#gaku x reader

[goteique]

| HIGH IN LOW PLACES + shishiba, gaku , uzuki, shin.

+cw. — f!reader, explicit smut content, { s&d dynamics + s&m themes ,fellatio, forced orgasm + f!ngering ( shishiba ) , dry humping + thigh riding ( gaku ), hj + marking, ( uzuki ), kissing, m!oral + f!oral( shin ) }, headcanon + scenarios format canon typical themes and elements.

+wc. — 4k

+syn.— how do they generally spend their off day? Is it any different when you're with them?

+notes. — PART ONE. | redirect to blog navigation.

✦ shishiba.

The last time you saw Shishiba was months ago. When you are free from work, he is busy. When you are at work, he is busy. He is rarely free not that you misunderstand but it sure takes a toll on you, especially when you check in with Osaragi where he is she simply says she does not know which sounds more like “you don’t need to know.” Odd, right?

However, today he is here visiting you at your house. He is sitting on the small sofa as you do the chores. The curtains are reaching out for the room. Shishiba’s eyes are glued on you as you move from one place to another doing chores. He has not spoken a word since he arrived and the silence is creeping you out. The summer heat is unbearable and on top of that, you are sweating buckets because of his scrutinizing gaze. Why isn't he saying anything? Have you done something wrong?

Has Shishiba done something to offend you? He is here as he promised. For someone who lives a normal life and who is going to live a normal life as far as he is aware he is scared of you. He is scared because you make him restless. He can not ever fathom what goes on in your head. He can not read you like he can with others. So, you make him restless yet he waits for you: to blink back when he blinks; to nod back when he nods but today is rather peculiar from your perspective. He thinks you are angry. He feels you are upset. Is he compromised? Have you become a thing to be used against him when all he can give you is background presence in your life?

“Didn’t you miss me?” He finally asks. You halt in your steps, unable to look at him. The clothes in your hands are wrinkled under the tension of your palms.

“I did.” You start to put the clothes in the washing machine as you hear his voice again. It is in a lower tone than before.

“why not do anything about it?” You pause whatever you are doing and grace him with a glance. He is staring at you so intensely that it almost feels like he is starting into your naked body. Keeping up the eye contact he stretches his legs apart, letting his hands run on his trousers watching your eyes follow the movements as Shishiba taps on his thighs. Now, that's something new for the dull monotonous tune in your life. You could match this new rhythm that he is trying to invoke within you. You quietly follow him keeping up the fierce eye contact.

As you sit on his lap, curling one of your arms around his back Shishiba's hand swings towards your face. He squeezes your cheeks giving more pressure than is required forcing your mouth open. It hurts. It feels good too. He pushes his index finger into your mouth, watches you suck his finger, and then waits before he pushes another one. His other arm is by your belly which is holding you on one of his thighs is pressing onto your flesh. You feel him. You feel his touch: by the time he leaves in the morning while you will be waking up empty, he will not be a fever dream. He will leave marks on your body, little shreds of evidence all over your house. He is here with you, for you. How can you forget that?

“Let's see how much you missed me,” His voice rasps against your skin as he pushes his fingers inside your pussy slipping through your short pants. Why are you even wearing pants when he is visiting you? Your hand that is resting on his shoulders grips his dress suit tightly, a shocked gasp escaping from your chest. Maybe he got a little carried away but as your facial muscles start to relax his fingers start to move: in and out. The single sofa has limited the way you spread your legs so you move closer to his body gripping the collar of his white shirt with your other hand that was resting on the handrest of the sofa a while ago. “Looks like you missed me as much as me.” Shishiba huffs out. Oh god. he sure is chatty when not needed.

Actually, Shishiba only talks to throw off someone from their game but he can not do that to you. Even if he does, it backfires on him somehow. He does not want to be compromised any more than he already is. He is an assassin after all. He can not get under your skin. The territory of intimacy is limited just to skin and sex, not love and lust. His thick dextrous fingers have started to get impatient making your grip on his clothes tighter. Your chest has started to bottle the moans and mewls as your breathing gets uneven and erratic. You would love to kiss him now. You know you want it. He knows you want it to. why? because there is just a thread of gap between his mouth and yours. You are practically breathing into his mouth.

Shisiba feels your pussy walls clenching around his fingers as you arch your head back letting out a loud moan. It is a shame that Shishiba was not able to see how you looked as you moaned his name. He has rarely seen that face. Your 'cum-face'. You always seem to hide it behind the clouds of orgasmic high. Either you bury your face in the nook of his neck, or he has to fuck you in doggy style or prone bone. You never let him truly see you and forcing you has always backfired on him.

You the tip up your head wrapping his tie around your palm to pull him closer to your face and put your lips onto his, the tension at the bottom of your stomach getting stronger, and stronger and stronger. The moment you were about to peak he pushed you away breaking the kiss

There is nothing but a daze in your eyes, wetness over his trouser pants, and a superior sensation painted over his face. He saw you.

✦ gaku.

You are being unusually needy today. He has visited your place a couple of times yet the way you act makes Gaku wonder if someone is hiding in your house or not. Indeed, he informed you about his arrival and it took at least fifteen minutes for him to get to your house which is enough for you to let someone hide or someone could easily threaten you to that point. A welcome hug as well as a kiss, that is indeed the first time you have greeted him so well.

“Why is that door locked?”  Gaku points at the brown door of your bedroom.

“It's 'cause the A.C. is on you moron,” you say bonking his head lightly with the food packet you had in your grip. He watches you. You tilt your head and touch his forehead softly saying his name, “Gaku . . .” No! He does not have a fever but he is acting so indifferent today. 

But so are you. You are  . . . worried which is new for him. It has always been his job to worry, to worry about your safety. He knows your melting point much better than you do. He knows where to touch and when to taste you. 

“Gaku, what are you doing?" Your words escaped from your lips as he grazed his nose against your neck while his hands rested along your thighs with an inch of space. 

“What do you think?” his lips barely touch your skin as he retreats slowly from your body, leaving you surprised at his way with you today. But his hands are intact, fingers clamped at the edge of the kitchen counter as his eyes dart all over your confused face. “I saw you, on the other day,” he inches forward his nose nudging yours making you pull away, “So, I couldn't help it. I came to see you.” You try to contain your astonishment but judging from his slight curve at the corner of his lips, you let out a low gasp at his spite. You were so familiar with his ways. His Adam's apple moved as he noticed your parted lips and in an instant, his sturdy hands pulled you closer to his chest making you sharply gasp, your arms resting on his shoulders. 

The eye contact lasted mere a few seconds before he started to place violent wet kisses along your nape. You try to give him the space, the food he so hungrily searches but it is not enough. “Gaku” you gasp feeling his fingers against your pussy lips. You hear him smile agsint your lips. He is pleased because you are not wearing any pants. Aren’t you a sweet little thing? Always so prepared and ready for him. Indeed, he does not have to coax you for sex and intimacy but he feels a little bit of pity for you; the way you seek him even when he is here with you. 

It seems that he has missed you so much that he is impatient and desperate. That’s why the indifference. That’s why the question . . . he keeps rubbing your clit, occasionally pinching it making you squeal against his neck while working his lips around your neck, collar bones. His other hand travels under your top grabbing one of your boobs at first and then pinching your nipple. You return the favor by biting on his skin. The push and pull of pressing each other’s pressure points, finding each other’s melting point goes on until Gaku starts to feel a strain in his pants. He breaks the kiss leaving you gasping. He looks around and finds a stool set against the cabinet. He carries you in his arms but of course still focused on your lips, working his tongue into your mouth. He makes you sit on his thigh. Thank God, he came here wearing boxers and a t-shirt. 

You have already started to move back and fro. At this point, he is not even guiding you. You are moving your hips on your own. His hand is around your waist, it is just there so that you do not lose your balance.

“There.There.” He coos. “You’re almost there.” It is so frustrating sometimes how well he knows you, how used to he is with your body. You do not bother if Kumanomi is the reason behind this confidence. You just wanna feel good, chase this euphoric high till you grasp it. His hands roam under your clothing squeezing here and there, pinching your nipples as you quicken the pace to the peak. It is kind of exhilarating to watch someone, someone he likes, desperately chase orgasm and cum so hard. 

Gaku gives you the time to calm down, reach the ground state, and get back your natural pattern of breathing. The way your sweaty chest heaves turns him on all the more. The top you are wearing has started to stick to your skin here and there.

“My turn.” Gaku pulls your other leg into his lap, making you sit properly on his lap this time. He eyes you to undo his pants. Getting the cue, as soon as you work your hands to unzip his pants he groans loudly. The strain in his pants hurts a little less. He is sure you will help him to relieve the pain.

✦ kei uzuki.

Uzuki did not mean this to happen when he decided to grace you with a visit. It was supposed to be his off day. He was just wandering in your neighborhood and now he is in your drawing room fighting for his dear life as you jerk him off. Had you not chosen to turn on the dim light of your drawing room he would have drowned in shame, because he doubts he would be able to look at you or maintain proper eye contact during normal conversation after you have seen him like this: vulnerable and desperate like a hungry lion pup.

His navel rises and falls at an irregular pace yet so quickly that Kei fails to sneak a glance at you in between his ragged intake of breaths. At this point, how he is panting for air does not make it at par with his body’s necessities. At this point, even if he were to open his eyes he would see you all blurred. But Kei still desires to take a glimpse of you as your calloused fingers are wrapped and busy working on his throbbing cock.  

With each passing moment, he tends to feel his hands lesser and lesser . . . which are resting at the edge of the cabinet; they are starting to feel numb; his fingertips hurt from gripping the wooden surface so hard; maybe by the time he cums, his nail marks will be the only evidence that he was here. 

He partly opens his eyes only to focus on your luscious lips which seem confident, it would be delightful to taste a little, wouldn’t it? Though his vision is all hazy Kei glances at his member finding the tip glistening in pre-cum, at least he thinks so, he feels so.  

“You’re close, Kei. . can you feel it?” and he is forced to shut his eyes out, cease his breathing at the tickle of your voice through his ears embarrassment gushing in his veins. He could practically feel his ears burn, so hot that it hurt, it itches. His right hand flies around your nape earning him a bonus point, and a soft squeal from you. He is brave enough to think you moaned under his touch but not brave enough to open his eyes and cherish the look on your face rather he is thinking. . . thinking how he loves the feeling of his long sturdy fingers perfectly fitting in between your painted ones while he is balls deep inside you hitting your sweet spot with slow strong thrusts, just like you want; the kind that makes you see stars. He needs to interlace his fingers with yours every time he is inside you. He thinks it makes him cum more by doing so, well, quantitatively.  

But when you wrap those pretty fingers around his cock he could almost feel a quick trip of heaven and back. Visions clouding, his grip around your nape growing stronger with each thrust of your hand, his lips being punished by his fierce teeth, those very teeth that have marked you in the most intimate parts— in between your thighs, inner side of the wrist, on your nipples and sometimes on your waistline.  Kei tries to pull you a little closer so that he can bury his face in the nook of your neck thinking of leaving bruises on your neckline than on his lips. You just stop the pace so suddenly that he gasps loudly, pulling you closer as a course of reaction. 

You chuckle as he watches you closely, through the strands of his hair. His lips latch onto your neckline sucking fiercely as if he were to suck the life out of you, followed by squelching noises and his rough, unrefined moans.  ‘Fuck, he is—he is gonna leave marks...’, you tense up and start to pump his cock again. 

This time with slow and full yet strong thrusts. You feel his teeth graze lightly, almost a feather touch.  “Kei, don’t leave marks.”, you remind him; your voice soft enough that he pulls away making you regret your words instantly.   

“do-don't worry. I won't.”, his hot breath hitting your ear-lobe, sending shivers down your spine.  Kei won't since he wants to feel his euphoric high a little longer; He feels his orgasm approaching, his inner thighs quivering, and he bucks his hips up. He could feel the rope of self-control tugging, going tight, and waiting for it to snap rather than sever it by himself. The urge to kiss your lips seemed to overpower the prior, so much so that it might just snap yet he did not want to leave the sight of your pretty hand, refined and polished fingers nails thinking maybe, someday, just maybe he would see a diamond sparkling on your ring finger bearing his name as you give him a slice of heaven, just like how you're doing it now.

✦ shin asakura.

There is never an off day for someone who works at a convenience store but it sure a little less busy during afternoons like these. Sakamoto is probably playing with Hana as Aoi tells him about the customers she attained during her shift. Lu is taking a nap. Thanks to the rotation of shifts Shin gets to laze around a little during his afternoon shifts. He never forgets to let you know beforehand This is how it has always been. The peace of this humid afternoon during summer is surely draining, not to mention mind-wrecking at times when you fail to show up on certain days. Shin understands that; he understands how busy life can be but still can not help but miss you. The rotating table fan is creaking, the fan blades are making noise as it exhausts itself to its sole purpose yet can not be at par with the heat in the air. It is not just summer that is making Shin sweat buckets. You are a contributing stimulant too. Besides, he can endure the sweat as well as heat if you keep working on his cock like that, lips wrapping around his member as you sit under the desk of the cash counter while he sits on the chair, legs spread wide apart from each other. 

You pleasuring him like this on afternoons has become a bad habit of his even though it is occasional. He wants to return the favor sometimes too but you do not let him do that. Why? because he often imagines eating you out by making you sit on the cash counter. He thinks about it way too much to let it slide as a wet dream or even as a ridiculous whim of a loverboy. But now his mind is filled with the sole thought of you sucking his cock. You are just so good at this. He is a little bit jealous of how pleasurable you make him feel, which makes him wonder about how you are so good at this.   

“Hurry up,” Shin pants as you lick and kiss his tip occasionally sucking the flushed leaky tip. 

“Someone might come.” 

No one will come, at least not any customer.  No one ever visits during this time not as long as you are blowing him, not until you walk out of the shop because when you enter the shop you flip the sign board. No! Shin does not need to know this. If he does, he will definitely stop texting you, will not ask you anymore to meet him, and will say things like, “No. no. I'm busy babe.” or “Today? today the store is packed.”   So, you do as he asks. 

Watching you swallow up to the base of his cock into your mouth he is forced to close his eyes. He will have wet dreams if he keeps watching you like that. Your head moves up and down, to the base from the tip in a slow motion. His tummy starts to twitch, breathing becomes uneven you quicken your pace. You start to suck hard and faster making him tip his head backward, hands clamping on the edge of his seat clenching harder as he comes undone followed by a gasp. 

His cum is still in your mouth when he looks at you still catching his breath. You wipe your lips off after swallowing his seed to say, “You're always in a hurry.”  

OH NO! Here it comes.  “maybe I should just move in with you,” you lie. You know that he can read your mind, but you still lie because you've always wanted to know if he uses that against you or not. 

“Why?” He puts his cock into his slacks.  “why are you saying that?”  

“I don't know. ” Shin holds your arm dragging you near the counter. It's as if you want him to read your mind.

 “I wanted you to hurry ‘cause — he cages you as you lean back, against the counter after he drags the chair to take a seat. “because I wanted to do this.” He cups your entrance making you inhale a sharp intake of breath. You sit on the counter as he spreads your legs apart; he holds one of your legs near his shoulders to lick against your calf muscle. “you wouldn't hurry if I just told you so,”  Shin leaves kisses over your calf muscle in an agonizingly slow pace. “Sakamoto-san has gone to an arcade. Lu had gone to visit her family.” Wait. What?  “And I? Shin pushes aside licking your dripping arousal off your skin. It tastes like salt and weed. “I am alone with you inside a locked store” with a smirk.” Shin then proceeds to hook his arms around your inner thighs spreading them apart to bury his face in between your legs. At first, you watch him give you quick licks by using only the tip of his tongue but as you get a little comfortable, rest your legs on his shoulders, comb through the hair strands that were falling on his face ticking you as well as hindering him to taste your pussy, Shin starts to lap against your entrance using all of his tongue.  Come to think of it, this is the first time he is going down on you. He feels so good though seems skittish. When did he get so good?

networks : @interstellar-inn + @underratedcharactercorner

[gakups4]

teasing them (hcs)

includes : osaragi, uzuki kei, shin asakura & gaku (x gn!reader)

cw. suggestive

- osaragi isn’t the most expressive, but the faint blush and small smile doesn’t goes unnoticed by you.

- when she notices you being touchy towards her—grabbing her waist and stroking her body gently, she’ll hug you and hide her face on your shoulders, trying to calm down her beating heart. if she has enough courage, she would leave kisses on your skin

- make outs would be rare, but osaragi would love french kissing you. she prefers to either be on top of you or you pinning her down, she just loves the feeling of each other’s bodies being close. your lips having a glossy look after a session is endearing to her

- but when you both do make out, she’ll put a piece of candy in her mouth for you both to fight over! she’ll eat a minty one if she’s feeling more playful

- leaving kisses on her legs and thighs really does it for her, bite them and leave hickeys too when you can. osaragi would be breathing heavily from your teasing

- she’s a lovergirl at heart, so please give her all of your affection ♡

- kei is very not used to affection, so teasing him would be very fun (for you). wouldn’t push you away because of your antics, but if he was snail, he’d definitely hide in his shell

- holding his face and staring intently to his eyes would fluster him a lot. your faces are so close to each other, he could almost feel your lips. if you do it for too long, he’ll start to look around everywhere but you. but if you won’t let go at all, he’ll start muttering “please stop…” (he doesn’t want you to, but he’s just way too shy). how could he not blush when your pretty face is directly in front of him, he will never forget that view

- another way to tease kei is to whisper sweet or even dirty things to his ears. he’ll turn stiff and grip his clothes, trying to regain his composure.

- want to overstep the line a little more? kiss, bite or lick his ears and the oh so powerful assassin would start heavily panting. he’s so flustered he doesn’t know what to do with himself, if you roughen your actions a little more, he would start whimpering

- aside from that, you should tug his hair and bite or suck his Adam’s apple. at this point he’s nothing but a puddle. he’s thankful to wear turtlenecks to hide the hickeys you gave him

- uzuki kei may be a dangerous person, if not the most. but only you know how weak his heart is

- since shin can read minds, you don’t even have to lift a finger to get his knees buckling (and you should take advantage of it). stare at him intently while he’s exercising, he’s trying so hard to keep his cool but your thoughts of undressing him in your head is making it harder for him (hah).

- you can think the most dirtiest things ever while having a stoic expression or sweet smile. shin is always in a hard time because of you

- he could be talking to sakamoto and suddenly he sees an image of you about pinning him to the bed. he can’t even scold you without looking suspicious to mr sakamoto

- straddling him is another way to fluster him, no matter how many times you do it, it’ll always make him go shy.

- you should feel up his abs and biceps! he doesn’t have those for no reason. you could also put your mouth to good use and kiss them. at this point, shin should just give up on pushing you away and let you play with him

- it’s fun to tease shin with how reactive he is with his feelings, especially with that clairvoyance he has! bully him all you want

- gaku definitely has a thing for biting.

- cover him with bite marks, he’ll shudder from how sharp your teeth are on his skin. if you bite down on anywhere that is more sensitive, he’ll whine and pant

- bite him until his skin bleeds, he’ll never get over how good the feeling is (and probably get turnt on.)

- I really think he likes you roughing him up, so push and shove him whenever you can. hold his jaw harshly, or even his throat, and maybe tightly to the point he can barely breathe. and if you’re strong enough, manhandle him.

- he gets off to your praises too, he doesn’t hear them often before meeting you. “you’re so strong, gaku”, “you’re really good at playing that game”, “you’re amazing at this gaku” and whatever else. gaku would want to hear them more and get desperate to impress you all the time

- if you send more than enough praises to him, he might just bow down to you and breathe heavily due to the intense adrenaline he’s getting from your loving words

- if he’s in a really submissive mood, even kissing you would turn him whiney. leave teasing kisses on his face while having a loving gaze towards him just makes him soo giddy and needy.

- gaku is deep down still childish, similar to an abandoned puppy. he’s happy to receive whatever affection you’ll give to him

[pfpanimes]

⌕ sakamoto days • gaku.

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[24hlevi]

hiii can i request some fluff headcanons of gaku with a s/o that also likes to play video games?

as someone who also loves video games i love this req, thank you very much 🫶

— Gaku W/ An S/o Who Likes To Play Video Games

gaku (sakamoto days) x gn!reader

warnings: none

- obviously gaku loves video games, so when you first told him that you also play video games likely a little too much, he was internally ecstatic about it

- he definitely makes you play all the resident evil games with him, number 6 you guys co-op together, though he doesn't really like the newer ones with the first person pov and he thinks ethan is annoying in the game

- if you have a vr headset he will be using it constantly, if you don't move your furniture beforehand he will bump into things and claim it's not his fault he was so immersed in the game

- you made him try minecraft for the first time and he almost died out of boredom, until you introduced him to servers and mini games

- gaku seems like a xbox kinda guy so he definitely has the series x and pays for the game pass, though he has a ps4 and ps5 to play final fantasy

- playing horror games together and both of you freaking the fuck out whenever anything scary happens and then proceeding to turn it off and watch tv instead

- if you play the sims gaku will just sit next to you watching you complete your little tasks and occasionally set the house on fire, he doesn't advise you on anything, he just sits in silence

- the only game you win at every time is mario kart, gaku switches characters and cars every match to see if it changes anything but you still win and he gets so pouty cause it's the only one he consistently loses at

- sometimes gaku will just lay his head on your lap if you're playing a game alone in bed or on the couch, most of the time he accidentally falls asleep there and you unfortunately cannot move because of him

- he definitely used to play call of duty and battlefield knowing a bunch of trick shots and will only play them now on the main campaign cause kids these days are crazy playing multiplayer

- gaku does get pissed off when he realizes he has to go do something in the middle of a game, like if you ask him to do anything he will just sigh and say okay and do it but if anyone else tries he will literally tell them no it can wait until he's done

- buying each other video games or merch for christmas and birthdays happens every year

[4channerguy]

hellooo!! can I request a small fic of Gaku with a (gn) assassin s/o that wants him to may on their chest and fall asleep on them?? ^^

lullaby / gaku

heyyy!!! i hope you like this because i genuinely dislike how i wrote this but i hope this caters to you kek also pls note that im really bad at writing gaku cuz i honestly don't know much about him LMFAOOO i think i need to start practicing writing for sakadays characters cuz oml xoxo (。・∀・)ノ

no wc because that's how much I HATE THIS FIC.

The relationship between Gaku and you was undeniably strange. Both of you did strange things like staring at ants and cheering them on (which was mostly you though, his amusement was silent), staring at the ceiling together in telepathic silence. X’s organization watched the two of you and made a subconscious note of how wacky the two of you were, but everyone ignored both of you because no one cared.  Needless to say, both of you really enjoy the time spent together. But something was off. And luckily for you, you can always tell when something is off. Even if he’s wearing a relaxed expression. 

“Are you tired?” 

Both of you are lying on the ground, staring at the ceiling (it’s an important daily activity). He slowly moves his head. 

“No.” 

You scoff. “Yes, you are.”

He swivels his head back. “...No.”

You grabbed his closest hand and wrapped your fingers around it. 

“I notice things, don’t play a fool with me.”

He sighs quite dramatically and looks at you with an unreadable expression.

“Okay.” He gives up, which is quite rare. But not as rare with you because you always convinced him. Without trying even. Which shows how much he loves you. You were touched.

He scoots closer to you and shuts his eyes. 

“Not here,” you grab his head and place it on your chest. “Here is better.”

He didn't complain as he snuggly rubbed his head on there and wrapped his arm around your waist. 

“G’night.” both of you say softly in unison. 

⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 03.04.24, do not repost or translate my content :^)

[dinneronvenus]

⛧°。 ⋆༺GAKU HEADCANONS༻⋆。 °⛧

*** with an assassin!S/O as per request!***

☆ He would only date someone who is also an assassin, the thought of having to leave you behind or that you could be targeted without being able to protect yourself would turn him off extremely

☆ He would be cold and standoffish towards you at first, but once he sees your abilities he’d be more open to you and introduce himself properly

☆ He enjoys going on missions with you whenever possible. Your presence gives him more confidence and if he does get hurt, he’ll make you be his own little nurse and patch him up

☆ When he’s tagging along on one of your easier assignments he likes to just sit back and watch you work. The way you look when you’re taking out a target always turns him on

☆ He’s the type to wear jewelry that reminds him of you or bonds you two in some way. A match pair of earrings for you two or a bracelet with a “G” charm on it would be one of the first gifts he gave you in your relationship

☆ Not the jealous type but definitely demands your attention and affection (blame it on being an orphan) he seeks comfort from you all the time

☆ After his run in with Takamura he insists that you two train together and often, he doesn’t want you running into that monster without being able to at least survive

☆ He’s very accepting of the reality of your lifestyles, and is grateful for every second you two get together

☆ Likes laying in your lap while he plays games, will whine a bit if you stop playing with his hair too. He’ll eventually fall asleep on you too, he can’t help it

☆ Will drag you out to the store if a new game he’s wanted comes out, or will tack it on after a nice lunch date so you don’t feel like all the focus is on him

☆ If you’re not already on Slur’s team, he’ll convince you to join them or at least leave the JAA unless you’ve got the guts to be a spy

☆ He’ll put together your mission supplies and do the upkeep on your weapons if you’re upset with him as an act of service

[miraiimoon]

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Nagumo Yoichi

У мужчины целая галерея Ваших снимков подобного характера. Некоторые он сделал сам, но большинство из них получил непосредственно от Вас.

Нагумо обожает, когда его девушка отправляет подобное. Это помогает отвлечься от работы и мотивирует быстрее вернуться домой.

Глаза Йоичи сразу же загораются, когда он видит сообщение от Вас, а после на губах появляется ухмылка, когда он видит, что было отправлено. Брюнет даже не отвечает, он быстро заканчивает со свое работой и мчится к Вам.

Не удивляйтесь, когда увидите Нагумо, который залазит в дом через окно. Он очень торопился и не хотел ждать пока Вы откроете дверь.

― Йоичи, какого чёрта ты творишь?

― Извини, принцесса, но я не хочу ждать.

Он прекрасно знает, что именно этого Вы и ждали. Кроме его появления через окно.

Shishiba

Первый раз, когда Вы отправили своему молодому человеку голую фотографию, он мягко говоря был шокирован, учитывая, что Шишиба был в процессе выполнения миссии (обед точнее сказать).

Он прочитает, но ничего не ответит (обязательно сохранит в скрытый альбом).

Блондин никогда не признается Вам, что внутри ликует, когда получает подобного рода сообщения. Но вот при личной встрече, он будет недовольно бурчать, что так нельзя делать, особенно, когда он на работе.

Очевидно, что подобное Вас не остановит и Шишиба отчасти рад этому, его альбом пополняется новыми фотографиями каждую неделю.

Gaku

Молодой человек сам по себе спокойная и незаинтересованная личность. Обычно занят игрой в свободное время, поэтому он не сразу заметит сообщение от своей девушки.

Как только Гаку прочитает, его губы растянутся в самодовольной ухмылке, которая будет появляться всякий раз, когда он вспоминает об этой фотографии или при виде Вас.

― Редко вижу тебя довольным, Гаку. Что-то хорошее случилось?

― Да так, настроение есть.

― Какое совпадение у меня тоже.

― Я заметил.

Gojo Satoru

Ой… Это же ходячая катастрофа, опасно отправлять подобные фотографии Годжо.

Во-первых, он будет постоянно дразнить и отпускать пошлые шуточки. Вы сотню раз пожалели о своей затее.

Во-вторых, эти длинные руки блондина от которых просто невозможно избавиться. Ему постоянно нужно за что-то держаться, а после таких горячих фотографий, даже немного больше, чем просто «держаться».

― Сатору, может уберёшь уже свои руки с моей задницы?

― Не могу, дорогая. Ты сама виновата, что у тебя такие аппетитные изгибы. А когда я вспоминаю те фотографии, которые ты мне отправила, так и хочется засунуть свой член в твою тугую…

― Заткнись, извращенец!

Okkotsu Yuta

Бедный мальчик чуть не сгорел от смущения, открыв сообщение от своей милой и скромной девушки. Он даже ничего не ответил.

При личной встрече, Юта не будет смотреть Вам в глаза, только отворачиваться, краснеть и что-то невнятно бубнить.

Втайне от Вас, брюнет любит рассматривать фото, внимательно изучая каждый сантиметр тела.

― Юта, ― Ваше появление в комнате, было неожиданностью для парня, ведь именно в этот момент его правая рука крепко сжимала член, в то время как в левой руке был телефон с той самой фотографией.

― Извини! ― шаман быстро схватил подушку, чтобы закрыться. И теперь только Вам решать, помочь своему молодому человеку или нет.

Neuvillette, modern AU

Нёвиллет никогда не сталкивался с подобным в своей жизни, вероятно из-за того, что Вы его первый постоянный партнёр. Он даже не знает, как конкретно отреагировать на подобную фотографию. Сперва блондин испытывает шок и замешательство, но решает выяснить всё при личной встрече.

И это было похоже на допрос от судьи. В первую очередь из-за того, что он не знал, что делать.

Вам нужно объяснить своему мужчине, что это значит и почему Вы так сделали. Нёвиллет будет внимательно слушать и сделает выводы после объяснений. И в следующий раз, когда Вы захотите совершить подобное, он сделает комплимент Вашему внешнему виду.

― Ты прекрасно выглядишь, дорогая.

― Спасибо, милый. Это всё?

― Что-нибудь ещё?

― Дома поговорим.

― Ох…

Kamisato Ayato, modern AU

Хитрый лис. Он обязательно использует эту фотографию в личных целях.

Как же быть Камисато Аято и не шантажировать любовь всей жизни. Особенно имея в руках такой материал.

Но не переживайте, мужчина не позволит никому увидеть это фото. Это исключительно для его личной коллекции.

Аято любит смотреть на Ваши фотографии «личного характера» и фантазировать о том, что будет, когда он вернётся домой.

Kaeya Alberich, modern AU

Он даже не удивится, когда получит фотографию. Кэйя всегда знал, что рано или поздно Вы отправите нечто подобное. Всё упиралось только во время.

Этот извращенец мало того, что будет дразнить, он распечатает все полученные фото и соберёт их в альбом, который будет хранить в одном из ящиков прикроватной тумбы.

Альберих любит смущать свою возлюбленную. Поэтому он буквально в рандомный момент подходит к Вам с этим альбомом и начинает рассказывать, почему ему нравится та или иная фотография (разумеется наглядно их демонстрируя).

― Взгляни, милая. Разве ты не выглядишь здесь очаровательно? Кажется, ты сделала эту фотографию прямо после…

― Заткнись, милый или я сожгу тебя вместе с этим альбомом.

Wriothesley, modern AU

Сначала брюнету было трудно поверить, что Вы отправили ему нечто подобное. Нет, конечно, где-то глубоко в душе ему было лестно, что Вы ему так доверяете, но то, что он был в данный момент на работе ― изменяло всё в корне.

Ризли обязательно проведёт с Вами профилактическую беседу, когда вернётся домой, используя жесты, язык и возможно, что-нибудь ещё. Всё зависит от Вашего поведения.

[gentiliana]

welcome to @GENTILIANA!

*ೃ༄ “Fine… the three of us will start an assassin business. I’ll own 50 percent. Nagumo and Sakamoto, you each get 25 percent. What, you got a problem with that?”

uzurion’s n1 fan / sfw & nsfw / requests: OPEN

genshin impact ; honkai star rail ; sakamoto days !

i don’t write for ALL of the characters but i will try !

[rabbitenn]

CRESCENT RISE.

Beneath the pale smile of a rising moon, an unlikely savior comes to your aid.

ft. vampire Yaotome Gaku x gn! reader.

cw/genre: halloween special, fantasy au, meet cute (kinda?).

the second installment for the halloween series based on spooky night is here ! I hope everyone enjoys <3

Behind you, yells and hurried steps close in.

Every other sound of the outside world is swallowed up by your labored breathing and the muddy snow crunching under your feet.

Run. Run, run, run, is the word resonating inside your mind.

You should’ve run sooner.

Maybe then you could have avoided this predicament.

Why did you even try to befriend a vampire in the first place? Of course, you don’t agree on them being hunted but you should have figured it wouldn’t all be smooth sailing.

Now you’ve been bitten.

And the hunters are out for blood.

The frigid night air is searing with every breath, a metallic tang coating your tongue with each exhale.

You have to keep running, no matter where, just away from them.

Alas, fate had other plans for you.

Before you can react, you stumble, your ankle spraining as you collide with the cold hard ground.

At the end of the lane, you can already clearly see the horde of vampire hunters speeding towards you.

You’re done for.

You’re going to die here.

Then, in a sudden gale of moonlight and snowy air, the breath is knocked out of you.

You find yourself staring at the place where you had been lying a second ago from a distance, a small hill between you and your pursuers.

Then you register your situation.

Strong arms are holding your waist, pulling you downwards to keep you hidden.

You turn around in the stranger’s embrace to thank your savior.

And your eyes widen in shock.

Before you can say anything, however, pale hands ending in crimson claws cover your mouth.

The man looks at you with a serious expression, his slate hued eyes piercing, almost pinning you to the spot.

His free hand signals to his lips with a finger, an indication for you to stop squirming and be quiet.

Silvery locks of hair fall over one of his shoulders, catching the moonrays that filter through the decaying trees.

Then you notice the pale tips of his pointy ears.

A vampire.

And he has saved you.

“Let’s go, guys. They’re not here!” You hear the men that were chasing you turn tail, the sound of their ominous steps receding out of the forest.

Your savior carefully retracts his hand from your lips, those sharp eyes of his not quite leaving you.

“You should be more careful.” He utters, pulling the collar of your coat slightly to the side, inspecting the swelling of the reddened bite.

You pull away.

“How did you even…? Who are you? Why did you save me? I mean, thank you, but… Well, unless you’re going to use me as… you know, your personal blood supply.”

He lets out a laugh, to your astonishment.

When he next sets his gaze on you, you can’t help but think his expression looks… kind, soft, even.

“You humans have some funny ideas.” He lets out, chuckling.

“Can you blame me?” You shoot back. “One of your kind just bit me, that’s why I got into that mess to begin with.”

He regards you for a moment, his expression pensive.

“Well, as you can see, not all of us are like that.” He stands up. “And to answer your question, my name is Gaku. I saved you because I don’t think it’s fair for anyone to be chased like that.”

You get up from your crouching position too.

“Thank you…”

“Don’t thank me.” He scuffs his boot on the moonlit snow. “By the way… Do you have anywhere to go now?”

Your eyes widen, cheeks heating up in shame.

No, you have nowhere to go now. It’s not like you can show up at your village again so casually after the altercation that just took place.

“I do not…” You mumble, averting your eyes.

“Then would you… Is it okay to…” Is it you or is he blushing? It’s cute, you think. “Would you like to come to my place?”

You ponder it for a second. What harm is there at this point?

“Okay.” You agree, shrugging.

—

His place.

He should have said his palace.

Beneath the moonlit midnight, a fortress of dark stone stands.

Bushes brimming with bright carmine roses surround its inner walls, the sweet scent scattering with the petals swaying in the nocturnal breeze. A carpet of soft viridian grass bends under your steps when you enter the grounds.

How this place remains untouched by the unforgiving winter is beyond you. As far as you were aware, vampires didn’t possess this kind of magic.

Was really all your knowledge based on misconceptions?

If you had paid more attention to your companion, instead of your surroundings, you would have realized he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you.

“I take it you like it?” Is the question he whispers beneath the edge of a moon speckled in carmine.

You start, too lost admiring the garden to notice his presence.

“It’s beautiful…” You confess, fingertips brushing against the garnet petals.

A tender smile. Then:

“You can stay for as long as you want to, or need to.”

You tilt your head to the side, your gaze focused on his tall figure and the way the ruby accents of his attire compliment him perfectly.

“Really…?” You let out, breath hitching when you feel those long claws cold against the side of your neck.

“Yes.” He delicately pulls your hair aside. “Your wound… It’s infected…”

You flinch, a sharp pain sending jolts down your spine from the spot where you were bitten.

“Please, stay until it heals, at the very least.” Gaku pleads.

And you don’t know if it’s the softness of his voice or the earnest look in his eyes, but you just can’t say no to him.

“Alright.” Comes your reply, as you put a reassuring hand on his arm.

“So… uh-I…” The vampire begins, a dusting of cerise, not unlike the garden surrounding you two, definitely on his cheeks now. “You- I… should bandage the bite for you.”

You laugh. Here you are, at some hot vampire’s castle while he looks absolutely flustered asking if he can help you dress your wound.

“You’re adorable.” You sigh, as your laughter dies down.

Now it’s yourself who covers your mouth with your hands, as you stare into Gaku’s widened gaze that reflects the arched moon above.

Did you really just blurt that out loud?

“I- I’m sorr-“

“Hh... Thank you…”

You both say in unison.

A giggle leaves your lips again, yours and Gaku’s eyes meeting below the crescent’s gaze.

In the balmy rose scented night, your savior offers you another one of his gentle smiles, his sharp fangs catching the light of the starry firmament above.

Yes, you’ll definitely be staying for a while.

[goteique]

| THAW + GAKU. 

+cw. — fem!reader, biker au, biker!gaku, biker!nagumo, uzuki, akira, kashimo are mentioned, background uzurion & taroaoi; no fluff or smut so idk what to mention except, heavy pining, tension, first meet, and flirting. Will there be more? Lets see? 

+wc. —1.2k 

+syn.— oya? A new face in town? A new trophy to win? Perhaps. . .

+notes. — thought too much about biker!gaku while listening to Tough by l d ray and now i’m here.| redirect to blog navigation.

Gaku always ties his ace hand bandages on both hands all by himself while the spectators watch him do it, slowly surrounding him like a bevy of stars, boys and girls alike thinking what if he needs help, what if he picks one of them but he never picks someone from the crowd to do it. It is a holy ritual for him, a gesture of good luck before he secures a win against the rival gang but tonight as he spots a new face among the crowd and that too in the rival gang he can not help but wonder who might you be! 

He sees you hiding behind one of the top bikers in the rival gang, Rion Akao clutching onto her arms like it is a last stick in the sea to survive, eyes lingering all over the place with a downpour of worry and fear. Why did Akao-san bring you here? Or were you that curious that she could not dismiss your demand? Did you throw a tantrum? Oh my my! Are you the tantrum-thrower type? Kei who is standing by his side notices how Gaku’s hand movements have ceased while doing his silly habit for what he calls “a holy ritual.” 

He nudges Gaku’s elbow saying, “Oye focus.”

“Huh?” was all Gaku yielded from his chest looking at Kei and then looking at you asking, “Who’s that? Never seen her before.”

“That’s Rion. You truly need those eyes to get checked.” While Geku’s eyes still watch you from the gaps of the crowd, his eyebrows pinch at first; then he turns his head towards Uzuki exclaiming with a tone of taunt laced underneath, “Really now! You have eyes only for Rion-san but no one else, huh?” as he leans over the engine of his bike and everyone in the crowd vocally swoons in unison at his stance which certainly makes you notice that particular crowd surrounding a biker on the opposite side of the road.

Uzuki’s eyes go flat like a heart monitor of a dying patient. He can’t put up with this now! Literally can’t.Not again. The visible annoyance on his face does not go unnoticed by Gaku and hence, he decides to salt and pepper it as the announcement starts to blare, “Everyone! clear the path. The race is going to start soon. Everyone! clear the path The race. . .”

Today’s crowd is not that rowdy so Kashimo does not have to hurt his throat and lungs much. Sometimes he has to take medicine but that happens on special days, like when there is a race match between Taro and Uzuki. 

As the crowd disperses, Nagumo gets ready for his race against Gaku. The former holds his helmet in his hands as Rion whispers in his ears. Nagumo laughs as Rion steps away with a serious expression while he laughs before stating,” Sure. Sure. I will take her on a ride for sure,” looking at you. 

“I will not wear a helmet though.” You demand. One of Nagumo’s eyebrows jumps; not that Nagumo is reluctant to your choice yet feels the urge to look at Rion. Her expression does not help him much. 

“No. can’t do. Safety first lady.”  Nagumo chimes.

Now the road is occupied by the two bikers who are about to race against each other. Most of the crowd had stepped back to the pavement alongside the road. Gaku still has not completed his ace bandage, which is spotted from where Kashimo is announcing. He was just about to ping Uzuki about it but things take an unexpected turn.

Standing among the crowd, you laugh at Nagumo’s silly antics while Rion scolds him. Gaku glances at Kei before he extends his arm towards the other side of the road. The unified commotion of the crowd dissipates gradually as you finally lay eyes on him. You see the guy opposite Nagumo swallowing, the movement of his Adam’s apple is painfully visible. It takes a while for everyone to understand who is he pointing at.

Rion and Kei exchange looks. While Kei lets his fingers skim through his hair in disbelief a smile tugs up along Rion’s lips. “Go on. He is harmless,” says she swatting her hand making your lithe grip let loose. You look at Aoi who is standing beside Taro holding his hand because Rion saying ‘harmless’ is not the kind of gauging you can easily rely on. Aoi smiles at you while Taro just nods. Now, what’s that supposed to mean? You look at the biker on the opposite side of the road who is still waiting, extending his hand out towards you. 

You sigh, just once but with the silence that got clustered in this place within a few minutes your sigh sure sounds heavy. You cross the road, stand in front of Gaku, and grace him with a two-second eye contact before holding those dangling bandages. You tilt your head and inspect. There is not much to be done, except wrapping the tape around his fingers and the thumb part has already been done. It is a good thing that you knew otherwise it would be so embarrassing. Maybe he would instruct you or show you how to do it on one of his hands so that you could do the other. You secure the wrapping with the velcro ends it had. Your ears pick up a question, “Are you new around here?”

Gaku gives you his other hand with a tape coming out of his pocket. You look at him with a surprise washing over your face, lips visibly apart as your eyebrows pinch. Is this guy for real? “No. Not really,” you say inserting the loop over his thumb. You need a sort of support to achieve the tight binding it demands. A part of you wants to avoid any sort of skin contact not because he is a stranger or an acquaintance of an acquaintance but because you would like your boundaries to be protected. So, you scoot forward a little letting his fingertips rest on the leather jacket yours,  the left side where your heart resides, while holding his wrist that has already been wrapped. You start to wrap the tape around his wrist then diagonally when Gaku notices how even your heart beats. It makes him nervous. 

“What will you be doing after this race?” Your movement pauses for like two seconds and then you continue. “Are you free?” Gaku can feel your heart rate. It is not calm anymore. You tie around his knuckles, then move to wrap in between his fingers one by one taking your time while the grip on his wrist grows firm. You can feel his pulse too. It is throbbing like an old light in the attic.

“Am not,” you utter, sticking the two ends of velcro one over the other. Glancing at him once you get back to the other side of the road getting behind Rion like you did before but this time not holding her hand or Akiras who is smiling and giving you looks. 

“That was an odd display of . . . affection?” The mike is alive again. Gaku looks like he just has his pants. 

“You really need to teach him some manners Kei.”  Gaku voiced. 

Uzuki lets out a chuckle offering the most humble response, “Now why would I do that?”

[gakups4]

rough housing w/ gaku

gn!reader , light suggestiveness

- you’re mostly the one that initiates anything first, and gaku would gladly indulge in your little antics.

- when you brought up the mention of rough housing/play fighting, he doesn’t think much of it. but if you start the first shove, oh you’re not leaving his grasps for a while

- once he understands the gist of it, he’ll let you “win” first. though he does secretly likes the feeling of being pinned down, shoved, pushed—whatever else. it’s a comforting feeling for him (due to the lack of touch from a parental figure lol), you might’ve unlocked a new love language of his

- once you thought you almost won, gaku will immediately lean up and push you to the floor. he’ll slowly close the gap between both of your faces, gazing into your eyes with his own alluring red ones. oh both of your faces are sooo close, he could feel your panting breath on his face. once he’s satisfied, gaku will leave a peck on your lips and puts his focus back to his Switch. don’t get him wrong though, that kiss is a reward for him, not you.

- you could also bite him, he enjoys that too. either on his cheeks, biceps, or if you’re feeling a bit risky—his shoulders or torso. be careful though, he’ll bite you back 10 times harder and might even make you bleed (and he won’t admit fault)

- overall, gaku is truly happy to play fight you any time + he gets to win (even if it’s just a silly fight). he won’t ever pass on playing games with you, especially if it includes touching each other all over and the feeling of your skin on his.

[dotster001]

Day Two: Piercings

Summary: Gaku x gn!reader. The kid in your college class has some piercings that you can't stop looking at.

Modern au

A/N: okay, but Gaku with some piercings would be so hot 😭

October 2023 Prompt List

You'd never thought he'd be your type before. But God damn, was he hot.

The aloof kid who sat in the back of your folklore lecture was fine. Even if he always glared at you whenever you'd try to talk to him, and his twin seemed far more welcoming than him, something about him drew you in. 

Particularly the variety of earrings he wore. All on his left ear. From top to bottom, there was a bronze gear, something that looked like a wand, and a drum.

Maybe you were more impulsive than you ever thought you were, but you wanted to touch his earrings. Or maybe you wanted to flirtily caress his ear, using the earrings as an excuse. That's what your friend Kuro had teased when you'd told him about Gaku.

But you didn't think that was it. The drum in particular…it made you queasy sometimes when you looked at him.

So when the two of you were paired up for a project, and he had essentially told you, "Fuck off, I'll do it myself," you'd taken the opportunity to schedule meet ups with him. You were going to ask him about his earrings, god damn it!

It didn't go well…

"I just like them. Something wrong with that?"

"No-"

"You gonna judge me for my tattoos next?"

"You got tattoos?!"

"Let's just finish this project." 

You stared at him in disbelief. He'd always been aloof, but that felt outright hostile. And he seemed to realize it, because he sighed, and looked up from his book.

"I'm not used to people being genuinely interested. Usually it's a lot of 'it's gonna be hard to get a job with those'."

You smiled in what you hoped was a reassuring manor.

"I just think they're really cool. That's all."

He stared and sighed, closing his book.

"I'm a mechanic on the side. The gear is for that."

"And?"

It was clearly a stare down now. Who would crack first? 

You must have been lucky today.

"The one that looks like a stick is a wand. It's an onmyoji wand, we'll probably read a couple of stories about them this semester."

"Onmyoji…" you tested the word out, allowing yourself to taste the word. "I feel like I've heard that somewhere before."

"Yup," he muttered under his breath, moving to open his book again. If he did, you knew you'd never get to have this conversation again.

"And the drum?"

He stiffened. "I like drums."

"That's it?"

"It's not that deep." He seemed awfully insistent, but it wasn't worth pushing.

"And your tattoos?" 

He glared, but seemed to soften when he saw your pleading gaze.

"God, Yura is never gonna let me hear the end of this," he said, pulling down his collar and revealing a butterfly tattoo by his heart. "That's the only one I'll show you, by the way."

"One last question!" You giggled as he groaned. "Can I touch your earrings?"

"What the fuck kind of a question- fine! You can touch them if we can finish our project in this sitting."

You got up from your seat, and moved to the one next to him, gently pushing a lock of his unruly hair behind his ear, and slowly caressing the ridge, fiddling with each earring as you reached it. You lingered longer with the drum, staring so intently at it you didn't notice his ears and face turning bright red, until he stood up, knocking his chair over, and muttering, "I'll see you tomorrow."

He rushed out of the cafe before you could even process what was happening.

You stared down at your hand, noticing your fingers were shaking.

Huh.

[24hlevi]

heyy, congrats on the 2.5k followers !!! for the event I was wondering if I can request a small gaku x gn s/o with the prompt ❛ is that my shirt? ❜ pls?? ^^<3

ofc! thank you for being the first request 🫶

— "is that my shirt?"

gaku (sakamoto days) x gn!reader

warnings: none!

2.5k event

it was a late night when gaku returned home after work, if you could call it that. he was beyond tired and just wanted to sleep in your arms. he dragged his feet across the concrete and eventually found himself in front of your shared apartment. he quietly unlocked the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him and taking off his shoes. he noticed the bedroom light on and a small frown formed on his face. he didn't think you would stay up waiting for him to return, and he felt a tug at his heart.

he made his way down the hall and opened the bedroom door a little bit wider to see you sitting on the bed with a bowl of ramen in your hands watching the television.

your head quickly turned when the door opened wider and you immediately smiled. "oh, you're back!"

gaku nodded, looking at the time and then back at you. "what are you doing awake, baby? you don't have to stay up to make sure i come back." he said.

"i know, i know," you waved one of your hands. "but i also had the finale of my show tonight, so it was good timing! there's some ramen left over in the pot if you are hungry." you added, taking a bite of your noodles.

gaku nodded again, his eyes landing on the shirt you were wearing, and his head tilted to the side. "is that my shirt?" he asked you.

"huh?" you let out, looking down at your clothes before back at your boyfriend. "oh! uhm, yeah." you admitted sheepishly. "i was washing my clothes and didn't have anything," you added with a pout.

"it looks good on you," gaku said. "you can keep it." he smiled a little bit, but you could see it.

"really!?" you asked excitedly. "thank you!" you smiled widely.

gaku hummed in response and took off his bloodied clothes, leaving him in only his boxers as he crawled into the bed next to you. "so, what're you watching again?" he asked, his arm supporting the back of his head.

"singles inferno! its sooo good!" you answered.

"not one of those reality love shows," he groaned, letting his head fall onto the pillow.

"oh don't whine," you gently shoved him. "go to sleep if you want."

"but i want to sleep with you," he mumbled.

"okay fine you big baby," you teased lightly.

you turned off the television and put your bowl on the end table and laid down next to him. his arms immediately wrapped around you and he pulled you close to him.

"you should wear my clothes more often," he said quietly.

"i definitely will," you replied.

"good."

[rikus-hips]

「 Dirty Talk 」

Gaku Yaotome

— [cw] ⨾ dirty talk, teasing in public, ear licking, implied consent, oral sex mentions

“Huh? What do you mean, ‘that’s enough’?”

Gaku had been teasing (Y/n) for a good 5 minutes at this point, all of his attention focused on their left ear as they sat next to him in the back of the movie theatre.

“You can’t lie to me when you’re like this-”

Without so much as a warning Gaku tapped against (Y/n)’s crotch area, emphasizing how wetness began to seep into their clothing.

“-see?”

“Gaku!”

(Y/n) seethed through their teeth, trying not to seem as excited as they really were through their flushed features.

“C’mon, there’s practically no one here. Look- all the people are waaaay in the front.”

Gaku gestured towards the couple of groups that came to see the same showing.

They sat at least 30 feet away.

“Besides,”

Gaku’s dropped an octave as his lips returned to their resting place by (Y/n)’s ear, continuing to whisper.

“You‘ve already told me how horny my dirty talk makes you.”

A shiver wracked through (Y/n)’s body as Gaku ended his words with a lick up their earlobe.

“So why don’t you sit pretty and we’ll see how long it takes for you to start begging for my tongue?”

“…”

(Y/n) held back a lustful sigh as Gaku began to lightly massage the base of their neck.

“Maybe if you let out a couple moans for me, I’ll even let you grind yourself on my face. Wouldn’t you like that, babe?”

“Mmm….yea…”

The smirk on Gaku’s face grew as (Y/n) began to squirm in their seat, struggling to resist the urge to melt under his touch.

“After all, it would be a shame if you let all that juice go to waste.”

A drifting hand traveling up (Y/n)’s thigh hinted at what “juice” Gaku was referring to.

“Especially when Gaku Yaotome’s right here offering to lap it up.”

[lune-legerement-ebrechee]

[nanaosaki3940]

Feels Like A Family [Sakamoto Days]

I'm currently working on my next chapter and decided to share a small snippet of it... Please let me know if you liked it or not... 

Fanfic Name: Love In The Line Of Fire [Sakamoto Days]

Pairing: Yoichi Nagumo X OC

Nana's POV

I walked down the bustling street, my hand securely holding the small, warm hand of Hana, my cheerful five-year-old niece. The summer sun bathed us in a gentle, golden glow, casting long shadows as we made our way toward a popular dessert shop known for its delectable treats. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter, chatter, and the occasional bark from dogs being walked by their owners.

“So, Hana-chan, what kind of dessert are you in the mood for today? Ice cream? Cake?” I asked, glancing down at Hana with a warm smile.

Her wide, innocent eyes sparkled with excitement as she pondered the delicious options.

“Ice cream! I want strawberry with sprinkles!” Hana replied cheerfully, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

Her excitement was infectious, and I found myself grinning in response.

"Of course. We'll get the biggest ice creams they have…" I promised, imagining the joy on her face when she would see the towering scoops of her favorite flavor.

As we continued our walk, Hana suddenly pointed excitedly at something ahead.

“Aunt Na-chan! Look at that big dog!” she exclaimed, her voice high with delight, her tiny finger was directed at a fluffy, golden retriever that was trotting happily beside its owner.

“Yes, Hana-chan, it’s a very big dog. Maybe we can say hi to it on our way back…” I suggested while chuckling at her excitement, picturing the scene of Hana petting the friendly dog and her face lighting up with pure joy.

The sidewalks were crowded with people enjoying the pleasant weather. Vendors lined the street, selling everything from fresh flowers to colorful trinkets. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted from a nearby bakery, mingling with the aroma of street food being cooked at various stalls.

As we approached the dessert shop, the bustling crowd momentarily parted, revealing a familiar face striding towards us. It was Nagumo, easily recognizable in his signature brown trench coat, a printed shirt peeking out from beneath, and black pants. His long rectangular-shaped suitcase, undoubtedly filled with his assortment of weapons, was slung over his shoulder with a casual air.

“Yo-chan?” I called out, my voice tinged with surprise as I spotted him.

“Hey, Nana-chan! Fancy meeting you here!” Nagumo greeted, his trademark grin spreading across his face, radiating his usual infectious energy.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my eyebrows raised in curiosity as we closed the distance between us.

“I was actually heading to your place to meet up with Sakamoto-kun. But since I ran into you, I’ll stick around and we can go back together…” Nagumo replied in an energetic tone, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Did you come here to talk about the Death Row Inmate assassins?” I questioned further, a hint of concern in my voice.

“Yeah…” Nagumo responded, nodding his head solemnly, though the gleam in his eyes remained.

Just then, Hana tugged gently on my hand, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Who is this, Aunt Na-chan?” she asked, her innocent voice breaking the moment.

“This is Yoichi Nagumo. He’s a friend of mine and your dad’s…” I explained with a smile, introducing her to Nagumo.

“And who might this lovely young lady be?” Nagumo asked, his grin widening as he crouched down to Hana’s level, making sure to look her in the eye.

“I’m Hana! I’m my Daddy’s daughter!” Hana giggled, introducing herself with a bright smile that could light up the room.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hana-chan!” Nagumo responded, extending a hand dramatically, his grin widening even further.

“Nice to meet you too, Uncle Yo-chan!” Hana grinned back and shook his hand, her small fingers wrapping around his with an endearing enthusiasm.

Immediately, Hana's cheerful demeanor meshed seamlessly with Nagumo's playful nature, and seeing that brought a smile to my face. Nagumo had always had a special talent for connecting with kids. His blend of cheerfulness, playful energy, and undeniable charm made him irresistible to children. They found him fun yet safe and harmless, a figure who could effortlessly bring joy to their day. Women, on the other hand, were naturally drawn to his magnetic personality, while men admired his effortless confidence and charm, often wishing they could emulate his captivating presence.

I understood that feeling all too well. My first encounter with Nagumo occurred when Taro first got into JCC. Back then I was only 8 years old while Taro and Nagumo were 14 years old; they were just 6 years older than me. At that time, Taro was just beginning his training to become a professional assassin, and through this journey, he formed a fast friendship with Nagumo. Through Taro, I came to know Nagumo, who quickly became a significant presence in my life. He was everything one could admire: charming, charismatic, funny, witty, incredibly handsome, and endearingly cute. His boundless optimism and ever-present smile created a magnetic aura that drew people in effortlessly.

Nagumo's friendly and approachable demeanor made him popular among his peers and endeared him to those younger than him. His quick wit and humor kept everyone entertained, and his genuine kindness won the hearts of many. It was no wonder that children adored him and women found him irresistible. His ability to make anyone laugh with a quick-witted comment or lighten the mood with his infectious smile had always captivated me. It was easy to see why people were naturally drawn to him.

As a child, I had admired him from a distance, and as I grew older, those feelings blossomed into a quiet, persistent longing. I had been infatuated with him, and over the years, that infatuation matured into a deeper, more profound love. Even now, standing next to him as he effortlessly bonded with Hana, I felt that familiar flutter in my heart. Despite the years that had passed, my feelings for Nagumo remained as strong as ever, a constant, unspoken presence in my life.

His charming presence reminded me of countless moments from our shared past. His ability to make anyone laugh with a quick-witted comment or lighten the mood with his infectious smile had always captivated me. Watching him now, I was transported back to those days when I first realized just how special he was. He was more than just a friend of Taro’s; he had become an indelible part of my life story, someone who had always been there, quietly shaping my dreams and hopes.

And now, here he was, effortlessly winning over Hana, just as he had won over everyone else in his life. It was a poignant reminder of why I had fallen for him in the first place, and why those feelings had never truly faded. His presence was a testament to the enduring nature of my love for him, a love that had stood the test of time and continued to thrive in the quiet corners of my heart.

Nagumo and Hana continued to chat animatedly as we made our way to the ice cream parlor, their laughter filling the air. Once inside, the shop owner greeted us with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with delight at the sight of us.

“Oh, what a cute family you are! You make such a lovely couple with your adorable daughter!” the shopkeeper remarked, looking between the three of us with a beam of approval.

My face turned crimson upon hearing the comment. I felt a rush of heat spread across my cheeks and quickly opened my mouth to correct her.

“O-Oh, we're not actually—” I began, my voice wavering slightly from the unexpected embarrassment.

But before I could finish, Nagumo, ever the opportunist, cut me off with a mischievous grin.

“Thank you! Yes, I'm quite lucky to have such a young wife and cute daughter!” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulders with an easy familiarity before winking at me.

“Yeah! We're a happy family!” Hana giggled, catching on to the playful ruse as her eyes sparkled with delight at the game Nagumo was playing. “Daddy, can I have extra sprinkles on my ice cream?”

“Yes, anything for our dear Hana-chan! My sweet daughter!” Nagumo responded, his voice full of mock seriousness.

He tickled and hugged Hana gently, making her giggle louder, her laughter bouncing off the walls of the dessert shop. I stood there, flustered and at a loss for words. My mouth opened and closed a few times as I tried to find the right thing to say, but all I managed was a small, awkward smile. The shop owner's eyes were full of warmth and affection, completely convinced by Nagumo's and Hana's playful act.

As we ordered our desserts, I couldn't help but notice how natural Nagumo seemed in this role. He exuded a warmth and charm that made it easy for others to believe in the illusion he had created. His dark hair and eyes matched Hana's so well that it was no wonder the shop owner had mistaken them for father and daughter. With my presence completing the picture, it was easy to see why she had assumed we were a family.

“Here you go, a big strawberry ice cream with extra sprinkles for the little princess…” the shopkeeper said, handing Hana her treat with a fond smile.

“Thank you!” Hana exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement as she took her ice cream.

Nagumo and I both received our own desserts and coffee and he, in his usual generous manner, took care of the bill before we made our way to a cozy spot at a small table. Throughout the entire interaction, I could feel the amused glances of the other customers, and it only added to my flustered state. Sitting down, I couldn't help but glance at Nagumo, who seemed entirely unbothered by the whole situation.

“Enjoy your treat, everyone!” the shop owner called out as she returned to her work.

Hana, her face lighting up with delight, dove into her strawberry ice cream adorned with colorful sprinkles.

“This is so yummy!” Hana exclaimed between giggles, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

“I'm glad you like it, Hana-chan!” Nagumo replied warmly, casting a fond glance at her before turning his playful gaze toward me. “Nana-chan, you were positively adorable back there, all flustered and blushing.���

“Yo-chan, you really shouldn't have played along like that. It was embarrassing!” I chided, a slight frown betraying my lingering embarrassment as my cheeks retained their rosy hue.

“Oh, come on, Nana-chan. It was harmless fun!” Nagumo chuckled, tousling Hana's hair affectionately as she giggled along with us. “You should have seen your own expression! And besides, Hana-chan seemed to get a kick out of it.”

“Yeah, Aunt Na-chan! It was so funny!” Hana chimed in, her laughter bubbling with infectious joy.

“But you have to admit, we made quite a convincing family…” Nagumo teased with a mischievous smirk.

“Still, you didn't have to... to...” I huffed, crossing my arms and searching for the right words.

“To what? To acknowledge how lucky I am to have such a beautiful young wife and an adorable daughter?” Nagumo interjected playfully, his grin widening. 

“Stop teasing me, baka!” I scowled, though a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

“You two are funny! Just like a real mommy and daddy!” Hana added with a wide grin, clearly amused by our banter.

Despite my initial embarrassment, I couldn't help but smile at Hana's innocent comment. The warmth between us was palpable in that quaint confectionary shop. As Nagumo and Hana continued their playful interaction, a sense of contentment settled over me. For that brief and sweet afternoon, sitting together like this, we truly felt like a family.

As I leisurely sipped my coffee, I observed Nagumo and Hana engrossed in lively conversation, their laughter and chatter creating a warm ambiance around our table. Nagumo, with his characteristic charm and animated gestures, was deep in conversation with Hana. He asked her about school life, her friends, and her hobbies, and in return, regaled her with amusing anecdotes about her father Taro Sakamoto during their days at JCC. Hana, wide-eyed and fully attentive, hung on every word, finding immense amusement in learning about her father's youthful antics.

Notorious for the intricate tattoos adorning his whole body, Nagumo even showcased a few to Hana which were on his arms and neck, sharing stories behind some of the designs. His playful side emerged as he performed magic tricks with his dice, deftly making them disappear into thin air, leaving Hana marveling with wonder.

Nagumo possessed a natural affinity for interacting with children, a skill that seemed effortless for him. Not everyone could engage with youngsters as effortlessly as he did. Beyond his knack for connecting with kids, Nagumo genuinely enjoyed their company. Whether it was indulging in sweets together, sharing stories, or simply engaging in playful banter, he thrived in their presence. It made me reflect on what kind of father he might one day become. I couldn't help but imagine him as the epitome of a cool, fun-loving dad—someone his children would undoubtedly adore. His inherent warmth and ability to create joyful moments would undoubtedly make him a cherished figure in his children's lives. It was a thought that filled me with a sense of certainty and warmth.

Contemplating Nagumo's future, I couldn't shake the question of whether he would ever find it within himself to settle down and create a family of his own. His career as a professional assassin, aligned with both JAA and the Order, presented formidable obstacles to such aspirations. I reflected on my cousin Taro's experience—he had made the difficult decision to exit the assassin world in order to build a family with Aoi. Their journey underscored the sacrifices and challenges inherent in balancing a life of danger with the desire for domesticity.

In contrast, my parents had boldly chosen to defy the odds, navigating the perilous waters of their profession while choosing to marry and eventually bring me into the world. Their decision to start a family despite the risks spoke volumes about their love and commitment. I had always felt their affection deeply, and their words of gratitude for having me in their lives were a testament to their unwavering devotion. I cherished the bond we shared and considered myself fortunate to call them my parents.

Turning my thoughts back to Nagumo, I couldn't help but ponder his stance on relationships and marriage. He was a different case altogether. From what I knew of him, he had never ventured into a serious romantic entanglement despite his charm and affable nature. While he had casually dated during his tenure at JCC, those interactions had never progressed beyond the superficial, likely due to the inherent risks of his profession. His profession as an assassin imposed significant barriers to forming lasting attachments, and I wondered if he harbored any desires for a more settled life.

The thought gnawed at me—did he envision a future that involved settling down and sharing his life with someone?

Presently, Nagumo remained single and unattached, with no apparent romantic interests or crushes on the horizon. If there was someone he fancied, I believed I would have been aware of it by now. And yet, despite the passing years, my own feelings for him had not waned. I still harbored a deep affection, nurtured from the innocence of childhood. Now, as a young woman, I found myself contemplating whether it was time to disclose my feelings to him.

I had grown since those innocent beginnings of admiration when I harbored a childish crush. My experiences had shaped me into a mature individual, and I knew Nagumo must see me differently now—a woman rather than the girl he had once known. If he didn't, then it was up to me to make him see me in a new light. I resolved to take the initiative in altering his perception. The thought emboldened me, stirring a resolve to confront my feelings and perhaps take a chance on love with Nagumo, despite the uncertainties that lay ahead.

The question lingered in my mind like a persistent whisper, echoing through the depths of my thoughts. If I were to muster the courage and convey my feelings to Nagumo, would he reciprocate? Could I dare to hope that he might accept me as more than a friend—a potential girlfriend, even?

It wasn't merely a matter of summoning bravery; it was about navigating the uncertainties that accompanied such a confession. Nagumo, entrenched in a perilous profession as an assassin, had forged a life defined by danger and unpredictability. His world was a stark contrast to the stability and security that traditional relationships often required. Would he be willing to venture into uncharted emotional territory, to explore the possibility of intimacy and commitment with me?

My heart fluttered with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. I had known Nagumo for years, watching him navigate life with his characteristic charm and wit. Yet, beneath his affable demeanor lay a complexity that intrigued and, at times, perplexed me. Would he view my confession as an unexpected revelation, or had he perhaps sensed the undercurrent of affection that had lingered between us?

I replayed our interactions in my mind, searching for signs—subtle hints that might indicate his feelings toward me. Had there been moments when his gaze lingered a fraction longer, or his smile held a deeper warmth? Or had I been projecting my own desires onto our friendship, seeing what I wished to see rather than what was truly there?

These questions swirled within me, intertwining with memories of shared laughter, meaningful conversations, and the undeniable bond we had forged over the years. If I were to take the leap and confess my love, would it risk our friendship, or could it potentially blossom into something more profound—a partnership built on trust, mutual respect, and a shared journey through life's uncertainties?

The thought both excited and terrified me. Yet, as I contemplated the possibility of revealing my feelings to Nagumo, I knew that uncertainty was an inevitable part of love. Perhaps, in embracing vulnerability and expressing my truth, I would discover that our connection ran deeper than I had ever imagined—a bond resilient enough to weather the challenges that lay ahead.

"Nana-chan, my dear wife?" Nagumo's teasing voice interrupted my reverie, his smirk pulling me back from my thoughts. "Looks like you're lost in deep contemplation. What's brewing in that pretty little head of yours?"

"Nothing much…" I sighed softly, a smile tugging at my lips as I took another sip of coffee before glancing affectionately at Hana, who was immersed in her delight over the ice cream. "I was just thinking how much Hana-chan is enjoying herself here."

Noticing a smear of ice cream lingering at the corner of Hana's lips, I reached out instinctively, gently wiping it away with my finger before casually licking it off. Nagumo's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected gesture. In response, he theatrically smeared a bit of cream from his pastry near his lips, turning towards me expectantly.

"Honey, could you do me a favor and wipe this off?" Nagumo's request was playful, his pout exaggerated, eliciting an eye roll and a playful scoff from me.

"Handle it yourself, hubby…" I retorted playfully, tossing a few napkins in his direction.

"Aww, Hana-chan, see how mean Mommy is?" Nagumo exaggerated further, continuing the playful charade.

"Yeah! Mommy, stop being mean to Daddy!" Hana chimed in, giggling mischievously as she joined the game.

"Okay, you two, enough!" I laughed, pretending to scold them both, before reaching out to playfully pinch their cheeks simultaneously.

Our laughter filled the air around us, creating a warm, lively atmosphere in the cozy confectionery shop. As we bantered and teased each other, I couldn't help but revel in the joy of the moment. Despite the teasing and the playful dynamics, there was an underlying warmth and closeness between us. It felt almost like a glimpse into what a real family might feel like—filled with love, laughter, and genuine affection.

The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting a gentle glow over our little tableau. Hana's laughter echoed in the background, blending with Nagumo's teasing banter. In that moment, surrounded by sweetness and laughter, I couldn't deny the fondness that had grown for Nagumo over the years. He had become more than a childhood friend; he was someone who understood me deeply, someone who brought lightness and joy into my life.

As we enjoyed our treats and shared moments of lightheartedness, I couldn't shake the lingering thought—the possibility of what could be if I dared to express the feelings that had been quietly simmering within me. It was a daunting prospect, yet one that held the promise of something beautiful and profound.

But for now, I was content to bask in the warmth of our playful camaraderie, savoring the simple pleasures of being together in that cozy corner of the world, where laughter flowed freely and love lingered in the air.

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