome and pure’ image.” The amused lilt in his voice suggested that he noticed your affliction, but he didn’t want to tease you about it. He’d always been too kind for that.

You’d have to thank his little blonde peer later. “I see…” you whispered, feeling his breath upon your lips as the two of you gently swayed, gazing at one another intently.

The vast blue ocean of his eyes always seemed to draw you in, almost hypnotically so — no matter how great your efforts to avoid them. No one could ever look at you as fondly as Hiiro.

“Did it work?”

And just as he dipped down to finally give you what you wanted, you offered him a response. “You know it did.”

[rinnelovebot]

hi hi marchie! how are you?

ur inbox is open, right? ^^ may we get some hiiro sleep hcs? i luv how u write for hiiro and i'm going thru a hiiro brainrot phase bcs of his anniv card 😭 ty in advance !!

A/N: hi anon! I’m well. enjoying my time off. also yeah his anni cards are always really cute. according to mayoi, hiiro seems the type to “wake up at the slightest disturbance”, howeeever I like to think he’s a pretty sound sleeper. in the rbs tell me if yall think he’s a snore mimi kind of guy or a honk shoo kind of guy

*ೃ༄ hiiro amagi sleep hc’s

⤷ He seldom wakes up in the middle of the night; once he’s out, he’s out, and he tends to stay in the same position throughout the night, efficiently making him akin to, well, a rock — basically, he sleeps like the dead. Usually, you take extra care to make sure that you’re cuddled up in a comfortable position before he falls asleep, because once his eyelids have shut, it will be incredibly difficult to shift around in his embrace. Hiiro insists that he doesn’t mind being woken up by you if you need him to move around.

⤷ Although Hiiro doesn’t mind staying up a bit for your sake, he prefers to go to bed early. He values his rest and yours, so he’ll often gently nudge you to come to bed with him around 10-11pm — even if you don’t actually sleep, he’d still like you to come cuddle and wind down with him; after all, with his occupation, the two of you don’t get to spend an extended period of time together throughout the day, so the nighttime is when he likes to make up for that.

⤷ Spooning you is his go-to; being the big spoon makes him feel like he’s protecting you in some way, keeping you safe as you rest. His arms lock around your waist, and his chest presses against your back. More calming than his embrace, is the feeling of the rise and fall of his chest against you as his breathing slows down. Despite his preference for being your big spoon, he doesn’t mind being on the other end whatsoever. As long as he can have you close, he’s pretty flexible.

⤷ Hiiro tends to mumble in his sleep. Most of the time, it’s unintelligible, but there are a few times where you can make out your name, or a string of random words — perhaps related to a dream he’s having? It’s not loud enough to disturb you if you’re asleep, only loud enough to amuse you as you lie awake at his side. Other than his mumbles, he’ll sometimes sigh or groan quietly into your ear. If you happen to make any noise while the two of you are sleeping, he’s a heavy enough sleeper to not mind.

⤷ Upon waking up in the morning, Hiiro can’t hold back the wide, sleepy grin that slowly dances across his lips. Good morning kisses are abundant, and his warm lips wander across your cheeks, forehead, eyelids, lips — anywhere he can. Of course, he takes great care in making sure he doesn’t rouse his sleeping partner, but when you’re next to him like this, pale sunlight illuminating your face through the curtains, how could he not kiss you? As your eyes flutter open, meeting his gaze with a smile of your own, he can tell that you don’t mind.

[natsuphoria]

hello my little friend :) i'll start nice. can i request some fluff with alkaloid? platonic or romantic, up to you <3

hello gayass :) i hope you read these and explode (affectionate) :3 i would say these lean towards romantic but aira’s and mayoi’s could be seen as platonic <3

alkaloid + fluff

reader : gender neutral, no pronouns used, reader bakes in tatsumi's scenario type : scenarios warnings : none word count : 1024... yeah i kinda got carried away

a pleasant shiver runs from the back of your head to the base of your spine as you rouse from your slumber. you yawn softly, nuzzling into the warmth pressed against your cheek, and stilling in surprise when the warmth hugs you back. 

“you’re awake?” you feel the rumble of hiiro’s voice in his chest before you hear it. you make a noncommittal sound – not really saying something or the other, just letting him know you’re awake – and readjust your head, your ear pressed to his chest. hiiro hums and moves a hand to your shoulder, squeezing softly. the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. 

the strong, steady thump of his heart makes you smile, and you close your eyes in an attempt to hear it better. “are you trying to fall asleep again?” hiiro asks, an audible smile in the lilt of his voice. your answering silence has him chuckling, and strong arms pull you to a sitting position beside him. “it’s a new day! you can’t go back to sleep now – we’ve got so much to do!” the sweet smile hiiro gives you makes something burst in your chest, filling it with warmth. maybe waking up isn’t so bad if you get to see that smile. 

maybe waking up isn’t so bad if he’ll be here with you again as you drift off tonight. aira, mayoi and tatsumi below the cut!

“waa~ that was so cool!” you can practically see the sparkles around aira as he wears a content, closed-eye smile. 

he’d been looking forward to this live for weeks, and gushing about it for even longer. it was held by a fairly new unit – he had rambled to you about it once over lunch – but it had become somewhat of an overnight sensation. the day he had gotten the tickets, aira had come running to you, holding out a ticket and asking with wide eyes if you’d like to go with him. you had accepted, so now here you are, linking arms with the boy as you amble along the pavement.

“did you enjoy it?” 

you don’t think it’s possible for him to look any happier, but your assurance that yes, you did enjoy it very much has him clapping his hands and bouncing in glee. the scene makes something soft blossom in your chest, expanding to fill your ribs and escaping you as an amused laugh. 

“you know, i’m glad you don’t comment much on how much i like idols,” he starts, fiddling with the keychains on his bag. “most people are surprised that an idol likes idols so much, and say some weird things about it. but you just accept it as a part of me, a-and let me talk about them… uh, did i say something wrong?” he blinks at your wide-eyed expression as you try not to burst into tears at his admission. or grab him and shake him like a maraca.

the best you can do is aggressively reassure him that you’ll always listen to him talk about his interests. his resulting laugh has your face lighting up as well. “does that mean you’ll come with me to more lives?”

“wh-what are you doing!?” 

mayoi, after much coaxing, has finally agreed to put his head in your lap. even so, he refuses to put his full weight on you – my sins may be too much for you to bear! – choosing instead to hold himself above you, muscles tensed. you had just ghosted your fingers over his hair when he had gasped, pulling his shoulders up to his ears as if trying to hide in his shell. 

i’m playing with your hair, you say matter-of-factly, and he whimpers at the thought of your hand on his scalp. “you can’t!” he protests weakly. “i – you’ll be tainted!” 

by what, mayoi, you ask, before switching tactics. you assure him that it’s alright, that you want to do this. nothing’s gonna happen to you. nothing’s gonna happen to anyone. your determination is rewarded when he eventually relents, his face hidden in his hands as you undo the ribbon holding his braid. 

the first contact of your fingertips against his scalp sends a shudder down his spine, a soft sob escaping him. you smile softly as you continue your ministrations, carding your fingers through his long strands. you admire how well-maintained his hair is… the colour, the texture... and before you know it, he’s completely relaxed, fully resting his head in your lap.

he sighs contentedly, almost nuzzling his head into your hand like a cat. soon enough, his breathing evens out and you know he’s fallen asleep. be sure to savour every moment now – you’d want to be able to assure him that this was nice when he wakes up apologetic, right? 

you feel a warm pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind. the sudden contact makes you stiffen a little, but the gentle press of tatsumi’s lips against your cheek has you almost melting in his arms. 

“they look delicious," he says, referring to the sheet of cookies you're about to put in the oven. you laugh – that's uncooked dough, tatsumi, you'll get sick – and he chuckles in response. "my point still stands," he remarks. "i can hardly wait until they're ready to eat."

you feel tatsumi's soft gaze on you as you place the tray in the oven. growing flustered, you buy time by fussing over the temperature, hoping that he'll look away...

...which does not work. when you stand up and turn to face him, tatsumi's right in front of you, his smile so filled with adoration that it makes something twist in your chest. he takes your hands in his, and you slowly begin to dance to a silent song – a song composed just for the two of you, heard only by the two of you.

the aroma of your baked goods wafts through the air. you let out a flustered laugh and for a second he feels as if he’s reverted to a grinning, blushing, lovestruck boy. the lights in the kitchen are far from flattering, but to tatsumi? he swears you have never looked more beautiful than in this moment, right between his arms.

tags : @tokusaatsus @avigenshin @sleepypengwin @cxffeelings

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[twobluep]

[seangelfish]

For the plant asks!!! Gardenia and sunflowers for niki? Thank you!!!!!

Niki Shiina

🌼 gardenia: would they be good at keeping a relationship secret, if needed?

– Yes... for a while, that is. And it is by accident that your relationship with him was revealed. Not because it was a slip of the tongue, no, no! Even when Rinne constantly badgers him to tell him everything, Niki would never tell a soul that he's with you. So, how on earth did he manage to mess this up?

– By treating you better than any of his other customers, of course. He is SO obvious about it. He may not realise it, but the way he looks at you or the way he asks you how your meal is gives it all away. Not only that, but when you do visit him at Cafe Cinnamon, he's always cooking you a little something extra that he always whispers 'is on the house.'

– Rinne immediately pieces the puzzle together, announcing to the other members of Crazy:B his insights to which they were actually not surprised about. Maybe Kohaku is a little shocked though... Anyway, after Rinne finds out, his teasing becomes even more unbearable for Niki, and for you too.

🌼 sunflower: how would they confess their feelings to their crush?

– His confession was during the time of the filming of AtoZ's Date Plan A to Z. When the group was taking in suggestions of what girls would like on their date, Niki obviously suggested food. He probably believes in the quote that food is the key to a woman's heart. So, that's what he did when he confessed his feelings to you.

– He baked up one of your favourite desserts, putting all his love into them. When he handed the box of treats out to you alongside his adorable little confession, you could see it in his food (and hear it in his words) all the love he has for you. So, of course you were going to accept his confession!

"(Y/N)! You're free now, right?" he asks you, huffing and puffing. He just finished practising his performance with AtoZ. "I really want to talk to you...!"

"Yes, I've just clocked out," you answer. "Are you okay? Did you run over here?"

"Y-Yeah... but it's fine. Please hear me out, okay?"

As he babbled his confession in both excitement and nervousness, you listened to him attentively. Your heart fluttered even more when he brought you over the box of sweets as he finally declared the words 'I really like you!'

When you accepted, you couldn't stop grinning, and neither could he. You thought his baked goods were delicious too~

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[twobluep]

sorry

[rinnelovebot]

idk if i'm late to the tea prompts but!! if not, can i ask for rinne + earl grey tea and chamomile tea? i hope it's not too much, take care!

A/N: sigh. he’s so delightful. also I knooow I said I changed my mind and was limiting the prompts to one, but rinne has my autism on his side. lastly, I had to ask my discord server to explain what courting meant

*ೃ༄ rinne amagi + earl grey & chamomile

⤷ earl grey tea: how did they court their s/o?

There was a lot of flirtatious build-up. He’d often joke about getting eloped and running away together — but despite the teasing, sarcastic nature of those comments, he would’ve absolutely dropped everything to be with you if you had seriously said yes. It took a while for him to confess to you for real, but afterwards, moving into a relationship with him felt smooth and relaxed; with him, there’s no rush, and you feel comfortable knowing you can take your time to just enjoy one another.

⤷ chamomile tea: what is their sleep schedule like? does it change around their s/o?

Rinne tends to sleep whenever he feels tired — typically around midnight; but if he’s had a long day, he doesn’t have any qualms with hitting the hay as soon as he gets home. If he doesn’t have work in the morning, he’ll sleep in for a bit, ideally with you in his arms! If you like to head to sleep early, he’ll cuddle up to you and scroll on his phone while you rest against him. On the opposite end, if you like to head to sleep late, he’ll chit-chat with you until his eyes refuse to stay open. Regardless, he’s quite flexible.

[rinnelovebot]

do you think the animators went out of their way to make sure he looked as beautiful as humanly possible or

[kohakun]

title » anything for you.

pairing » rinne amagi x gn!reader

synopsis » rinne has never been one to hide how much he adores you, and he hides it even less on your birthday.

requested? » no

genre » fluff

a/n » happy birthday march <3

rinne loves every single thing about you. if somebody were to ask him why he's so deeply enamoured with you, he'd go on a tangent about how happy he is in your presence, about how your smile brightens his day, about how oh-so endearing you are, about how you're the one who completes him as a person.

he has never been afraid to show you how in love he is, always brazenly giving you his affection no matter who's around you both. now of course, this factor only intensifies on your birthday. on this day, he's more than determined to let you know that you're the most important person in his life.

as the sunlight peeks into your shared bedroom through the blinds, rinne's sleep is interrupted, but he's much too excited about what's going to happen throughout the day to sleep in. he glances at you who's peacefully asleep in his arms and he can't help the smile that graces his face.

he discreetly gets out of bed, knowing that he can't delay too much on his surprise since you're an early riser. cooking has never been rinne's strength, but with a month spent on perfecting your favourite breakfast (with niki's assistance, of course), he was confident enough to not ruin it.

the appetising smell of food cooking is what wakes you up and the absence of your boyfriend next to you in bed alarms you immediately. you get up and make your way to the kitchen, beyond surprised when you find rinne in an apron placing food on the table.

"happy birthday, baby," he says with a grin on his face, walking towards you to engulf you in his loving embrace. his smile widens further when you thank him for having cooked breakfast for you and he places a chaste kiss to your lips.

he leads you to sit at the table where your food is and he watches with a lovesick gaze as you dig in happily, complimenting him about how well it was made. he can't help but kiss you again after you finish your meal, pulling away only to pepper kisses all over your face and hear you giggling.

when you smile warmly at him, it's like his world stops completely to admire you. rinne decides at that moment that would do everything possible to see your beautiful smile for the rest of his life.

he loves you more than anyone, more than he had ever thought was possible. he's completely and utterly infatuated by you, and he knows that he'd do absolutely anything for you, the love of his life.

[mintys-musings]

Rinne Amagi x GN!Reader - Champagne and Sunshine

Rinne !!!!!! My beloved that I’m not so secretly insane about 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚 funny that his day is the one day i write soft sex- but all the story moments where he’s unexpectedly thoughtful and soft is so *rattles the bars to my cage* do you get it !!! do you understand the insanity it inflicts upon my poor heart who eats up the fucking “hides his actual feelings with a persona” trope (see also: Madara Mikejima) !!!!!! i could go on. Apologies for the long ass build up btw

summary: The morning after your anniversary, Rinne’s still feeling lovey dovey.

tags: soft sex for a while (“soft” compared to usual rinne activity), service top!Rinne, fingering, body worship, unprotected sex, … h-.... Hand holding-

word count: 2197

NSFW under cut~

The golden rays of sunlight kiss your eyelids gently as the smells and sounds of breakfast being made danced into the bedroom. You snuggle further into the bed, wrapping the sheets around yourself more. There’s a distinct lack of another person in this bed that you missed. The only way you thought to half-assedly quell that feeling was by hugging one of the pillows that he was using. You could still smell a bit of his cologne from last night— pink pepper and bergamot. 

You nearly drift back into slumber if it wasn’t for the sounds of your usually dead asleep snoring in the AM boyfriend softly cursing under his breath.

“Augh-! Shit- shit-” 

He mumbles something else and you hear a soft clattering sound.

He’s a grown man. He can handle whatever it is.

You pay no mind to him and just continue to doze for what feels like only a few seconds before you feel a weight being put on the mattress. For a moment, there was silence.

But just a moment.

“Baaaabe~” Rinne whines as he puts his full weight on top of you. “Honeeeey beeeeee~ Wake up~!”

He nuzzles his face right into your chest, squeezing you into his arms as he rolls the two of you around on the bed. 

“Gah! Rinne!” You squirm in his grasp.

As soon as your face emerges from the bedsheets, he showers you in kisses. This wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence. Usually this would’ve happened later in the day as you two tended to sleep in together. But he was always much more affectionate and energetic than usual after big events. Be it concerts, award shows were Crazy:B are even so much as nominated, whatever constituted a party called for extra affection from the bee.

Yesterday was your one year anniversary. Surprisingly, he planned an entire trip at an amusement park, rolling dice after every attraction and game stall you two visited to determine the next move. It was more fun than you’d admit to his face. The cherry on top was a candlelit dinner on the rooftop of a high class restaurant. How did he get a reservation? He would only grin and say it was fate. You would say it was his unit mate that you spotted plating a dish table side on your way to the bathroom.

But you didn’t tell him that.

Now you were being nuzzled and kissed all over by him.

You manage to push him off enough to plant a loving kiss of your own on his lips. 

“Good morning,” you say. “You seem happy.”

Rinne laughs in the way he always does, scooping you up and settling you on his lap. His blue eyes bore into yours with a love drunk gaze. “‘Course I’m happy, babe.” He presses his lips to yours gently. “I’ve had the privilege of being yours for over a year.” One of his hands raises to cup your cheek. “Who wouldn’t be happy with that?”

For all the time he spent acting like a fool, gambling his savings away, pranking suspecting idols in the agency, he never failed to remind you how important you were to him. At first it was subtle. He’d protect you from leering eyes or suddenly treat you to lunch whenever he supposedly won big at pachinko. Now he was much more comfortable dropping that outrageous mask in front of you. He was at ease with you.

“I made you breakfast.”

His words snap you out of your reminiscing and yes. There was, in fact, a tray with toast and scrambled eggs sitting on your bedside table along with two mugs of coffee. One mug less filled than the other.

“... Did you actually make that?” You ask, tilting your head. The eggs were cooked to a perfect soft scramble and the toast nearly looked fake with how even the toasting was.

He looks to the side, his signature cocky smile on his face as he scratches the back of his neck. “I picked up a few things while livin’ with Niki all those years, ‘kay?”

You give him a sleepy smile and kiss his cheek. “Thank you, honey.”

As you pull back, you see him staring down at you rather intensely. Your eyes follow his gaze. The shirt you were wearing— One of Rinne’s t-shirts, actually— had slipped past your shoulder, exposing your collarbone.

Oh.

Nothing was said for the next few minutes. Only actions existed between you two for this moment. It was a silent agreement as Rinne undresses you like he was unwrapping a delicate package. Once your shirt and any other clothing you were wearing were out of the way, he makes quick work of his undershirt. Rinne keeps his boxers on as he was much too excited to get started on you. He pushes you gently back down onto the bed where you were just dozing off moments ago.

Rinne runs his hands up and down your sides, admiring the view he had of you below him. He was captivated by the way the light shines through the curtains to brush and caress your body in the same way he was doing right now. His face glows with his soft, love drunk expression, lowering his head to give you the nth kiss of the morning. His lips drift from your lips down to your neck and down your body.

He leaves no patch of skin untouched. He relishes in each soft gasp he can pull out of you. Each time he feels your skin pebble to goosebumps, he chuckles and nuzzles his face into that spot a little more.

You merely lie against the pillows and sheets and watch him, one of his hands holding yours with your fingers intertwined. He had already brought you breakfast (which still lay untouched due to this small distraction), but he refused to have you lift a finger. Your one year anniversary might have ended when you both slept, but he couldn’t help but want to treat his lover a little more.

“Hmngh…”

Your eyes flutter as his tongue lavishes itself against your hole. Through half-lidded eyes, you catch a glimpse of him staring up at you like you were heaven sent. His own eyes close eventually as he focuses all his efforts into pleasuring you. Your legs instinctively find their way over his broad shoulders and he moves his hands to hold onto your waist gently. 

One of his long fingers makes its way into your hole. Curling and gently caressing you from within, his mouth finds its own rhythm against your sex. Rinne lets out a small mouth of his own, clearly deriving pleasure from this act alone. The vibrations send waves of pleasure up your spine as you try and stop yourself from grinding against his face. He’s not going particularly fast. His tongue moves at a languid pace and he’s taking his time with adding another finger into your eager hole. But he knew every spot that made your body want to keen and whine for him. He’s explored enough that the actions were second nature to him.

Your head falls back against the pillows, softly moaning as your lover holds you right where he wants you. The sleepy daze that was clouding your mind was replaced with the wondrous haze of pleasure. Your hips raise ever so slightly into Rinne’s touch and his grip on your waist tightens. His movements speed up slightly to draw out more noises from you.

You just barely manage to raise your head and see his piercing blue eyes glued to your form.

“Rinne~” Your voice still had the slight morning rasp. Now it was mixed in with your needy whines.

“Yes, honey bee?” He pulls away, the signature smirk you’ve grown to love plasters itself on his face.

For a moment, you just lie there— panting softly. You can’t seem to speak, mind already starting to numb from the gentle but constant drum of pleasure flowing through you.His free hand continues to caress your sides while the fingers inside of you move in and out at a moderate pace. The only sounds filling the room.

He watches your mouth open and shut a couple times. His fingers continue to speed up as he finds your speechless expression all too precious to stop. He doesn’t even want to speak so as to not interrupt the chorus of sweet noises that tumble from your lips.

The way the light shines from behind him makes him appear to have a slight golden outline. Like a little halo of light. Your vision blurs for a moment as you feel your orgasm approach quickly. You try and get your bearings, hand reaching for the one holding your waist. You don’t last long before you feel the pleasure release from your body. You tense for a moment, clenching yourself around Rinne’s fingers, before relaxing back down onto the bed.

Rinne lets out a low whistle and retracts his fingers from your hole. He even makes a show of kissing your sex as if to thank you for the wonderful display you’ve put on for him. You whimper at the emptiness, breathing deeply to calm yourself.

You watch as he frees his cock from his boxers. The way his hand strokes himself up and down was a delicious sight. There was no need for him to even do that considering how hard he was.

“Babe~”

He kisses you again to bring you out of your stupor. “You okay? Can I put it in… please?” He asks so gently, but you could feel the slight strain behind his words.

You look down and see his dick already rubbing against your awaiting hole. The sight alone made you want more.

“I’m okay.” You tell him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Go ahead, Rinne~”

Rinne pushes himself into your hole the second you give him the okay. You watch as his Adam’s apple bobs and he lets out a guttural moan.

“Shit- You feel so fucking good.” He sucks in a harsh breath. It takes him all the concentration in the world to not pound you into the mattress and let you both get a second to adjust to each other.

Your lips make contact with his throat as he wraps his arms around you. He didn’t care if you left hickeys. In fact, he invited it. His eyes roll upward as you suck on his pale skin and he gave a few shallow thrusts before finding a good pace.

He went slow. In comparison to his usual harsh, eye watering pace, Rinne was going slow. He wanted to savour this moment with you. And it felt just as good.

His pace makes you feel each and every inch leaving and entering you and you find yourself back in that pleasure induced daze from earlier. You kiss and nip at his neck and collarbone, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers rub circles into your back. Your legs hook around his waist to draw him closer.

“I’m so lucky.” His voice is husky as he mutters those words into your ear. “I’m so lucky to be yours. That you let me be yours.” He speeds up slightly. His dick is throbbing inside of you.

“I’m yours too, Rinne.” You whimper, an overwhelming feeling of care and pleasure mixing together inside of you.

His hips smack against yours delightfully, speeding up as time went on. There are no more words exchanged. Just moans and cries of pleasure.

Rinne has reached his boiling point. He lets go of your body in favour of bracing himself against the mattress with one hand. His other hand collects your wrists and holds them above your head as he leans forward. He uses his own body weight to get you into a mating press— the angle making his dick drive deeper into you.

His usual pace was back.

You cry out as his cock flies in and out of you, the pressure of an orgasm bubbling inside of your abdomen once again. Through bleary eyes, you see him dip his head down. You can hear him groaning and growling by your ear. Rinne was drowning in the same overwhelming pleasure and emotions as you were. 

“I love you, my honey bee.”

A deep thrust burying his cock as deep as it would go in you punctuates each word.

You couldn’t even respond before you are overtaken by the force of your climax. You shudder against his sturdy body as you are thrown into clear bliss. The immense amount of pleasure runs through you in waves and you find yourself clenching around him more than expected.

Rinne lets out beautiful— damn near melodic— breathy moans himself. A couple more deep thrusts and he is holding you in place as his cum fills your hole. He gives a few shallow thrusts before he stops, pulling you on top of him.

You and him lie there, skin to skin and catching your breaths. His fingers move to stroke your hair.

A soft smile appears on his face as he hears your quiet voice.

“I love you too, Rinne.”

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untitled: Rinne Amagi x Female! Reader

how does one differ our unrealistic view in the world meet sad reality. that those stories we read are impossible to be true. after all we are not the protagonist and the main character as were simple the mob character to someone greater story. that what was things you thought as live another ordinary life walking back home, reading things that can only be thought a fiction. 

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A/N: happy rinne day!! I knew I needed to squeeze in a little something for him :) I love him with my whole heart… but you already knew that. I also wrote this so I could squeal about his birthday without being annoying to my friends lmao

*ೃ༄ once a year

Rinne sighed as he shut the door behind the last few guests — leaving him, you, and the joyously messy aftermath of his surprise birthday party in your shared apartment.

How lovely, to have been surrounded by the people he cared about, dancing and drinking and having a good time on the anniversary of his birth.

Although, if he was being honest — being the subject of such celebration felt… strange.

Did he really deserve it? To have friends who would arrange something like this for him? To have a lover who showered him with birthday kisses the moment his eyes opened in the morning? To have his birthday or himself recognized at all? Rinne had always wanted to be appreciated and seen, but now that he had it… he didn’t know how to handle it. It was all so overwhelming.

Conflicted, he turned his gaze to you, watching as you absentmindedly plucked a few pieces of shimmery confetti out of your hair. “So, do you feel older?”

A grin spread across his face; of course you’d ask that. “I can feel the back pain settlin’ in already, darlin’.” He joked, taking one last swig from his soda can before crunching it and tossing it into one of the various trash bags that had accumulated in your living room, filled to the brim with discarded gift wrap.

“That’s okay,” you smiled — just like you always did, “I’ll massage it for you, old man.”

As the two of you worked to clean up the mess littering your apartment, you noticed that Rinne had adopted a rather… sullen expression: eyebrows slightly furrowed, pools of cerulean not focused on anything in particular; the face he wore when he was deep in thought.

You placed one more throw pillow back on the couch before pausing, slowly walking to where he had been hunched over the counter, taking a small break of his own. Gently, your knuckles traced the skin of his cheek. “What’s up? Don’t want your birthday to be over just yet?”

If only that were it. With a slow blink, he rose back to full height, turning to face you. “Nah, it’s not that,” he said, “it’s just…”

It was easy to tell that he was experiencing some serious inner turmoil about telling you, as if he didn’t want to bring your mood down. But you could also tell that he hadn’t completely closed himself off — he was just searching for the right words.

Rinne’s heart squeezed in his chest, somewhat shyly taking your hand in his. “I…” he took a breath, “You didn’t need to do all of this for me.” His voice was small, quiet; ashamed.

Admittedly, you were afraid that this was coming. “Rinne,” you spoke, fondly and adoringly, “I know, but I wanted to. You deserve it.”

You deserve it, your voice rang in his ears. He brought you into his arms, clinging to you a little harder than what would be considered comfortable; but he needed the physical reassurance. Your fingertips softly raked over his clothed back, taking in his scent — warm, like a bonfire on the beach.

“I promise you do,” your words were punctuated with a kiss to the side of his head, “More than anyone else, Rinne; plus, your friends and I had a lot of fun putting all of this together for you. Even HiMERU couldn’t hold back a grin at the thought of your face when you opened the door.”

It made your heart ache, to know that he felt lesser than. It hurt badly enough when you caught on for the first time many months ago — but this reminder, on his day, crushed you more than anything else ever could.

“I know it’s hard to feel like you do, but I wouldn’t lie to you. You deserve it all — everything.” The praise made his ears burn. “I’d serve you the world on a silver platter, if I could.”

It was incredibly difficult to render Rinne Amagi at a loss for words, but you always managed to hit home; so instead, he held on tighter, hoping you’d forgive his sudden childishness.

Not that that’s anything you’d ever hold against him, of course. You cradled his head against your shoulder, soft red locks meeting your fingertips. You wondered what he was thinking.

Many things, many things — all of which could be summed up by: how did I get this lucky? How did I get this far?

“That so…?” he mumbled, “I’d do the same for you. A million times over.”

You sighed contently, glad to hear his voice again. “Well I’d do it a trillion…”

“Yeah? Try quadrillion.”

“Hm… I don’t know what comes after that.”

A small grin spread across his lips, pulling back to get a good look at you — beautiful, wearing the smile that he loved oh-so much. One that could always uplift him. “It’s quintillion,” Rinne chuckled, “But still, can’t ya’ let the birthday boy win, baby?”

A complaint threatened to spill from your lips, but you held it in, instead choosing to be grateful for his reestablished good mood; in the end, his happiness was all you had wanted out of today.

You pretended to think it over, tapping your bottom lip with a pensive index finger. “Alright, fine.” You concluded, appreciating his usual shit-eating grin, “But in exchange… I want you to accept what I said earlier.”

A prolonged silence filled the air. Not one of discomfort, but of deep thought.

“Please…?”

“Well…” Slowly, Rinne cupped your cheeks with warm palms, gently bringing your foreheads together. He always looked so tender in the night. “Yeah, I will. But only ‘cause it’s you… And, thanks.”

Thanks — for the wonderful birthday party, for your patience, for your love.

“Don’t thank me. I had fun.”

Don’t thank me — my love for you is an active choice, you’re all I need.

The beauty of your relationship was the little need for words. Your mutual understanding went far enough — Rinne never thought he’d have something like that. You’re all his, he’s all yours; to have someone so close would have been unimaginable before he met you.

“So,” you continued, “does the birthday boy have any final requests?”

As the clock ticked towards midnight, his lips grew closer to your own — and his hands travelled downward, resting on your waist. With his palms squeezing your hips so deliciously, you decided that perhaps the mess within your tornado victim of an apartment would have to wait until morning.

“Maybe a few.”

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