12 Works by kavehstham
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"You're so smooth!" Reo exclaims, running one cold tentacle along her arm. "So much softer than I imagined. Your skin is incredible and warm— and these—" His tentacle traces along her collarbone, down to the swell of her breasts. "What are these? Why do you have these?"
"They're, um." Nagi swallows, a jolt of something pleasantly warm thrumming through her body. "They're breasts. Humans have them."
"Not all humans," Reo observes. "I've seen others from the surface. Some have them, some don't. Why?"
"It's... complicated," Nagi says, because explaining the very human concept of gender seems like way too much effort right now, especially when his tentacles are doing very distracting things to her body.
"I like them," Reo decides, continuing to grope her. "They're soft."
(or: nagi seishiro gets captured by a very beautiful, very touchy sea creature, and is whisked and frisked by the whims of the prince of the deep waters.)
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"I want you," Reo said simply. "Ah, Nagi, my treasure, I want you so fucking badly I can't think straight. Let me take care of you. Let me prove I'm good for something. Please? Anything, Nagi, anything— just— please, let me help?"
There was a moment of silence, and then Nagi's hand was in her hair. "You're already dripping, aren't you? Reo's the type to get wet all quick, like a pervert."
It wasn't really a question, but Reo nodded quickly anyway, heat flooding her cheeks. Pervert, she said to herself, though the voice sounded a lot like Nagi's. Weird, creepy pervert who gets off to helpless depressed girls like some kind of—
"Hey. Show me," Nagi commanded, and the authority in her voice sent a shiver down Reo's spine that had her choking down an uncomfortably loud whimper
(or: when nagi ignores her calls, reo rushes to see her and make sure her precious treasure is still where she belongs.)
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"Take me," Reo says, and it sounds like a prayer, like a condemnation, like the last words spoken before an execution. "Take me back to shore and take me apart. I need—" His voice breaks. "I need you to."
Nagi's hands tighten on Reo's waist reflexively, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to bruise. Good. Let there be marks. Let there be evidence that this happened, that they happened, that for one night Nagi Seishirou was allowed to touch Mikage Reo and call him his.
"You sure?" Nagi forces himself to ask, even though every cell in his body is screaming yes, yes, take what he's offering before he changes his mind.
Reo laughs, bitter and beautiful. "No. But I don't care. Do it anyway."
(or: nagi seishiro holds mikage reo, one last time.)
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“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” Reo says suddenly.
Rin’s brow furrows. “Like what?”
“Like I’m someone you should be kind to.”
Rin tilts his head. “What if you are?”
“I’m not,” Reo says. “You just think I am because I look good in shitty bar lighting. And because I give good head ”
That earns him a faint huff of laughter. “Dont oversell yourself. It's only just above lukewarm, you know.”
(or: mikage reo and itoshi rin, one morning after.)
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- Part 3 of three-pronged misery
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“…woah,” Nagi breathes, eyes wide. She leans closer without touching, gaze caught between the hardened length and the tight, twitching pucker beneath. Her lips part like she’s seeing treasure, her cheeks tinged pink, but her stare is shameless. “…so this is what Reo looks like down here. Hi, Reo's asshole. You're so pink.”
Reo groans, dragging his arm over his face. “Don’t fucking talk to it?!”
(or: nagi gets reo to make good on his promise of doing everything for her, including letting her fuck him.)
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- Part 2 of bury me in your skin
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“Ne, Reo, what’d you used to think about? Back then. Like, when we were teenagers.” Nagi scratches his messy white hair, trying to look casual, but his heart’s doing a funny little thump in his chest. “Your fantasies. Y’know.”
Reo’s hand pauses in his hair. When Nagi glances up, there’s something uncharacteristically hesitant in his expression, like he’s deciding whether or not to pull the curtain back. Finally, Reo exhales through his nose.
“…an affair,” he admits. "With a sexy older woman."
(or: mikage reo's type was once older women. nagi seishirou takes that personally.)
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Nagi is, as Reo is finding out, super dangerous. That same gentle voice is saying, flat as ever: “Reo, stop thinking so much. Just rub it or something. It hurts.” As if Reo's hand isn't pressing down on her massive hard-on.
Reo makes a strangled noise. “You— you can’t just say that like we’re talking about, like, passing drills or something!”
“Do you wanna talk about soccer instead? Would that help you get it going?” Nagi asks, tilting her head, utterly unfazed.
“No!” Reo explodes, face hot.
“Then touch me,” Nagi says simply.
(or: nagi assumes that reo's word to help her out with anything troublesome extends to, well, everything. reo doesn't really know how to explain that he wasn't really envisioning public handjobs in that category.)
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- Part 1 of bury me in your skin
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“Seishiro,” he drawls, voice husky with laughter. “Ah— be gentle— god, you really don’t have an off switch, do you?”
Nagi’s lips drag over the column of his throat, wet and hot, nipping and sucking and mouthing at every patch of skin he can reach. “Don’t need one. Not with Reo.” His breath shudders, his voice dropping to something rougher. “Well, Reo made me this way. Reo’s gotta take responsibility.”
Reo laughs, but it breaks into a gasp when Nagi nips at the hollow of his collarbone. “Irresponsible little mutt,” he chides, but his fingers curl in Nagi’s hair, pulling him closer instead of pushing away. “So desperate you’d take me on the kitchen counter?”
(or: reo has a moment where he's worried nagi might disappear. nagi can't have that happening, not when he's content to live in reo's arms forever and ever after. well, if reo won't listen to words, nagi will have to prove it with his body.)
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Perhaps, if Reo was raised normally or treated better, he wouldn't be here—in the dark, in Nagi's dorm, looming over his sleeping figure, hands itching to touch and mark and claim—but Reo doesn't know this, doesn't know morality, doesn't know that a body belongs first to the person who lives inside it. Besides, Nagi was a treasure that belonged to him and him alone. He'd found him! It's not like anyone else really saw him, anyways. But Reo had. So he was Reo's.
The idea of Nagi belonging to someone else, even Nagi himself, before he belongs to Reo is absolutely ludicrous, downright absurd. The very thought of Nagi belonging to anyone but Reo makes Reo's stomach churn. He has to strike first. The best defence is an undeniable offence, and so, Mikage Reo's hands, guided only by the faintest moonlight and his own unstoppable desire, push up Nagi Seishirou's shirt, revealing the expanse of pale skin underneath.
(or: mikage reo has been dreaming of sucking nagi seishirou off for ages. Right now, while nagi's soft with sleep is the best time to do it, right?)
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"I was thinking," Reo says conversationally, as if she's not currently twisting Nagi's sensitive nubs between deft, manicured fingers, "about getting these pierced."
The casual tone doesn't match the intensity in her eyes. Nagi's breath catches, partly from arousal and partly from mild alarm. "Why?" she manages to ask.
"So I can put a chain through them. So everyone knows you belong to me." Reo's thumb circles one nipple, then pinches it hard enough to make Nagi gasp. "So you can't forget who owns you."
"No one sees me but Reo," Nagi points out, though her voice comes out breathy and distracted.
(or: nagi's reo comes home from work mad. obviously, this means sex.)
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"Rin," Reo demands feverishly, hands never straying from his face, eyes desperate and hungry. "Rin. Kiss me again."
"Ghh," Rin says, eloquently. And then, just so he can get the last word: "Who's fucking stupid now, huh, Reo?"
Reo laughs against his mouth, warm and drunk and sloppy, before kissing him again, his hand roughly finding its way down the front of Rin's pants.
"This time," Reo grins. "I think it's you."
(or: itoshi rin is a crucible of want, and what he wants most—what he craves with a desperation that frightens him—is a fire that'll never be his.)
Series
- Part 2 of three-pronged misery
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don't let me hold you, don't come back to my door by kavehstham
Fandoms: Blue Lock (Manga)
30 Mar 2025
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When Mikage Reo wakes up, he's in Itoshi Rin's bed.
He doesn't remember how he got there, but it's far from the first time this whole scenario has played out. It's not as disconcerting as before; it's not as mortifying as it should be. There's a coffee, a few cookies, and a tablet of his standard migraine medication by the nightstand, and Reo swallows it (and the growing self-loathing) quietly.
(or: the hands that hold mikage reo and the name that spills from his lips belong to two different people.)
Series
- Part 1 of three-pronged misery