content. 1.7k wc ( headcanon + drabble ) , up to 0.3-0.6k words per part , slight hurt with comfort , fluff , slight crack in nagumo’s part , established relationships , (kind of) unhealthy relationships , characters might be ooc , crappy writing , them being absolutely miserable like some kicked puppies , this was a request.
author’s note. sorry for the long wait anon and I have returned with a sakamoto days post la la la !! this was lowkey funny to write because I love boys being absolute losers for their girlfriends yuhh
NAGUMO YOICHI.
he isn't shy at all — actually the very opposite and doesn't really mind if you try to ignore him. instead, he would still find himself trying to converse with you and be all over you despite your clear distaste after the argument. he actually didn't take the argument for something serious yet after realising you were being serious, he tried to pull his act together (still failed to do so).
"Look! I took my day off to keep you company!" he surprised you as he bursted into the kitchen.
Nagumo's eyes immediately landed on your figure at the counter and making your own breakfast, expression filled with blankness and your own gaze glued to the food.
You didn't even bother to glance into his direction. And it just took a tic of him to not lose his mind — he hates getting avoided. Around others like Shishiba or Osaragi? He doesn't care.
Actually he doesn't care at all.
But if it's you? You will notice subtle hints how it's tormenting him.
"What are you doing today hmm?" he hummed and made his way behind you, "let's go out!"
"Alexa, play shut up and drive by Rihanna." you said loudly and continued to mind your own business.
Leaving a message by using Alexa huh?
He planted his chin over your shoulder and let his arms delicately wrap themselves around your waist. "Alex, play sorry by Justin Bieber."
A sigh escaped your lips as you furrowed your brows, eye twitching slightly in annoyance.
"Pleaseeee!" he dragged out the word into its length and began whining, "I'm sorry! Please forgive me!"
No reaction. Instead the sound of your knife hitting the board grew in volume to overturn his own voice.
Just know it was driving him insane as he decided to drop his forehead on your shoulder and leave out a breathless chuckle. "You really know how to push my buttons..." he whispered.
"And you? You don't do that at all huh?" you finally replied.
This was just the start of it.
ASAKURA SHIN.
one word to describe him perfectly? desperate. clearly desperate for your attention and also affection — he may act nonchalant and as if it doesn't take a hit against his whole, don't be fooled. inwardly, he is dying. but he doesn't want to admit it since he still thinks you both were wrong in the argument. what makes it worse, you two worked together the day after.
"Can you pass me the packs?" you questioned loudly and extended your hand.
For Shin? It was a reflex. His hand immediately placed itself over the several packs as he stood in the same aisle, just a few steps away from you. He knew what you needed and was ready to pass it.
"Here!"
But Lu already did, seconds faster than him. Seriously — it was a hit to his face as he realised how he was about to pass you the packs despite knowing you weren't on the best terms.
And he also knows that you were talking to Lu instead of him!
"Thank you, Lu." your lips curled into a carefree smile, "in fact, can you stay here? I need someone to help me."
"Sure! What do you need?" she replied with a cherry smile and neared you impossible close.
Well it wasn't that close, but it was close enough to throw Shin off. His eyes stealing a few glances occasionally as he tried his best to do his own job and ignore you.
On second thought, it was too hard for him to ignore you.
"Can you help me sort this out?" you pointed at the various things and then to the corresponding shelves she should put it in.
Usually, you would've asked him to help you and he wouldn't hesitate to rush to help you. Why don't you ask him though? Even if you are on bad terms, you're still here to work.
Yes. You are work colleagues. You could have asked him and you didn't. It's not like he's disappointed or upset (which he totally is) — yet asking Lu out of all people? The lazy one who had no plan of sorting out the shelves?
Seriously?
He huffed out and immediately snapped his head back ahead, lips forming a straight line and a frown settling on his face.
"Sorry." is all he could mutter out, barely a whisper and too quiet to catch.
He is so desperate.
UZUKI KEI.
tries to brush off your attitude towards him, acting all nonchalant next to you and also doesn't lose many words about the argument. of course he notices that you started to ignore him after the last words shared between you and also — you always start the random conversation. now no one mutters a word. yet he tries to open up a conversation while apologising.
The silence was heavy to say at least. Almost suffocating — which is why Gaku to leave the room and hide in his own, not being able to play well in such heaviness.
Everyone in the group knew what's wrong. With everyone, I meant everyone happened to know about the little fight you and Kei had because of your worries over his safety.
Yet Kei is stubborn. Enough to let the urge grow to rip out all your hair and throw them at his handsome face. Hell you even forced him to eat more!
That man looked like some kind of corpse with those sunken cheeks and empty, dead eyes.
And man, he avoids everything when his own health is involved.
"Thanks, Kumanomi..." he trailed off as he received a meal from his sister.
"No need to thank me, Kei. [name] is right, you should eat more." she folded her arms and disappeared again, mission already accomplished.
What now? Yes, here he sits. On the couch. Next to you. Yet there was some space between you.
The man slowly lifted his head and glanced to you, watching how unbothered you were — watching some silly videos on your phone. His hand raised as he began to stir before taking one bite.
"...I'm sorry." he began slowly yet surely, trailing off since his mind couldn't form a coherent sentence. "Eh... I think uh— you were right."
You listened. Of course you did. But you tried to play it off, eyes glued to your screen while waiting for his next words.
"I should take care of myself more. Thank you for worrying about me... I really appreciate it." he showed his gratitude with a faint smile ghosting over his lips. "I hope you aren't that mad anymore."
He waits. The seconds passing felt like hours. And it urges him to part his lips again.
"Please don't ignore me..."
"You're such an idiot." your eye twitched slightly and eventually looked up from your phone, "hell yes, you should be grateful for my worries. Don't brush it off anymore! And you have to finish this, alright?"
"Yes, ma'am."
That's right, he was miserable.
GAKU.
oh god — good luck with him and silent treatment since he simply does not care. he does enjoy your silence more than anything, moments where you two just sit together, your shoulders touching and embracing the warmth. yet the longer you keep this going, the more annoyed he is. and he also doesn't like the idea of you walking away whenever he enters the room. his patience is slowly wearing thin and at the end, you won.
It's not as if he feels bad — and he also knows you're right when you said you two should spend more time together and go out instead of staying in the hideout all the day.
But you have to accept that Gaku is a hella lazy man, his hands always having to grip onto his phone or gaming console when he isn't busy with the missions or anything.
Yet also you shouldn't also forget — he doesn't even try to put any effort into your dates. Or anything else around the relationship.
No wonder why you are so mad, he understands. It's just, he doesn't understand how to better himself since he's always been like that.
"G'morning..." he muttered and yawned as he entered the room, bare muscles flexing.
"Wear a shirt." Kumanomi immediately narrowed her eyes and scrutinised him.
"Yeah..." he twitched at her glare and lifted his gaze from the screen, searching for your figure. "Where's [name]?"
"[name]-sama just left the moment you set a foot into the room." Kashima pointed at one door.
Surprise, surprise! It was your door to be specific.
"Oh." he let out and rubbed his neck.
"You two should make up." Kumanomi folded her arms, "or else you'll be left miserable."
"What a way to tell me..." Gaku grumbled and made his way to your room.
At the end it was just her way of caring and he's aware, so he doesn't take it in a mean way. She's right. You should make up.
But the moment he opened the door that lead to your room (without the decency to knock), you already rose from the seat and wanted to walk past him.
It irritated him. At first he didn't mind much but now? He doesn't like this petty fight at all.
"Wait a second." he grasped your wrist and dragged you into the room again. "I'm tired of this back and forth. Actually leave out the forth part..."
You stared at him, lips forming a straight line as you raised a brow. "You think I'm not annoyed?" you questioned, "this is how I feel. Sometimes I feel like an obsessive ex following you around."
Silence. He doesn't dare to say something yet, mind too puzzled.
"And now I want you to better yourself. Don't talk to me if you aren't ready yet."
His fingers are still wrapped around your wrist as he parted his lips, trying to form a normal sentence — to reply and not let you stand here alone, to make an effort you aren't the only one talking.
"I... am ready." he whispered under his breath, "I just don't know how to start."
Of course he is willing to try. It's not like he wants this relationship to end.
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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬◞﹒୧ . As an introvert and fan of romance games, you've always lived in your own world, too socially awkward to make friends. However, if there's one person who really likes your nerdy personality, it's Gaku, your brother Uzuki's best friend. His eyes are always on you when you enter a room, and the few times you talk, he listens with attention and without judgment. He has a soft spot for you, and during a car ride your friendship turns into budding love.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬◞﹒୧ . 5.6k words, black!fem!reader, plus!size!reader, fluff, romance, hyperfeminine!reader, nerdy!reader, stoner!gaku, affectionate!gaku, mutual pining, insecurities, intimacy, otome references, car ride, smoking weed, declaration of love, kisses, neck kisses, hickeys, first time, virgin!reader, unshaved!reader, smut, body worship, dry humping, oral sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, tits sucking, nipple play, car sex, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, size kink, missionary, gentle sex, sex with feelings.
𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬◞﹒୧ . [repost + edited] i love gaku downnnnnnn if you didn't know…
The smell of marijuana and the sound of your brother and his friends' voices drifted into your room. Even with your cat-eared headphones on, you could hear them laughing. You drew your lips into a thin line, wondering if you were going downstairs to see them.
A burst of laughter caught your attention, and you left your room holding your Nintendo Switch in your hand. Dressed in a pink pajama set consisting of a crop top with thin straps and mini shorts with lace details on the bottom, you walked down the black wooden staircase. You dreaded the moment you would meet a familiar red gaze that would travel over your chubby body with a slowness exaggerated by weed.
“The homebody is finally out of her room,” Uzuki turned his head toward you, sitting on the sofa in the living room. The large television set against the main wall of the room was playing the game ‘Resident Evil,’ with Uzuki playing Leon Kennedy. You didn't know your bookworm brother was playing and not the man you didn't want to name because his own name made you shiver.
“You're making way too much noise,” you sighed. You fiddled with your necklace as you approached your brother's group of friends.
Kumanomi, sitting next to Uzuki, gave you a smile that warmed your frantic heart, and you smiled back, even though it was shy and awkward. The closer your steps got to the person who was making your body hot, the harder you swallowed. Head lowered to the floor, your eyes darted to the black sneakers in front of you. The only free seat was next to him. You sat furthest from him, staring at your Switch as you chewed the inside of your cheek.
“Can't I get a smile too?”
Gaku's voice, low in the octaves, a nonchalant timbre, everything that makes you throb your cunt, rose next to you. You mustered all the courage you had in you to turn your head toward your crush. Weed-red eyes met you. His face partially hidden by the hood over his head, he was smoking a blunt, leaning back on the backrest of the sofa. The shadow of the hood on his head made him intimidating, and you struggled to swallow. Even in his dark baggy jeans, you could admire the muscular appearance of his thighs spread apart by his manspreading stance.
He tilted his head, and his heavy gaze swept over your entire silhouette, lingering in places where your skin was visible, like your thick thighs, your lower pudgy belly, and your cleavage. You scratched the back of your neck, unable to find the will to smile at him, your face motionless. Gaku had a magical power over you: it was to completely short-circuit your brain with just a look or a word.
“You good?” he asked, bringing his blunt back to his mouth to take a drag.
“Yes,” you cleared your throat. “Did you have a good day?”
“Same shit every day, you know.” He exhaled smoke from his mouth. “And you?”
Embarrassment washed over you. You had spent all day playing your otomes. You thought for a few seconds to come up with a lie.
“Y-Yeah, I had a busy day.”
“Why are you always stuttering when you talk to me? I don’t bite.” His eyes narrowed. “Unless you want me to.”
Was your crush flirting with you? You had known him for years, but you had always been too shy to confess your feelings. The temperature in your body rose, and you suddenly felt too hot even in your tank top.
“You’re just kind of intimidating,” you dared to say.
He moved closer to you, so that your thighs were touching.
“Yet, I’m nice to you.”
“You’re mean to others?”
“I just don’t care about people,” he rested his head on your shoulder, and butterflies took flight in your stomach. “But I care about you,” he added. “Stop being so shy with me.”
His words were like a blanket over your heart.
“I’ve been playing my romance games all day,” you finally admitted. Blood rushed to your cheeks, your voice hesitant.
He glanced at your Switch.
“Don’t be embarrassed, I spend hours playing my games too,” he reassured you. “What’s your game this time?”
As if a switch had been turned on in your head, your passion for otome games overwhelmed you, and your voice became enthusiastic, losing its trembling.
“It's Hakuoki. It's a historical otome. It follows a group of samurai investigating our father's death. It's one of the best otome games out there; it has an anime and tons of different games. The characters are super endearing, the found family trope is super well-written, and the romantic endings are awesome. Even though you're only following one character's route, the characters are so well-developed that you become attached to all the others at once. It's a popular otome, so the voice actors are popular; one character is voiced by Nanami's seiyuu in Jujutsu Kaisen,” you said in one breath, your voice cheerful and your eyes sparkling as you talked about your passion. “Do you know Jujutsu Kaisen? I'm playing a visual novel fangame of that manga, it's awesome. I have to pay for the erotic endings, tho.”
Gaku had a gentle look over his face as he listened to you, finding you so cute to be so passionate.
“What’s your favorite character?”
“Okita,” you pointed to who he was on your Switch screen. “He has tuberculosis, and there’s a real focus on his relationship with his role as a samurai and his illness. Being a samurai is his whole life. He doesn’t feel capable of living if he can’t be useful to his friends. He’s extremely loyal and does anything for his loved ones. I love him so much.”
“You always love characters who are loyal and devoted to their loved ones. It was the same for Nicola in Piofiore.”
Your heart swelled.
“You remembered.”
He looked up at you. “Of course I did. You think I don’t listen to you?”
You shook your head, your face offered a shy smile.
“It’s just that everyone doesn’t care about my yapping about otomes.”
“Not me. I think about you when I have love and deepspace ads on tiktok.”
A soft chuckle escaped your lips. “You should download it.”
“Nah.” Gaku shifted on the couch, lifting his hips to sit up better. The gesture was sexy, warmth pooling low in your belly. He still had that natural sensuality; it was in his aura; he walked through the world with indifference and confidence, and it was so attractive to you.
You continued your otome route, Gaku's head still resting on your shoulder as he watched the choices you made. He let out low chuckles when he saw you get excited by a physical connection between the main character and the love interest.
Gaku smelled of weed and the masculine scent of expensive cologne. The scent enveloped you in a comforting and familiar hug. You wanted to snuggle up to him, but you were too shy. Actually, you didn't even know if your feelings were reciprocated; Gaku was so nonchalant, you never knew what he was thinking.
“Do you have a girlfriend right now?”
Your mouth had moved faster than your brain, and you wanted to facepalm yourself for being so tactless. Gaku kept a straight face, his eyes fixed on your fingers as they tapped the screen of your game console.
“Nah.”
Gaku had many relationships, but laidback as he was, he was easily bored with them once the routine set in. In fact, the only person he'd been interested in for so long was you. When he met Uzuki many years ago, when you were still young, he noticed you immediately. You walked around with ribbon bows in your braids and pink ballet flats, adorable and coquette, while most kids didn't care about fashion. Routine with you was comfortable. He could hear you talk about your passions without ever losing interest in the conversation.
Gaku's eyes lingered on your bare thighs a few moments before speaking.
“And you? I've never seen you in a relationship since I've known you.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks again.
“I don't even have friends, so no, I don't have boyfriends.”
“Ouch.” Gaku placed his hand on his heart, in mock-pain. “After all these years, you don't consider me your friend.”
You widened your eyes.
“Of course I do! I meant besides my brother's friends, I don't have anyone.”
“That's because you're focused on your inner world with your romance stories and don't pay attention to reality.” Gaku poked your temple. “If you opened up to the outside world, I'm sure everyone would adore you.”
Your eyes grew warmer.
“Thank you, Gaku.”
“No need to thank me, I'm just spittin’ facts.”
The rest of the evening passed with Gaku pressed against you, and you felt safe and interesting as he listened to all your monologues as you explained the lore of your games. When it was time for him to go home, he gave you a kiss on the temple before getting up from the couch and leaving the house. You already missed his scent.
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The next day, you were home alone when you heard a knock at the door. Surprise flashed across your face when you saw Gaku in front of you. His hood was down, his handsome face on full display. His height towered over you; he stood with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing his usual navy blue hoodie and black baggy jeans, with a silver chain around his neck. His gray hair was messy from the humidity, the strands slightly wavy.
His eyes roamed your body from head to toe, appreciation in his gaze. He lingered on your usual bows in your hair, the frilly hem of your pink dress that was the perfect shade for your brown skin, and your Mary Jane shoes. As usual, you looked like a princess.
“Uzuki isn’t here.”
“Didn’t come for him.”
“You came for me?” you asked, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, I've been thinking about our conversation. We only see each other when your brother is around, so you don't consider me a personal friend of yours. I thought we could go on a car ride together.” He raised his arm, revealing a grocery bag you hadn't noticed. “I bought some snacks.”
The butterflies from yesterday were returning to invade your stomach. You stepped back to grab your bag at the entrance and join Gaku outside. Your heart was beating a little faster; it was the first time you'd spent time alone with him, and you were excited. Gaku was an orphan and still a student, so his car wasn't the most expensive, but it was perfectly clean, and when you stepped inside, a pleasant scent of jasmine filled your nostrils.
“Want some?” Gaku took a blunt out of his pocket, and you shook your head.
“You’re always so proper and doing the right thing.”
You swore you heard a smile in his voice, but his face remained impassive. He started the car and put on a playlist. “More than ever” by Lucki was playing in the car, a soft rap song with a soaring instrumental. Gaku jerked his chin at you to get some food from the bag, and he drove with one hand on the wheel.
“What were you doing before I came?”
“Playing love and deepspace.” You nibbled on chips. “I’m trying to understand the lore of Rafayel and Sylus in their myths. I spent too much money on them again, my mother will scold me.”
“Rafayel, the fish?”
“Gaku! Don’t call him that. That’s my husband right here.”
He let out a low chuckle. “My bad. Right, I forgot you’re married. To like… 10 fictional men?”
“Marius from Tears of Themis, Yang from Piofiore, Chevalier from Ikemen Prince, Lance from Court of Darkness, Harada from Hakuoki, Yanagi from Collar x Malice-”
“You’re so greedy.”
You nudged him playfully. “You’re jealous because your life is boring without characters to obsess over.”
“Right, I’m so jealous.”
He stopped at the red light to let pedestrians cross and turned to you. His gaze was soft, his red eyes shining with a warm flame.
“Why do you like these games so much? What’s the psychological mechanism behind them? Escapism?”
Your mischievous smile faded, giving way to a serious expression.
“You really want to know? Do you promise not to make fun of me?”
“Do I look like I have enough emotion on my face to make fun of you?” He reassured you, focusing on the road again.
You took a deep breath, hands on your bare thighs.
“I don’t really think I’ll end up in a relationship one day.”
“Bullshit.” His hands tightened on the steering wheel.
“Gaku, you’re my friend, of course you’re going to believe in me. But I never managed to make friends in high school, and boys think I’m weird. When I play these games, I can immerse myself in a person who is loved for who they are. It’s very therapeutic for me; I always feel full after completing a route. These are games designed for women, so the love interests are written to meet our emotional needs.”
“You just haven’t found your person yet.”
“I’m afraid she doesn’t exist.”
“What if it’s me?”
Your hands, which were playing with the em of your dress, froze. “What?”
“What if I’m your person? I find you gorgeous, you’re not weird to me, and I love hearing you yapping about your game lore.”
His words made you dizzy. You opened your mouth, then closed it. Gaku didn’t have a smile on his face, just his usual calm face, which made you unsure if he was serious or if it was just a friendly way of showing his affection.
“Gaku, you can’t say words like that to a girl unless you’re in love with her.”
“You didn’t know?”
“What?”
He gave you a look, the intensity in it making you swallow hard. “I love you.”
It felt as if all the air in your lungs was trapped inside, unable to supply you with oxygen. Your hands trembled on your thighs.
“You can’t be serious,” you whispered.
“I’m not Nagumo, bullshit doesn’t come out of my mouth often. When I say that I love you, I mean it.”
Maybe Gaku was a man like that. A man who took what he wanted without asking himself several questions first. He was your opposite, you were socially awkward and was overthinking all of your interactions. Like yin and yang, you complemented each other, and maybe he was right when he said he was your person.
“I had a crush of you for years, I never thought it would be mutual,” you murmured, your voice shy, still wondering if it was a dream.
“We’re on the same page then.”
Gaku parked in a parking lot, took out his blunt and lighter, then lit it to wrap his lips around it. He leaned back on the backrest of the seat, smoke coming from his mouth. He turned to you.
“I don’t know how to be a good boyfriend. I don’t really care about a lot of romantic stuff, so just tell me what you want. I’ll remember and do whatever you want.”
It was a gentle side of Gaku that you didn’t know existed, but you deeply appreciated being able to witness it.
“I want it to be natural between us, so I’d like you to take the initiative. When you see me, aren’t there things you want to do with me since you like me?”
“Smoke weed and listen to you talk about your husbands.”
You chuckled. “Besides that.”
“You’re going to say I’m misogynistic and objectify you.”
Flustered, you looked away.
“You want to have sex with me?”
“Who wouldn’t? You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. But you’re more than your beauty. I swear I love you for more than that, I just don’t know how to be a good boyfriend. I didn’t have any love models when I was young; I always grew up in an orphanage. There is no love there. I just know how to have sex and… Smoke weed with you.”
His jaw tensed. You took his free hand in yours and intertwined your fingers.
“We'll be a team. I know a lot about romance. I can write a list of scenarios and activities I want to do as a couple with you, and you'll do them in any order you want. We'll establish rules for managing conflicts and arguments, and how to communicate when the other person is upset. We got this.”
You smiled at him, and his gaze grew warmer.
“Wanna go to the backseat? I have blankets, I wanna hug you,” he proposed. Smooth talker.
Your eyes lit up and you nodded.
With a few maneuvers, you found yourself in the backseat, sitting on his lap. Hands on your hips, he buried your head in your neck to press soft kisses, giving you goosebumps. His hands moved down to your ass to grip it firmly. The light kisses turned into open-mouthed kisses, his tongue caressing the skin and his mouth sucking the bits of flesh.
“I never did that,” you whispered.
He lifted his head from your neck, his red eyes dilated. A few grey strands fell in front of his gaze and his forehead, a different look from his usual slicked back hair.
“I'll take care of you. I'm good at this. It's the only thing I'm good at, actually.”
“Don't say that, Gaku.”
You dug your hands into his hair. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. He continued to kiss your neck and suck on the skin. A budding heat crackled low in your belly, and desire began to take hold of you. You wanted him.
Actually, you'd always wanted him. On Instagram, there was a photo of him at the beach with Uzuki and his friends. You couldn't even begin to count how many times you'd masturbated to the sight of his abs and biceps, how you wanted the hard planes of his body to rub against your softer ones, and how you wanted his nonchalant expression to turn into a blush of physical exertion. Every time you had a romantic scenario in your otomes, you imagined them at night with him.
“What are you thinking in that pretty head of yours?”
“Thinking about the fact that I've liked you for years.”
His mouth moved up to your face, tracing your jaw.
“I'm not as special as you for you to love me this much, you know.”
“I didn't know you had such an insecure side to you, Gaku.”
He nuzzled his nose against yours for an Eskimo kiss.
“I'm not insecure. I'm realistic. I don't do much with my life except go to the gym, play games, go to college, and smoke weed with my friends. I'm a dull work of art when you're a masterpiece filled with bright colors. I can't compete with your mind.”
His lips gently touched yours, and you closed your eyes while he kept them open, narrowing at the sight of your peaceful expression, pressed against him. You looked like an angel, a pretty princess, with your pink ribbon bows wrapped in your braids and the pastel colors of your eyeshadow. He could eat you alive if he could.
The soft presses of his lips became more demanding, his hands placed on your waist to pull you closer to him, and he lifted his hips to sit better against the back of the seat. With a small sigh, you opened your mouth, letting him enter, his tongue curling around yours in a slow, languid dance. His cock twitched in his pants as he sensed your inexperience in your kisses, understanding that he would be the first man to win your heart, and he resolved to be the last.
“Are you in love with me or do you just like the way I make you feel because I'm the only boy who listens to you?” he murmured against your lips.
“Don't say that,” you repeated, your heart aching that Gaku would think that of you. “I love everything about you. Whether it's the way you feel like you don't care about anything, or your ability to contain your emotions while mine overflow everywhere. You're like a quiet, reassuring force that I want to snuggle up to every time you're near me. I love your confidence, your diligence in the things you enjoy, and how you don't seem to be affected by the tragedies of our world; it speaks to a great strength of mind. You're still very caring with those close to you, and very attentive; you make sure your friends are comfortable around you. You're like a big teddy bear.”
For the first time in his life, Gaku's heart began to beat faster, and he couldn't explain why something twisted in his stomach as he listened to you. His hands tightened their grip around your waist, and his kisses became more aggressive. He nibbled your lower lip, sucked on your tongue, and rocked his hips against you so you could feel his erection against you. He noticed your flustered expression at his gesture, and the blood rushed even more to his bulge.
“Did the main character in your video games have their first time in a car?”
“Not really,” you chuckled against his lips. “It's romantic, and on a bed.”
“Are you implying I'm not romantic? I can be for you.”
He angled his hips to rub his clothed cock against your panties under your dress, and you arched your back, nibbling his lip as you closed your eyes. With each roll of his pelvis, you gyrated yours to meet his, in a dynamic rhythm that sparked a fire between you. The more his erection ground against your clothed cunt, the more desire engulfed you like a crashing wave, making you want more.
“Tell me how I can become like your otome love interests. Sylus, how does he take care of the main character?”
“You will never be him.”
Gaku suppressed an eye roll.
“Of course, I'm not a criminal.”
“Sylus is kind of submissive; he worships the main character. He wants her to feel safe with him. Even if she hurt him in the past, she's still the love of his life, transcending time and reincarnations.”
“Fuck him, honestly, how do I compete with that?”
Your quiet laugh filled the car. “But I can show you how you should make love to me. I've imagined this moment many times.”
You took his hand and placed it on your neckline.
“You can worship in your own way, no need to reincarnate.”
“I'm not used to being gentle in bed.”
“Maybe because you didn't like your previous partners. When you see me, don't you want to take care of me?”
His eyes softened. “Of course, I do. I want to treat you gently. You deserve the best of me.”
“So show me what the best of you is.”
Gaku cupped your clothed breast, kneading it through the light fabric of your dress, and licked his lips as he felt your nipple harden against his hand. He lowered the cups, and his lips closed over your right nipple to suck it while he pinched and rolled the other between his fingers. Your back arched more, and you let out a soft sigh, riding his erection.
He undressed you vertically, removing the thin straps of your dress and sliding it down so that your upper body was bare. He pulled his head back for a few moments to admire the view of your breasts, your nipples slightly moistened by his mouth.
You looked like a buffet, a buffet of sweet desserts, which anyone would pounce on if they had the chance to see it. Having your breasts in his mouth wasn't enough; he really needed to be able to eat you, just to keep you with him forever. But he couldn't tell you that without sounding like an orphan disturbed in his head.
He pressed soft kisses between your breasts, his mouth moving down to kiss your pudgy belly, your arms, your hips, and suck on any part of your flesh that had an excess of fat. Your brown skin was dotted with dark marks from his hickeys, but he didn't care. Now that you were his, he would claim you every day. And he hoped you would do the same, claiming him as yours.
He gently laid you down on the backseat and took off your dress. He kissed your feet, making you tickle, and his heart swelled at the sound of your little chuckles. His mouth traveled down your entire leg, and not a single part of your body hadn't experienced his lips on you. He kissed your inner thighs, but you suddenly clenched them. He looked up and noticed you looking away, flustered.
“What is it?”
“I’m not shaved.”
He cocked his head to one side, frowning. He waited several seconds to see when the joke would come, but you remained silent and embarrassed.
“Do I look like I give a fuck?”
To show you he wasn’t intimidated by your pubic hair, he slid your panties down your legs, and his hands parted your hairs to find a path to your tight heat. He indulged in your arousal, the tip of his tongue wiggled through your wet folds. You bent your knees on the seat, pushing yourself up on your elbows to watch his head disappear between your thighs. His eyes were closed, as if savoring the taste of you in his mouth. A gentle pulse warmed your lower abdomen, and your breathing quickened as he drove his tongue deeper into you.
A slight tremor ran through your skin as he brushed your clit, the flicks expert and precise as he traced circles. You put your hand over your mouth to keep from moaning too loudly, but the pleasure overwhelmed you, your body burning.
“Keep makin’ pretty noises, f’me,” he hummed against you, a deep crease between his eyebrows as he saw you muffle your moans. Either way, he was going to pleasure you so much that you wouldn’t have a choice but to scream his name, he promised you.
He wrapped his lips around your clit to suck it greedily, you clenched your thighs around his face and ground your cunt into his mouth. He parted your folds before pushing a finger inside you, and he shuddered at the sensation of how tight you were. He plunged his digit in and out before inserting a second, while he abused your throbbing bud.
He curled them to hit that spongey spot inside you. The combination of G-spot and clit stimulation made you lose your mind. A hot coil wound tighter and tighter in your stomach before exploding like an inferno seizing your body to set you ablaze. You whimpered a loud 'gaku!' before throwing your head back, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.
Gaku withdrew from your crotch, the bottom of his face glistening. He took off his clothes and threw them on the floor of his car. You caught your breath and glanced at him. You bit your lip at the sight of his massive muscles in front of you, his defined abs and V-line, after spending nights staring at that Instagram photo. But when your eyes fell on the erection, your eyes widened. His size was demonic.
“Um…”
“Mhm?”
He wrapped your legs around his waist, leaning over your body as his height towered over you, his hair falling in front of his eyes and hiding his gaze full of lust and desire. His girthy cock rubbed through the folds, still not inserting itself, lubricating itself with your arousal.
“Are you sure it’ll fit?”
“I will make it fit.”
He began to push his dick into you, your pussy wrapping around the head. You winced at the pain since it was your first time, but Gaku eased your pain with his hand, massaging your clit as he moved his hips backward, withdrawing from you to sink again, but gaining more inches into you this time.
His thrusts were gentle and slow, he remained attentive to your needs and expressions. He stilled inside you when you needed to adjust to his size. When he saw your face relax, he flushed his pelvic floor against yours, his happy trail rubbing against your hairs, and sank in completely. Your air froze in your lungs, but you endured the feeling of being full.
“Atta girl.”
He lay on top of you to press a kiss to your forehead. You wrapped your arms around him, pulled him close, and caressed the hard planes of his muscular back. He peppered your face with kisses, lingering on your jaw, cheeks, and nose. As he plunged in and out, and you panted, an electrifying tension coursing through your muscles, vibrating to the rhythm of your desire. It was a new, overwhelming, but definitely pleasant sensation that took hold of you like a wild fire igniting in your lower abdomen.
Holding onto his elbows, at each corner of your head, his silver chain tapped against your forehead with every movement of his body, a small, reassuring sound that immersed you in the sweetness of the moment. The wet slapslap of skin filled the car and the windows misted up. He pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, his breath caressing your face.
You felt close to his heart, connected to him intimately beyond the physical, and the feeling of security that invaded you made your eyes water.
“You know, you’re my favorite boy ever.”
He kept his eyes closed, but for the first time you'd met him, his lips curved into a smile that reached his eyes. Your heart pounded at the sight, wanting to immortalize this moment forever.
“I don’t know what to say to that. I’m not special, I-”
You crushed your lips on his, your arms wrapping around his neck. His lips parted in shock, and you took the opportunity to mingle your tongue with his. You ravished his mouth, putting all the love you could into the kiss, and making him stop putting himself down.
“Okay, I get it, I get it,” he whispered against your lips. “Sorry.”
“Make love to me. Make me yours. I wanna be your favorite girl too.”
“Stop saying dumb shit like that, you’re always my favorite human in the world.”
He picked up the pace, his hips slamming against yours. He swallowed all your moans, continuing to kiss you, his cock stretching your pussy out. Each of his thrusts was an affirmation of love, and each roll of your pelvis to meet him and follow his dance was a reassurance he mattered in this word. In your own way, you reassured your aching hearts, like a soft blanket over your ache. Like yin and yang, you complemented each other, and in this present moment, you were united forever.
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𝟑 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫
“What’s this?”
Uzuki looked curiously at the box Gaku was carrying. They were heading to Uzuki’s house, to spend time with you.
“It’s for your sister.”
Walking through the front door, he looked for you, eager to give you your gift. You came out of the kitchen, and even though you still had your satin bonnet on, you were still the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.
“What’s up?” you greeted him, snuggling up to him. He hugged you, craving your warmth and scent.
“Just open this.” He jutted his chin at the box on the table.
You began to open the box, your eyes lighting up when you saw the acrylic stands from Tears of Themis and Love and Deepspace. You jumped up and down, and a wide smile stretched your lips as you rushed to unwrap everything from the plastic bags, discovering the otome merch your boyfriend had bought.
In that moment when you beamed with happiness, Gaku really thought he wanted you to have that expression all your life, and he hoped you would. In any case, he'll do anything to be the case. You were his favorite girl, after all.
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HII!!! can i request a sakadays x reader who is really dense and doesnt get the hint that the char likes them?? ( maybe nagumo , rion , kumanomi , gaku or anyone else u like! ) TYYYY HAHSHSH
── "WANNA HANG OUT today, (name)?" nagumo walked into your penthouse using the spare key you'd given him—a decision you were starting to regret.
you were busy cutting your fingernails when he appeared in the doorway. "why? i might go out to eat with osaragi."
he leaned against the doorframe. "i just enjoy spending time with you!"
you gathered your clipped nails, threw them away, and washed your hands, all while his eyes followed your every move.
“that’s nice. you can tag along with me and osa if you want." you dried your hands on a towel, shrugged, and walked past him.
he followed you into the living room, where you plopped down on the couch and turned on the tv.
“what about just you and me? just the two of us, alone?"
leaning your head back against the couch, you groaned. "she’s going to know if i’m hanging out with you instead. i don't want to hurt her feelings."
“osaragi is tough; she'll be okay," he insisted, sitting down next to you.
"ehhh maybe.”
"PLEASE, (NICK-NAME)!" he pleaded.
"ugh, fine. but let me have a snack first," you told him. after choosing a video to play in the background, you headed to the kitchen and decided on yogurt.
he followed you around like a puppy glued to its owner. as you took a bite of your yogurt, he just stared at you.
specifically.
your lips.
"hey, you've got some…" instead of using his thumb to wipe the yogurt from the corner of your mouth or offering you a napkin, he leaned in and licked it off.
you grimaced, wiping your mouth with a napkin this time. "now, why would you do that?"
he shrugged. "maybe because i like you."
"oh. i like you too. you’re a good friend to me too, yoichi," you replied with a shrug.
nagumo laughed off his failed confession. “did i just get friend-zoned… or are they too oblivious…?”
he masked his embarrassment with a smile. “yeah! we’re such good friends!”
mission failed. but maybe next time, he'll manage to get through your obliviousness. and maybe next time, you'll like him back.
GAKU ᝰ.ᐟ
── THE ONLY PERSON gaku had eyes for was you—specifically you and only you. the reason why… was because you were the only one patient with him.
oh, and because you were the only one who played video games with him. uzuki would have to gently scold you for spoiling gaku, but you never really cared.
so that's why gaku became pretty attached to you, especially on missions. he stuck close, constantly checking to make sure you weren't going to die—to the point where everyone in the slurs organization knew.
he wasn't even trying to hide it.
and yet, the only person oblivious to his teeny-tiny crush… was you.
"(name), play smash bros with me," he said, more like a demand than a request.
"now? we’re about to infiltrate this place," you pointed at the building. your eyes met gaku’s, who was staring intently at you. he didn’t care. "okay, okay…! i’ll play with you, but only one round."
"no, not until you beat me."
"that’s going to take hours! you’re way too good at that game," you protested, but he ignored you and settled down on the concrete, making himself comfortable.
"m’kay.” he replied, handing you the other joy-con.
gaku had beaten you three times in a row, and in those three rounds, you cried because he was 'unfair' and 'he plays this game too much, and you barely do.'
he found your complaining amusing, like music to his ears.
however, footsteps tapped on the concrete. you heard the noise and turned around, noticing deer-face—kashima—standing behind you both. "what are you guys doing?! slur said to set off the bombs!”
"chill, mr. deer—"
"it’s kashima!" he corrected you.
"chill, cashew, we were eventually going to do that, right, gaku?" you nudged him to agree, but he just nodded slowly.
kashima clicked his tongue and sighed. "do it now," he demanded, before stomping away.
"dO It NoW," you mocked his voice, earning barely a laugh from gaku.
"(name)," he said, hiding his face under the turtleneck of his hoodie, "are we friends?"
"yeah, why?" you questioned, standing up and brushing the dirt off your bottom.
"oh, 'cause i saw us as more than that," he said, going back to pressing buttons on the joy-con.
"like… best friends?" you blinked.
"uh, yeah, sure," he gave you a thumbs up. he wasn't going to admit he considered you both dating already. he figured he'd have to confess to you one day.
you smiled at him.
uzuki and kashima, who were watching from afar, face-palmed. "he missed his chance to confess!" kashima uttered.
“well… i don't think (name) would've considered his feelings," uzuki defended.
"what do you mean?" the deer asked.
"they may seem smart, but they’re too dense, but maybe they’ll understand soon."
"it better be soon.” kashima mumbled under his breath.
NATSUKI SEBA ᝰ.ᐟ
( non-assassin au )
── "NATSU HAS a crush on you."
you blinked, caught off guard when mafuyu, natsuki’s own little brother, just dropped that bomb with zero expression. he said it with a straight face and everything.
"wait, what?" you asked.
before mafuyu could say anything else, his older brother yanked him away. "sorry about him. let’s get back to studying..."
natsuki had to lock the door to keep the rats mafuyu out. "he’s been talking a lot of nonsense lately," natsuki said, and you just laughed a little.
“okay... i’ll trust you on that."
natsuki wished you'd catch on already. he was so into you, but you were the slowest, most oblivious person ever.
you kept overlooking his feelings. and it was starting to bother him.
"he only lets (name) talk to him," - that's what their classmates would say. and they weren't wrong, he really liked being around you. so when you kept sending mixed signals, it got a little annoying.
but you stopped writing. "mafuyu told me you said i was pretty. is that true, or is that just him talking ‘nonsense’?"
he didn't even try to deny it. "yeah, it's true. because you are."
you couldn't help but smile. "thanks!"
"am i bad at this, or are they just super dense...?”
SHIN ASAKURA ᝰ.ᐟ
── THIS WAS day 100 of shin trying to get you to see how he felt. but no matter what he did—even straight-up saying he wanted to kiss you and hug you—you just didn't get it.
"(name)!" he called, catching up to you. he found you on the street after you stormed out of sakamoto’s convenience store after a little spat with heisuke. "come back, heisuke said he was sorry."
shin grabbed your shoulder, but you smacked his hand away. "i quit! i’m not working for sakamoto anymore if he’s there."
he sighed, a long, heavy one. "if you leave, it won't be the same!"
"did sakamoto tell you to chase after me or something?" you hissed, still walking.
"no... i… i chose to do this because i don't want you to leave," he confessed, pursing his lips and staring at you with his big, innocent eyes.
you stopped walking. "that’s nice of you, shin."
"so… will you come back?"
you thought about it before shrugging. “let me kill heisuke first."
"NO?!"
day 100... failed.
but hey, you know what they say! day 101 is bound to be your lucky one!
RION AKAO ᝰ.ᐟ
── "WHY DOES AKAO always hit us but never (name)?"
"isn’t it obvious? because she likes them."
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" rion shouted before smacking the two guys upside the head, leaving a bump right on top.
you were standing beside her, laughing a little nervously at her antics. she huffed, then looked back at you, cheeks slightly flushed. "you didn’t hear that, (name). let’s go.”
"see? she’s so soft on them."
rion was a tough fighter at jcc. no one would ever expect her to fall in love. she was a caring person—but with you... she was a little too caring.
"(name)! careful, that's hot!" she warned, helping you carry your food to the lunch table.
"you see that? she’s always babying (name)."
"i’m surprised (name) still hasn't realized. why are they so slow?" the same two guys commented, face-palming at your obliviousness.
"i don't think (name) sees akao like that..." a girl joined in on the guys' conversation. "i’m pretty sure they unintentionally friend-zoned akao. because i remember seeing akao crying to sakamoto because (name) wouldn't get it."
"(name) made her cry?! akao can cry?!”
"yup."
and rion heard every word.
and they all earned a fist to the head. "STOP GOSSIPING ABOUT MY BUSINESS!"
KUMANOMI ᝰ.ᐟ
── "YOU KEEP babying (name), do you like them or something?" tenkyu questioned. they were currently kids, back in al-kamar.
kumanomi clapped her hands slowly. "wow. you actually managed to realize it, unlike them."
tenkyu gave her a wry smile. "that’s because something is wrong with (name)."
"what happened?" she couldn't help but ask.
he sheepishly replied with, “they’re slow and—"
"don’t talk bad about them!" kumanomi slapped tenkyu to the ground. he put a box over his head to hide from her scary demeanor.
"i was just saying! it’s the truth! they’re never going to realize you like them, no matter how straightforward you are with your confession!" he exclaimed from inside the cardboard.
kumanomi sat down beside him. "that’s fine. i’ll probably grow out of my feelings by next year."
WRONG.
six years later, and she still likes you. she always tried to impress you with her weapons, and it always worked. but also, you could care less.
"(name)! wanna go on a mission with me? kei said i can bring someone!" she beamed, clinging to your arm.
kumanomi never showed any pda towards anyone.
"uh, sure." you shrugged her arm off and followed her to the mission's location. the two of you dismembered a bunch of bodies.
there was now a good view of blood everywhere and corpses in front of you. kumanomi turned to look at you. "(name), you know i’d die for you and only you."
"er—uh—that's nice." you gave her a thumbs up before walking over to the next building.
“TAKE A HINT!” she groaned.
AUTHORS NOTE. sakadays cour 2 comes out today I HOPE YOU ENJOYYYY 🥹🫰
gaku is an extremely touchy person, so ultimately he folded immediately. right after you cupped his face in your hands—leaning in for a kiss, his arms collapse to close you in his warm embrace. pulling you closer and closer—even though there’s no room between you guys.
nagumo is a jokester. he’ll more than likely know what you’re trying to accomplish. of course he’ll kiss you kiss back, but his arms stay right where you put them. pulling away, you see an evident smirk on his face. “if you want me to hold you, just ask. i’ll never deny that.” then dipping you, and connecting your lips.
uzuki doesn’t know what to do—he’s stiff. his arms continuing being in the air. as you’re about to pull away with a little disappointment, he grabs you right back in hard embrace. deepening the kiss—feeling you slight smile. his ears were a little red after this, but who’ll notice?
natsuki maybe is a little more than confused. you’ve pulled more than shenanigans on him. after you pulled his arms up—he’s scared that you’ll tickle him maybe… after lots of convincing he went through with it. he’d probably reluctantly melt into it. unsure of where to put his hands—ends up going for a hug kiss!
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→ In which you mistake your partner for cheating on you
Featuring: seba natsuki, gaku, Yoichi Nagumo, kei Uzuki, and GN! Reader
Notes: SFW, mainly fluff with some angst, suggestive content. All of these are established relationships. Enjoy!
Seba Natsuki
He thought you were joking at first, I mean you had to be right? Natsuki stared at you in plain shock as teary eyed curse him out.
“…let me get this straight, you think I’m cheating in you because…”
“Because you didn’t even remember our 6 month anniversary dinner plans! You just blew it off and never came home.” Right, Natsuki could already feel the familiar throbbing pain in his head appear as you explained. Even though he knows you’re well aware he isn’t the best at remembering things like that. He gets stuck back at the lab a lot working overtime.
None the less he sighed, his hand pressing against his temple. “….Y/N tell me in what world could I get away with a 60 hour work week, a lover, and side piece…. Even in the off chance that was possible why would I even want that.”
Dealing with you is already enough and now throw someone else in the mix? Seriously who did you think he was.
“I don’t know..! But….” You mumble off, puffy eyed playing with your fingers. God how you looked like a hurt puppy he felt his irritation soften a little. Walking closer to you he grabs your hands, holding them.
“Besides… why would I hurt the one idiot who puts up with my lifestyle:” he sighs holding you close, which you happily fall into.
Laughing softly you joke back. “Yeah, no one else could deal with your ass…. Lucky to have me.”
And like that, even if your outbreaks like this annoyed him time to time. It was the moments like this deep down he secretly cherished deep in his heart.
Gaku
“You’re cheating on me!” Now, Gaku wasn’t one to get caught off guard often…. But hearing his lover accuse him of cheating? Yeah that wasn’t anything he was expecting to hear.
But he doesn’t question it yet, just letting you ramble off. “I saw it when you were playing that game yesterday! There was a women on screen and you-“
That’s what this was about? Because the game he was playing had a sex scene? He almost wanted to roll his eyes and tease you for it…. But he was smart enough not to as you were like this.
“It was just one cutscene, it’s not like the whole games around that.” He explains which seems to call you down a bit.
“…still couldn’t you have skipped it or something… when I walked in it seemed pretty long.” Look, Gaku likes to consider himself someone of decent patience but with you getting all emotional like this… comfort wasn’t exactly his strong suit, neither was charming either. He didn’t know how to make you feel better you explain it better to you but he didn’t want you to feel this way.
So he ruffled your hair before getting you to sit down, sitting silently next to you. Of course as he did he couldn’t help but make atleast one comment. “…plus if something like that gets you all worked up could’ve done the real thing and feel you how much better it is compared to some damn computer screen.”
While it was just a comment without any real thought behind it, as he saw your reaction he furrowed his eyebrow in slight amusement.
“You’re actually thinking about it.” He laughs as he slung an arm around you, turning the TV on with his free hand.
“Shut up-“ you reply bright red.
Yoichi Nagumo
Nagumo wasn’t always the best partner, he was well aware of that. Whether that’d be with his constant high intensity work, or his struggles to deal with things when they got serious. He did try though, he really did. And one thing Nagumo was never questioned on was loyalty for those he cared for.
So when his partner, the person he cared about the most, above himself, thought he was cheating… he was more then lost.
“Woah, Woah, back it up a second you think I what?” He ask playfully because, he seriously thought you were pulling a prank on him. Though he prefers less well… heart wrenching ones he gave you credit for your attempt.
“You’re cheating on me, that’s why this past week you refuse to share our bed because-“ oh. Now it clicked. Honestly the simple misunderstanding made Nagumo chuckled to himself.
“And why would I do that?” He ask. In which you don’t respond, because you don’t know why he’d do that. And so you click your tongue looking down at the floor.
“So then why…” before you could finish that thought, Nagumo leans against the island of the kitchen, commenting. “You have to promise not to take it to seriously okay?” He hums looking up at you. In which you nod looking up for some kind of explanation.
And to your surprise he takes his shirt off, revealing some bandages around his abdomen. What happened? How could you not notice something that seemed so painful? Nagumo saw your expression and yawned.
“See, you already look like you’re down that rabbit hole of yours in overthinking.” You walk over, hand tracing over his bandages. “….you should’ve told me.”
“If I knew it’d lead to you thinking I was disloyal to you maybe I would’ve.” he replied, the tone of the room now much lighter. And for a little while longer the two of you stood like this, without the weight of moments ago.
Kei Uzuki
Let’s be real, this man is down bad, like pathetically down bad. Honestly to think he was actually cheating would be insanity… but when he was getting so involved in this whole burning the world thing or something—leading him to be slightly negligent or dismissive of your concern some days. So maybe you were planning to pull a small stunt to get some more attention.
Recently it’s been getting worse… so as he came home tonight having that exhausted look on his face, he stumbles over hold you. Burying his head into your hair, anchoring himself “you’re staying out later it seems.”
You comment before pulling back looking up at him looking for an explanation.
“Work.” He replies, pulling you back close with a gruff tone not wanting to let go just yet. You were almost tempted not to go through of this plan of yours but it was too late to back out.
“that’s pretty long for work even if it is this grand plan you have…. Just makes me worry that…”
“that..?” He replies back looking down at you assuming it was usual concerns of the danger his job has.
“You’re cheating on me.” Uzuki’s whole body stiffened. Him? Cheat? On you? His words were already a mess. “Y/N you…. I would never do that you’re my whole world you know that right? I know I’ve been busy but I would never. You have to believe me.”
He was desperate, as if his world crumbled at the idea you thought that. He may have have the intent to end the world, but not this one that’s just the two of you. Not yet.
And while you expected him to be a bit clingy after an implication like that. You didn’t expect him to practically crumble at your feet…. You sigh, tussling his hair. “Just… it gets lonely, I know you can’t control all it just… I worry is all.”
He nods still buried into you, holding you so close you swear it felt like your organs were being crushed. “I’ll try my best to make you happy more often, I swear it.”
If you made it this far I hope you enjoyed! These were very quickly written so I apologize if anything is poorly written/badly paced. Please feel free to like/comment/reblog though!!! Feedback always welcome to. [-0-/
