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in the original version I didn’t write for sakamoto and it was basically false advertising and I thought that was really funny but I locked in so now he’s here hehe 😼😼😼
There’s suggestive parts bc I know you people are freaks
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Taro Sakamoto
☆ he was a bit reluctant to take a lover due to his position in the order but he fall hard and he fell fast
☆ And who were you to turn him down?
☆ It was honestly kind of cute when he first asked you out
☆ I think his love language is acts of service - he’ll cook dinner for you when your ill or too busy to do so, or pick of groceries without you having to ask
☆ considering pda, he’s probably not very big on it.
☆ like he’ll take his pinky in yours when you guys are on walks but won’t do much else
☆ lowkey worried that one day you’ll find someone better than him
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Shin
☆ The two of you work at Sakamoto’s convenience store together!
☆ Sakamoto generally doesn’t mind you two but he once found you and shin making out in one of the storage and he banned the two of you being alone for the rest of the day
☆ Sometimes, he’ll read your mind if he thinks you're upset or anything to see if there’s anything he could do
☆ He’s not really into pda, but he loves holding your hand in public and resting his head on your shoulder when he can
☆ When you're at home, though, he likes cuddling with you, especially when watching movies or before the two of you fall asleep
☆ honestly he likes to spoil you even though he’s broke
☆ (NSFW [?]) honestly think he’s a bottom and probably whines too while you’re doing it
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Lu Shaotang
☆ Rather unfortunately she tends to get drunk a lot and you sometimes have to take care of her
☆ A lot of the time when that happens she’s drunkenly ranting about how much she loves you and that she never wants you to leave her
☆ “[Name]? You would never *hic* leave me right?” Her eyes start watering and she wraps her arms around your torso “I love you so much, please *hic* don’t leave me!!”
☆ She likes pda and often has an arm wrapped around your waist or is holding your hand
☆ if you couldn’t tell her love language is physical touch
☆ she’s definitely slacking off work because of you
☆ but it’s fine because she has shin covering for her
☆ (NSFW) She’s a top. She’ll finger you with her lips moving slowly against yours shushing you so you two don’t get caught
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Heisuke
☆ You get along with Piisuke really well and he trusts you to take care of Piisuke ((man imagine dating Heisuke and not getting along with Piisuke 🥀))
☆ He’s a bit shy when the two of you first start dating because he’s worried he’ll disappoint you but warms up after a month or so
☆ The two of you hang out with Lu and Shin a lot in your free time
☆ Him showing off his sniper abilities every now and then to impress you
☆ doesn’t really understand what jealousy until someone starts laughing a little too hard at your jokes
☆ “Uh, [Name]? You…you still like me right?”
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Nagumo
☆ Sometimes he’ll just, randomly take you to expensive restaurants. He just looks over at you and says,
☆ “Oh, yeah I booked us a table at [restaurant name], you wanna go or should I cancel it?”
☆ Has absolutely no problem with pda, he wants everyone to know you’re his and he’s yours
☆ If you’re also an assassin, he likes to take assignments with you to make sure you’re safe. If you’re not an assassin, he often leaves you with Sakamoto while he’s busy with work.
☆ sometimes when he’s stressed with work he’ll just collapse into your arms and mumble his woes while his head is buried on your shoulder or chest.
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Osaragi
☆ Very blunt, she thinks you look nice? She’ll look in the eyes and tell you. She wants to go on a date? She’ll bring it up casually when you’re watching a show together
☆ The two of you get ramen together at least once a week when neither of you are busy
☆ If you're lucky, she might let you braid her hair if you're alone together or at home
☆ You’re well acquainted with the other members of the order as she often brings you along to meetings despite whether or not you're actually authorized to be there
☆ will sometimes just randomly kiss your cheek for no reason
☆ Sometimes plays with your hair during meetings if you’re an assassin as well.
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Slur/Uzuki
☆ No pda. Don’t even try at this point, just wait til the two of you are alone.
☆ He’s very protective of you and gets jealous easily, especially if you’re talking to someone he doesn’t like. He’ll just menacingly stare at them as he stands beside you.
☆ I dunno why but I feel like he’d give you head pats. Especially if you did something he approved of
☆ Tries not to be too harsh towards you because he doesn’t want to see you upset
☆ actually quite gentle with you and tries to keep you happy
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Note: I’ve been feeling unloved recently so have a post ig idk anymore man
ignore the favoritism okay it’s not there 😀
I am genuinely so ass at writing smut I’m never doing that again holy shit
tags: established relationship, solo (fem) masturbation, oral fixation, light, brief condescension, pet names | 18+
“I’m cold,” you whine playfully, scooting closer to your boyfriend.
A small, soft grin tugs at his lips - he’s perfectly aware of what you’re trying to do. Every time he wears a hoodie, any hoodie, it’s only a matter of time before you start plotting how to steal it.
Luckily, this time, you’re in the comfort of your own home.
“It’s not that cold.” He mumbles nonchalantly, though the playful way his eyes crease gives him away.
“I don’t know,” you say, doing an exaggerated shiver as you glance down at the phone that seems to have his full attention. “Maybe I just need something soft and cozy…”
You pause for effect, and it works; he finally shoots you a look. You quickly avert your eyes, a warm thrill lingering on your skin the longer he watches you. One thing you know about Gaku is that he always takes his time when he’s gazing at you.
“Are you asking for my hoodie?” He finally questions with a teasing chuckle.
“Yes, I’m asking for your hoodie,” you say, turning back to him with a slight pout. “Though I’d rather just have it without needing to ask every single time.”
Gaku laughs and sets his phone down, not making you wait any longer. He pulls the black hoodie over his head, the action making his grey hair a chaotic, effortlessly soft mess. This leaves him standing in a plain white tank top. The cotton clings to him, accentuating the hard lines of his perfect build; the low neckline revealing the edges of a few old scars.
Instead of helping you into it like a typical boyfriend, he simply tosses the hoodie at you with a cheeky, lopsided grin. That exact playful edge is exactly why you fell for him in the first place, though.
“I wear it better, anyway,” you remark, pleased with how the heavy fabric settles loosely around your frame. The sleeves swallow your hands completely, extending far past your fingertips - a sight that clearly amuses him as he looks you over.
“You wish,” he retorts, his eyes dancing with mischief.
“I do!” You give him a quick, playful spin to prove your point before stepping closer as he settles back into the couch. He doesn’t say it aloud, but he agrees; you can see it in his gleaming gaze as he looks up at you. “Especially if I take these off.”
You sneak fingers beneath the elastic of your cotton shorts and toss them aside.
Gaku’s eyes flicker temporarily to the side, his expression shifting to something intense due to the sudden change in your attitude. Luckily, he’s learned how to handle all of your moods.
He reaches out, his fingers catching the extra fabric of your sleeve to pull you closer. Before you know it, you’re between his thighs, staring down at his parted lips.
You feel his calloused fingertips travelling up your skin, then finding the hem of your panties. With a single, swift motion he drags them down.
“Perfect,” he mutters before leaning back, tucking the lace in the pocket of his baggy pants.
The sight of his mouth twitching provocatively is enough to double the warmth bubbling in your stomach.
“It’s comfy,” you murmur, soft and teasing, “but not enough to make me feel warm.” Slowly, you shift one knee until you straddle his lap.
As you move, the cool air brushes against the area between your thighs, sending shivers across your skin. The sensation has you grow wet over nothing. Well… not exactly.
Gaku’s lazy smirk, entertained by your neediness; his sharp collarbone; his throat moving up and down; the muscles of his arms, resting on the back of the couch instead of wrapping around you, because he likes watching your desperation grow… It’s all so exciting.
“And what’s gonna warm you up, doll?” He questions, arching a brow. The way your hand disappears underneath his hoodie doesn’t go unnoticed. “Needy, huh?”
“Gaku, come on…” you bite your lip impatiently, tugging at his top as another sign of pleading. “I know you want to touch me.”
“Yeah, baby,” he says, barely a whisper as he leans in, tongue attaching to your neck before his lips suck softly. “I do want to touch you. I want to eat you up.”
You let out a sigh of bliss, feeling the rush flow through your body in the pace of your fingers. It’s nice, but far from what it could be.
“Please,” you breathe, maintaining the soft circles on your clit, “please, Gaku…”
Before you have time to say anything more, one of his hands lifts to your face and two of his fingers go through your lips, pressing down on your tongue. In comparison to his firm touch, his gaze softens when it locks with yours again. “You’re so needy all the fucking time.” His comment comes out slightly condescending, yet… with the most charming smile.
You moan around his knuckles, your spit coating them as he glides further into your throat. “You horny little thing…” he whispers, watching the saliva escape the corner of your mouth.
Your lips close around his heavy fingers, then begin to suck thoroughly back and forth, your eyes watching him with adoration. In the same pace, your own fingers slide to your slick entrance, drawing light circles against it before dipping inside.
Then, he empties your mouth. You gasp for air, tummy flipping with excitment when he takes your jaw, gripping just enough to have you focus on him.
“Let me taste you,” he mutters, his voice now huskier. His eyes drop before drifting back up to your face; his lips already open and waiting.
The signal is clear.
You bring your hand up, offering your shiny fingertips. The warmth of his mouth instantly welcomes you, bringing butterflies into your belly. Instead of applying pressure, you caress his tongue, slow, unrushed patterns as his teeth graze your skin.
When he lets out a rumbling sound, relishing your sweet taste, the sound sends shockwaves through your entire body.
That’s when the idea strikes you - hot and consuming - of sitting on his face.
You can’t tell if it’s just your hazy brain playing tricks on you… or if the surrender in his dark gaze reveals that he’s thinking the exact same thing.
nana's note: please excuse any mischaracterizations haha i don’t know most of them too well! i’m in the midst of watching the anime and reading the manga so hopefully i can improve whatever sucks xoxo i say slur btw because i literally do not know what uzuki is like but i can assume he is different from “slur." please enjoy! drabbles are inspired by prompts from this post.
content warnings: reader is shorter than gaku, uhh that's it i believe!
sakamoto is all about that domestic life, far far away from his past world—he’d drop everything if it meant that your happiness was guaranteed, no doubt about it. but living with you, he’s grown to realize that not everything needs to be some grand gesture. simply being with you is perfect as well. either consciously or not, he’s adopted a meaningful habit of pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder, nape, or temple at each passing. be it in the kitchen, when he’s squeezing past to the other side, you’ll feel his warm lips against your skin for a fleeting moment. or perhaps in the bathroom when you’ve just woken up—sakamoto can’t help but find your sleepy eyes adorable, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek in greeting. he won’t say much, or anything at all. but his face will soften into a kind smile when you kiss him right back.
nagumo is a well-put together man; clothes ironed, shoes polished, and hair tidy. that was most days, this morning he was in a bit of a rush and was hastily throwing on his clothes while the alarm insistently beeped on your bed side table. that, paired with how much he hated being up so early, he groaned loudly. to be honest, nagumo could care less at this hour what he looked like. but despite the ungodly hours he woke up for work, you were always right behind him with a prepared bento from the night before and a fresh cup of coffee in hand, still steaming. “don’t forget these,” you murmur softly, voice low like the sun that was slowly rising behind the apartment landscape. nagumo stops, a small grin growing on his face before placing a soft kiss on the crown of your head with a quiet thanks. and before he can step out the door, you call for him. his head tilts in questioning, eyes peering down at you as you move to adjust the collar of his button down. finally, with soft peck to your lips, he leaves with a soft squeeze to your waist. “can’t have your man looking messy, hm?”
shin knew you loved stealing his hoodies. something about how they fit better on you but really, your mind said it was because they smelled like him. so, it’s not unusual for him to find the odd one missing. his first thought was that it’s either on your body or in your closet. so when he sees—on your guys’ way out to sakamoto’s—that you’re wearing his sky blue hoodie that was missing the past few days, he smiles with a ruffle to your head. “you’re gonna mess up my hair,” you pout, laughing as you make your way out his apartment first. shin catches up quickly, arguably messing up your hair even more when he suddenly tugs the hood over your head. then, he rubs your shoulders up and down roughly, “hey—it’s cold! i don’t care if it’s a short walk.” and with your hand in his coarse, but oh-so-warm one, the two of you head out.
heisuke is an energetic boy who’ll find himself doing almost anything with anyone. but when it comes to downtime, he wouldn’t want to spend that time with anyone but you. lying face-to-face, heisuke smiles at you under the warmth of your blanket, hand in yours as piisuke sleeps soundly in his cage. “this is the best, yo.” you’re not sure what exactly he’s implying to, and you’re too tired to really ask. just as sleep is about to take you, light fingers begin to trace soft pathways along the slope of your face; your forehead, temples, cheeks, nose, and lips. it’s relaxing, and when you mutter under your breath in a sound that suggests encouragement, heisuke suddenly uses his thumbs to brush your eyebrows back into place. almost roughly, pulling you away from sleep’s soothing grasp. “beautiful,” he grins, laughing when you narrowly glare up at him with tired eyes. he bumps your nose with his in apology, forehead against his.
seba was working on another invention, something a little more mundane but he claimed was still necessary. he said it was gonna make life easier, though you’re watching him from the counter with a confused look as he fumbles around with the tools. his hoodie sleeves keep falling over his hands, slipping down past his knuckles and even covering his fingers at times. but instead of doing the obvious, seba only kept working—too absorbed in his work to care about the obstruction. you sigh with a soft shake of your head, so much for making your life easier, natsuki. he hears your footsteps, acknowledging you with a hum but stopping altogether when your hands tug at his left sleeve, folding and rolling the fabric up a few times to keep it in place. “hey–” but he’s quickly interrupted when you move to repeat the same to his right sleeve. “don’t hey me, it’s torture watching you work like this.” he’s stunned for just a second, before smirking and pressing a soft kiss to your temple while you’re still bent down. “thanks.”
shishiba got you anything you craved. something sweet? sure, or maybe you wanted something savoury with a little tang. name a spot or ask him for one, he’s got that for you too. the two of you decided on dango, shishiba watching patiently as you chew the last bit of your dessert. you hum in delight, nibbling with your mouth strictly shut. a smile emerges on his face, noting how long its taking you to swallow the tender dessert. “hey, you’ve got a little..” he starts, voice softer than it was with anyone else. his eyes crinkle as his smile grows, a hand coming up to wipe a bit of sweetened soy sauce from the corner of your mouth. “...sauce,” he finishes, moving to pinch your cheek gently. you grumble lightheartedly, but the action only makes him do it again.
slur had an air to him. cold, calculated, and careful. his skin and hair were nothing short of winter. before, it was enough to send a wake of goosebumps across your arms or at times, even send a shiver down your spine. now, you’ve gotten use to such a man. still, it was a surprise to see how cold his hands were all the time. uzuki’s also grown use to you, the way you’d suddenly sandwich his hands between yours, calling them ice blocks with a nudge to his shoulder. most of the time, you didn’t say a word though—only applying pressure between your two palms before doing it with his other hand. uzuki was stuck, like your hold had him trapped. but he didn’t mind, always letting you do it without a mind and with a little smile. “thank you,” he’d say. “all warm now, hm?”
gaku noticed your struggle immediately. you were reaching for some can of sauce in the storage, only problem was that kashima must’ve put it all the way in the back of the highest cabinet. you grumbled, fingers wiggling fruitlessly as you stretched to your body’s limit. “hold on,” your boyfriend’s voice called out, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. why was it like he could conceal his presence? “gaku, could you get the–” “already on it,” he hums, caging you between the counter and his body with one hand holding your waist steady, the other reaching up and up and up. “annnnd—got it.” he smirks softly, putting the can in your grasp for you. you exhale softly, “thanks.” he grumbles, gives you a soft pinch of your cheek, before shoving his hands into his pockets and leaving you be.
some nsfw thoughts about some of the saka days boys (check out my other nsfw thoughts here)
SHIN
- before i get into the nsfw part, i think shin is the epitome of boyfriend material. it’s in his aura. IK IT
- he’s a vanilla boy through and through. kinky shit literally goes over his head.. ontop of that he’s way too scared to hurt you
-(i aways gotta talk about head, lmao here i gooo) he’s so inexperienced when it comes to both giving and receiving head😭. giving head he’s a bit clueless. willing, devoted, a little nervous but clueless. I feel like he’d get on his knees all confident but then he gets down to it he’s like stuck, tryna read your mind on what you’re thinking and what to do (that’s basically his saving grace). now receiving head? what a sight. your lips kissing his tip is his equivalent of what heaven feels like. it’s cute
NAGUMO
- exhibitionist WHO SAID THAT
-so. fucking. HANDSY. this man can’t keep his hands to himself to save his life.
-v v playful in bed but always flips a switch when he gets really in the mood.. (maybe I’ll go into detail and write a little drabble)
GAKU
- all im thinking about right now is him and his never ending eye contact. like, why would he close his eyes? seeing your reactions is the best part— for him at least.
-overstimulates you bc he thinks it’s interesting.. always pushing you to edge over and over again to see how much you can take, begging him it’s too much but he just responds with “what? already? but it was just getting good” mind you you’ve already came multiple times times now
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Gaku holding your tits while he fucks your brains out...
Fuck
Fuck indeed
‘Stay just like that…like a good girl’
Your pussy ached below, your wetness drenching the sheets underneath. Gaku had been torturously playing with you for an hour now, his hands ghosting over your body until settling on your breasts. Finding his new favourite spot he nipped and pulled expertly, perhaps finding some familiarity with his usual past time.
His hands were cold and a shiver ran down your spine with his first touch. His expression mildly fascinated as he pulled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You arched your back in response, a moan escaping your lips.
‘You like that baby?’ He murmured, almost to himself, there was no time to respond however as he leaned down and enveloped your other nipple in his mouth. Tugging and nipping with his teeth, swirling his tongue around the hard bud. His eyes glanced upwards, making eye contact as he sucked hard. Your face contorted as pleasure ran through your body and his gaze was intense as he doubled down and worked at your chest with fervour.
Switching between your tits, he groped at the soft skin and grazed his teeth over your now sensitive and slightly sore nipples. Just like the games his played incessantly, he’d found another fascination with your body and committed himself to it wholeheartedly until he got the result he wanted.
‘Gaku…’ you whined, hips bucking, desperate to have him inside you.
‘Stay just like that…like a good girl’
You nodded breathlessly. His large calloused hands squeezed on your boobs, pushing them together and holding you down tightly. You glanced down, slightly concerned by the size of his length. It throbbed, the head red and glistening with pre. Much like the man himself his cock was thick and the prospect of taking him was daunting.
Noticing your concern he tilted his head in question.
‘What? can’t you take it?’
’No I can..’ you stated too quickly.
You bit your lip, all hesitation disappearing at the thought of him not giving you want you want.
Grunting in acknowledgement he entered you inch by inch. Stretching you wide, your walls strained and clamped around him. You gasped and moaned loudly, he’d worked you so well and for so long you were practically dripping and he’d entered you with surprising ease.
He groaned and without waiting for you to adjust further he pulled back and slammed into your soaking walls. His hips moved at a frantic pace as he plowed into you, still griping your tits for leverage.
His head dipped down as he stared at your adjoined bodies, a rim of white gooey liquid emerging at your rim, he tensed, pausing slightly. You watched his face, his expression was dark and his eyes intense, you could see the flicker of a decision and then he was grabbing your hips, throwing your legs upwards and drawing your lower half even further down his cock.
He was a man addicted, his hands pressing you down into the mattress as he pounded into you, starving for you. He was so deep within you you could feel his tip grazing your cervix and his outline was clear through your stomach.
‘So pretty’ he groaned, speeding up and holding your hips up slightly at the sweetest angle.
‘Oh my god…gaku’ you whined, your legs shaking now as you felt your release building.
‘tell me you want it’
‘I…want you gaku…want you to fill me up’ you murmured. You head tilted to the side as the feeling intensified and your eyes squeezed shut, drooling slightly.
‘…shit…gonna fill you up real good’
His hands dug deeply inside your supple skin, leaving bruises, but you didn’t feel a thing. He was fucking you dumb and you loved it. Sliding against your walls he growled as his cum flooded your cunt and you milked him dry. But he didn’t stop, stuffing his cum into your pussy, obscene squelching filling the room.
A thumb came to press on your clit and you cried out, finally breaking. Your hands gripped the sheets as pleasure ripped through your body and you shook violently.
Coming down from your high your eyes met his. His chest heaved as he gazed at you so intensely your pussy clenched.
‘Gaku?’
Suddenly your flipped onto your stomach. Gaku, pressed his weight onto you, now flush against your back, his hot breath by your ear.
‘I’m not done’ and your walls fluttered as he hardened again inside of you.
bf!gaku who fills a doorway just by standing there — broad shoulders, thick arms, heavy steps. Yet when he touches you he’s surprisingly gentle, almost hesitant at first, like he’s afraid of crushing you. When he hugs you, his palm spans your whole back.
bf!gaku with a lap that swallows you whole. Sitting on him feels like sinking into a warm couch. He always rests a big hand over your thigh or lower back to keep you from sliding off because he’s so solid.
bf!gaku who forgets how heavy he is. Sometimes he flops down on the bed next to you after a long day and the mattress dips so hard you bounce. He laughs and apologises, “Sorry for the mini-earthquake,” and you can’t help but laugh with him.
bf!gaku who carries you without thinking. Grocery bags? Luggage? You? He just scoops things up and goes. Half the time you don’t even get to finish saying “Do you want me to carry—” before he’s already done it.
bf!gaku who’s protective but never possessive. He’ll step in front of you instinctively if someone bumps into you, but he doesn’t cage you. His strength is there to make you feel free, not trapped.
bf!gaku whose warmth feels like a weighted blanket. When you’re anxious he drapes himself over you — one arm, one leg, heavy chest pressed to your back — until your breathing slows under his weight.
bf!gaku with quiet domestic habits. He opens jars, moves furniture, reaches high shelves without looking, but also brings you snacks or a drink while you’re studying because he knows he’s better at the “big” tasks than the “tiny” ones.
bf!gaku with a low, rumbly voice. When he’s tired it drops even deeper; he mumbles “Come here” and pats his chest until you curl up against him, and you feel the vibrations of his words more than you hear them.
bf!gaku who hides his softness. Under all that bulk he’s the one who remembers your favourite dessert, your comfort playlist, and carries a spare hoodie for you in his bag because “mine’s bigger; it’ll be warmer.”
FT. nagumo yoichi, shishiba, shin asakura, heisuke mashimo, gaku, uzuki kei, natsuki seba
NAGUMO YOICHI ᝰ.ᐟ
── "HEY, HOT STUFF!"
nagumo shouts, jogging towards you with a wide grin. he pulls you into a tight hug, but the warmth quickly fades as you both feel the intense glare of someone nearby.
it's your grandfather, takamura, the strongest member of the order.
nagumo doesn't let go, even though he knows he might be pushing his luck. takamura slowly walks over, using his sword as a cane. "nagumo…" he says, his voice low and dangerous.
nagumo nervously laughs, "haha…! yes?"
your grandfather roughly pushes nagumo away from you. "another stunt like that, and you'll be meeting your end."
"but i love my (name)…" nagumo whines, watching as your grandad starts pulling you away.
"c'mon, gramps! i love him—" you protest.
"no." takamura says firmly, cutting you off.
SHISHIBA ᝰ.ᐟ
── AS A MEMBER of the order, you've been dating shishiba. when your grandfather, takamura, found out, things got… complicated. he's always finding "no reason" to trip your boyfriend, but you know exactly why he does it.
takamura still sees you as his little girl, even though you're a young adult.
whenever shishiba gets too close, takamura intervenes. he'll put his sword between you two and pretend he just killed a fly. and sometimes, he actually does kill a fly—one so small you couldn't even see it.
"you smell really nice, (name)," shishiba compliments, leaning in to smell the perfume on your neck. suddenly, takamura pulls him away and throws him off the roof.
but don't worry, he's fine! however, you're still annoyed. "seriously?!" you exclaim.
"you're too young to have a boyfriend." takamura says sternly.
"i'm 25!"
"too young."
SHIN ASAKURA ᝰ.ᐟ
── SHIN SNEAKS up behind you, wrapping you in a big hug. "what are you up to?" he asks, peeking over your shoulder. he notices you're crocheting two mini cats. "oh, cool!"
"they're supposed to be matching, for us. but i haven't made the heart yet." you put the two cats together, then grab the red yarn and your crochet hook.
the blond watches you, still hugging you from behind.
suddenly, the door gets sliced open, and your grandfather, takamura, appears.
"…"
shin quickly lets go of you, clearly afraid of your grandad—he can't even read takamura's mind!
"hey gramps!" you greet, before focusing back on your crochet. your grandpa nods in response, then glances over at shin.
shin gulps and acts like nothing happened. he's fidgeting with his fingers and looking away. "hi…!"
"two steps," takamura tells shin.
"wait, what?"
takamura uses his free hand and shooed shin. "take two more steps back, you're still too close to her."
you giggle at the exchange. "it's okay! he only wants to watch me."
"he can watch over in that corner."
HEISUKE MASHIMO ᝰ.ᐟ
── "HEY OLD MAN—"
you quickly slapped your hand over heisuke’s mouth after he disrespected your grandfather. your grandpa turned to your boyfriend with a frown; heisuke knew takamura didn’t even like him anyway.
once your boyfriend was ‘tamed,’ you uncovered his mouth. he pointed at takamura, "if i’m able to shoot you, you’ll let me and (name) do whatever we want." takamura was not amused by heisuke’s words. he felt as if your own boyfriend was mocking him.
"what?!" you gasped, before heisuke positioned himself and pulled the trigger.
BANG.
the bullet came out.
SLASH.
your grandpa had cut it in perfect halves. "don’t say something you can’t commit to," your grandfather warned before slowly walking away.
heisuke frowned, but was very determined. "AGAIN! UNTIL I WIN!"
"even when i die, you still won’t be able to get that bullet through my flesh."
heisuke exhaled. "we’ll try again another day, (name)." he kissed the side of your cheek but got cut in the face by takamura. blood dripped down his cheek, and you clenched your teeth at your own grandad.
"GRAMPS!"
GAKU ᝰ.ᐟ
── IT WOULDN’T have gone unnoticed by your grandfather. you and gaku tried your best to keep it a secret, but he found out after only a week—well, a day. but takamura just wanted to wait a bit, to see what you were up to.
your grandpa loves you; however, it is his job to eliminate the people who are part of x’s organization. so when you open the door, expecting to see gaku, you find him lying on the floor with a sword stabbed in the middle of his torso.
takamura was sitting in a chair beside gaku’s body, as if he were expecting you—he was.
“GRAMPS?!” you gasped, rushing over to gaku.
if you weren’t dating gaku, he would’ve killed him on the spot. but since you’re his granddaughter, he decided to spare the guy’s life.
“he’s not dead.” his deep voice told you.
you knelt down and put your ear against gaku’s heart. you sighed in relief but held gaku, afraid of what else your grandfather could do.
what else could he do?
lock him up in the lowest level of the jaa prison.
and that’s exactly what he did.
after that, you were no longer allowed to see gaku—maybe once every few months, behind a glass window.
UZUKI KEI ᝰ.ᐟ
── DON’T EVEN think about dating uzuki.
because the second your pinkies touch each other, your grandpa is quick to cut off all of uzuki’s fingers in one go, without even slicing yours.
it then turns into a battlefield, and the next thing you know, uzuki surrenders because he doesn’t want to have to get rid of your own family member.
the guy actually cares about the people you love because he loves you.
“let him go, gramps!” you beg your grandfather, who has uzuki in his hands.
he turns his head over at you and shakes it. “in the name of the order…”
you suck your teeth and groan. “spare his life, please! i don’t want him to leave!”
“you can see him… at the lowest level of the jaa prison.”
“WHAT?!”
NATSUKI SEBA ᝰ.ᐟ
── "YOU HAVE some ice cream by the corner of your lip," natsuki points out. but instead of using a napkin to clean it for you, he licks it off with the tip of his tongue. "yummy," he mutters, savoring it.
you blush at his actions—then comes a loud cough. you both glance over and see your grandfather with a stern look on his face. his eyes were shut, but his lips were curved down.
"sorry, gramps," your boyfriend apologizes.
"no need to be sorry. i don't even know why he's here…" you tell him, finishing your ice cream. you wipe your mouth with your napkin and grab the trash to go throw away.
natsuki was left with your grandpa.
natsuki... was left… with your grandpa...
"hi—“
"i’m watching you."
AUTHORS NOTE. you both are so sweet ILY!!! i hope you guys don't mind me combining yalls requests.... 😣😣 i normally only do a max of 6 characters but i decided to do 7—OMG 67😳😳 okay sorry 😞 ENJOY MY BAKAS🥺🥺🫰🫰
❀ ⋅ he REFUSES to get up on most mornings. he simply cannot bring himself to lug his heavy body out of bed and away from you. so of course, gaku has developed a habit of pretending to sleep when you try to convince him to actually start to the day.
❀ ⋅ gaku’s body temperature shifts as the seasons do. you really don’t know why or even how such a thing happens; but you love it. his chest is so cool, and so perfect to rest your cheek against in summer— and in winter, his thick thighs are just the perfect pillows!
❀ ⋅ gaku will never admit it; but he’s the biggest, whiniest baby when he feels like he’s not getting what he wants. you can’t call him because you’re at work? oh, so you just hate him?
❀ ⋅ i’ve written about this before, but gaku consumes food like a damn vacuum cleaner! he’ll eat whatever, whenever, wherever. you’re full? slide over your plate. you don’t like a particular food? give it to him— he’ll eat enough of it for the both of you.
❀ ⋅ gaku’s favourite place to rest is you. he could spend days smushed against your chest, thighs, stomach— even leaned against your shoulder.
❀ ⋅ he’s got the worst case of ‘wandering hands’ ever. gaku cannot keep his hands still when they’re touching you. gaku wants to feel you throughly.
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Gaku x reader where Gaku has a small crush on reader!
according to gaku, you're fun to watch.
gaku x reader
── ⟢
it's obvious . . . but at the same time, it's not.
you notice that he lingers, lurks, hovers─he's just near wherever you are a lot more than usual. he doesn't do that to anyone else because you're pretty sure he genuinely couldn't care less, but if it's you?
it's like an act of service you never see coming nor do you expect it.
"(name)," uzuki calls. he hands you a document. "read this, take it in. we'll need your eyes on it."
you turn it over, but it only has splatters of the all-too-familiar red on them. you scowl at uzuki, who has his back turned already. "did you kill to get this again?"
he doesn't stop. "how else do you expect me to get it?"
"preferably without the smell of blood on it," you mumble, but you tuck it under your arms and walk over to a table in the far corner.
you're an information broker, a data analyst─and a damn good one too. normally, you work alone and at your own pace, but after forging a deal with uzuki, you now work under him.
according to his team, your skills are something that many find impossible to follow. he says that in an office of the jcc, you'd work for possibly fifty or more people. the information you can gather in the time an ordinary person takes a step forward is more than phenomenal and accurate than the computer. you don't consider yourself much of a fighter like the assassins, but you think you're well-versed in gathering intel to support them in whatever they do.
you're familiar with the regular faces. as long as they don't tarnish your work and you're not a burden to theirs, there's no bad-blood between any of you. you finish your job flawlessly with little to no errors and wipe away any traces of your shadow as if you were never there to begin with. in turn, uzuki and everyone else deem you to be more reliable than they originally thought.
and this continued for a long time, until you caught a certain someone's eye.
you sit, slapping the documents onto the table before you pull a sleek black pen from your pocket. it's perhaps the most beautiful pen you've ever used let alone seen in your life. not only does it look good but it has a two-way function. with one click, you're free to use it for your ordinary activities such as note-taking or doodling whenever you have nothing to do, but two flicks of the cap makes a sharp blade shoot out, replacing the tip with tiny drops of poison.
it's definitely innovative, you think, fiddling with it to see if it still works as good as new. it's something small yet so perfect and personal for someone like you.
and, of course, it was gifted by no other than the guy who wants to be by your side all the time.
your hand flies across the paper, taking neat annotations in different colours to highlight the explicit points. it's been five minutes, but you've already summarised around four out of maybe a hundred files.
you push your entire focus onto these documents, but you don't miss the scrape of a chair and a huge silhouette of a man plopping himself down across from you. he swings one leg over the other and rests an elbow on the corner of the table next to where your mountain of papers are stacked. it's quite small, so one move and it could go scattering over the floor.
from his scent to his voice and all the way to what kind of burger he's eating, you don't bother to check who it is. you already know.
"hi, gaku," you speak, not looking up from your work. "you ok?"
"what are you doing?"
your fingers dig into the paper, holding it still as you draw graph lines that are inhumanely straight. "document analysis. i'm summarising them so your next missions are easier."
"ah, that so."
he falls silent, and so do you do, but you still get the prickling feeling of his eyes following your hands.
you do your best to suppress a small chuckle as you ease into this rhythm. the thing with gaku is that he just loves to watch. he always has. he asks one question, then when you answer, it's like he completely understands─even though he doesn't─before he enters a state of . . . observation, as you like to call it. he doesn't simply just watch either, he scans everything that you do to the point where you think he knows you better than you know yourself. it's no wonder why he was the first to ever gift you something that you can actually utilise.
gaku leans forward, peering over your arm. his pupils deftly follow the quick movements of your hand. "why are you circling that?"
you finally raise your head and subtly flinch when you realise just how close he is. "oh, wow. hello, there."
he slumps back. "hi."
"the circle?" you look back down at the paper. "which one? i did loads of them."
gaku reaches out to tap on a thick pink circle you drew around the word 'dangerous'. he drops his wrist over your knuckles like an arm rest. "that one."
"oh, that's for you," you say. you point to the same circle. "i did it in pink so you can remember it."
"me?"
"yeah!"
he straightens up a little. "what for?"
you beckon him over and to your small surprise, he slides his chair over next to you. suddenly, you feel as though your side of the table shrinks in size as gaku's massive form looms over the tiny workspace. one jerk of his knee and the table would go flying.
"so, this document's about the next guy you need to get," you explain, wriggling your arm out of the caged gap between the two of you. he doesn't bother moving. "it says he's 'dangerous', but i really doubt you'll struggle."
gaku pauses. "why's it in pink?"
"uh, i couldn't think of a colour, so i thought of your... eyes."
his eyebrows do the tiny twitching thing you really want to take a picture of. "that's not my pink."
you laugh nervously, picking up the paper and tossing it onto the finished pile. "sorry about that, the pen you gave me doesn't have your pink, so this is all i can do."
and without a word, gaku takes a gentle hold of your wrist before plucking the pen out of your grip.
"huh," he mutters, giving it a little fidget. he flicks the cap twice and it shifts into the poison. he clicks it once more, letting it slide back into a normal pen. "i thought i did."
you watch him blink like he's trying to manifest his eye-colour into it, but you take it back. he follows your hands to the table before lifting his stare to your face. "it's ok!" you smile. "i'm using it really well, though. thank you, gaku."
he leans back into his chair. "that's good, if you're using it a lot."
"of course i would." you wiggle the pen in front of his face. "i love it so much."
you don't think much of what you said, even when he doesn't answer. you're sure it doesn't mean that he's ignored it, though. with the way you've worked with him until now, it's more than obvious that he takes your words very seriously.
the sound of your pen scratching the paper is the only thing you can hear, until gaku shifts in his chair. he puts his hands in his pockets and his warmth inches closer. you can feel his breath hot on your ear and you do your best to focus, but honestly, the fireworks in your brain only prove that your concentration is gone.
you want to believe that you're trying so hard to keep your composure under gaku's intense gaze, but when you realise you're only on document seven out of a hundred─a sin to your work, you stop and look to your right.
his eyes never left yours.
"gaku..." you start. "are you just gonna keep staring... or"
"yeah," he replies casually. "i have nothing else to do."
"i mean, you don't have to. i'm sure looking at me is quite boring. i'm only writing on paper."
gaku takes a deep breath and when he exhales, he closes his eyes and turns his head to lean on his palm. "not really. you're not boring to watch."
your lips curve just slightly. "yet you're saying that while you're moving away from me."
he instantly pops one eye open, and you laugh, playfully pushing his shoulder.
"you're not even playing any games!"
"i don't need to play right now."
"well, i'm glad i can entertain you in some way," you joke. "i think you're pretty fun too."
you move back into your steady flow of read, write, scribble then flip the paper, but gaku never moves. he sits patiently and you wonder if he's fallen asleep with how still he is, but every time you look up, you catch his stare, a mix of curiosity and pride, which makes you snap back to your work with flushed cheeks.
it's obvious, but you don't complain at all.
(i dont know if this made any sense... :D let me know if you want more!)
♱ synopsis: you kneel for him like it means something and he lets you because it doesn’t.
a/n: song rec: god's game by dove cameron | this is nothing but a treat for myself
The blood on his hands isn't fresh anymore, only smeared remnants, half-dried and fading into the lines of his palms. Kei sits on the edge of his chair like a monarch in the otherwise rather empty room. His fingers are laced together while those piercing blue eyes assess the person kneeling in front of him.
By now, your legs are aching from being folded for too long, your throat feels dry, and your mind is almost frantic with that tight, unbearable hunger for his approval.
A torture in itself for a person so terribly eager for his attention.
“Do you know why I let you come back?” he breaks the tense silence at last, with a voice low and unhurried to make matters worse.
You flinch at the sound and work your throat in an effort to find your voice. “I—I did what you said,” you murmur with those fearful eyes of yours downcast. “I followed your orders. I didn't hesitate.”
Kei hums in amusement while considering your words for a moment too long. “No. That's not why,” he says almost without any emotion on his tongue. “It's because you think if you obey enough, bleed enough, beg enough, I'll say you matter.”
Shame tightens your chest, almost painfully so, but not enough to stop you from nodding and confessing, “I want to please you,” in a whisper.
A beat passes between superior and subordinate before the tip of Kei's boot nudges your chin upward until you meet his gaze. Those cold, distant eyes look at you not as a person, but as a project.
A puzzle.
“I know,” he leans in, just enough that his breath ghosts across your lips to tease you. “That's what makes you useful.”
The words burn cruelly because, in the end, they are the truth. In Kei's world, your worth is measured by how deeply you can cut yourself away, peel back your own humanity, and offer it to him like penance. And you would do it over and over, just to receive his acceptance.
You didn't realise when the silence stopped feeling awkward. It was just part of being around him, even his silence feels heavy with expectation. And you want that. You want to be squished under his expectations, broken down until the only thing left is what Kei allows you to be.
Now, you were kneeling closer. No longer across the room like in the beginning, but right at his feet with your cheek pressed to his thigh, your breath warming the expensive fabric of his trousers.
“I wonder if you even know what you’re doing to yourself,” Kei muses with a voice no louder than a whisper, the edge of amusement tracing along his usually even tone.
You should not be this close, but he put you there, and worse, you didn't resist. You bask in the contact, in his hand moving slowly through your hair like you are some prized pet, a fragile creature he can either feed or break on a leash disguised as affection.
"You're trembling," he notes casually, stroking behind your ear with fingers too soft for the chaos they cause anywhere else. “But you're still here. How pitiful.”
The words hit harder than any slap ever could. But that's the game you have chosen to start: You want him to say worse, you want his attention, even if it cuts. Especially if it cuts because then it means he is looking at you, paying attention to you, no matter how short-lived it might be.
“I just want to do it right. For you.”
He chuckles at that, breathy and quiet with no hint of warmth in it. “But why?” his thumb adores the line of your jaw. “Why try so hard to please someone like me? You've seen what I do to people.”
“I don't care,” you confess all too quickly, too earnestly like a dumb pet begging for a treat. “I just... I want you to want me here.”
At least you manage to surprise him at times.
A task most people fail at. The hand in your hair stills now that Kei leans down slightly; he's close enough that his breath seeps through your hair. “Want you here?” he echoes. “No. I allow you here. There's a difference.”
You try to hide your face, try to lean your forehead against his thigh to cover the shame on your features, but Kei tilts your chin up before you can look away.
“I-I want to be good,” you confess with those sickly-sweet pleading eyes that look at him like he is some sort of god.
“You want too much,” Kei hums faintly. He always says things like that with such gentle cruelty, with that smooth tone of voice that makes you feel ashamed to be aroused by it.
Your throat feels tight, constricting as if your body is begging you to stop making a fool of yourself. But you are weak against the storm in his eyes. “I just want you to want me,” you murmur.
Pathetic.
The silence hangs there for a moment, like a guillotine ready to drop, while you lose yourself in those detached blue eyes as Kei's stare pins you in place.
“I don't want anyone,” he says at last. “But I use what's useful.”
His words twist something inside you, somewhere deep and already half-rotten from wanting too much. From needing his approval, his voice, his hand in your hair. But then his hand slips to the back of your neck, his thumb grazing the delicate hinge of your jaw.
“Which is why you're lucky, aren't you?” He guides your head forward gently. With you, there is no need for force because, after all, you obey without question just to see the ghost of satisfaction flicker behind his dead eyes.
“I didn't even have to ask,” Kei continues, brushing your temple with the backs of his fingers. “You crawled here on your own, like the pathetic little thing you are.”
Yet still, he guides your head down, fingers firm but calm against your scalp. His eyes are half-lidded, his head tipped back slightly as a small sound of pleasure already forms in his throat at the thought of what you are about to do.
“Undo my trousers.”
The command is a whisper, no louder than a sigh, but it makes your whole body tense in anticipation. He has never allowed you this close before, never saw more use in you than to keep you kneeling at his feet.
You obey with trembling hands that move hastily to unbuckle his belt and undo the buttons of his trousers with more care than necessary. His arousal is evident, straining against the confines of dark fabric as you finally pull down his briefs to reveal the flushed tip of his cock slick with pre-cum.
He watches everything, from the way your lips part to the split-second you hesitate before leaning in.
"I haven't said you could have it.” The reprimand causes you to freeze as shame crawls across your skin from the maddening calm in Kei's voice. "But you want it anyway," he sighs, sighs as if this entire thing was nothing but a drag.
Two fingertips are enough to lift your chin and meet your humiliation in the reflection of his eyes. “Look at yourself being desperate for it. Go on then,” he says in that same soft tone.
His hand cups your cheek, a thumb tracing the corner of your lips as he slowly slides it inside. You suck without question or instruction while your eyes are glued to shades of blue as your tongue swirls around the digit.
“You like that?” The question makes Kei's voice sound almost affectionate now. “Letting me feel you like this, so soft and warm...”
He subs his thumb for his ring and middle finger, both now pressing down against your tongue until you choke, just slightly. Though Kei doesn't stop at that, instead, he leans in with a faint smile of satisfaction dancing across his lips once the wet sounds get worse.
“You want me to think you're good.” There is a pinch of venom hidden in his tone now, a fine line of madness wrapped up in filthy praise. “But this is what you are, isn't it? A mouth for me to use.”
He pulls his fingers out, saliva trailing after them, and lets the mess cling to your lips like proof.
“Then show me. Show me how good you can be.”
Your lips brush the warm skin of his abdomen before you lower your head further to leave ghostlike kisses of your pathetic adoration on his skin. Kei's hand never leaves your hair; it’s like a constant reassurance of control and ownership.
“You like this, don't you?” he murmurs as your lips wrap around the head of his cock, tongue pressed beneath the vein along the underside. The salty taste of pre-cum torments your taste buds once you begin to suck slowly, unsure, perhaps overwhelmed. “Being used. Being good.”
His fingers flex in your hair, holding you there as your tongue works along the underside of his shaft. “And you know what I like, hm?” Kei adds before nudging your face back to adore the dribble of pre-cum that's already smeared across your lips. He watches you intently, no grin, no smirk, just analysing as if he is studying something broken and fascinating.
“I like watching people try.”
With that, he guides you forward once more. The tears pooling in your eyes are almost enough for Kei to find you cute, to consider giving you a moment of reprieve as your throat begins to tighten.
Instead, you gag because he guides you deeper, as if to punish you for the momentary crumble of his walls. Your nails clutch his thighs as the head of his cock hits the back of your throat, and a wet, choked sound escapes you.
Ah, but you don't pull away. No, no, you let him fill your mouth until you’re trembling, barely breathing, and still he keeps you there, with fingertips that graze your nape.
“Don't stop now,” Kei whispers, voice almost tender. “You've made it this far. What’s a little more suffering for me?”
You shudder around him, your tears now streaking your cheeks in messy black as you push forward again, choking softly when your jaw aches, when your nose presses to his pelvis. He holds you there, not forcing, just expecting because he knows you would do anything for him.
And when he moans, quiet and airy, more whine than a masculine moan, you almost cry from the sound alone.
“Just like that. Don't think. Don't breathe. Just take.”
You do, always so eager to follow any demand. But your jaw aches, your throat constricts again as spit obscenely drips down your chin. And Kei tries, tries to ignore the way you gag, tries to ignore the way your eyes roll back, but something in him almost feels … worry.
A wave of fresh air fills your lungs as a soft slap to your cheek returns your attention to the man looming over you. “You're going to keep trying,” he remarks calmly while wiping a tear from your cheek. The other hand is curling into your hair again. “Because you're terrified I'll stop and leave you.”
His hips shift barely; it's a test and promise all in one, and the next time he pushes deeper, you let him in with a slack jaw, choking once more around the length of him.
Your eyes flutter shut as Kei guides your rhythm. Slow at first, too slow, until he sighs, his breath hitching just enough to betray his satisfaction. He doesn't groan, doesn't moan like other men would. He sighs like your mouth is relief.
Maybe that is why he let his guard down just a little. Maybe that is why his hand curls tighter in your hair as more of those satisfied sighs leave his lips—quiet, controlled, but unmistakably real.
Your eyes roll back when he whispers, “Such a pretty little ruin you are.”
Teary eyes blink up once his fingers tighten in your hair. You feel the tremble, the tension in his thighs, and curiously glance up to witness the way he tilts his head back for just a moment as his mouth parts. He guides your head up and down with low, pleased hums or a ragged exhale through his nose.
He doesn't need to say a word—you understand just how close he is, how close you are to fulfilling your purpose. So, you hollow your cheeks, swallow him deeper, until he groans softly, beautifully, like he almost didn’t mean to.
You don't even realise how tightly your thighs are pressed together until warmth pools so filthily wet between them it is near unbearable, almost enough to grind down on Kei's shoe that mockingly nudges them apart. You choke once more, only for Kei to hold you in place, letting out the softest gasp—one that he cuts short with his teeth clenched, too proud to make noise unless it’s earned.
And then you feel his cock twitching on your tongue, hear the sharp intake of breath as Kei releases into your mouth. You try your best to manage the warmth coating your tongue and leaking down your throat.
You shudder, almost choke, and cough. Almost—
“Don't spill it,” Kei’s sharp tone snaps you out of it as you realise the fatal mistake of squirming against his hold, but a firm hand on your neck keeps your head down.
“Swallow, or you'll disappoint me.” The words nearly crush your pride, so you obey without making a fuss, even as it burns, even as you whimper, even as the bitter taste makes you shudder.
And when he finally pulls you back, the string of saliva and cum between your lips and his softening cock snaps to stain your neck and chest. Your hands shake where they grip his thighs; you are clearly struggling to come down.
But Kei holds little regard for comfort. His fingers come to your mouth again, just to tilt your chin up for him to admire the humiliating state you put yourself in.
“Open.”
He smiles when he sees the glossy pink of your tongue. “Look at you,” his voice remains soft as his thumb drags through the mess around your mouth like a painter placing his final stroke on a masterpiece. “You tried so hard to please me. And all you got was this.”
Your breath comes in shallow waves, your chest feels tight, and your mind seems to blank further. But his hand stays on your cheek like a mark, like proof that you belong to him now.
“You should be proud. You do make such a pretty mess when you are useful.” Then he leans back in his chair, adjusting his shirt as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't just broken something inside you.
You remain kneeling at his feet, not sure if you are meant to move or wait for the next command, with a gaze downcast that takes your chance at noting the flicker of something softer in Kei's gaze.
note ; i wrote this on the whim. it’s lowkey incomplete daydreams slash thoughts slash headcanons.. i’ll more than likely extended some into a more thought out drabble or an actual series of shenanigans of roomate!gaku❔
roomate!gaku who’s also is a professional gamer and streamer. you’ve been having countless sleepless nights because of that. can’t he ever listen and just tone it down?! despite that, you guys are close
roomate!gaku bites you and you bite back 10x harder than it keeps happening before you start wailing. at you’re marked as his and he’s marked at yours right? that counts doesn’t it?
roomate!gaku who’s diet is so unhealthy unless you force down the food you make but his body is still muscular and lean in a way. what a witch!
roomate!gaku absolutely loves subtle touches, just to see your riled up expression. he always found you extra cute when you’re pouty and angry. he just wants to fuck it out of you!
rommate!gaku surprising needy. even during his streams, calls with friends e-sports tournament, your name is always in his mouth. “where’s yn?” “is she coming?” “you guys wanna see her—i don’t care she’s already here.”
roomate!gaku sometimes grabs you by the top hem of your shorts and pulls basically anywhere—more than often it’s his lap and on stream.
roomate!gaku has a fluctuating sex drive. he still fucks you like it's his first seeing your body—without fail. every. damn, time.
roomate!gaku has no shame. cock warming is his best friend for life. whenever he has his webcam which is almost always he has you sat on his lap and he’s deep inside. stream or not, it’s his favorite thing to do while playing video games.
roomate!gaku is obsessed with fingering you, overstimulating you with his fingers alone. he thinks you’re the cutest right now.
roomate!gaku with insane stamina, coupled with being a fast learner.. just know he is the hitting the right places
roomate!gaku holds like you’re the most precious thing the universe has ever made, while stretching you out to the max.
roomate!gaku coos in your ear about how “you’re doing so good, baby” or “just a lil’ more f’me yeah?” you absolutely melt.
roomate!gaku wants to cum with you—and he makes sure of it too. edges you until he’s ready.
roomate!gaku who lives for gentle humiliation. you get all shy and cover your face.
roomate!gaku aftercare is quiet. showering together because his words, “to help the environment or whatever”. it always leads to a quickie before you guys genuinely clean up.
yandere ! nagumo x reader .. in which naguma finds out your pregnant after trying to run away !
Your hands shook so badly you could barely get the zipper to budge. Clothes—some clean, some still damp from the wash—were shoved into the duffel bag with no care for order. You didn’t have time for neatness. You didn’t have time at all. Every second you stayed here felt like borrowed air, a fragile little bubble before the inevitable moment he found you.
The hotel room, meant to be temporary safety, felt like a coffin now. Stale curtains shut out the street below, trapping you with the silence that seemed too heavy, too sharp, like it knew something you didn’t. On the counter by the bathroom sink lay the thing you’d been trying not to look at. Three white sticks. Pink lines. Proof.
They glared at you no matter how many times you shoved them under a towel. Proof that you couldn’t run from him. Not entirely. Even if you burned every photograph, every letter, every scrap of memory—he was already inside you. His claim wasn’t something you could pack away. Your throat caught. A sob clawed out of you before you could swallow it back down, and you pressed a hand to your stomach, whispering through the tears: “I won’t let you go through this. Not the way I did. I swear.”
You swiped your eyes with the back of your wrist and zipped the bag. No more hesitation. You had to move. You had to — You hugged the duffel to your chest like a shield, whispering another broken promise into the stale hotel air when — Gunshots cracked through the silence, echoing down the hallway like firecrackers from hell. Your breath caught, your body going rigid. Then came the thud of heavy boots, the muffled curse of someone screaming, the crash of a body hitting the wall outside your door.
You froze, pulse hammering in your ears. No, no, no, no. You didn’t need to look, didn’t need to open the door to know what it meant. He’d found you. He always found you.
Tears blurred your vision again. You shook your head hard, trying to banish the wave of despair. This couldn’t be happening. Not here. Not now. You pressed a hand to your stomach, bile burning at the back of your throat. Please, just let me get out. Please.
But the gunfire stopped. The hallway went eerily quiet, broken only by the faint scrape of something dragging across the carpet. A body? A weapon? The silence was worse than the violence.
You clutched the duffel tighter. Your knees buckled, forcing you down onto the edge of the bed. The room seemed to shrink around you. You already knew. You already knew what was about to happen next.
The lock clicked. “Sweetheart…” A lazy, sing-song voice floated through as the door creaked open. “Packing without me? That’s not very polite.”
The door swung open with an easy click, like he owned the place. And there he was—Nagumo—framed in the dim hall light, a pistol dangling casually from one hand, the muzzle still smoking. A streak of someone else’s blood ran across his cheekbone like war paint, but his grin was infuriatingly light, as if he’d just walked in from a date instead of a massacre.
“You know,” he drawled, eyes flicking to your stuffed duffel, “you really wound me. Running off without so much as a goodbye kiss? That’s cold, baby.”
He kicked the door shut behind him, the lock clicking into place, and leaned his back against it like you weren’t cornered prey—like this was a lovers’ quarrel. His gaze trailed the room slowly, deliberately, until it landed on the counter. The grin sharpened.
Three little sticks.
Nagumo whistled low, strolling over with bloodied boots that left faint prints on the cheap carpet. He plucked one up between two fingers, turning it lazily under the light. “Well, well, well… guess congratulations are in order. You’ve been keeping secrets.” His eyes cut back to you, glittering with something feral beneath the mockery.
You pressed yourself further against the bed frame, breath shattering in your chest. He crouched down in front of you in one smooth movement, close enough for the metallic tang of blood and gunpowder to sting your nose. His free hand found your jaw, thumb swiping at a tear that hadn’t fallen yet.
“Don’t cry,” he murmured, voice low, almost tender. His thumb pressed harder, forcing your head up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. “This just means you’re mine in ways you can’t ever run from. Our little family, huh?”
His lips ghosted dangerously close to yours, playful smirk curling as his tone dropped, silk over a knife: “Tell me, sweetheart… were you planning to steal my kid and raise it without me? That’s cruel. That’s very cruel.”
His hand slid from your jaw down to your throat, not squeezing—just resting there, claiming, making you hyper-aware of the strength in his fingers. And yet, when he leaned in further, his breath warm against your ear, his voice was sweet enough to make your skin shiver.
“You know I’ll take care of you… in every way that matters.”
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f/a: @/𝖬𝖠𝖨021228 (pulled off of pinterest, found the artist!)
│warnings; 18+ reader insert, explicit descriptions of cocks (might be ooc fiwb), unrealistic 'nd biased opinions (can you tell who my fav is?), nerding out with hex codes. everything from balls to tip we analyzing in this bitch. pull your pants down boys, lemme see what you're packing (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
│author's note: kinda lost steam at the end soz >—< not proofread, might edit later ♡
☰ NAGUMO YOICHI
a battering ram. thinkin' 7-8in. it's thick 'nd long, the kind of cock you fear may actually rip you wide open and leave you gaping. pubes are trimmed. circumsized. slight upwards hook towards his belly button. despite it's shocking size, it's reeeeally pretty. talkin' a blushy pink tip (ff7782) that can get bright red if you edge him long enough — nagumo makes the most pathetic, whiny moans when you tease him. plus he's so leaky, tip drooling the most pearlescent pre — it looks like it's injected with glitter the way it shines and coats his shaft. as for his balls, they're not hairy, but more like a light dusting of peach fuzz. heavy. and he cums so, so much. whether he's stuffing full you like a thanksgiving turkey or painting your body white in the creamy substance, just know cleanup is a fucking hassle.
☰ SEBA NATSUKI
VEINY. so sensitive too, the softest lick up his length will have him keening, busting all over your face. serving up a solid 7.5in. his dick hooks to the right, it slaps his tummy and smears pre-cum everywhere. his tip is a bright pink (e37383), glossy, slit weeping, you don't even have to spit on it. slick drenching him as you stroke 'nd twist, obscene wet slaps echoing off the walls. smooth, not a speck of hair in sight, guessing he waxes because the hair irritates him. natauki's balls are low hanging fruit — smooth but squishy like stress balls. his cum is sticky, coming out in fast, hot spurts. not much of it, can go multiple rounds until he's empty. drained.
☰ ASAKURA SHIN
short 'nd skinny. but it's nothing to scoff at, it'll still wreck you five ways to sunday. round 6-6½in. uncircumsized. gotta pull the hood back to see the soft baby pink tip (f2d2bd). a happy trail of blonde hair leads to a messy, hastily manicured bush. he tried, ok? gets so twitchy 'nd nervous when you suck him off. he tastes slightly salty, a hint of musk. nothing crazy. just a mix of body wash, sweat and shin. cums quickly — almost embarrassingly so. he'll make it up to you by bending you over 'nd pounding you into the floor. shin's sweet like that.
☰ UZUKI KEI
HUNG. packing a whopping 9in. not too girthy, just enough to rub your walls raw. shower — grey sweatpants are his mortal enemy. uzuki probably maintains his pubes, keeping them well trimmed and polished. sophisticated. but on the off chance he doesn't have time, there's a small patch of white hair that tickles your nose. circumcized. pale pink tip (f3cfc6), so sheer that you can see the blood rushing through it. lines of purple and blue running along his shaft. pulsing with need. adores your tear streaked face as he pins you in the meanest mating press — tummy bulging as he rearranges your insides. taut balls, locked 'nd loaded with stringy, milky ropes of cum.
☰ GAKU
simply put, you're gonna need to visit the doctor's office after for bruised cervix. if uzuki is hung, gaku is a monster. grower, for sure. a scary 10in behemoth that's larger than every orifice on your body. but don't worry, he'll make it fit. ♡. full on bush. claims he's too busy to deal with it. his tip is more red, angry almost, (e35335), the perfect shade of lipstick that you want to buy. no one would know that you matched it to your man's dick — except the two of you. oozes an ocean of pre, loves to drag the tip along your lips like he's applying gloss. gooey, a bit salty 'nd sweet, healthy diet 10/10 would swallow.
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⟢ synopsis : gaku, a strong and skilled assassin would usually be viewed as a tough guy to be scared of. but behind the closed doors of your apartment, he’s the laziest man in the world who constantly wants his girlfriend’s affection.
⟢ warnings : he’s lowkey a red flag .. umm idk nothing much
❀ ݁ ݂ ᤺ he’s pent up and it’s all his fault ! ! ࣪ ೃ ˖⠀
ㅤꐚ̫ㅤ warnings ､､ smut mdni , fem!reader , mating press , gaku cums inside (like a whole lot) , kinda rough , not much else rlly
extra ⠀⊹⠀hoenstly the first time i’ve been able to sit down and finish something in one go. this was originally meant to focus on the fact he cums a lot but that got lost in production, so i might make another for that :3 let me know if i should!
masterlist. gaku x fem!reader
gaku’s a strong guy, with a strong body. he’s got broad shoulders, thick biceps, fat thighs, and abs you could lick and suck on until you’re brainless. not only that, but your hulk of a boyfriend’s got stamina to keep him going for hours— days, even. if he wasn’t so damn lazy.
as much as gaku looovess to make sweet, sweet love to you— he’s as lazy as a damn sloth most days. instead of putting in the work to fold you in half and pound your poor, weeping pussy— he prefers to lay back and finger you, or maybe eat you out if he’s feeling particularly frisky that day.
so when he finally builds up the energy to really give you a good fucking, thanks to you and your teasing, he’s unapologetically rough. his large palms rub at your hips, dick hitting places you swear it didn’t reach before. your pussy squelches obscenely atound his length, cum spilling out and dripping down your thigh. you can’t remember how many times you’ve came— but gaku sure can. one, two, three, and now here’s the fourth. yet he’s barely come close himself.
your boyfriend grunts, lifting a hand to lightly squeeze your breast as his hips snap against yours at a brutal pace. he’s going so fast, so hard— you’d almost think he was mad if it wasn’t for the way he leans in to press soothing kisses to your neck. he hums, his hands slipping down to your thighs. gaku rubs over the area for a few moments, before lifting them and pressing your thighs up to your chest. you look up at him through hazy vision, drool leaking down from your lip as a tear slips from your eye. gaku only flashes you a lazy smirk, moving your thighs further so your ankles are practically beside your ears, before moving his hips again. his cock twitches, and finally, after so, so, long, it seems like gaku is close. he thrusts in, out, in, out, slowly, slowly, savouring the sounds that emit from your pretty pussy where the two of you are conjoined.
and in just a few moments, gaku’s cumming. hard. you leg slips from his grasp, falling onto his shoulder as your back arches. his seed just keeps coming, coming, cumming— like there’s no end. gaku’s hips shift, snapping against yours as groans leave his lips.
the man lets out a satisfied exhale, rubbing over the skin of your ankle before he moves his hips again. he’s not done, and he won’t be done until he’s fucked years worth of his thick cum into you.
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