#sakamakis

Sakamakis with a touchy s/o

slight nsfw

SHU

Not a surprise for anyone , this man is a hugger .

Also because he sleeps a lot it’s easy to forget just how tall he is physically

Throws in plenty of cheeky comments “ so desperate all the time “, “ so needy”

He loves it really , his favourite thing is when he’s asleep and he feels you curl up into his chest

His favourite interactions is holding hands while sleeping , and big spooning you

Reiji

Reiji is a stranger to physical touch

This is my personal headcannon , but I think he’s pretty touch starved

If his s/o was constantly seeking attention , he’s the opposite of shu , he likes when you sneak up behind him , pretending to let you get away with being quiet, and embracing him from behind ( it also gives him a reason to scold and punish you lol )

During kissing / makeout sessions the feeling of you either grabbing his hair or face ( he’d never admit ) really gets him going 🤭

Overall pretends to not like it at first but then just sits there and takes it

Ayato

Cocky asf as fuck ( get the refrence ref??)

Turns it into a competition “ who loves the other one the most “

King of pda

Get him out my fucking face

Locker pinning ceo x yn

Honestly it would be YOU getting sick of him

If you were consistently asking for kisses and such then I hope you’ve got strong knees

Laito

Sigh

Unpopular opinion laito would only deal with a clingy s/o for so long ( especially if what we are talking about is them asking for sexual attention he’d like it every now and then but not all the time , it would just solidify his already turbulent beliefs of women , as in “ like all the others “ )

HOWEVER

If it was different physical affection ( as in hugs , kisses , hand holding without sex)

Switch flipped he’s not used to this

Holding his hand and he’d just think that you were just trying to use him so imagine his double take when it’s “ I just want to be close to you “ rather than “ you’re only good for one thing”

Close hugs become his favourite thing , headcannon : he sleeps with his head in the gap between your chin and chest it feels unfamiliar and vulnerable

Subaru

Heh…..

struggles with self regulation so imagine a BRIGHT LUMINESCENT PINK BLUSH every-time you touch him

Trying to hold his hand under the table at dinner , he goes bright red

Reiji: what’s wrong?

Subaru: *bright pink shaking* THIS WOMAN IS TRYING TO SEDUCE ME !!!!!

Overall gets used to it , at first he struggles with the idea of being wanted and close enough to something without breaking it

Headcanons of Sakamaki Brothers’ Physical Attributes:

Shu:

overall, a soft looking appearance with sharp features

sad puppy eyes but theyre lifeless so kinda weirdly scary

sculpted like ancient greek statues

Reiji:

prominent cheekbones, thin, tight lips and an overall tighter face structure.

perfect eyebrows and fierce eyes

barely visible frown lines and wrinkles from the constant disdainful expressions thrown generously to all

strong cologne scent always on him

Ayato:

broad, bulky shoulders and veiny biceps

toned chest with visible abs due to basketball and constant exercise

very lively eyes when he’s caught up in his childish antics you could almost be convinced he has a soul

Kanato:

smallest fangs

heart shaped lips

literal biological femboy

giant bug-like eyes

Laito:

many beauty marks

naturally high-raised eyebrows, only enunciated by him, giving him a consistent playful or smug expression

a thin, sharp, serpentine tongue which he can’t fold like a taco like ayato proudly can

Subaru:

quite physically fit due to constant fighting - visible abs

certain abnormalities due to incest (i.e. wider-than-average fangs)

used to have silver hair as a baby

uneven fingernails from constant biting

> 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕞 𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖. <

(primeiro desculpem a demora, eu realmente planejava posta mais coisa nesse mês a respeito delas mas estive bem ocupada :'>)

(First, sorry for the delay, I was actually planning to post more about them this month but I've been really busy :'>)

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Layla is venomously funny. The feminine side of Laito reveals itself through an unpredictable, almost "undefined" humor, as if she were constantly toying with the fine line between charm and discomfort. For me, she carries the magnetic energy of Hilda Furacão and the melancholic allure of Marilyn Monroe in Blonde—a perfect balance between boldness and vulnerability.

Unlike Laito, Layla isn't cruel by nature, but make no mistake: she has her flaws, and uses them as an elegant weapon. She loves breaking the fourth wall, throwing double-entendres like someone laughing at a secret game. She doesn't get irritated easily; I prefer to provoke, test boundaries, and watch the spectacle of chaos with a smile on her face.

She knows how uncomfortable it can be—and she enjoys it. For Layla, playing with another person's feelings isn't just fun: it's a ritual, almost a form of love.

She flirts like someone collecting comments, observing how far another person will go for her. For Layla, every detail matters: the trembling gaze, the choked sigh, the pause before a response. Flirting is her favorite sport. Her acidic one-liners aren't just about humor: they're dangerous invitations to play her game. With Layla, you never know if you're about to be kissed or completely disarmed.

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Layla é venenosamente divertida. A versão feminina de Laito se revela nela através de um humor imprevisível, quase “indefinido”, como se ela estivesse sempre brincando com a linha tênue entre charme e desconforto. Para mim, ela carrega a energia magnética de Hilda Furacão e o fascínio melancólico de Marilyn Monroe em Blonde — um equilíbrio perfeito entre ousadia e vulnerabilidade.

Diferente de Laito, Layla não é cruel por natureza, mas não se engane: ela tem suas falhas, e faz delas uma arma elegante. Adora quebrar a quarta parede, lançando piadas de duplo sentido como quem está rindo de um jogo secreto. Não se irrita facilmente; prefere provocar, testar limites, e assistir ao espetáculo do caos com um sorriso no rosto.

Ela sabe o quão desconfortável pode ser — e gosta disso. Para Layla, brincar com os sentimentos do outro não é apenas diversão: é um ritual, quase uma forma de amor. Ela flerta como quem coleciona reações, observando até onde a outra pessoa pode ir por ela. Para Layla, cada detalhe importa: o olhar que treme, o suspiro engasgado, a pausa antes da resposta.

Flertar é seu esporte favorito. Suas frases ácidas não são apenas sobre humor: são convites perigosos para entrar no jogo dela. Com Layla, nunca se sabe se você está prestes a ser beijado ou completamente desarmado.

Considerações: Uma coisa que eu realmente gostei de fazer testando ela foi que eu quase fiz um roteiro inteiro de CD drama com ela interagindo com eles. Amo muito fazer a personalidade de cada uma quanto testo kkkkk mas ainda não acho que está em um nível bom para trazer isso aqui. Quem sabe mais para frente? Kkkkkk

𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐬

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬

shu’s cuddles are filled with utter warmth and homey-ness. he loves letting you play with his hair and scalp massages have him melting like a pot of honey.

his fingers love to slowly trace along your veins, drawing mindless patterns across your lower back and spine. cuddles with him are mostly out of boredom; a time-waster to let the eldest have an excuse to drift off to his safe place, you.

cuddling with reiji makes you realize how touch starved the poor man is. you can see it from the way his hands trail after yours when you reach for your phone, the way he gently presses your head to face the same direction as his when your eyes stare way too long at his beakers, and the way his breathing changes when you let his rest his tired, pretty head atop your chest and rub his tensed temples.

all the stress leaves the man like cold, arid vapor floating towards the moonlight once he croons into your neck and soft, circles along his back welcome him to loving bliss - something that was definitely uncommon for the dork.

it felt unreal how peaceful ayato felt to the touch. there was no more boisterous, booming man-child that’d snap your neck if you ever pointed out how vulnerable he was although the possibility always lingered, depending on how cocky he was feeling that day.

the moment he sank into your plush arms and of course, chest, it was as if time stopped and ayato wasn’t the arrogant, aggregating vampire who’d make fun of you for every little flaw you have.

instead, little murmurs of vengeful possession would lull the man into grasping you tight and sin your skin to be his. both your legs twisted and interlocked with each other, fluffy red ringlets laying on top of your cheek.

his grip on you often felt like an inescapable prison. was it a cover up for his underlying abandonment issues? you’d never know the truth. however, all it took was a simple caress pressed to the corner of lips and you knew, his glassy spring-green eyes whispered so much to you; or perhaps in another sense, it even needed.

with laito, the line was barely there, yet you knew to enforce it. this man has probably done this before, countless times and with countless prey before.

but did you care? absolutely not. to care was to give him power on a pretty platter, so you took it away and didn’t look back. his touch longed for you - pleading, pretty feline eyes that promised to take you to a world of pleasure, eager hips grinding against your waist, hands keen on making you a mindless slave, and deadly venomous words that were laced and wrapped with temptation.

it was an artform at its finest. however, laito forgot that there were two pieces of art at its definition: art that made you feel and art that was so perfectly and intricately made, to the point where it felt ingenuine. it was clear where laito fell.

to try and somewhat deflect this, you fought him at his own battle: you peppered pecks to ends of his eyebrows, laid still and held him gently, as if his advances were just another part of laito being his usual self and that it didn’t matter anymore.

for the first time in a while, laito stayed quiet. and, as he held your hand, a dry chuckle bounced on your ears. he leaned more into the cuddle, until there was nothing more separating your bodies, including his desperation.

cuddling with kanato always felt like he needs you. despite his harsh words and the constant comments about various replacements, he clings to you like a lifeline. there’s always harsh nail marks on your arms and back from how hard he digs his digits into you.

thanks to his petite frame, it’s easy to position in a way that he’s laying on top of your lap and letting him nap on your shoulder. kanato likes this position too, mostly due to how much access he has to your blood and heartbeat.

with kanato, there is no such thing as a break from cuddling. you’re either together or you somehow ended up in a coffin. his nose and lips are always pressed to your skin. whether it’s your neck, the skin behind your ear, the fold that connects your collarbone or simply suckling onto one of you fingers like a pacifier as he falls asleep, it’s a reminder that you’re real and you haven’t escaped.

yet.

like his brothers, kanato is extremely touchy. his skin itches for you and he’ll throw a big tantrum the moment you stop coddling him.

“I will dismember your hands with a fork if you continue to rebel against me. Now, if you please, touch me as you desire and let your greed run wild… Or else my patience will be the one running thin.”

subaru was an interesting cuddle buddy. there’s a mental back-and-forth whenever your warmth distracted him from his other usual self-degrading thoughts. ‘i don’t want this, i don’t need this, why am i like this, this is just a physical altercation and all i need to do is punch some scumbag to feel better-’

these thoughts serve to sever himself from how close he is to being intimate and vulnerable with you. of course, it doesn’t work. the care you’re showing makes him forget all the things his mother has thrown at him as a child. whenever you two cuddle and you hold his ruffled bedhead to your heart, it’s the closest subaru has ever felt-

@lilithram a most excellent idea.

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