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Redamancy

💛 Luca Kaneshiro x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿.

✧ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, spicy 🔞

✦ — Word count: 5.8k+ | Ao3

redamancy | pronunciation - ‘red-a-“man-sE(n.) the act of loving someone who loves you back; a love returned in full. — After a night out with friends, Luca can’t stop thinking about his relationship with you. You are his world and he wouldn’t trade it for anything. But he can’t help but wonder, would you want to take your relationship a step further?

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“Wait–wait,” Mysta’s eyes blink repeatedly, eyes hazy with alcohol. “Wait. You’re telling me the two of you have been together almost a year and haven’t had sex yet?” From across the table, the mafia boss's hands twitch, eyes locked anywhere but on his friends.

“Mysta.” Ike immediately chastises the detective, shooting him a disapproving look.

Said brunette nearly yells back, “What!? I’m just surprised! Yeah, they’ve been in a relationship for a year, but he’s had feelings for them long before that. Hell, he’s known them longer than most of us have!” Blue eyes lock back onto the large blonde. “To be clear, I’m not like judging or anything. Just curious. Have you ever asked or talked about it?”

The novelist shakes his head, sighing at the direction this conversation has taken. “There’s always the chance they’re on the ace spectrum, Mysta. You can’t just assume these things.” He raises his drink to his lips. “Or it could just be something neither of them is interested in. Not everyone is interested in sex.”

When Luca finally raises his eyes from the table, ears all red, he finds Shu silently watching him. “We can change the subject if you don’t want to talk about it.” He sends the sorcerer an awkward smile, raising both hands as he starts to speak.

“No, no! It’s, uh it’s fine! We’ve just…” His eyes dart back down to the table again, his face no doubt red as his flush refuses to go away. “We’ve never really talked about it. And I didn’t–.....” Luca paused as he reflected on of his next words. “I didn’t want to seem disrespectful, ya’know? So I figured if they ever wanted to discuss it, we would.”

The Brit across the table scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. “Oh please, you’re incapable of being disrespectful Luca.” He raises a hand to point a gloved finger at the blonde, lips curling into a teasing smirk. “Himbo.”

“What!... I’m not a himbo!” Luca immediately denies. “I’m mean and evil! A big scary mafia boss! I'm not a himbo...” He pouts, eyes looking off to the side as his last statement trails off.

“I mean… you do check off all the credentials though…” Shu smirked into his glass, trying his best not to choke on a laugh as the blonde’s head turned quickly in his direction, shooting him a betrayed look. “Just saying!” Ike shakes his head with a laugh. Taking pity on his friend, decides to move the topic to the new series he was reading, making the aforementioned mafia boss extremely grateful as the topic finally shifts away from his sex life. Or rather lack, therefore of. Relaxing back into the faux leather of the booth seat, he cradles his drink between his hands, crossing one leg over the other as his eyes trail around the bar.

They had rented the place out for the evening so that they could relax and share a few drinks without having to worry about being recognized. No matter how casually they dressed, it was hard to miss the mystical creatures that the majority of girls were; being so easily recognizable and all. Currently, those same girls were scattered in groups around the bar. Some were tucked away in booths, while the majority were enjoying themselves on the dance floor. Luca can’t help but giggle as he watches Uki quite literally drag Fulgur and Sonny to join the girls dancing; both looking extremely awkward as they’re pulled along. Lilac eyes continue their trek across the room before finally, they come to a stop on you.

He watched as you stood with Vox in front of the sound system, arguing over music choices. “No. Nonono, Vox, you don’t understand–”

“I don’t understand!? You can't simply play ‘Party Rock Anthem’ this late into the night! We either all have to be completely sober or shit-faced to enjoy that song in its entirety!” The voice demon argues.

“And yet you wanna play a song by ‘Queen’? The perfect karaoke band? How is that any different!?”

Before Vox could speak another word, Nina appeared beside the duo. “Alright babies, since I've already collected the next round by myself and you still haven’t decided on a song, it’s mommy’s choice.”

Luca can’t help but laugh as the two of you comedically groan in unison, “But Moooom!”

“Sorry honeys~”

The pair retrieve the trays from the ex-goddess before shuffling their way back to the tables. Once you set your tray down, your hand affectionately reaches up to squeeze your boyfriend's arm. "Doing okay, love?" You wondered aloud, thumb running soothing circles over the fabric of his dress shirt. It's such a simple action, yet every time you do it his heart still skips a beat. He reaches up, clasping his hand over yours before taking your hand and intertwining your fingers together. He gives a soft 'mh-hmm' drawing your hand closer before pressing a light kiss to your knuckles.

His eyes flicker up to you, "How 'bout you? You okay? Hmm?" Your expression softens further, nodding your head with a smile. A disgruntled groan draws both of your attention back to the rest of the group.

"Wow, thanks for reminding the rest of us how painfully single we are." Mysta pouts as he slumps over the table, the only one that actually looks bothered by that fact. The sound of your laughter fills the air, causing an immediate grin to tug at the blonde's lips.

"Awww don't worry Mysta! You'll find the perfect person, eventually; you're an absolute catch after all, despite what you think." You finish with a wink in his direction, which causes the detective to jokingly sob before facing Luca.

"Dammit, man! Why’d you have to steal them away first? Unfair."

Luca can't help but smirk as he leans further back into the booth. "Of course, I had to steal them away. I'm the mean and evil Mafia boss, remember? But…" Lavender eyes trailed up to lock on yours, a flush creeping over his cheeks as he pulled your still-clasped hand back to his lips. “...they stole my heart first. So it's only fair that I pay them back by stealing theirs." Mysta groans again causing Shu and Ike to laugh, the sorcerer patting the detective's back while Nina and Vox coo at the two of you.

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A couple of hours later, the pair of you stumble through the door of your shared home, hand distractedly waving the Lucub that was your Uber, goodbye. Your hand skims the wall in search of the switch as you try to catch your breath, laughter continuing to shake through you; struggling but being able to close the door with your other hand. Your boyfriend was in no better state.

"Can–can you believe it? I didn't think he would actually climb up and dance on the table!" Luca laughed, clutching at his sides.

"You literally told him he didn't have the balls to do it! You have got to stop being such an enabler!" Wheezing, you place a hand on your chest and try to slow your breathing. The blonde only laughed harder. "We're so lucky we'd rented the place out, we absolutely would have gotten kicked out!" After briefly catching your breath, you use your feet to fumble with your shoes but let out a startled sound when you're suddenly swept up in muscular arms. "Ah–Luca!"

Said man continued to laugh as he pulled you into the living room and out of the entryway, beginning to dance you around the furniture; humming a tune of his own. You struggled to keep up with his sudden movements, but not once did you attempt to stop the impromptu dance. His exaggerated movements eventually slowed before he pulls you closer to him, watching as the smile never left your face. He wraps an arm around your waist to draw you flush to his chest, the other clasping one of your hands in his. Your free hand slides up along his shoulder before resting at the nape of his neck. His face and ears are warm as he feels your fingers play with his hair softly.

Luca continues to dance you around the room slowly before lowering you in a dip. The way you ease your body into it, trusting him fully not to drop you, sends butterflies fluttering in his stomach. For a moment he feels like he’s in a dream – the way moonlight peaks through the window, bathing your skin in a soft glow. Or maybe, he half thinks, it’s just the residuals of all the drinks he’s had. Yet he just can’t help the way he stares down at you, holding you suspended in that pose; this kind of feeling can’t only be explained away with alcohol. Only he gets to see you like this – completely comfortable in his arms. You are his, and his alone, and he couldn’t be happier with that thought.

Your eyes flutter open, meeting his awed gaze. The enormous smile that’s been on you since he began this impromptu waltz grows gentle as you take in his expression hovering over you. That fluttering feeling intensifies as he watches the sheer open affection dance in your eyes, and he’s speaking before his brain can even properly process – his tone full of nothing but admiration, “You look amazing.”

Laughing with a hint of shyness, you parrot back at him, “You look amazing.” Your expression grows cheeky as you grip him tighter.

He lets out a little flustered laugh as he shakes his head. “No, really. You look amazing.”

His tone is so serious it catches you off guard, eyes widening for a split second before you pat his chest, letting out a small chuckle. “Okay, we’re both still tipsy.” You pull yourself up while gripping his shoulder; trying to stand up as you regain your footing. Luca quickly realizes and helps with a supporting hand on your back. Though once you’re standing properly, he gets a better look at your face – a chance to see how flustered you are by his words before you duck away, head downcast to hide your sudden rush of shyness.

“Maybe, but–” he slides his hand down your back, pulling you closer by your waist to be against him– “you really are so pretty.” His free hand reaches up to grasp your chin, leaving you no choice but to meet his eyes. There’s definitely alcohol still coursing through his system. He was rarely this bold without some of it in him. As his thumb brushes against your lower lip, his voice gets softer and deeper the longer he continues to speak. “So damn gorgeous...” He leans into you, your noses brushing as his lips ghost over yours; eyes remaining locked. “And you're mine.” His words have weight to them, and it doesn't take long for him to depict it, lips feverishly pressing against yours.

You’re barely able to let out even a sound as his lips mold to yours. Every time your lips part to catch your breath, the more his lips seem to seek yours out. Luca’s chasing yours with something toeing the line of desperation and need. Strong hands clutching at you in such a way that you knew could leave bruises if he so wished, yet his strength was something he was acutely aware of – even with his alcohol-addled mind.

His tongue brushes against your lips and there's not a second wasted before you open your mouth to him, allowing your tongues to brush against each other. You can still taste the drinks on his breath as your hands trail to tangle themselves in golden strands. Pulling out the golden clip, you can't help the content sigh, leaving you at the feeling of his soft hair falling against your fingers. Luca’s own hands began shifting, his hands sliding over your form; slipping their way under your shirt to grasp at your bare skin. The cold leather of his gloves causing you to shiver, his hold on you growing tighter. Yet you suddenly realize where the two of you have been heading, when the hand you have in his hair tugs, and a moan slips from his lips.

You attempt to pull away. However, Luca chases after your lips. “Wai–” You can’t help the noise that leaves you as Luca’s hands grope at your hips, attempting to pull you further against him. Your hands fall from his hair down to his shoulders and attempt to nudge him back. And although he makes another attempt to recapture your lips, he allows you the distance. Breathless from his kisses, you finally say, “Luca wait…” You have a feeling he’s not even aware of the whine he lets out as he finally allows you to take a full step back, his grip loosening but never fully retracting from you. “We’re still tipsy we shouldn’t–I don’t want–” You let out a frustrated breath, head foggy from both the alcohol still in your system and the intense make out you just had. “I don’t want to be tipsy the first time we’re together like that.”

Lavender eyes go from half-lidded to wide-eyed, blinking owlishly at you as the words sink in. You watch as his face shifts from surprise to an emotion you can’t quite depict, before finally settling on serious. With the firm nod he gives, you’d almost believe he was sober if you hadn't seen him down a few glasses at the bar with your own eyes; not including what you could taste on his lips. He tugs at the hem of your shirt lightly, silently asking if you’d move closer. Taking a step forward into his space, he leans in to press another kiss to your lips – much softer than the ones you shared seconds prior. This time, he doesn’t chase after you when you pull away, his eyes looking at you apologetically.

His flush deepens as you chuckle, lips brushing against his cheek before stepping back once more, lightly patting his chest. “Okay, we should drink some water, maybe get some food in us too.” One of your hands raises to tug the collar of your shirt away from your body; almost having to peel it off your skin with how warm your body has gotten. “Definitely take a shower. I’m so sweaty after all the dancing tonight.” You say with a light laugh.

Luca smiles lazily as he watches you make your way to the kitchen. His head still feels like it’s buzzing; mind racing as he thinks about how your body felt in his hands. As he idles there, still in the middle of the room, his thoughts drift back to his earlier conversation with the boys. He can’t help the way he shifts in place, feeling a mixture of nervous excitement. The conversation wouldn’t be as hard or awkward to broach as he initially thought it could be; the previous minutes playing through his head. Luca’s eyes follow you as you amble back into the room and pass him a water bottle. A quick ‘Thank you.’ escapes his lips before he uncaps it, downing about half of it immediately. There are simultaneous ‘Ah's’ as you both finish drinking, causing the two of you to laugh.

Meeting his eyes, you tilt your head toward the staircase, eyes going between it and him. “Do you want to use the shower first? As sweaty as I feel, I don’t mind waiting.”

The mafia boss tipped his head in contemplation. His eyes mimicked yours by looking back towards the stairs before meeting yours again, mouth opening before closing in hesitation. He takes another gulp of his water before nervously stuttering out, “We–we could both take one, ya’know. Together. Bathe together, I mean.” You're not even given a second to respond before he seems to start backpedaling, shaking his head aggressively. “We don’t have to! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable! You can just take one fir–” His jaw shuts with an almost audible click as your hand rests lightly on his forearm.

“I wouldn’t mind, Luca.” You soothe, looking at him with adoring fondness. “Are you sure you’d be okay with that? I know we typically change in the same room together but…” Your sentence trails off, but he understands what you mean, anyway. He shifts his arm, positioning it so he can clasp your hand.

“I am,” He says with a firm nod, “I want to. I–you know–” He swallows as his voice starts to shake from embarrassment, pausing to collect his words. “I like taking care of you; want to care for you in that way, too.”

Now you can feel yourself growing flustered as well. Taking a deep breath, you nod your head. “Okay.” The smile you receive could rival the sun’s warmth. He pulls your hand that’s still clasped in his up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before the pair of you part ways. Luca heads up to prepare the bath, while you grab extra water bottles, making the mental note to grab clean clothes to sleep in.

You can hear the water running as you walk up to your shared bedroom, the door to your bathroom wide open. Setting the bottles on the dresser, you start digging out some comfortable night clothes for the pair of you before joining him in the adjoined bathroom. Luca already has towels set aside for both of you, along with lighting one of your essential oil candles, filling the room with the smell of eucalyptus and tea. He was currently kneeling beside the large tub, one glove removed, as his bare hand dipped into the water to test its warmth. You’ve noticed he tied his hair back, likely not wanting to get it wet before bed; remembering he took a shower before you left to meet with your friends. Setting the clothes on the counter as the blonde finally turns the faucet off and stands. Though he must have not heard you enter the room, as he nearly jumps when he turns to find you behind him. A tell of how lost in thought he is considering how acutely aware of his surroundings he normal is.

“Oh, hi–umm…” You can practically feel the nervous energy radiating off of Luca. His hands fidget with the glove he’s still wearing before taking it off. His nervous eyes can only look at you for a few seconds before letting them settle back on the tub. He's out of his element here – unintentionally causing a standstill between the two of you. The awkward seconds you both are just standing there become increasingly long in his head as he tries to think of a way to break it. Should he just start undressing? Should he help you undress? He doesn’t get very far into the thought process before you approach him, hands gripping lightly on his blazer, deciding for him.

“Need some help there, big guy?” He can practically feel his mind stop working, letting out a flustered noise.

“I–” He pauses, letting his brain process before continuing. “Yes? But shouldn’t I–”

Your hands help ease the white blazer off of his shoulders, letting it slip down his arms before turning and laying it nicely over the counter. When you turn to face him again, his lips are parted in surprise, brain trying to catch up with your actions. “Luca, you already do so much for me. Let me do this for you. Okay, hun?” He’s clearly still flustered, but nods his head in agreement, letting out a shaky breath as your fingers find the top button of his dress shirt. You refrain from making any comment, not wanting to cause your boyfriend to go on a tangent, but you can’t help but admire his pecs as they’re slowly exposed to you. Eyes tracing the lines of the tattoo you’ve seen a hundred times. Once it’s fully unbuttoned, Luca gives a small roll of his shoulders, helping the silky fabric slip down his arms. Before you can catch it, as it slips down to the floor, the blonde's hands move forward, lightly tugging at the bottom of your shirt. Without any preamble, you raise your arms to allow him to pull the fabric off of you.

The Mafia boss can’t help the way his eyes immediately trail down to your chest before coming to a stop at your hips. His hands subconsciously reach out and brush the tips of his fingers along them and he can feel the way your body shivers at the almost ticklish sensation before pulling his hands back as he realizes what he was doing. He’s so unsure of how to proceed, not used to being this intimate with someone. Yes, this is far from the first time he’s seen you in some state of undress. Except this was the first time he’s ever helped undress you. This is one of the very few situations where you are more experienced, Luca never having gotten this far in a relationship before. Hell, this is his first proper relationship. Though he didn't have the time to casually look for lovers when it came to his line of work. He's thankful because you even accept him for who he is, and what he does.

He’s jolted back to the present once more when he feels your fingers tug at the belt on his pants. “Can I take these off too, darling?” Luca lets out a heavy breath, not realizing he had been holding it.

“Yeah. Can I also–” He brings his hands up to thumb at the button of your pants. Giving your consent, you both undo the other pants. Once they were as far as you each could take them, you both stepped back to finish removing them until the two of you were left standing in your underwear. To speed this part up, you both removed them yourselves; placing them in the clothes hamper to clean later.

Once those were set aside, Luca offered his hand to help you inside the tub. Smiling, you thank him as you step in. A satisfied sigh leaves your lips as you sink into the warm water. Making yourself comfortable against the back of the tub, you reach your arms out – gesturing for Luca to join you in the tub. You can practically see the gears start turning inside his head, his mouth forming a small ‘o’ as he connects the dots. There’s a stutter to his movements. However, you can tell it’s from embarrassment rather than hesitation. He joins you in the bath, eyes so focused on the water it almost makes you laugh. Luca sinks into the water and makes himself comfortable between your bent knees; facing you.

One of your hands rests on his upper arm as you ask, “Is it okay for me to wash you?” The tips of his ears are still a bright red as he gives a quick nod of approval. Picking up the small cup you keep here for baths, you fill it before pouring the cup over his shoulders. You can’t help but watch the way the water rolls over his skin, eyes tracing over his chest and tattoos. Once his skin is damp enough, you reach over to grab his body wash before pausing as an idea strikes you. “Luca, could you turn around for me? I think it’d be easier to start with your back.”

“Oh, uh, okay like–” He does his best to turn around without sloshing the water too much, making sure as well to not bump into you. Once his back is to you, he looks over his shoulder at you and asks, “Like this?”

“Mhm, perfect thank you.” Finally picking up the body wash, you pour a bit of it onto your hand. After you place the bottle aside, you lather the soap between your hands before reaching up to massage it into his shoulders. He grows a bit tense instinctively before relaxing into your touch, his eyes closing briefly in contentment. Working the soap into his skin, you ease the knots out of his shoulders. By the time you reach his lower back just above the water, he's completely relaxed under your touch. You rinse him off before placing your hands lightly on his shoulders, leaning your head forward to speak. “Lean against me, please?”

He looks at you again, a small crease between his brows. “Like against you?” When you nod, he continues. “But won’t I be too heavy?”

“No, it’ll be fine, I promise. Besides, I like it when you're against me.” Your hands gently urge him to lean back against you, rubbing small circles into his shoulders. It takes a moment before his toned back is resting flush against your chest. The warmth of his skin causing you to smile. Luca swallows, still red in the face, and if anything it grows darker. He can feel the way your heart beats against his back and it makes his own feel like it skips a beat. Not to mention the feel of your bare chest against him makes him glad that you couldn’t see his face, knowing there's no way you wouldn’t tease him relentlessly for it.

You pick up the body wash again, soaping up your hands before slowly bringing them to hover over his stomach. His breath hitches even as you just barely brush him before they fully settle against his warm skin; spread fingers dangerously close to his pelvis. When he doesn’t pull away, you allow your hands to start rubbing the soap into his skin. Your fingers edge towards his elevated thighs, swiping lightly over the place where his hips meet said skin. The effect it has on the blonde is instantaneous; letting out a shuddered breath before dropping his head back on your shoulder. His breath fans against the side of your face in quick pants as your hands massage down his thighs, digging your fingers into any soft skin they can reach. Turning your head allows you to press soft kisses against the side of his face; watching him sink into your soft touch.

Luca felt like he was melting, eyes becoming half-lidded as he relished in your touch. Between the warmth of the water, your chest pressed against his back, your mouth– your hands– you. All of you. He couldn’t help but crave more. One of his hands grasps your wrist lightly, resting there as his other hand reaches up to cup the side of your face, turning his so he can meet your lips. Feeling your smile grow against his mouth makes him kiss you deeper, hand moving to the back of your head as he takes in your lips. Luca could kiss you for hours, the taste of your lips intoxicating to him. He wanted to be engulfed in the feeling completely, drinking in the entirety of you, and only you. Of course, he’d be too embarrassed to ever tell you this to your face.

The water shifts as he turns his body towards you, the blonde’s heavy breaths fanning against your lips every time you separate from each other's mouths. He fully sits up, causing you to tilt your head up as he towers over you, your back remaining relaxed against the tub. When his kisses start to grow feverish once more, you break away with a light laugh, pressing your free hand to his chest and pulling back enough to look him in the eyes; voice hushed as you speak.

“Luca, I haven’t even finished washing you yet. Come on big guy,” Your smile widens at the quiet whine he lets out, watching him pout.

“Can I help you?” When your head tilts in question, he clarifies, “Wash you? I want to wash you too.”

“Sure let me–” Your words are cut off as Luca’s large hands grab your waist, lifting you out of the water enough to switch places with you. He settles back against the tub before setting you in his lap, facing him. You shake your head with a fond laugh. “You didn’t even let me finish.”

“I know, sorry, but,” He blinks, pausing to think for a moment. “This way you can finish washing me while I wash you, yeah?” His hands shift from your waist to rest lightly on the top of your thighs. “What do you think? Hmm?”

Instead of responding, you pick up the cup once more; filling it before tipping it over his chest. He takes the cup from you once you're done with it and repeats the process with you. Pouring more soap into your hands, you pass him that bottle as well before finally bringing your hands to his pecs. Although he knew it was coming, a gasp still left his lips as your hands cupped his chest. Part of yourself is slightly jealous of how soft and large his chest is – though that thought is all but overwhelmed by the content feeling of knowing that this man was yours. Your fingers dig more into the muscle, practically groping him at this point, drawing out a huff mixed with both exasperation and shyness from the blonde that's your in the midst of feeling up. “They’re not that big,” He grumbles.

“They totally are.” You snicker. He opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off by swooping in for another kiss. It’s nothing more than a peck, yet you begin trailing these light kisses from his lips to his cheek, his chin, down his throat, before finally coming to a stop over his fast-beating heart. “I’m not complaining, though. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How damn attractive you are, physically and otherwise?” He gasps as your kiss turns into a nip, leaving a pink mark over the place where his heart rests. “I’m so lucky to call you mine.”

He’s unsure how to respond to your words immediately, feeling overwhelmed by his emotions. Biting his lip, he tries his best to return to his initial task; pouring some of the body wash into his hand before setting it aside and bringing his hands to your waist. They hesitate there for a moment before he starts to massage the soap into your skin. He flinches slightly when you cup the side of his face with one of your hands, your thumb forcing his teeth to release his now-swollen lip. His hands tighten their hold on your waist and the resulting groan that falls from your lips stokes the heat twisting in his stomach.

“You’re so beautiful.” The words are out of his mouth before he can even think. Leaning into you, he buries his face in your neck, brushing his nose back and forth against your collarbone. “So damn gorgeous.” Leaving a trail of kisses, he makes his way to your shoulder. “So gorgeous.” He mutters again. His hands slip further down, gripping the plush of your thighs. Luca feels your hand trail to the back of his neck, playing with the few short strands that have slipped from his ponytail. “You're so sweet to me. Sometimes I really don’t know what’d I do if I didn’t have you. And even if I get embarrassed and don’t have the words to give back to you, you always know how to read me like a book…” He brushes his nose against your skin once more before pulling back to look into your eyes, his gaze glimmering with nothing but pure affection. “I love you…. so, so much.”

Leaning your forehead against his, you smile warmly, returning his gaze with just as much vigor. “I love you too.”

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The two of you stay in the bath until the water starts to turn cold, wanting to get properly cleaned but also not wanting this new experience to end. After giving yourselves a proper wash, you both drain the water, reluctantly get out and dry off. Pulling on your sleep clothes, the pair of you fall into bed together, getting comfy under your big blanket. Luca takes up his usual position; lying partially on his side with you tucked into his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist while he runs the fingertips of his other hand along your back. One of your arms is tucked under your head while your free hand plays with the now loose strands of his hair.

“Would you really want to?” He suddenly asks; voice lowered into a whisper, believing if he spoke any louder, you'd somehow be overheard. You hum in question, giving him the sign to continue, “Y’know, want to be–” he stops for a moment, before looking down at you. “Do you want to be intimate with me?”

You're silent for a moment, searching his eyes. He looks utterly serious about his question and, after a moment, as you throw his own words back at him, “Do you?”

“Y–yeah?” His immediate response is hesitant before responding again, firmer this time. “Yes.” He lets out a shuddering breath, focusing on the feel of his hand trailing over your back. “I’ve thought about it for a while, but I know I’m pretty inexperienced. I–” his eyes dart away from you as his expression grows hesitant. “I know it’s dumb since we’ve never really talked about it, but part of me was worried that it would…” His voice trails off, leaving his sentence unfinished. You, however, could pick up what he couldn’t say.

A frown tugs at your lips, wanting nothing more than to shoo those thoughts away. “Luca, please look at me.” His lips purse for a second before he meets your gaze. Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss against his lips. He returns it, sighing contentedly as the tension melts from him. He’s much calmer when you pull back. “I don't need sex to have or want to be with you, hun.” You press another kiss to his lips. “I didn’t fall in love with you with the thought that I’d eventually get sex out of you. That would have just been a bonus. If you had even wanted that, of course.” You say with an easy shrug.

He swallows, before nodding, a small smile finally returning to his face. There’s a quiet moment before he whispers once more, “I’ve never done it before.”

“And that’s alright.” You acknowledge as your hand brushes his bangs back. “That’s why I don’t want to rush into any of this. Or be potentially inebriated.” Snuggling deeper into his chest, you rest your ear against his heart. The consistent thump of his heartbeat is the perfect song to lure you into sleep. “We can talk more about it tomorrow, okay? I’ll answer questions you have.” He agrees with a short hum, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I love you, Luca.”

“I love you too.” He buries his face deeper into your hair. “More than anything.”

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𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴

⠀⠀"No."

"Oh come on! You didn't even hear what we were going to ask you!"

"I know from your faces, you two are gonna ask for something stupid."

A whine and an offended gasp were hurt, making you finally turn away from the paper you were writing. Looking at the hulking build of the mafia boss wilting and the lean build of the fox detective who had dramatically raised a hand to his chest in offense, you sighed.

"Fine. What is it you two want?" Perking up, the blonde mafia boss immediately bounded up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You swore that if he had a tail, it would be wagging at an impossible rate.

Mysta slinked over, gracefully draping himself over your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder. A little too fox like at times, you steeled yourself in preparation for his request and subsequent sly coaxing methods.

"Well, we were thinking of going to visit our dear juniors at their dorms," Mysta started, letting one of his hand trail shapes on your forearm. You rose an eyebrow at what he said. There was no way that was all they wanted so you prompted them.

"And?"

"Mysta bought some water balloons so we're gonna pelt them with that!" Luca chimed in, lifting his head from your stomach where he had previously buried his face. A smack was heard behind you as Mysta facepalmed.

"LUCA!"

"What?"

"So why are you two asking me knowing I would say no especially after I heard your reasons?"

"Because they're not the only ones who want it."

A groan leaves your lips as you watch the red voice demon saunter into your room, dragging along the novelist and sorcerer. A resigned look painted on the blue novelist's face as a wary 'eyyy' left the purple sorcerer's lips.

"You got everyone in on it too?" An exasperated tone in your words, you turned to Mysta, who gulped at the close distance between your faces. He nodded slowly, a blush forming on his cheeks as his eyes darted down to glance at your lips.

Rolling your eyes, you shrugged the male off, letting him fall to the floor with a yelp as you pushed Luca off gently, standing up to stretch. As you did so, you could feel the heavy gaze of Vox as he stares at your shirt riding up.

"Did Ike and Shu consent to it?" You asked, hands on your hips as you watched the two aforementioned males dangle slightly above the floor. Vox raised a finger and opened his mouth, ready to speak, subsequently letting go of Shu who fell with an 'oof'.

"Without you three idiot peer pressuring them to." At that Vox put his finger down and closing his mouth before avoiding eye contact. This time Shu was the one who spoke up.

"I'm not against it exactly?" fiddling with his jujutsu, he shrugged as he juggled a small ball of fire, earning cheers from Luca and Mysta.

"Unlike the other two beside me, I explicitly said no." The glasses wearing male said as he turned his head enough to make eye contact with you.

"Until they forced you."

"Until they forced me."

Crossing your arms, you looked at the group of five males in your room, accidentally making eye contact with the blonde sitting by your feet who was making puppy eyes. A beat passed, then another, before you let out a defeated exhale which caused the group (save for Ike) to let out excited whoops.

"I'm only there to be civil and talk to them. I'm not in any way part of this. Agreed?" You spoke up, exhaustion already seeping into your bones just thinking about it. Ike immediately echoed the sentiment of your statement as the other boys nodded, albeit in discontent at both your participations.

"Let's get this show on the road!" Mysta whooped loudly as he steered you towards the door, the others following along with various degrees of excitement. It was gonna be a long day.

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laroserie · 1 year

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𖥻 luxiem with a sick darling

— characters : all of luxiem minus ike eveland ( vox akuma , luca kaneshiro , shu yamino , mysta rias )

— content : x gender neutral reader , romantic , fluff , the reader is called pet names , the reader is was a cold / something alike , vox threaten to strangle the reader with a scarf

— authors note : been sick lately. ( i apologize if anyone is ooc , didn't include ike because i have no clues of how he could act / do with a sick significant other, most likely take care of them at the best of his ability i.e get them meds and foods / water as well as blankies and that the most he could do and i don't know how to develop that )

— vox akuma , he could probably nag you then take care of you.

' you see ? that why i told you to wear a scarf ! i knew you could get sick ', he could go on for a while about how he warned you but you just couldn't listen to him and how next time you better wear the scarf or he was going to strangle you with it. He could most likely after his nagging session go right to taking care of you, after all how can he, your fantastic boyfriend let his miserable partner suffering all alone thought your sickness. He will make you drink soup, whether you like it or not ( he will try to make it to your liking as best as he can ). He could also insist on you staying in bed, not wanting you to move a single muscles, ' if you move and get any sicker how could i, your wonderful, incredible boyfriend will be able to resit wanting to touch you huh ? And if i do touch you i will also get sick and if i get sick, we will be both sick is that what you wa–...nt ? ' the chances are you felt asleep while he was going on and on about how you should just be a good little human and stay in bed. If that happen Vox will just sigh whisper to himself about how he must resist your cuteness and he will let you rest in the bedroom.

— luca kaneshiro, he could get sick with you.

Lucas will try to take care of you but his knowledge of 'how to care for my sick partner' is quite limited so he will think that the best way to get you up and running again is ... so cuddle you, kiss you and give you the most love he can. Which could be a good idea if that didn't end up in the mafia boss getting exactly sick like you the next day. You can try to protest and argue with him, that ' i'm really happy you still want to kiss me and hug me when i feel like slob but if you do, Lucas you will get sick too ', his only response will be 'babyy ... if i kiss you you will feel better right you always say my kisses help ... or may you lied ?? YOU LIED TO ME ? ' ... yeah you better accept his cuddles even if it end up in the both of you being sick or you having to take care of him the next day if you suddenly got better, but be prepared for a 'see honey? my kisses worked !! you aren't sick anymore ... maybe you should kiss me ! i won't be sick anymore that way ! ' ( don't )

— shu yamino, he could let you alone in it.

He doesn't want to abandon you to your sickness but the sorcerer doesn't want to get sick too. Don't get him wrong, he will get you medicines, foods, water, blankets and all that stuff, he just won't stay in the same room as you. He will send you text all thought the day to make up for it, it can range for a 100 words text about how he love you to a picture of a cute cat and a message with it saying ' look at the cat. ', he will send you messages about what he is doing. He may even try to make chicken broth for you ! ( he will take a picture of it and send it to you with a ' i'm a real malewife right babe ' text ). He will also most likely tidy up your house for you while your sick, he want you to not have to stress about cleaning up right after getting out of the sickness.

— mysta rias, he could try to take care of you and fail

Mysta will for sure try to take care of you but fail miserably. 'SWEETIE I GOT THE GOODS ( the meds )' '... Mysta thoses aren't the good ones ... but thanks you' or 'i made soup !' and it look burn, which is surprising you didn't know soup could burn but seem like you really do learn everyday. At some point between the burned soups and nearly ending you by putting too many blankets on you, the detective will realise that he is not made for taking care of you like that. But he won't give up ! His second plan is to try to make you think of anythings but being sick, if you have enough energy he will make you play somes lighthearted video games together, if not he will opt with watching a movie and for once he will let you choose which one you want to watch 'Are you really really reaaaaally sure you want to watch that ? ... You know what don't answer sure lets watch that you're sick you choose but next time i'm sick i better get movie choice right !' he will make you pinky promise that. Talking about getting sick, Mysta will most likely fell ill too soon after you, he doesn't restrict from holding you, kissing you on the cheek, holding your hands even if you are sick so be ready to take care of a sick fox soon enough.

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yourlocalgayelias · 1 year

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Cute head cannons cause I said so

(Nijisanji En edition)

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Masterlist

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★If he's not working this man will honestly tell you how much he loves you

★He does beg for affection when you're not paying attention to him

★If you are play with his hair and y'all are on the couch he full on will fall asleep on your lap

★If he does something to make you upset at him, he'll do anything to make it up

★He's always showing you off to his friends

"GUYS GUYS!" Luca said talking to the rest of Luxiem

"Baby stop." You said

"NO THEY HAVE TO KNOW YOUR BEATY!"

★Of course he spoils you

★While he works out he wants you to sit and spot him so he has more time with you

★After a meeting he likes when you bring him a snack or something to drink

★When he introduces you to his parents he introduces you as his future wife/husband

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★He loves you so much that if one person starts bullying you, lets say it isn't pretty

★Even if he's busy with paperwork he will check up on you if he didn't see you in class

★Your the only one who can pronounce his name wrong and him not get slightly annoyed only cause you call him babe or baby majority of the time

★If he's talking with someone and you walk over he will hold your hand while talking

★If your tired during class then he'll let you nap and hand you his notes after class

★Someone starts flirting with you that isnt him? He just waits cause he knows you aren't leaving him but the second he sees your uncomfortable he steps in

★Bring this man sweets while working and he will kiss your face off. Then he will eat them while offering you some of them

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★You are tired and he's streaming? He will let you sit and sleep on his lap

★You are the only one he'll let mess with his hair

★Breakfest in bed? He's always up to make it for you

★Show him your new outfit and he is complimenting you for hours

★He can't fall asleep without in the bed anymore and when he's flew out to see his friends he calls you so he can fall asleep easily

★He calls you älskling, baby, or even hunny

★He has you and him cuddling as his lock screen

★When he gets a call from you he instantly answers his phone cause he just wants cuddles

★If you have something you just want to talk about it cause it's something your interested in he will listen and then look it up later (if he doesn't already know)

#luca kaneshiro x reader #ver vermillion #nijisanji en #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro #ver vermillion x reader #ike eveland x reader #gender neutral y/n

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shoumeitsuki · 2 months

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luca kaneshiro × gn!reader

angst

characters : luca kaneshiro

side characters : -

warnings : character death, hurt no comfort (i think you know what's up), suicide❗❗❗, implied self harm❗

please do NOT interact if you are sensitive to the topics marked with exclamation marks (❗)

summary : your husband's asthma has been getting worse, but he's been saying that it's fine, and that he didn't need to go to the doctor. but...

i managed to cook up something!1!!11

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you are the significant other of luca kaneshiro, a boss of one of the most famous companies in the whole world.

you were doing chores, like sweeping & mopping the floors, cooking, organizing, being a responsible housekeeper.

you hear some footsteps, and are met with a hug from your dear husband.

"welcome home, dear." you greet, smiling as luca keeps you in a warm embrace.

"hey..." he greets back, still hugging you tightly. then, he coughs.

"oh, are you sick? or is your asthma acting up again..?" you ask worriedly, as luca tries holding back coughs.

"it's okay. i'm fine, don't worry about me." he says, patting your back reassuringly.

"if you say so... but please go to the doctor if the symptoms get worse..." you get worried. luca rarely got asthma attacks the past few weeks, but it seems something happened.

"you should work so hard, you know...? take a break, working without rest is harmful to your health." you advise, your voice soft, worry visible in your words.

"it's fine. the bills won't pay themselves, you know?" he jokes, however you didn't laugh.

"well... your inhaler is on the table. i'll prepare something that won't make your asthma worse, okay?" you say, before pulling away from his hug and going to the kitchen. luca just nods, letting go of you.

he goes to the bathroom to shower after a long day at work, while you prepare some chicken & rice with spinach and kale. you also cut up some fruits.

luca came to the dinner table, ready to eat. although he didn't enjoy vegetables a lot, he knew he had to eat them.

you two enjoyed dinner, and decided to do your own things. luca did his normal things like working.

it was 10pm, and you both decided to get some rest so you could wake up early for a new day tomorrow.

you two hugged and cuddled together, and eventually fell asleep.

the next few days were similar. his asthma getting worse, yet him refusing to go to the doctor and telling you not to worry.

⇚ ↺ ⇛

you both went to bed early, because you both had matters to attend to — luca needing to go to work and you needing to run a few errands.

when you woke up, you realized luca was not by your side. you thought that he probably just went to get ready.

when you went out, you saw luca.

but... he didn't give you a hug and big smile. instead, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥.

"luca!? a-answer me..! luca!" you realized tears were forming in your eyes. you immediately ran to get your phone, then called 911.

"h-hello!? 911...! my husband passed out, his asthma has been worse lately, but he saw it as nothing... but this morning, i found him passed out on the floor...!" you manage to sob out, you were so scared of what was gonna happen to him.

"calm down, where's the address? we'll send an ambulance right away!" the officer on the other side said, getting ready to dispatch an ambulance.

"i-it's xxx, b-block b xx..!" you tried calling yourself down, but you just couldn't. you started crying, breaking down.

"okay, i have dispatched an ambulance. stay on the call with me." she says, telling you reassuring words how your husband will be fine.

when the ambulance came, they immediately brought luca into the ambulance and set off to the hospital asap, as the officer on the phone hung up.

you drove the the hospital, and searched for the room luca was in.

you waited and waited outside, waiting for the news about him. your heart was racing, you were nervous.

a doctor went out of luca's room, and you hoped that he went to bring out good news. but, he seemed really sad.

"𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮. 𝙬𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜." the doctor said, "please be patient. really, we tried everything. but... 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵."

just those four words were enough to make you burst into tears. you were in denial, there's no way he's gone, right...? you two were being all lovey-dovey the other day... how...?

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ever since that day, you were in a deep depression.

you couldn't do anything, you couldn't even get out of bed.

you couldn't bear it. you couldn't bear the fact that your dear husband for five years, has passed on.

you didn't want to believe it. you tried convincing yourself that it was just a dream.

but, you have to face reality.

he's gone. and there's nothing you can do about it.

you sobbed day and night, you were so guilty. why didn't you bring him to the hospital, when you knew it was the right choice?

you felt like a horrible person.

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eventually, you got up. not positively, though.

you started hurting yourself, whether it be cutting yourself or not eating at all.

you felt horrible. you had no appetite, you didn't feel like you could ever be happy ever again.

one day, you chose a choice that will never be able to be reversed.

you chose to 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. hoping that, maybe you'll get to see luca in heaven, and you two could meet up happily again.

you went to the beach, and made sure to go to an area where there was nobody guarding it.

you slowly walked into the water, without stopping.

you went deeper and deeper into the water, you didn't care if your clothes were soaked by now.

slowly but surely, your lungs started getting filled up with water.

you couldn't breathe, though you were holding in your coughs to make sure there wasn't any unwanted attention.

eventually, you 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. everything was dark, and you hoped no one would find you. you were nowhere near the shore, after all.

maybe luca wanted you to live a long life, but you couldn't bear to live like that when your dear husband has passed on.

#luca kaneshiro #nijisanji #nijisanji en #vtuber #luxiem #gn reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #angst #no comfort #character death #vtuber x reader #gender neutral reader #luxiem x reader #x reader

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hoeforalbedo · 2 years

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Random Event :D (Closed)

Ends 10/31 and any unfinished request would still be posted because I’m not cruel.

╰┈➤ What is it about?

○ I will write stories about your interaction between your requested characters and the three oracle cards I pull out. I will be pulling three cards from either of the two decks I created. I will emphasis the decks I have further down below.

╰┈➤ Who will you write for?

○ Genshin Impact (minors excluded)

○ Luxiem of Nijisanji EN

○ Jujutsu Kaisen

○ Tokyo Revengers

╰┈➤ How do I request?

○ Preferably by your zodiac, your initials, what deck you want me to pull from, and a little bit about yourself and your personality. For example:

Zodiac: hkjfhaf

Initials: DN

Deck: Amodeus or Aphrodite

About me: yer mom

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╰┈➤ So what are my choices?

・❥・First deck, Lord Asmodeus

○ He is the demon sin of lust. He is also known as the god of revenge and gambling. (I’ll willingly sell my soul for extreme luck at genshin. There’s a limit sadly.) Lord Asmodeus is a King and expects to be respected and so for this deck I focused on having power. I also focused on pure lust. This deck is best for smut and revenge. Literally sex or murder.

・❥・Second deck, Lady Aphrodite

○ She is the goddess of love and beauty, sometimes war. Love and hate are just on opposite sides of the same coin. In this deck I focused mostly on different aspects of love. Innocent love, soulmates, and pain.

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luminous-letters · 2 years

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Library Date w/ Luca Kaneshiro!

"My heart will go on and on..." The dulcet tones of Celine Dion's vocals came out from the old record player. The vinyl spun as the nostalgic music played.

Luca Kaneshiro was peacefully dozing off with a half-read book over his face. 'A Crow's Vendetta', the lustrous, rose-gold font read. In the four corners of the book were the glistening images of bullets and scattered feathers.

"In the end, Buster found the Partridge family again. The reunion was in time with Timothy's eighth birthday celebration." You closed the book, 'A Canine's Travelogue'. It was one Luca recommended earlier, and in exchange you recommended him one of your all time favorites.

You shut the hard bound with a soft thud. "It was a refreshing story." You remarked, still feeling giddy from the story's happy resolve.

"Luca? How're you doing?" You cleared your throat, waking the napping mafia boss. "Erm, I actually haven't... haven't finished?" He abashedly replied, scurrying to get back on track with the plot.

"We can read it together." You offered, pulling out a seat beside him. "Thanks!" He chirped, golden wisps of hair swaying as he energetically moved.

"You like this book?" Luca asked, holding one side of the heavy leather bound. "Yeah, the plot's really interesting." You giddily said, your eyes scanning over the sepia page.

"Let's read now, shall we?" You asked, facing Luca with a gentle smile. "Sure!" He replied with a much brighter one, one that could almost melt hearts.

The sun spilled from the towering window, the bright afternoon light washed over your bodies. Your minds were whisked away to a world of words and fiction.

Your eyes sharply followed the rivers of plot, the images of the scenes became crisp in your mind like a clear film. "Whoa, so cool!" Luca cheered, his amethyst eyes glossing over the words.

"She cocked the gun, the cold glimmer of the nuzzle struck into the goon's heart like a bolt of lightning." You read, words as icy as the scene that played out.

"She's so badass!" Luca gushed, getting lost in the books plot. In a realm of crows, vengeance and arms. You felt a soft warmth within you. That smile, it's something....nice. It was nice, you concluded.

Time went by as fast as a bullet through the heart. Pages flashed in a heartbeat, words after words were consumed by your fiction hungry minds. Alas, you reached the ending.

"The crow learned many things; death, murder, deceit. But most importantly, she learned forgiveness. The cacophony of anger and hate simmered down into a sweet melody. The crow stretched it's wings and soared to forlorn lands, with lilies that now bloomed within her, rebirth." You read.

Luca was happily sleeping again, slumped against your shoulder. You chuckled to yourself, drifting to sleep yourself. "This feeling... it's worth keeping." You sighed to yourself, slipping away to a dreamy film of silver and gold.

#luca kaneshiro #nijisanji #nijisanji en #luca kaneshiro x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader #fluff #library date #books #writing #my writing

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justblades · 2 years

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QUICKIES WITH THEM !

♡ CHARACTERS : luca kaneshiro, sonny brisko + ren zotto x gender neutral! reader

♡ WARNINGS : SMUT, MDNI. exhibitionism, food play, oral sex, anal sex, public sex, size difference, not proofread.

LUCA KANESHIRO

it all started when the traffic flooded the blacktop highways causing a great headache for both you and luca. numerous beeping sounds, constant revving engines of the vehicles fill the air and you were beyond dismayed. this vacation was supposed to be an enjoyable one free of stress but the first step for it was already . . the complete opposite of the latter. his gloved right hand rubs your thighs in an attempt to soothe the annoyance searing in your mind while his left hand manages the black leather steering wheel.

he continues to keep on the lookout, whipping his head left and right to see if there were any signs of improvement of the situation already. the blond wears his black rimmed aviators as the sun rays' almost blind him from how sweltering hot the summer is— although it was already evident enough from the sweat staining luca's plain, onyx button down with patches of darker shades. you draw a long, blue sigh, irked from the events that keep on transpiring. when suddenly, you feel a thumb drawing viscules and irregular shapes on your clothed region, making you heave a deep breath and look at luca with a horrified expression.

luca pretends to not know why you're glaring daggers and just keeps on doing that. your inner thighs clench from the extreme sensation, the parching temperature making you feel dizzy as well. "luca . ." you murmur as your energy drops down, letting him do to you whatever he has in mind. "let's do something fun to pass the time."

before you knew it, you were straddling luca's lap as he continuously licks and sucks on your neck's sweet spot; all the while his cock was ramming in and out of your velvet walls. you were drained of patience and energy and in return you couldn't do anything but moan in esctasy while the male does all the work. it felt humilating to be doing it when you're surrounded with lots of people, but however, you couldn't care at all for they don't know any of your indentities. plus, this was a first ever public sex you had with luca, you can't stop, not when you're fully lapping his dick up by clamping around his size, seizing this bizarre yet contenting moment. you couldn't stop even when you've been sensing multiple pairs of eyes set on the both of your figures, basking in pleasure in the middle of a heavy traffic. "luca, luca, please faster."

SONNY BRISKO

barging into sonny's office with no forewarnings, you skipped your way inside and welcomed the blond with a tight hug plus a homemade dessert on your hand. "sonny our oh so hardworking vsf officer! here, i baked something for you!" you exclaim as you see sonny's lazulline eyes twinkle with wonder and excitement at the same time. you unwrap the ribbon keeping the container closed and a wonderful sight welcomes his vision.

it was a dark forest cake with his name written on top with the use of neon yellow frostings— solely catered for his preferences and colors he adore. the male dips his finger on the whipped cream which caught you by surprise and proceeded to get a quick taste. "hmmm." he hums, pondering what are the perfect words to describe your masterpiece. sonny then places the cake atop his desk table and pulls you close to his chest, his heart pulsates loud and fast from the thin white button down he was wearing.

you were in a confused state as you couldn't budge but melt from his sweet gestures, but then it all takes a sudden turn when his hands roam down your lower region and his tall nose brushing along the sensitive spot of your ears. "eat first before this." you mumble weakly but sonny's breaths deepens in exchange, getting a proper whiff of your signature scent. "i have my food right here." the flaxen haired responds as he forcibly spreads your legs open, gently stroking your sex with his slender, calloused hands.

it felt absurd to be bent over sonny's office table while loud moans continue to slip out of your mouth. he's licking the neon colored frostings smeared on your naked back as he thrusts his hard dick into your loosening hole, eyes darted on your body— making sure he cleans your skin off the whipped creams. you yelp whenever his tongue flicks lower and lower as well as when he pushes himself deeper and deeper, you swear to heavens it's not like sonny to do this. but you highkey hope this happens more often.

REN ZOTTO

teaching him all about human anatomy, you give him permission to see your body and experiment with you until he finally grasps the concept of each part. it was a ludicrous proposal you asked ren out of the blue— the shocking part of it was he accepted and now you're stuck in this predicament. his sharp rings trace lines on your skin until your lower region, his eyes widening upon examining each detail. you couldn't do anything but to cover your eyes in embarrassment, but when ren touches your genitalia, it almost makes you cream from the feeling.

"what? don't tell me to stop now, something is telling me we're just getting on to the exciting part." his smooth voice chimes into your ears like a big tease, and ren does it again. this time, his pointy, peculiar tongue glides all over your hole's surface. "ren!" you call out to him, wanting to be spared some piece of mercy on your body but he refuses to do so. he uses his hand along with his mouth to lap your sex up endlessly, continuously doing strokes and circling motions around the part.

for a mere mortal, it felt surreal to have your region sucked on by an alien who happened to enjoy too much of your abashed reactions from his skillful movements. "are you sure you're not one of us? you can't be too good at this!" you whine as you clasp your hands on his smooth ebony strands, while ren only beams you a toothy grin in return.

"is there anything you can do to satisfy me too?" he shoots the question and as if another soul took over you, you spread your legs open to let him see all of your body. he hums in approval and licks his lips in anticipation— he finally buries his enormous cock inside your tight walls, the warmth your body exudes is one that comforts the alien in the most sexual way as possible. his pace picks up the more he thrusts into you, to the point you could no longer keep up with his tempo and your pelvis just giving out until the very last pound. "cheeky bastard of an alien are you?" he snickers, sunset and teal irises squinting into two crescent moons. "you just knew?"

my masterlist !

#luxiem #luxiem smut #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #luca kaneshiro smut #noctyx #sonny brisko #noctyx smut #sonny brisko x reader #iluna #ren zotto x reader #ren zotto smut #sonny brisko smut

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shuyamino · 2 years

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LUXIEM IN COLLEGE

pairing(s) : ✒ ،، mysta rias x reader | ike eveland x reader | vox akuma x reader | luca kaneshiro x reader | shu yamino x reader

summary : ✒ ،، You're attending Nijisanji University and meet a couple of interesting characters ...

note : ✒ ،، my 100th post, ayoooo!! some of the details here are from my own experience in uni, which hopefully adds more realism to it :3 i'm currently working on 3 longer wips, so ive been a bit slow with writing. i hope this makes up for it <3!!!

SHU YAMINO AS THE TECH SUPPORT ʿ ⟢

SHU is works at your campus' Genius Center — which is just a fancy way of saying the college IT workers. From what you remembered, they help out with various of tech-related services. Which is perfect for you, after your laptop suddenly died one night.

You basically ran into the campus support center the following morning and thrusted your laptop into the nearest Tech Support you can spot — this essay was due that evening! You knew you shouldn't have procrastinated, but you did anyways.

Shu wasn't too shocked about your actions — by now, it was fairly normal to have various college students panicking in the lobby. He holds your laptop, voice calm as he asks you what the problem is.

You're rambling a bit too much. Jumping around topics and making a flurry of hand movements. But he's nodding along, lips still curved to a comforting smile as he leads you towards one of the desks in the small building.

Once you finish your explanation, he has your laptop open and clicking away at the keyboard.

"Um — s-so, can you fix it?" You ask quietly, peeking over his shoulder to look at your laptop screen.

"Well, it looks like you have a... couple of viruses." He answers, craning his neck just to look at you from over his shoulder. "You said you had an essay due soon?" You nod, lips pursed.

"Well… I can help fix up your laptop but if you had your essay saved in a Drive, you can borrow a laptop here and finish it up." You thank him as he heads to the back to get you a campus-issued laptop.

For a good chunk of that day, the two of you sat in this corner — him, trying to fix your laptop and you, trying to finish the rest of your essay.

SHU abruptly stops to stretch his arms up above his head, groaning slightly as he fixed his posture. You'd gotten more than half of your essay finished — thankfully you had the foresight to save all of your online references in a separate outlined document. Since you ran to the tech support building the moment you woke up, you didn't have time to eat breakfast. It wasn't long until your stomach began to protest that mistake. Your cheeks burn red as your stomach groaned — just loud enough to catch Shu's attention. His eyes glance over yours, lips slowly curving to a warm smile. "I...was thinking of taking a coffee break, do you want to come grab something with me?"

It isn't until much later after he helped fix your laptop that you find out that the campus tech support doesn't help students with their personal laptops.

Nor do they take them out for coffee.

MYSTA RIAS AS THE CLASS CRYPTID ʿ ⟢

MYSTA is a student that you thought was failing your shared course — he was fairly late the first day and looked like he rolled out of bed before running to the lecture hall.

He sat beside you at the back corner of the lecture hall after being sternly reprimanded by your professor. He didn't seem to be bothered by it, if anything, it looked like the scolding went in one ear and out the other.

The rest of the semester continues like this. Since it's a general edu class, you're not quite sure what his major is. There were some days when it looked like he was doing comp sci work. Another day when he was reading an online textbook about primates (Anthropology, maybe?). And there were even some slower days when he would just sit and watch anime with a pair of discrete Airpods.

There were some days when he'd notice you staring and he'd turn on subtitles and tilt his laptop towards your direction. Other than this, the two of you rarely spoke to each other. Just small talk at most — it was easy to joke with him, at least, but other than that, you didn't really see him outside of this lecture hall.

Least to say, you've grown morbidly curious about him as the semester progressed. There were a few things that you knew about him — he seemed to like the color orange, if his clothes were anything to go by, and he liked anime. In addition to these facts, you were fairly certain that he was failing this class.

So, imagine your shock after receiving the results of your first exam and you spot a clear 100% on Mysta's paper compared to your 69%.

MYSTA must have noticed you staring because his head snapped up from his exam paper directly to you. You jump slightly, startled at getting caught staring. His eyes trail down to your paper, lips curving slightly at the red mark on your paper. Just as you're about to accusatorially ask him what he was grinning at, he points at the number with a laugh. "You got a 69!" Your jaw slacks because it wasn't exactly what you'd expected to come from his mouth, all the while he keeps laughing about the funny number. You're sat there with an absolute deadpan expression all the while the oh-so mysterious classmate laughs at your score. Not because of how badly you'd done — no, he's laughing because it's a sixty-nine. "Aw, don't pout." Mysta says, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. His voice lowered, edging slightly towards a mockingly condescending tone. "I can help you study for the next test, if you want~"

The "study session" actually just consisted of watching more anime and eating.

IKE EVELAND AS THE CAMPUS LIBRARIAN ʿ ⟢

IKE works in the campus library!

He's known for being very friendly and approachable. Any and all anxiety disappears the moment you see him. He just has a really comforting vibe! Students that tour first years around campus make sure to tell them about Ike Eveland. ("If you ever need help around the library, find Ike!")

Ike often works behind the counter on the first floor, but there are moments in which he's putting books back where they belong in the other floors of the library.

You frequented the library — mostly taking advantage of the air conditioning, the tables and comfy chairs, and the quiet floor to take naps in during your free time.

When you weren't studying or finishing up course work, you were usually just sitting around the quiet room to take a nap or just have some downtime from your hectic classes and loud campus.

Despite this, you haven't really spoken to Ike. You never had to, anyway. But you have heard of him — more often than not, you hear people around the other floors whispering and giggling about the cute librarian on the first floor. It doesn't take a genius to know who they were talking about.

The first time you meet him was by pure coincidence.

"Stupid book…" You muttered, already standing on your toes as you stretch your arm up above your head. It wasn't even placed on the highest shelf — just a shelf above your reach. None of the step stools were around either, leaving you to fight this alone. Just as your fingertips managed to reach the book's spine, another hand came into view and easily pulled the book out from the shelf. Your head turns, ready to thank your savior, before you realize you're basically face-to-face with the one and only — "Y-You...!" You stammer before you can help it. IKE tilts is head slightly, seemingly unaffected by the distance between the two of you, or the lack there of. His torso is brushing against your back and you're basically caged between his body and the bookshelf. Your heart thrums against your chest — the loud drumming filling your ears as your cheeks fill with heat. "Sorry, it looked like you needed help." He explains, as he holds the book out for you. You close your mouth, hoping that he didn't notice the way your jaw slackened at the sight of him as you wordlessly take the book from his hand. You're fixing your hair before you can help it — a nervous habit at most. The others weren't exaggerating at all, you think, as you sneak another glance at Ike. He is just as pretty as most people say — kind eyes with long, pretty lashes and a kind smile. Is it a little weird to note that he smells like vanilla too? "I'm still around here for a bit, if you need any more help you can come ask me, okay?"

VOX AKUMA AS THE NEW PROFESSOR ʿ ⟢

VOX recently graduated from grad school and is starting his first year as a professor in Nijisanji University! You're lucky enough to be able to attend his first ever class in your last year as an undergrad.

He's teaching English Literature and even while most students are taking this class to fill in for their general education, he expected the lot of you to still take his class seriously.

It's an hour and thirty minute long class and he spends the first few minutes just talking to the class and reading a short poem every Friday.

Even though it's his first time teaching, he's really good at explaining concepts and various analysis. In addition to this, he's very attentive to what the class (and individual) needs.

It's hard to think that it was his first time teaching, not gonna lie.

On top of his attentiveness, Professor Vox was both pleasing to the eyes and ears. It wouldn't be an over-exaggeration to say that he became a fairly popular professor to the entire student body.

As easy as this class was for the most part, you were still struggling with being able to analyze and connect some literary devices.

So, seeing the bright red C- and a 'Please see me after class', in your latest exam wasn't much of a shock

Professor VOX didn't seem disappointed when you approached him at the end of class — if anything, he seemed concerned. You tried to ignore the wary looks your classmates gave you when you approached him though. It was already embarrassing to get such an awful grade, even weirder knowing that your classmates are imagining some weird porn scenario in their head right about now. He greets you kindly despite your grade and is already packing his things up for the next class. You're nervously fidgeting with your thumbs — you've always hated having to talk to professors about your grade. No matter how kind they were. "I'm really sorry," You start, before he can start his 'I'm-not-disappointed' speech. Vox's eyebrows quirk, before his lips curl to a comforting smile. "I just…I kind of understand everything — " "There's nothing to apologize for," He cuts you off with a small wave of his hand. "If anything, I want to be the one to apologize. I should have noticed one of my students struggling." Your heart skips a beat. It's unfair for him to be handsome, attentive, and kind. Your cheeks flush before you can help it — a deep flush that makes you sweat a little under his gaze. "I-I think it's just hard to connect these kinds of things for me." You explain, hoping that your voice doesn't come out too high pitched. "It really isn't your fault." Vox seems to mull it over. "Well, I won't force your hand on the matter, but if you'd prefer, I am open for one-on-one tutoring sessions."

LUCA KANESHIRO AS THE DORM CUTIE ʿ ⟢

The dorms were co-ed, though the male and female rooms were separated in different wings. When you first started college, you were required to live in the dorms.

Bumping into the opposite gender wasn't anything odd, though you'd be a liar to say that you didn't have moments of confusion upon seeing some rando standing about by your dorm room.

You meet LUCA on your way to one evening class — an unavoidable class, unfortunately, if you want to stay on track for your 4-year graduation. You bump into him past the common room, where he's making a sandwich.

You don't recognize him right away, but he does you.

"Oh hey!" He calls out, holding a sandwich in his hand. "I remember you from orientation. Where are you going?"

He seemed friendly enough, so you explain to him where you were heading. It wasn't until a few seconds into the conversation that you realize that he was in your orientation group. His name was at the tip of your tongue — Leo? Luke? — Oh, right! Luca.

LUCA blinks, looking confused when you explained to him where you were heading — almost like it didn't even cross his mind that people would take classes this late in the evening. You stare back, more or less confused about his reaction than anything else. He reminds you of the typical frat boy — wouldn't be too surprised if he did end up joining a fraternity after living in the dorms. Broad shoulders and a big build. And his thin white shirt isn't doing much to hide the dark tattoos on his chest. His medium length blonde hair is messily tied up too, like he'd done it in a hurry to make his sandwich. He is cute though. "Well, I should go." You say, pointing towards the elevator. It was the first day — or, evening, you guess — and you really didn't want to be late, even if it meant being able to talk to someone like Luca. "Oh, wait! I actually have somewhere to go right now. Is it cool if I walk with you?" Luca asks, still smiling brightly with his sandwich. You can't help but squint at him. It was clear that he wasn't planning on going out anywhere. He must have noticed your suspicion because he quickly adds, "It's late, you know. We can keep each other safe!" You realize then what he was hoping to do. You couldn't help but beam at him; your lips curling to a wide smile. You agree to his offer, deciding to play along with his excuse. Just this once. His own face lights up at your response. His response reminds you of a giant giant golden retriever. "Pog! Lemme jus' grab my jacket."

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