#Gaku Space

[lgspears]

for the Transformers x G.I. Joe movie, i nominated Daniel Brühl as Cobra Commander, Sam Heughan as Laird James McCullen Destro XXIV/Destro, Adelaide Kane as Anastasia DeCobray/Baroness, Gaku Space as Thomas S. Arashikage/Storm Shadow, Stefan Kapičić as Serpentor, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau as Brian Binder/Doctor Mindbender, Clive Standen and Michiel Huisman as Tomax and Xamot Paoli, Josh Lawson as Zartan, Xavier Samuel as Sebastian Bludd/Major Bludd and James Badge Dale as Scrap-Iron.

[iffdwrandomizer]

So, I was able to find an interesting youtube channel. This is Gaku Space, the voice of Genji from Overwatch. I couldn't believe that I was able to find this.

[satrs]

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Synopsis. Videos hold memories you can look back to. So why not make one with him to capture your lewd memorials?

Feat. GAKU. SHIN ASAKURA. YOICHI NAGUMO. NATSUKI SEBA. xfem!reader

Tags. MDNI. recording intimate acts. smexual intercourse. unprotected s$x. dirty talk. breeding(?). doggy. a$$ smacking. cunnilingus. oral(fem!receiving). riding. reverse cowgirl. teasing. cl!toral play. slight dumbification in gakus & shishibas. overstim in gakus. brief use of esp in shins. Use of good girl in nagumos.

✎ A/N; Hihi lovelys!^^ Didn't see enough sakamoto days post and was genuienly shocked??? So yk mama had to cook something tf up! Hope you enjoy this! ^^

Gaku ★ Back view!

The obnoxious, striking sound begins to be a never-ending cycle, his hips snapping against your rear, cock head bruising your mushy g-spot. Your sounds muffled against the sheets, the patch of saliva turning the white material into a darker shade.

He's knocking the wind out of your lungs, deep calculated thrusts causing the barely stable bed to creak!

Oh, no.

You try to warn him, but as you lift your head to say something, his hard thrust sends you flying forward headfirst into the pillow again.

It’s not that he could hear you anyway, not over the nasty squelching of your cunny, not when he’s switching his fixated gaze from your bullied cunt to the phone in his hand, and surely not when he’s in this deep fixated trance.

"Nghhh! R-right there!"

There's barely any sense left in his head as your mushy walls stick to him like glue, engulfing his gushing cockhead in a tight headlock. Fuck, he feels like he might die if you keep choking him like this.

His hand traces down the curve of your ass, spreading your cheek for a better view. And as embarrassing as it is, he couldn't give one fuck about the absurdly loud moan he lets out.

Smack!

The loud sound of his skin adoring your ass in a crimson shade erupts, functioning as a silent instruction you understand almost instantly, arching your back in a way that your lower half almost levitates off the mattress.

Gakus audible hum rings in your ear, a harsh prod against your g-spot. "Goshhh Gaku, m' gonna-"

Breaking you off, he growls at the absurd clench of your walls around him.

"Fuck. Js' look at this fuckin' mess. Yer gonna cum, huh? Spray your juices all over my dick?" You're twisting your head to face him- you see his eyes obsessively fixating on your leaking cunt, essence coating you both in a thin glistering veil while swallowing up his hefty cock over and over, and-

In almost an instant, he lifts his right foot up, planting it firmly into the crinkling sheets before ramming his dick into you, bullying his way up to your cervix.

A black canvas coats your vision and a loud shriek punched out of your lungs signals your surprising orgasm, hitting like a slap to the face. It's intense - fierce, even.

And he? He was no better.

A deep, shuddering groan rumbled from his chest, his grip on your hips tightening as he fought to hold on, to savor the way your body clenched around him. His breaths were ragged, hot against your skin, his movements growing erratic—desperate, losing himself inside your comforting heat completely.

The way you're sucking him in and making his mind go feral should actually be illegal. Never has he ever lost control over himself like he did with you. He tries to desperately fight off every single thought flooding in, telling him to just hurl the phone into space so he can fuck you even harder. Deeper.

But, besides you, there's nothing he loves more than a challenge. He'll make it work. And even better, he'll get you on camera, getting your back completely blown-out in every sense of the word.

Your arms betray you as you fall onto your chest, arms nothing more than jelly. The raw force of his thrusts sends you flying forward, your head almost hitting the headboard, and you reach your arm back in an attempt to slow him down, to no avail.

His arm swings around your waist before your trembling legs threaten to give out on you. A firm grip, giving you no room to escape, only to take it.

“T-too much!” you gasped, but your voice was shaky, contradicting the way your fingers dug into his arms, as if you couldn’t decide whether to push him away or pull him closer.

“Too much?” he mused in a teasing tone. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear, the camera now recording his hand around your neck, presenting your tear-stained face on full display.

He presses his lips against your ears, teasing in a low whisper. “You can take it. Just one more for me, yeah?” His hand quickly retreats to your hips as he lifts himself up again, movement never stopping.

You barely register your second release crashing onto you, your cries muffled into the flattened, sweat-stained pillow. The camera captures your arched, glistering back, the deafening plap! plap! plap! Sounds of him slamming against you are prominent on the recording.

"Better see your juices allll over the camera."

You can't breathe, can't think. Everything is just too much and perfect at the same time, the overstimulating sensation making you go crazy - a senseless mess.

In a desperate attempt to slow him down, you reach your hand back against his hips, trying to slow him down only to be slapped away by him with a harsh smack followed by a disgruntled scoff.

"Move that fuckin' hand." His voice laced in venom as his balls tightened, so close to shooting ropes after ropes into your vast hole.

"Look at you," he rasped, his voice thick with something between awe and hunger. His free hand slid up your spine, fingers pressing into the arch of your back, grounding you in the intensity of the moment. "Nasty fuckin' pussy's taking me so well."

Your body trembled in his grasp, the aftershocks of pleasure pulsing through you in waves, leaving you breathless. Your limbs felt boneless, melting into the sheets as he drove himself deeper, chasing his own release.

A deep, guttural groan tore from his lips, his fingers digging into your skin as he lost himself in the heat of you. His movements grew frantic, every thrust more desperate than the last, as if he were trying to memorize the way you felt around him, the way your body responded to his.

With a final, shuddering thrust, his body tensed against yours, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as he gave in completely. His grip softened, his weight pressing into you in the most delicious way, grounding you both in the hazy afterglow.

His breath came in ragged pants, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he spilled fat globes of cum into you, every pulse of release dragging him deeper into euphoria.

He let out a shaky laugh, pressing his forehead against yours. "Hope you know," he murmured, his voice still husky. "I’m never deleting that."

Shin Asakura ★ Amateur!?

This might've been the best idea he's ever heard anyone think of- literally.

All it took for him was a quick look into your thoughts during your heated make-out after his long, exhausting day at the shop, and fuck, why didn't you just tell him?

You’re embarrassed he'd refuse? In what world could it be possible for him to refuse this - you?

He couldn’t be more grateful for his mind-reading abilities than now, when his room shifts into something straight out of a porn scene, quite literally.

Because this, you on top of him with your legs locking him in place, his light-colored hair sprawled out onto the soft cushion, is all he needed after a draining day.

The camera moves in the rhythm of your hips, carefully focusing onto his face down to his glistering abs, not failing to capture his rapid breathing, your escaping mewls and the lewd clap!, A sound that echoes each time your hips heave down against his.

"Why, fuckkk, didn't you just tell me?", His breathless voice snaps you out of your drunken daze. Your hand grasps back to his clenching thigh for stability, struggling to hold back the moans scratching your throat.

"Thought y-you wouldn't wan' to." He scoffs, hands planted to your hips, the former assassin's beastly strength overpowering you, snapping his hips up into your heat whilst his strong hands hold you in place.

"Me? Not wanting this? Girl puh-lease."

By just one look at the video, even an idiot can make out the unprofessional setting, muffled noises and wonky hold, but everyone starts off somewhere, right?

"S-stop rambling so much.“

With your eyes carefully examining the phone, making sure you get each lip-bite, each eye roll and each desperate whimper from your lover, your hips grind against his frantically.

Luscious. That's how you'd describe him right now.

"H-heh. I look luscious? 'M flattered." Unsteady breath betraying him, the bashful smile he flashes you makes your heart rapidly beat in your chest.

"I can hear ya, ya know?", he teases further, licking his dried lips in a swift motion before caging them in between his teeth.

Normally, you would've scolded him for infiltrating your thoughts just like that, but how could you be mad at your sweet boyfriend when he's letting you fulfill your long desired fantasies? Exactly. You couldn’t.

A slow smirk tugged at your lips as you speed up the gyrations of your hips, your free hand holding onto his chest for stability.

A strangled groan left his lips, hands instinctively flying to your hips as his eyes shot open. Fingers dig into your hips, harsh, and he can not only hear—no,  he can feel you coming close to your release, your talkative hole gushing and squeezing around him.

This must be heaven.

Here, he can die a happy man.

"Ya still with me?" You pull yourself back slightly, the camera following the teasing trail your fingers leave behind on his chest.

He lives for moments like these—your soft giggle, the teasing tone in your voice, your mesmerizing hips - everything.

Eyes glazed over with lust, he takes in your figure towering over him, dick twitching inside of you once he notices the sensual smirk.

God, he's gonna lose his sanity.

A shiver ran down your spine as his strong arm held you close, pressing you against the warmth of his body. His grip was firm yet possessive, his touch leaving a trail of heat along your skin.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and rough against your ear. “So perfect.”

Your breath hitched as he adjusted his hold, angling the lens just right, ensuring that every delicate shift of your body was recorded in exquisite detail. The way your fingers curled against his chest, the subtle tremor in your thighs—it was all for him, and he was utterly mesmerized.

His free hand skimmed up your back, fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns that sent sparks of warmth radiating beneath your skin. His movements were unrelenting yet controlled, each one drawing you deeper into the haze of pleasure, every brush of his touch making you feel adored, cherished.

His lips grazed the shell of your ear, his voice a mix of awe and restraint. "I want you to watch it later, see how good you look like this."

A soft whimper escaped you at his words, the promise in his tone sending a delicious shudder through your body. The thought of seeing yourself through his eyes, of witnessing the raw devotion in the way he held you, made your pulse quicken.

His pace never faltered, his movements fluid, precise. Every touch, every whispered praise, sent you spiraling further into the moment, lost in the intensity of his presence. The warmth of his breath against your skin, the way he held you as if you were something precious—it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

A breathless giggle rings in your ear before you feel one strong arm wrapping around your waist, snatching the device from your hand.

"My turn now, mkay?" You just nod mindlessly, your limp body falling on top of his. His pace is quick and brutal, pistoning his dick in and out of you faster than you can even register.

His arm extends over your back further down to the valley of your ass, where the camera perfectly captures the slick motion of his cock sliding in and out of your swollen hole.

Your orgasm hit you like a lightning strike, your whole body tensing up as pleasure consumes you whole, teeth digging into his shoulder at the overwhelming euphoria devouring you whole, body rocking with friction against his firm abs as his harsh hips smash up against you.

"Just like that, princess. Lay back and just look pretty for the camera."

You shivered at his words, the deep timbre of his voice sending a wave of heat down your spine. His grip was firm yet careful as he adjusted the camera’s angle, ensuring that every detail—the flush of your skin, the slow rise and fall of your chest—was captured just the way he wanted.

“Thereee we go,” he murmured, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your thigh, a contrast to the intensity in his gaze. “Absolutely perfect.”

Your breath hitched as he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before pulling back just enough to admire you. His eyes roamed over your form with unfiltered adoration, as if committing every inch of you to memory.

"Stay with me, baby," he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder, his voice laced with adoration. "I want to remember this. Every. single. second."

And with the soft glow of the camera capturing it all, you knew you would.

Shishiba ★ Wet 'n wild!

"Hold the damn camera straight."

His baritone voice rings in your ear, your shaky hand struggling to hold the camera in place. If only you could.

It's a shame, really. The unsteady lens only captures a fraction of Shishibas handsome face, his hair pushed back by your very own hand tangled in his golden strands, revealing his handsome features.

But you can't help it- not when his vicious mouth shares a french kiss with your pussy, not missing your clit as he circles his tongue around it, sucking the pulsating button hard, sharp eyes looking directly into the camera, his sly smirk barely noticeable against your heat.

"Poor girl. Can't do anything by herself." His snarky remark flies over your head as all you can focus on is his wet muscle digging into your cavity, exploring each triggering spot imaginable.

"In the end," an unoccupied hand comes up to grip your wrist, steadying your wobbly hand, a clear image of his face now visible. "I always have to help out, hm?" Mouth back on your cunt with predatory eyes now fixated on your face, he's making sure to catch every expression of yours.

Not one subtle twitch goes unnoticed by him while keeping up his assault on your cunt, fingers trailing down down down from your thigh to your hole, teasing pads drawing circles around it.

He grins against your heat as you eagerly clench down onto his barely inserted pointer and middle finger, his hungry mouth not wavering from your pulsating clit.

"Y-you're sooo mean, shi'."

"Me? Mean?", the soft coo in his voice is a jarring contrast to his assault on your poor cunt, his slender fingers massaging your soaked cunt in a teasing manner. "But I'm making you feel good, no?"

Biting back a snarky remark, you urge his face closer to your pussy, hips wiggling in his hold. "Urgh! Just-"

You cut yourself off with a stunned yelp, his hot tongue lapping at your puffy clit, and you swear you can feel him spelling some letters onto your cunt, the grip on your hips tightening.

"Please, shi." the pleasure overwhelms you as you hitch your breath, a tingling sensation electrifying your body. You buck your hips, forcing his mouth impossibly further into your core, fingers scraping the depth of your hole.

Even with him down in between your legs, you feel so utterly helpless, failing to lift your head to fully gaze upon him, repeatedly falling back into the sheets.

God, the video must be terribly filmed. You'll never hear the end of it.

Your sounds are drowned out by your thighs locking him firmly into place, legs thrown over his shoulder with your heels digging into his back.

Shishiba's luxuriated in your sweetness, hum in content with each spurt of essence you deliver right into his eager mouth. He doesn't hesitate to gulp down each and every bit of you, not leaving one place untouched with his greedy tongue.

Lost in the sauce, they say. Yes, he gets it now.

His eyes close in content, and he barely even notices how he grinds his angry throbbing cock against the sheets in a frenzy, the fat of your thigh gushing from between the gaps of his fingers from his strong hold.

Repeated sobs snap him back into reality. He almost moans at the sight of your tear-stained face, nose cutely scrunching up after your frustrated snivel, scrunched eyebrows firmly accommodating the frown on your face.

It's too much—his tongue french-kissing your cunt, his fingers curling up into your g-spot, and his intense stare keeping you captured. Your tummy sucks in, a fire licking up your spin and pooling heat low into your belly, a pressure coiling so tight that it feels like you might break.

Ah. Now he's hit the nail.

"I- hahhh! Please- I can't, Shi! "

You don't even know what you're begging for at this point once the tight coil in your stomach snaps, muscles tensing almost painfully as the back of your head digs into the bed, toes curling as you're drowning in the euphoric high with one last desperate cry of his name.

So cute.

Thumb rubbing tight circles on your thigh in a soothing manner, helping you calm down from your high. He can feel your hand trying to push him away from your heat as your other hand grasps for his wrist, still shamelessly smacking against your pussy, pumping his fingers slowly in and out of you.

Wait, something is off.

Lazy eyes examine your sprawled-out figure, noticing the phone lying flat on your stomach, capturing the plain ceiling, and he wonders if you even managed to film anything but your obscene sounds bouncing off the rooms walls.

Raising yourself up on your elbows, you give him an apologetic grin, heavy breathing in sync to his.

Huffing out a frustrated breath, he briefly closes his eyes as he rests his cheek against your thigh before licking his glistering lips in a lustful manner at your twitching clit protesting at the loss of stimulation.

"Well, can't be helped. Gotta do it all over again, doll."

Yoichi Nagumo ★ Press my buttons, baby!

"Nuh uhhh. Eyes up here, sweetie."

Followed by a light titter, he lifts your head up by the chin, urging your attention towards the mirror. Your eyes meet his in the reflection, not failing to catch the smug grin plastered on his face, the digital device just barely hiding his mahogany eyes.

This deeply engraved desire inside always got the better of him. Nagumo favors filming you both in the act, especially hoping for the footage to keep him sane during one of his many abroad jobs.

So this has become somewhat normal the night before he's off to a job the next morning, a lucky charm of sorts. Every time he lies on the foreign hotel bed, frustrated and exhausted, the only thing that can lighten his mood is you.

A Strong tattooed arm wraps around your waist, effortlessly lifting you up, up, up, your cunt desperately clasping around the crown of his cock, before slamming you back down. His girthy length stuffs your needy hole up each time your ass meets his pelvis - the loud gasp you let out surely prominent on the device recording the lewd scene.

"Eyes on the price, baby."

And you sure do.

Your eyes scan over what little you could make out through the dimly lit mirror, soaking in the black ink casing his skin. His fleshy biceps rubs against your skin with every slight movement, and his raven hair is disheveled.

His tall figure is towering over yours even while sitting down with your spread-out legs, exposing your stuffed pussy on display. His free hand twists your nipple as his mouth attacks your neck, planting deep red marks over it to his heart's content.

"Mhm, such a gorgeous girl."

He's eager to get a reaction out of you, trying to spice up the recording with a variety of gasps, thunderstruck expressions and cries of his name.

"And such a pretty fuckin' pussy."

Awestruck, your hand flies down towards his arms as he tries to sneak his pointer towards your puffy clit, his breath hot against your neck at one particular squeeze of your pussy.

His mind is running a thousand miles per hour with each slippery sound your sloppy hole generates, and each time he catches a glimpse of your fucked out face, his hips stutter.

Your cunt is gushing out those sweet, slick, glistening juices shimmering in the scope of the camera, and he swears he can hear your sweet essence flooding out, coating almost the entirety of his lower half.

God, he's gonna lose it.

How couldn't he? How can he possibly keep his cocky facade when you're caging his poor sensitive cock head in the depths of your tunnel? Exactly, there's no way.

"C'monnn, I know you can do it. Wanna watch this later and see my girl goin' all out."

Teasing fingers sneak towards your breast, twisting your neglected nipple to get a rise out of you, snickering at your desperate gasps.

There's no way for you to even try to bite back on his remarks when he's fucking you so good, not leaving one single spot on and in your body untouched, the only thing holding him back is his right hand holding the phone.

"Ya can do that for me, right?" The camera is wobbly in his hold as he grows impatient, clenched thighs snapping against your ass in vigor. Even with you on top of him, you are like putty in his hands, suffering from his powerful thrusts up against you, forcing his squirting head up to kiss your cervix.

Close. You're so damn close.

The crack in his voice goes unnoticed by you as you're eyes scrunch shut, fist clenching on his wrist at the overwhelming feeling of his prominent veins rubbing up against your walls. "M-mhmm!"

He's quick, gifting the side your fleshy thigh with a sharp strike of his hand. "Good fuckin' girl." The grip on the device becomes stiff, his balls clenching tightly, begging to pump you full of his seed.

Hiding his face in the crook of your neck he plasters it with open-mouthed kisses, his unsteady breathing causing goosebumps on your skin.

"Uh huhhh, just- hahhh, just a little longer, pretty." His bulky cock slides against your walls, the friction so good that it's almost unbearable.

The tight pressure building up inside your heat grows intense, causing your breath to quicken and your body to tremble, surely causing the camera in his hand to shake as you desperatly claw at his arms for stability.

"Gumoooo!" Your rough whimper rings his ears, fierce eyes snapping up to meet your face. "Shhhh I know, I know. Give it to me. Let me see."

His rushed voice echoes in excitement, eyes brightening as his gaze flickers between your face and the camera, making sure to capture you falling apart on top of him.

Your body jerks, back arching off his chest once he hits the bullseye inside of you. There go stars bursting behind your eyelids as the all-consuming pleasure crashes over you. Every syllable, every sound was pulled from your ragged, desperate bursts.

Trying to escape from the immense pleasure, your thighs clasp together only to be forced apart by his strong hand with an annoyed scoff. "Don't you dare. I gotta see you. All of you."

The hold he has on the phone is surprisingly steady—scarily, even. As if it were propped up somewhere, completely stone-solid, capturing every detail visible. From the saliva dripping down your chin all the way down to your stuffed pussy with his cum oozing out of-

Wait, when did he?-

"F-fuuuuuck!"

Exposed tattooed neck on full display as he throws his head back, his voice raising an octave higher, and if he wouldn't be having an intense orgasm right now, he might've been embarrassed at the ridiculous change in his tone. But not now.

Not when your pussy is struggling to hold onto his pulsating cock, strings of his cum dripping out of your hole, not when your shaking thighs lock around his calves in a desperate attempt to steady your slumping body, and especially not when your arm forces his head down to your level to tangle him in a nastiest, sloppiest kiss imaginable.

"Would you look at that mess", he's out of breath, gasping almost with his chest heaving, calming himself from his reached high, tightly holding your slumping body against his.

The camera is tossed behind you onto the soft sheets, his eyes taking in the sight before him in the mirror. With his absent mind, he spreads your puffy lips apart, your saturated heat packed full of his inches.

A breathless chuckle rushes against your neck, his chin resting on your shoulder and your eyes locking in the mirror; he's whispering in a low tone.

"Perfect."

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[yvesssssssss]

How would react the boys of Sakamoto days to their girl being grumpy for having such a bad day?? Would they give her space or comfort her? Feel free to ignore this request I don't really know how to put the idea into words D:

I love your writing btw :^

How the Sakamoto Days Boys React to Their Girlfriend Being Grumpy After a Bad Day

(nagumo, shin, gaku, natsuki, shishiba, heisuke)

No matter who you’re with, by the end of the night, you’re laughing, relaxed, and definitely feeling better. And whether it’s through jokes, food, affection, or sheer stubbornness, they all prove one thing—

Nagumo Yoichi – Annoying but Effective Distraction

Nagumo notices your mood immediately, draping himself over your shoulders with an exaggerated gasp.

“Who dares make my beloved this grumpy? Name them. I’ll make them disappear.”

You glare at him. “Nagumo.”

He grins, unfazed. “Ah, so it’s me then. What a plot twist.”

He follows you around, cracking jokes, pulling stupid faces, and dramatically fake-crying until you finally—finally —huff out a small laugh. That’s all he needs.

“There it is. Knew you couldn’t resist me.”

Then he pulls out the real cure: your favorite food. The two of you eat together while he dramatically retells stories from his missions, making you roll your eyes—but you’re smiling now, and he’s satisfied.

Shin Asakura – Supportive and Attentive

Shin doesn’t even need to ask—you’re grumpy, and he knows why. Instead of pushing you to talk, he quietly places a warm drink in your hands and sits beside you.

“Wanna tell me about it?” he asks softly.

You shake your head. He nods, staying silent but letting you lean against him. The steady rhythm of his fingers tracing small circles on your back is comforting.

Eventually, when you do start talking, he listens completely, muttering things like, “That sucks. You didn’t deserve that.” And when you’re done, he hugs you so tight you melt into his warmth.

You sigh. “Thanks, Shin.”

“Always.”

Gaku – Aggressively Protective but Sweet

Gaku’s first instinct is to fight whoever made you upset.

“Tell me who did it. I’ll break their legs.”

“It’s just been a bad day, Gaku,” you mumble.

He crosses his arms, still scowling, but then huffs. “Tch. Alright. Get up.”

Before you can protest, he drags you out for an impromptu stress relief mission. Whether it’s going to the arcade, smashing things at a break room, or even sparring (he does go easy on you), he refuses to let you sit and sulk.

By the time you’re clutching a giant stuffed prize he won for you, laughing at his stupid antics, you’re definitely feeling better. Gaku smirks, ruffling your hair.

“Knew I’d fix it.”

Natsuki Seba – Jokes and Gentle Comfort

Natsuki doesn’t even ask—you plop onto the couch, and he’s already tossing a blanket over you.

“Rough day? Same. Wanna be miserable together?” he jokes.

He lets you rest against him, cracking dumb jokes and showing you ridiculous videos on his phone. When you finally snort at one, he grins.

“There we go. My work here is done.”

If you want to talk, he listens with a quiet hum of acknowledgment. If you don’t, he just keeps playing with your hair until your grumpiness fades into sleep.

Shishiba – Silent Support, No Questions Asked

Shishiba takes one look at your face and simply places a drink next to you. No questions, no pushing—just quiet understanding.

When you finally let out a long sigh and lean into his side, he rests a hand on your back. “Better?”

You nod. He squeezes your shoulder, satisfied. That’s all you needed—him, steady and reliable, reminding you that no matter how bad your day is, he’ll always be there.

Heisuke Mashimo – Flustered but Trying His Best

Heisuke notices right away but panics internally.

“Uh—uhh, do you want a hug? Or space? Or food? Or—”

You sigh. “Just sit with me, Heisuke.”

“Oh. Okay!” He immediately plops down next to you, fidgeting.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, he suddenly stands up. “Wait! I know what’ll cheer you up!”

And then—he starts dancing. Badly. It’s so stupid that you burst out laughing. He gasps. “Wait, that worked?!”

You grab his arm, pulling him back down into a hug. “Yeah, it did. Thank you.”

He turns bright red but grins. “A-anytime.”

I hope you like it! Lmao, I kinda didn’t like the way I wrote it, I feel like I could’ve done better, but maybe I’m just overthinking it. Either way, I hope you enjoy it even a little!

[gakukitty]

mini sakadays bf hcs ‪‪❤︎‬⸝⸝

𓂃  ࣪   ˖ sfw ver. — nsfw ver. (coming soon)— masterlist.

boyfriend! nagumo who takes you in the most random dates ever. from the theatre, to the museum, to a nearby duckpond— he never ever bores you !!

boyfriend! gozu who looooocesss teasing you. he leans down from behind, warm breath brushing lightly against the back of your neck as he whispers a soft, “i found yoouuuu.” the man just laughs at the startled expression on your face.

boyfriend! shin who makes it his mission to make you the happiest person in the world. hugs, kisses, flowers, gifts, personal space, food— anything you want, he’ll give it to you.

boyfriend! heisuke who likes bringing you to rooftops!! he helps you climb up the ladder, his hand arm against yours as he pulls you up. and once the two of you are able to the see the view, the man has to hold himself back from bursting into tears. he’s just so happy— the view looks so nice from here— you look so nice. tries to drop a cheesy compliment but he lets out a little sniffle in the middle of it :’)

boyfriend! uzuki who’s sooo freaking patient with you. this man loves listening to you talk about whatever’s interesting you at the moment— he’s never, ever too busy to speak with you !!

boyfriend! tenkyu who’s got a bad habit of forgetting to dress up after showers. he steps out of the bathroom, practically naked— only partially covered, thanks to the towel wrapped dangerously low on his waist. but the man doesn’t care, in fact; he doesn’t even notice. not when he’s already walking over to your side and throwing himself onto your body as you rest on your bed. gentle droplets from his wet hair drips onto your skin, a smile curved onto his lips as he wraps his arms around you.

boyfriend! shishiba who really enjoys going on walks with you. no matter the season or time, he likes to take your hand and gently tug you along as soon as you’re out of the door. it’s dark out? get a little closer to the street lamp, sweetheart. it’s snowing? well, his warm scarf is suddenly wrapped around you. it’s summer? let’s stop by a nearby convenience store and get you a sweet popsicle.

boyfriend! gaku who’s your biggest supporter. no matter what you do, he’s right there behind you and giving you a motivational thumbs up. you could be in the most stupidest argument ever with someone, and your boyfriend would loyally take your side. he might mention it later, telling you that it probably wasn’t the best idea,, but in the end, he’d still cheer you on. because he’s always there to beat up anyone who’s getting too close.

boyfriend! natsuki who likes to watch you sleep. it all started one night, when you were sitting beside him as he worked on a weapon— until your head slumped against a nearby shelf. you had fallen asleep. ever since then, he’s become a little more aware. sets up a more comfortable place for you to sit, sometimes even lets you toy with some scrap metal before you finally get sleepy. this doesnt apply to just his workspace, either— some nights, your boyfriend likes to lay beside you, his eyes taking in your peaceful, sleep-ridden expression. he sighs dreamily a few times that night.

© gakukitty please don’t copy my work , repost it and claim as your own , translate , or use it to train ai ♡

[itsmerelliwellie]

Please Don't Be Scared Of Me | Sakamoto Days

How Sakamoto Days characters handle you being scared of them because of their job

Characters: Shin Asakura, Yoichi Nagumo, Seba Brothers, Gaku, Heisuke Mashimo

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A/N: Hope you like this one OwO

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~~Shin Asakura~~

When you pull away from him with that wide-eyed fear, it hits him like a ton of bricks. He hears it in your thoughts before you even speak it. “He's dangerous... what if he snaps?"

Shin freezes. His heart pounds, not because you’re wrong—he has killed people—but because you’re terrified of him, not what he’s done. That distinction shatters something inside.

“You think I’d ever hurt you?” he asks softly, voice cracking a little as he gently lowers his hand, like even touching you would confirm your fears.

He gives you space. Too much space. For days, he barely meets your gaze, too afraid of what he’ll hear in your mind again.

Eventually, he breaks, sitting outside your room like some kicked puppy. “I’ve done terrible things,” he admits. “But if I could hear just one thought from you where you trusted me again… I’d do anything for that.”

When you finally reach out, saying, “I just needed time to process,” he leans into your touch like a dying man given water. He whispers, “Then take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

He’ll never stop being protective—but he’s more careful now, more open. And when you finally kiss him, hands trembling, he doesn’t read your mind. He wants to feel your trust the human way.

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~~Yoichi Nagumo~~

He laughs it off at first. “You scared of me? Babe, I’m the guy who brings you takeout and clips your cat’s nails.”

But when you flinch at the sound of his knife clicking open, everything stops. His expression drops like a mask falling away.

“You know, I pretend a lot,” he says, almost too casually. “Happy-go-lucky, pretty-boy hitman. But pretending you’re not afraid of me? That one really hurt.”

He disappears for a day or two. Not because he’s angry, but because he needs to figure out if being in your life is actually hurting you more than helping.

When he comes back, it’s late. Rain clings to him. He crawls into your bed fully clothed, laying next to you with his back to yours. “I never wanted you to see that part of me,” he murmurs. “But if you’d rather see the truth than love a lie, I’ll show you everything.”

He opens up like never before. About his past, about how much of it he regrets, about how every time he holds a blade. He thinks of what he could lose.

And when you finally touch his face and say, “I trust you,” his smirk returns, slower this time. “Then I’ll treasure that trust because you have no idea how much it matters to me."

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~~Natsuki Seba~~

He gets quiet—scary quiet—when you recoil from his smile after hearing a story about one of his past missions.

“So it’s finally come to this, huh?” he says, pulling off his glasses and cleaning them slowly. “The moment when you realize I’m a monster.”

But there’s no bite in his voice—just exhaustion. He’s used to being seen as a weapon, a tool, a successful test subject. But he thought you saw him as human.

He doesn’t beg. Doesn’t plead. Just... slowly starts building walls. Talking to you only when necessary, pulling all-nighters again, isolating himself in data and chemicals.

When you confront him, saying, “I was scared, not disgusted,” he doesn’t believe you. Not at first. “You wouldn’t be the first to lie to me,” he mutters.

You finally break through when you patch up a wound he didn’t even ask you to touch. “You’re still you,” you whisper. And he grabs your wrist—hard—not to stop you, but because he’s shaking.

That night, he kisses you like a dying man. Desperate, soft, and scared. “If I scare you again,” he says, forehead pressed to yours, “tell me. I’d rather break myself apart than lose you.”

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~~Mafuyu Seba~~

It’s a knife to the chest when you say, “I don’t know who you are anymore.” And Mafuyu just… smiles. Like he was expecting this.

“You were the one good thing I didn’t have to earn,” he says coldly. “Guess I got that wrong too.”

He shuts down completely. Barely sleep. Doesn’t text. You find his coat on your couch like he meant to come home but couldn’t.

The worst part? He wants to fix it. But he doesn’t know how. He was raised on logic and rules—emotions are messy, unpredictable. Dangerous. For the longest time, he never even had the guts for skin-to-skin contact. You were the first person to jump over the high walls.

So you break the silence first. You find him slumped over a desk, staring at a photo of you two. “Were you ever going to come back?”

“I was scared I’d break something that mattered,” he admits, looking up with raw eyes. “I don’t know how to be loved and feared at the same time.”

You hold him close and say, “Then let’s figure it out together.” His kiss is shaky, tender, and terrified. “I’ll make myself better,” he promises.

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~~Gaku~~

He’s not surprised when you back away. He saw the fear in your eyes the moment he told you the truth.

“You thought I was just some weird, messy guy with a sharp tongue,” he mutters. “Turns out I’m also a trained killer. Surprise.”

He doesn’t beg or apologize. He just leaves. Ghosts you. The type of silence that tastes like blood and old memories.

You find him again by accident, nursing a busted lip in an alley. “Why didn’t you say goodbye?” you ask.

“Because I knew you’d try to stop me,” he replies, not meeting your eyes. “And I couldn’t watch you look at me like that again.”

You walk up and cup his jaw, thumb brushing his bruise. “You scare me,” you admit. “But I still love you.” That’s when he breaks, he hides his face in your shoulder and just breathes, like it’s the first real breath he’s taken in days.

Later that night, his touch is rough but reverent. He kisses your scars and his own. “If you ever want out,” he says, “I’ll let you go. But until then—I’m yours, even if I don’t deserve it.”

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~~Heisuke Mashimo~~

He tries to joke it off. “I mean, who hasn’t accidentally blown something up, right?” But when you don’t laugh, he realizes this is serious.

His heart drops. “You think I’d hurt you?” he says, so softly it breaks your heart. “I’ve never even raised my voice at you.”

He spirals hard. Convinces himself you’re better off without him, that he’s too reckless, too unstable. He starts sleeping in his van again.

The guilt eats at him. You hear him muttering in his sleep—begging for forgiveness, apologizing to you, to the people he's failed.

You sat down next to him one night and said, “If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be here.” He just stares at you like you’re some miracle he doesn’t deserve.

He hugs you too tightly. Buries his face in your neck like you’re his only anchor. “Please don’t be scared of me,” he whispers. “I’d rather blow myself up than hurt you.”

That night, he’s surprisingly tender. Fumbling, awkward, but passionate. “I’m yours,” he says between kisses. “Just tell me what to fix and I’ll do it.”

[namelessgakusei]

Ruler Of My Heart

Mark Grayson x Reader

Warnings: Death, Violence, Manipulation, Mentions of Invincible War

Notes: Gaku torturing Mark. Watch Alien Stage (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Synopsis: Variant!Reader arrives just after the Invincible War, inciting trauma to Mark who recently lost you.

"Make me your god, I can give you everything."

This wasn't meant to happen.

You weren't supposed to die like this.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N) stay with me...! Please!"

He thought you were safe. He thought that you got away. He told you to go! Damn it, don't close your eyes!

Mark thought about flying to the hospital, to get you treated, but the way you grasped his suit made him hesitate. You were saying something but he can't hear it due to the blood rushing in his ears. His mouth opened to speak but all he could do was let out a sob as he held your hand close to his face.

"Please... I can't lose you."

Your last moment is kissing Mark, your bloodied lips leaving a mark on his' as you lay limp.

The war lasted for three days. A lot of heroes died, cities were decimated, and people were hurt, all because of those doppelgangers who made a deal with Angstrom.

Mark felt numb during the funerals, he feels like it's all his fault. Because he held back, because he doesn't want to kill, because of that... you aren't here anymore.

He can't even look at your casket.

During the reconstruction, people were understandably wary of him, too traumatized of the recent debacle. He wishes you were there to tell him that everything will be okay, that it'll pass and he's still the hero [Title Card].

A call from Cecil about an unidentified object en route to Earth snapped him out of his pity party, now looking forward to beat the fool who dared to choose his planet. No more Mr. Nice Guy, he'll kill whoever tries to harm the people he loves.

He found a marble white ship floating by the Pacific Ocean, unmoving but he can hear the faint the whirring of machinery. Prying what he can grab open, Mark readied his fist with a snarl towards the intruder but stopped short at the sight.

There you are, unconscious and dressed in white clothes that made you look regal, just like how he remembers.

But you're dead. Who the hell is this??

Initially, he thought that it was a Thraxan who shapeshifted into your likeness like how Nuolzot did with Seance Dog. He was rightfully enraged once the shock passed. Is this a sick joke? How dare they impersonate you?!

But then you wake up and called his name, confirming that this is real. You are real.

"Mark?"

Mark took you home in a heartbeat. It was a foolish decision, really. Who in their right mind would bring home someone who looks exactly like their dead crush? Definitely not him.

Perhaps it was the clarity that came after, when Mark started panicking. Who are you??? Why do you look and act and...

Why do you look at him like how they used to?

Mark needed answers and you're surprisingly cooperative. Then your story starts to get too familiar. You literally retold your whole life story just as he remembers it. Is it really you? Did you somehow survived? No, he saw you die. How did this happen? Some magic or space-time bullshit?

Mark doesn't care, not when you look at him like he's the most important person in the world, not when you smell the same when he buries his nose to your neck, not when you card your fingers through his hair and laugh just how he loves it.

Ah... You're back.

Mark ignores the warnings that his friends tell him. You're not dangerous! You're you! You're back, so what's the deal, Eve?? Oliver, they're not an enemy, stop arguing with him. You agree with me right, Mom?

Even Debbie finds you suspicious. She saw the funeral and saw you get lowered to the ground, so who is this person who wears a mask of your face? She tried talking Mark out of it but he doesn't listen, begging her to understand that you're just disoriented from the previous events.

Mark remembers how he failed to confess his feelings to you back then, and it became one of his many regrets over the days following your death. But it doesn't matter! You're here now and he'll be damned if he doesn't shoot his shot. With clammy hands and a nervous voice, he asked you out in one of your favorite places, hoping for the best that you'll accept.

Holy shit, you did. Well, more like you were confused as to why he's confessing since you two were together since the start, yeah?

What the hell, sure.

You were clingy, always wanting to be near him every second of the day, not that he minds, he's as clingy as you. You kept littering his face with sloppy kisses, marking him while mumbling that he's yours. Whenever someone gets too close or if he spends too much time with someone else, you're dragging him away for a cuddle session regardless of the situation. Okay, a bit too clingy, but it's fine! Mark lets you do whatever you want to him, partly because he doesn't want to upset you in any way and he's still reeling over the fact that he saw you die.

He loves it when you sing to him before you two sleep, he didn't knew you have such a calming voice. You should be a singer or something! You only chuckle and press a kiss on his forehead at the comment, knowing full well that it's what your job is back in the Viltrumite Empire.

You are an entertainer, someone who sings to provide enjoyment to the people under the Empire. Despite your occupation, you hold quite the power, after all, it was you who handed Earth over to the Viltrumites. You don't understand why your Mark snapped at you for joining the enemy. Why wouldn't you? Shouldn't he also join them? They're his own species! Sure, he's half-human, but Humanity hold no flame against the might of the Viltrumites. It's better to join them than fight, so why is he leading the rebellion?

While you climbed the ranks within the Empire, Mark's down on Earth, battling the agents sent to eradicate the rest of the rebels. If only he snaps out of it and finally comes to his senses. It's pointless! If he just accepts how things are, he can join the Empire! With your influence, he can even live a life of luxury, free of stress from fighting!

But he just had to be stubborn, doesn't he? You love that about Mark too. His resiliency, his kindness, his nobleness— you love everything about him. Aahh, if only he comes back to you... Maybe you can arrange it for him to be your bodyguard when he gets caught? The Viltrumites adore you, so they'll probably agree if you press the issue hard enough.

...Mark just got to die, doesn't he? You look beyond the glass from your room as the slaves bring in his body. A Viltrumite suggested that they let you see him one last time before he gets disposed off, since you kept begging for him to be brought to you. He just got to be stubborn in the end, doesn't he? He said he loved you, so why does he have to go and leave you alone?! Why does he have to protect the people who were ungrateful for his service since the start?! Why did he left you for them? Why? Why??

You don't let it affect your performance. You give the Viltrumites what they want while you wallow in your sadness inside your room. No matter how many gifts you receive from them can make you genuinely happy like you were when you're with Mark. Will this continue forever? Will you just survive?

Then Angstrom Levy appeared in your dimension, it was a mistake on his part, not knowing that the Mark of your world is already dead. When he fled by the strand of his hair after he got jumped by Viltrumite guards, you saw his ability. Portals? ...Of course!

If you can't have Mark here, you'll just have to find another.

And so, you proposed the existence of other dimensions to your masters, baiting them with the prospect of expanding the empire. Gullible idiots. It's a wonder how a mere human like you got this far but you're not going to question it.

It took some time, but they managed to recreate Angstrom's ability. It can only activate for a few seconds and it's unknown whether it really works and opens up in another version of Earth, so everyone's a bit reluctant about volunteering.

Not you, though. This is your chance of finding Mark again! If you die along the way, it doesn't matter! Living without him is death already!

They didn't took you seriously when you asked to be the test subject, saying that you're too fragile and that you better get back to your room since you'll be performing later. Your expression might've done the trick, since you saw some of them flinch. So much for being called an "empire".

That leads you to where you are now, with Mark in your lap, practically purring from how your pet his hair. It's adorable. You'll keep him when the Empire arrives the conquer this dimension, perhaps Debbie and Oliver too, to keep him company. All you need to do is activate the signal in this dimension to secure the connection back in your home, then you'll truly be together.

Unfortunately, you need to repair your ship that Mark previously wrecked, and the GDA has it for investigation. Cecil told Mark that it has traces of Viltrumite engineering but he believed you when you said that you know nothing about it. It's not entirely a lie, you don't have much knowledge about how your ship was constructed, but he drank your words like you're incapable of lying. Try all you want, old man, you can't separate us now.

Your requests are questionable at times, machines that you shouldn't know of is what you ask of Mark, and when he tries to ask about it, you only bat your eyes and insist that it's a surprise. He'd like that yes?

Maybe he should've heeded everyone's warnings. Maybe he should've been more logical. He should've known that you weren't the you he loved.

You only cup his cheeks and smile knowingly, like you had won a war you didn't participated in.

The Viltrumites from your dimension invaded his Earth, bringing the all familiar bloodbath with them. Mark was easily overpowered by the stronger soldiers, the difference in skill and power is evident from their varying experiences. And you, you stand atop the ruined city, untouched by the carnage you brought, looking at him with that innocent face.

He should've known. Those pure white clothes, that calm expression, the change in personality— Mark chose to ignore it, no, you fed on his delusions. You're a variant.

It's his fault all over again. He let you in, he protected you, deluded himself that you're the same person.

What's the matter, you ask, as you practically sauntered over him. He wants to glare, to clench his fists and pummel you to the ground for betraying him, for destroying his world, but he can't. Not when you look exactly like them. When he can see a glimpse of them on your face, your expression, your voice, your smile—

They don't smile like that.

Something in Mark snapped and he lunged forward, hands snaking around your neck as his fists landed on your face. He grits his teeth as he beats you up, his mind going overdrive as he sees himself beating the you of his universe. The you who died in his arms all those weeks ago. How dare you play with his heart like that! He loved you! You...

He stops with a gasp as he looked at what he'd done. A broken, bloody nose, a busted lip, and the deranged grin on your face.

Mark was pulled away by some Viltrumite Soldiers by then, pinned to the ground as they retaliate for him beating up their beloved pet. Before they could kill him, and before you could plead for his sparing, multiple ReAnimen swooped in to save him.

Amidst the smoke, you saw a glimpse of Eve carrying a battered Mark as she flies away.

[ladybyakuya]

| SWOON + NATSUKI SEBA .

+cw.—f!reader, canon-typical elements and themes, borderline yan themes, explic!t smūt, s/d dynamics + s/m themes, voice k!nk, strength k!nk, edging, use of sex toy ( vibrator ), orgasm denial,dubcon, begging, sub!space + sub!drop, praising, dacryphillia, aftercare

+wc.—2.6k

+syn.—Natsuki wanted to do something for you but that did not include hurting you; then, why are you crying ?

+notes. —This has been in my drafts for a few months when i made my debut post to the fandom but it's finally out. ngl the borderline yan behavior was a little hard for me to write given his character profile but i couldn't get that particular scene from my head. you'll see which scene I'm talking about when you get there and if you ended up spotting it please yell in tags / comments.this is also cross posted to ao3 & biker!gaku is my next post tho. | redirect to blog navigation.

Your relationship with Natsuki is ambiguous at best. You are an assassin. He is a weapon engineer. That is how things started between you two. You still remember the first time he asked you to volunteer for a test run for a particular weapon he made all by himself. He was so nonchalant as well as so tactless that it made you dismiss it. But you caved in eventually because he constantly kept nagging. He had the privilege to do so since you practically lived under the same roof as him, and ran into each other so many times throughout the whole day, making it impossible for you to avoid him.

“This is not going to be a habit,” you mentioned when you first volunteered and he just nodded. You swear you saw him laugh when he turned while nodding or could it be your imagination? 

Somehow this thin layer between being a test subject for his newly invented devices and batchmate diluted to the point that now he is testing you, your patience, and your sanity without using any of his newfound devices. You can not pinpoint when it all started, the dilution of such a boundary. A boundary that you dared not to cross with him. A boundary that you drew with the sole purpose of ceasing all sorts of expansion of his relationship with you. It was for him: to keep him out, not for you, and it failed to keep you safe yet it managed to shock you  whereas the mere existence of such a boundary tempted Natsuki enough to explore it, blur it, erase it, little by little until there was no trace of it.

Now, you are sitting on his lap legs sprawled apart to be as close to him as you can afford. He has both of your arms held under a tight grip keeping them at the valley of your waist. 

“Comfortable?” he asks, his lips grazing underneath your ear over your cheek ever so slightly as he inclines to check his grip on you. You give him a hum as a response. With his free hand, he pushes a hard bulb inside your pussy. You know what it is, a pleasuring toy, a vibrator but with your knowledge you considered it quite small. 

Seba-san said he wanted to surprise you with something. You have been so good to him, so helpful with his work, and needless to say so patient with him that he wants to do something for you; something that will make you content and happy, maybe wanting more of his surprises and thereby be dedicated to continue working with him on a pro-bono basis. 

What could be more rewarding for you than making you cum? That too for the first time? He heard you once. Talking about it to Shin, saying how you always had to take care of yourself. How nobody bothered enough to make you cum! Always busy with just getting themselves off first. Natsuki practically felt his body shiver. You have never orgasmed before? That's hard to believe. How could such no one make you cum with a face like that? So pretty, so expressive. Moreover, he knows— he is aware of it that he can achieve this feat, oh dear the range of pleasure he could provide you— makes it hard for him to think it through.

Natsuki turns on the vibrator and the intensity has already swept away all your attention from the surroundings channeling it all onto him. “Is that the highest bar?” One of his eyebrows stretches upwards. So, you want more. . .? Is this too little for you, dear? Natsuki does not give you an answer but increases the intensity just one more bar making your lips curl inwards. You tip your head down, let your eyelids fall and your vision goes dark for a second. The sound of vibration reaches your ear. He increases one more bar and it just threatens you to hold on to something, anything. 

Looking up you let out a wry awkward chuckle followed by a heavy gasp you ask, “Are there more?” Natsuki’s eyebrows pinch a little and then go back to normal.

“Yes.” His voice is low, raspy, and impatient. You try to loosen his grip but he is strong. You feel his grip on your wrist tightens further. “Three more buttons.” By now your legs have encapsulated his torso yet the urge to move your hips against his lower half does not go away. You do not want this sensation to stop either, just a little toned down but saying that might not give you the result you want.

Natsuki is not doing any better though. The choice of your clothing is bothering him, hindering him from studying you properly. He should have thought of that, perhaps buying you an outfit that would not expose your excited state too ludicrously. Honestly, he is holding back the urge to put his mouth on one of your nipples and suckle on it over the cloth. He can see it properly, your buttoned nipples. Do they match the color of your lips? 

You have started to whimper, just a little though like a wounded cat but that is not the sound he wanted to hear. He increases the intensity by another progression and your forehead rests on his shoulder sniveling. You are in desperate need of distraction. You just can not let him see you like this, crumble like a house of cards. You refuse to give him a glimpse of such an intimate moment. Not to mention it will be your first time too.

“You are so impressive.” Natsuki opined, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. “I would not have lasted this long.” He lies. He lies because he knows he will win if you two make a bet to see who lasts longer. Maybe Natsuki should save it for the next session. Turning your head, you glance at him, gasping with your mouth open as he intently watches your eyes glisten with water. “Just one more left. You can do this. I think—he pauses to glance at your lips for a second. “I believe you really can if you try,” he soaks his lips by running the tip of his tongue in a quick swipe.

It's obviously tempting. You lean for a kiss but he sways his upper body away. Ah! The hurt in your eyes. The shock. The frustration. The anger. This is what he wanted to witness: the downfall of your tranquil demeanor that you always carry with you in each step. He increases the intensity to the fullest making you close your eyes. The way you are whimpering and breathing could easily be mistaken as the sound of a dying creature. His is hard but that does not bother him as much if he can see the tears rolling down your cheeks as you arch your body. There are beads of perspiration over your forehead, and chest a little bit on your face and hands.

“Stop.” you welp. “Make it stop.” Natsuki keeps the remote aside on the table, running the tip of his index finger over his bottom lip rashly.

“Why do you want to stop? You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He brushes his fingers against your cunt over the cloth making you jump releasing a hiss of pleasure. “Look. You are so wet.” Even after touching you through the cloth, his fingers are so sticky. He stretches his fingers revealing the strings of your arousal and glances at you. You can barely hold back your tears. You can not figure out if those are tears of pleasure or the embarrassment seeping into you as he licks his slick fingers staring right into your eyes.

“Then, at least leave my hands.” You say huffing it out with a pained sob then, start to cry making him go silent for a few seconds. He probably forgets to breathe until your whimpers start to get elongated, louder and finally turn into lewd cries of pleasure. This is a pleasure, yeah! It definitely is. He does not know what pleasure would look like on your face. So, he assumes it; even fantasizes about it a couple of times.

“No, that I can’t do.” He whispers but a mumble reaches to your ears. “But I can do this,” He states, taking his free hand behind you and interlacing his fingers with yours. It relaxes your strained muscles. He still kept his grip tightened while filling the gaps of your fingers with his not giving you even a bleak chance to free your hand. 

Now his face is closer to yours but you know better than to pursue the desire of putting your lips on his. He rests his chin just at the advent of your cleavage on your chest watching you as you start to twist and turn your body, buck your hips. Your feet stretch out as farther it can as the wave finally stops hitting the shore. The way you inhaled through your mouth and then exhaled it felt like you were about to puke. Natsuki was the first to question, “What just happened? I didn't…

“Why did you stop?” 

“I didn’t.”  Is he lying? Is this fun to him? Tormenting you to the point of ruin. Natsuki can see your lips droop like the wilting petals of a flower, eyebrows growing closer to each other. You roll your bottom lip inside your mouth unable to take it anymore, feeling a wave of sorrow building inside your ribs. But you do not feel Natsuki’s hand anymore. So, without wasting any further seconds to got out of his clutches and ran towards the bathroom. Natsuki follows without thinking anything only to be met with the chocolate of the wood. 

As soon as you bolt the door of the bathroom it all comes crashing down— flashes of his face when he was touching you, looking too fondly than he should, pushing your limits, and making you cum. You could not help but feel the guilt of it all since it was truly your fault all along. You could have said no and he would have listened. He is not that cruel. No. Never that cruel to you but you gave in because you were curious too. You were eager to know how it would feel to orgasm, to be touched so fondly and full of desire. And, you saw that desire in his eyes: that greedy lustful desire but you were wrong to think that you could contain it all in. Now it is oozing out of you, out of him. This realization that came so suddenly and so strongly which has been dormant for years, perhaps when you started frequenting his room often after being his mock-up weapon tester lets another wave of misery wash over you. Does he like you back the way you like him?

“I’m sorry.” You hear Natsuki’s voice. It is faded but you hear it, his breathing too. “I’m sorry.” Then again, “I’m sorry. . .I’m sorry. I— I will never do this again.”

“You don’t know that.”  You shout from the inside of the bathroom, your voice hitting the walls howls back at you, and then you gasp before finally breaking into a sob. It hurts. It pains. It aches. It agonizes you to think of anything or even touch yourself to release that piled up pressure in you. You feel as if there was no spark fiery enough to create wildfire in your body. All those hook-ups and bad dates that ended up with you being used as a thing to get off . . . they are all coming back to you now . . .maybe it's you. . .maybe it's you who can’t cum and that is why they did what they craved: took care of themselves with your help.

Natsuki can hear you; your faint sob coming through the locked thick wooden door as he stands leaning his head on it. He knows saying sorry no matter how many times would be useless now but he still wanted to say it because it was never his intention to hurt you like this. He just wanted to see your pleasure and push you to the high end of your limits, show you something so strong, so impactful that every time you would touch yourself you would think of him, so every time you ever think of going out with another guy you would think of him. As Natsuki’s head rests on the wooden door he draws lazy patterns on the doors while waiting for you to come out. 

It has been over half an hour. Natsuki does not mind standing even though you have not replied. But one thing has changed you have stopped crying. He can not hear your sobs anymore. He finally sits on the ground hearing something from the other side, his face still facing the door. He is waiting for you to come out, and see your face.

“Natsu, are you still there?” Your voice is murky. It wobbles as you speak more.

“Yes. yes. Of course. Am still here. Still here.” Natuski hears the lock of the door open with a click but you wait before pulling the door inside the bathroom to open it. You see Natsuki flopped on the floor, legs one of the other loosely placed with his headphones still as it was.

“Congrats. You broke the vibrator.” That was the first thing he could say when he saw you, your red swollen eyes. You are drenched from head to toe, water dripping on the floor as Natuski is forced to remember certain days when you would come home like this. Is this your coping mechanism?

“What?”

“Well. It was my fault too . . .” his eyes pull away from you as he confesses. He can’t think of anything other than being near you. He does not want you to watch you fall apart. If you do, he will be there to pick up the pieces and build Rome again. He knows it’ll be different Rome, he knows that but still worth a try. “Shall we go eat something? You must be hungry.” 

“Nah!” you walk past him, fully drenched looking for a towel. You appreciate his sentiment, you really do but right now you do not want those pair of eyes to look at you. Natsuki gets up and walks up to you holding you by your upper arm and jerking you towards himself. You do not protest much. You are tough. You can handle it when he is rough with you but lust and desire are oozing out of you. It’s hard to just watch and not do anything about it, about the spill. 

Natsuki cups one of your breasts and you cling to his touch like a branch of a tree reaching out for sunlight. He wets his bottom lip before pressing his thumb over your nipple. It does not take for him to wipe the boundary off that you had put up to keep him away. His lips on yours cascading like waterfall from a mountain,hand tending to your breast while your hands find a way to clamp around his shoulders pulling him into the kiss, dampening his clothes more and more till he squeezes your breasts a little too hard making you come back to reality, pushing him away to breath again. Your shoulders are against his chest now. His grip over your upper arm is still intact. He won’t let you go. He won’t let you go. He won’t.

“If you don’t take care of yourself then I'll be forced to do so.”  Your eyes are so sharp as you swat your head to look at him. 

“Yes.” You murmur and glance at his lips. “Yes. Yes. ‘course.” You lean towards him a little saying, “I’m hungry, very much hungry.” as your lips clash against his again.

[apiciuscats]

— W/ A YOUNGER SISTER READER! | Sakamoto Days

🌱 SUMMARY — PLATONIC!! No weird stuff here. Sakamoto Days characters with a younger sister reader. REPOST as tumblr didn't work correctly, hopefully the person requesting sees this ><

🌱 CHARACTERS — Shin Asakura, Nagumo Yoichi, Gaku, Natsuki Seba, Heisuke Mashimo

🌱 CONTENT & NOTES — Platonic, can be interpreted as related by blood or just seeing each other as siblings. Some swearing. Small mentions of violence [but not really]. Probably OOC. Can also be interpreted as gender neutral, no pronouns or body parts mentioned. Minor manga spoilers. Bad writing. Nothing else really ! ^^ WC — 400-500 per character. 2.3k total.

💌 REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Feel free to send them in for Saka.Days after reading my pinned Request Rules !!

SHIN ASAKURA — 

Well, he already sees people like Lu and Hana as his family. Whether you’re as spontaneous as Lu or sophisticated, he’ll always be a bit protective of you. Especially before he called it quits as an assassin. Even if you were also an assassin, I think he’d encourage you to quit first. The job is dangerous. You’re younger than him, too. You should stay back and let him do the dirty work. If you insist on continuing your work, he makes sure that you’re always okay after the job and would ideally be there with you. 

On that topic, if you’re not so good at fighting, he’ll be more than happy to teach you! Self-defence is important, after all. His moves are not too shabby and you’ll learn pretty fast from him. He gets very dedicated and serious once he starts teaching you. 

He’s a good older brother. He makes sure you don’t get into trouble, doesn't do anything stupid, and tries to not get you involved in all the assassin affairs even after getting a job at Sakamoto’s Store. With bounties on their heads, the last thing he wants is for you to get in danger too, or have you wound up with a nice big bounty on your head. 

Your bond could be similar to his and Lu’s. A lot of petty arguments sometimes— like who will sweep the floors, which part of the fridge the peach sodas should go or each other’s work ethics and habits, but in the end, they never get too serious. 

Shin can tell if you have a bad day— yeah, with his telepathy, but probably also just from your cues. He knows you pretty well. He wants to respect your personal space, but if he thinks you’ve been having a shitty day, he makes sure to scold you less and brings you some snacks from the store, or Lu’s buns. He can tell whether or not you want personal space or want someone to be there for you. If it’s the latter, he’ll try his best to reassure you. He’s a bit stiff and awkward, but it’s the thought that counts. 

Speaking of which, he tries to get things he’s noticed you wanted. A snack you’ve been craving for a few days? He’ll make a note to buy it for you later. He’s not someone who will always get you what you want, but he does make notes on what you like or what you’ve been thinking about. 

All in all, he’s a great brother. Sibling-like arguments and conversations, knows what you want, teaches you how to fight, and he wants you to be safe. 

NAGUMO YOICHI — 

Well, let’s get the obvious out of the way— a lot of teasing. 

He’ll hide your things, start petty arguments with you, or purposefully do things he knows annoy you. Anything you can think that an annoying sibling would do, I guarantee he’s tried on you at least once. I feel like he’d also use his disguise ability to his advantage. Scaring you as someone else, or even “transforming” [or whatever you call it] into you and mocking your personality [lightheartedly]. 

However, he does care for you a lot. Despite being quite the risky person himself, I feel like, just like Shin, he wouldn’t want you to be exposed to the world of assassins and violence. His job is dangerous, and although he doesn’t hate his job or anything, he doesn’t want you to be in danger or to be involved in underground jobs like him.

If you aren’t an assassin, or if you’re on the weaker side, he wouldn’t mind teaching you how to fight too. Definitely takes the opportunity to tease you even while doing that too. Trips you, doesn’t go easy, and laughs when you fall over or fail to land a hit on him. Definitely insufferable. 

However, he knows your limits well. If his teasing seemed to have genuinely annoyed you or made you upset, he’d back off. He wouldn’t be the type of person to explicitly apologize. But he’d probably buy you something like a snack, or you get a pass from his pranks for a day or so. Maybe the next time you train with him, he’ll intentionally let you get a good kick or punch in. It’s the least he can do. 

Unfortunately, if you aren’t an assassin like him, or if you’re a much lower rank than him, [which you probably will be— he’s part of The Order, after all] sometimes he might just disappear on you without warning. Some kind of risky job, and he’s not answering his phone. Shows up a day or two later laughing about it. Lets you whack him hard on the head for it, at the least. 

After what happened with him being expelled from The Order, he prioritizes keeping you safe. If you worked alongside him, he gets you out too. Even if you didn’t, he’ll find someone he trusts where you can stay. He doesn’t trust his ex-colleagues enough that they wouldn’t threaten you to get back at him. Namely, the Sakamoto’s. Although he wouldn’t consider himself to be the best of friends to them, he knows that Mr. Sakamoto wouldn’t hurt you nor treat you badly, and would gladly protect you. 

He’s a good brother.. it’s just that his job gets in the way of a lot of things— and leaves you worried for him too many times to count. But at least he cares, he’s funny, and he knows your limits. 

GAKU — 

Another case that is similar to Shin’s— he already has people like Kumanomi who consider him as her brother. 

Whether related by blood or not, he may not act like it all the time, but he does care a lot about you. 

Likes to game with you, even if you suck. He needs a gaming partner sometimes. Although Kumanomi does, he appreciates your company too. He probably beats you at a lot of the games, but it’s the thought that counts. 

On the topic of fighting, he’d teach you too. I mean, he did train with Mafuyu. Unlike, say, Shin, he wouldn’t go easy on you. In his opinion, if he sugar-coats his lessons, you won’t learn to get stronger. So, unless you’re crazy strong, the first few times you’re gonna get beaten around a bit. Obviously, he makes sure not to hurt you too much, to the point of leaving scars or limiting your physical capabilities. 

Probably like the cool older brother stereotype where you just toss them the controller when you can’t beat a level and watch them absolutely cook it. Having trouble with a game? Give it to him and he gets a perfect score in a minute sharp. 

His nonchalance can be a bit infuriating. Returns very injured and acts like it’s no big deal, even if you and/or Kumanomi fret over his condition. If you seem genuinely worried, he’ll reassure you with something like, “Nah, it’s no big deal. Kashima can patch me up later.” But, unless you nag him, he’ll forget to see Kashima and spend the rest of the day gaming while simultaneously practically bleeding out. 

He’s not a noncaring person to you. If you had a bad day, got hurt, or something like that, although he wouldn’t try to explicitly comfort you, I think he’d try to make you feel better in his own way. Sharing some snacks with you, playing games with you, sometimes even going easier on you in said games, or, if he’s feeling nice, letting you win. 

His idea of what makes someone feel better is just relaxing or chilling. He’s absolutely not the one to ask for reassuring words or comfort, but he’s good company if you don’t want sympathetic looks and awkward reassurances. Just sit with him and play some games, eat some snacks and you’ll be feeling better, hopefully. 

I see him as someone who would also tease you or pull a few pranks. Not as much, or as explicitly as Nagumo would, but he does if he’s feeling in the mood to. Puts your things in high places or randomly borrows one of your belongings [like headphones, controller, chargers] and leaves them everywhere. Blasts music and refuses to turn it down. Typical.

Pretty good brother. Plays games with you, shares snacks, can mess with you, a little bit too lazy. 

NATSUKI SEBA — 

I mean, he already has a brother that he treats well! 

As he does with Mafuyu, he makes you all types of things from the JCC. Mafuyu didn’t like making contact with his opponents, so he got bladed shoes. Whatever inconvenience or odd preferences you may have, he makes some sort of trinket that can aid you with that. You’re better at a certain type of combat? A personalized weapon to suit your style. 

He might not act like it, but as he does with his brother, he cares about you greatly too. He has no outright qualms with you if you were a fighter or assassin. He’d even help you train a few times, whether or not you’re stronger than him. Teaches you how to use all the different types of gadgets and weapons he’s making, and can even teach you all about them and how to make them yourself, if you’re interested. 

He’s a smart fella. Helps you with your studies and academics. Struggling with a class? Probably says some shit like “imagine 😂”, but he doesn’t mind helping you for a few hours to make some notes or help you review. 

Had a bad day? “Type shii.” But he gets you a snack, some water and some medicine later. 

On the bright side, his life is not quite as chaotic as the others on this list. Meaning at least you’d be able to spend proper amounts of family time together. Takes you and Mafuyu out to buy crepes or something. 

Speaking of Mafuyu, at least you have another brother alongside him. Even if he’s busy doing his assassin work or a project at the JCC, Mafuyu is not bad company either. Sure, he’s an average edgy teenage boy going through puberty, but he tolerates your presence and can game with you or go outside for a walk while Natsuki finishes his business. 

It’s canon that they don’t exactly have a good relationship with their father. Naturally, Natsuki tries to protect you and his brother from any harsh tendencies from their father. If you had a day of extensive training, he’s usually waiting with some snacks and a bottle of water. He makes all kinds of handy tools to make the burden even just a little bit lighter. 

He and Shin are probably the best brothers on this list. He might seem a little uncaring and lazy on the outside, but he cares for you a lot, makes you all kinds of things and definitely values his family, and that includes you!

HEISUKE MASHIMO — 

He cares about you very very much! You’ll just have to tolerate the fact that he’s broke as hell. 

He wants to be the best brother in the world, and claims to be just that. Scrapes together any change so he can get you great snacks and food for the day. 

A little bit protective. His definition of “protection” is letting Piisuke follow you. A yellow bird isn’t that intimidating, but at least you have a cute, loyal companion with you. 

He’s very excitable. He doesn’t see much worries about letting you be an assassin at first, but he’d prefer you got a lighter job and let him do the work. That’s what a big brother is for! Brags about all his achievements, even the smallest one. Subsequently, returns to you sobbing after he fails or gets scolded or laughed at for being incompetent or only good at sniping. 

Just too hyper and kind for his own good. He gets the money for a good meal or finds an amazing deal somewhere, and runs back acting like he just won millions at the lottery over a slightly larger pack of chips or a pork bun that wasn’t microwaved for once in his entire life. 

He tries to do everything he sees other people doing with their siblings. They pick their siblings up from places? He doesn’t have a car, but he’s personally running to wherever you are to accompany you back. Walking their dogs together? He doesn’t have a dog, but he tries to walk Piisuke with you. Which is basically just a normal walk in the park with Piisuke trailing along. It’s the thought that counts... They tease their siblings? He can do that too! You don’t like it? He’ll stop immediately!

Once he meets and becomes friends with the Sakamoto’s, he takes you to their shop all the time. Promises a good meal, but then says, “Sometimes, Lu throws food at Shin and we can eat the ones on the floor!” That’s his definition of a good meal.

He’s a good brother as well. A bit silly, but he has the energy and values you so much! He can’t imagine losing you or getting you in danger. 

please don't copy or repost/translate my works, or use it to train AI.

[tsubasakawanadefenseforce]

i finished my bingo card! inspiration taken directly from this post.

it’s mostly filled with things i’ve talked about already but there are a couple in here i haven’t shared yet. i do have an idea who i think the traitor could be but i don’t wanna say anything definitive. also i only realize now i think my grammar is completely shot but oh well.

text id under the cut

[id: a teal gradient 5 by 5 bingo board, titled “last bingo academy”. the options, ordered starting from the top left corner and going across each line, is as follows:

nozomi and kaura are somehow the same person

eito loses his mind and kills takumi in an ending

shouma survives over 50% of the endings

kurara face reveal BUT only in the harder to get endings

twins’ backstory involves watching their parents die

one of the students are working for the invaders

yugamu is not actually an assassin, just a chunni

kaura’s mom’s “research” is connected to hemoanima

tsubasa has a sprite/cg where she fully throws up

eito’s illness will prevent him from using hemoanima at one point

neither the lda or trc are simulations; both are real places

in order to get any Eito Yaoi Moments, you have to let nozomi die

People Die (Free Space)

takumi gets an “ultimate upgrade”

gaku dies in over 50% of the endings

darumi will be the most common perma-death for first time players

hiruko willingly sought out lda

there will be multiple endings where takumi dies but you continue playing as someone else

takumi can get multiple relationship teases depending on who he hangs out with

nigou and sirei fucking HATE each other

there will be bad/neutral endings that accounts for everyone being alive

takumi’s mom was aware of lda and knows where her son is

hemoanima will be revealed to be slowly corrupting/killing them

you will have to obtain multiple (5+) endings to reach the “golden”/best/canon ending

hemoanima originated from the invaders, humans cannot naturally use it

/end id.]

[cainpain]

Drawing Yan Sim characters daily !

Ignore how I missed like 3 days teehee !!

Day 45, 46, and 47 !! The wheel has spun on GAKU HIKITSURI AHHHH !!!!!1!1!! Ichiei Nakayama and Mina Rai!!

I hate this. I hat ethis guy. Stupid guy,,, I HAT EHIM *kisses

Added a little scar to show his car accident, I think he might be a prosthetic user,, but I couldn't really show it with little space

Omg I could not find my giant eraser to get rid of the pencil lines,, so like ignore it !! Anyway I think she's a blue belt

[babyniigo]

Little brother Len and big brother Kaito!!! They're definitely baby and toddler regressors together, Len a baby puppy and Kaito a toddler seal!

Little brother! Len and Big brother! Kaito!!!

OMG they love love love playing around together!

I think when they’re tiny, they tend to run around so much and become hyperactive ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა

A game of tag or hide and seek is their favorite when they’re in toddler space ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

But if len’s in baby space, I think his CG Miku tends to be a bit coddling of him ૮ ⸝⸝っ·̫ •⸝⸝ ྀིა

And Kaito wants to play…

So instead she gives him baby rattles and just seeing baby len giggle, makes Kaito happy!!

Also len tends to be a sleepy baby, just clinging to Miku and sleeps; (っ˕ -｡)ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

It makes Kaito bored!!! He wants his sibby to wake up so they can play (* ´ ﹃｀*)

I think he becomes a sneaky toddler <- tries to shake len awake without Miku noticing but that’ll lead to big meltdowns ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

Instead his cg Gaku picks him up and takes him away to distract him with other toys while he waits for Lenlen to wake up! ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

Whenever they’re regressed together, they’re always put in their childproof little play pen, where they have sooo many plushies and fun toys ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

Also also! Gaku builds them a pillow fort so that they can watch movies together while sharing snacks and snuggling under the billion blankies their CGs set for them hehe!! ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶꒱ྀི১

When it’s meal time, Kaito tends to try to be a big brother and spoon feeds Len his food! Len’s also a very kind baby so he shared his meal with Kaito and they get to enjoy meal time together!

They never fight over toys either :0 neither mind sharing toys because they’re more than happy to play together ! ૮ ྀི◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა

And if Miku and Gaku put them to bed in different beds or rooms, Len tends to sneak out so he can cuddle his big brother and they can snuggle to sleep together!!!

[yvesssssssss]

HELLO HELLOOOOO ✨️✨️✨️✨️

I love your writing it's always PERFECT!!!

I had another Sakamoto days idea...how about Sakamoto days men with a s/o who doesn't speak their language???

HAVE A GOOD DAY ❤️

Sakamoto days men with an s/o who doesn't speaker their language

(Nagumo, shin, gaku, tenkyuu)

first time writing for tenkyuu—hope i did him justice. he deserves way more attention😭😭

Nagumo yoichi

Nagumo lives for the chaos.

The moment he realizes you don’t understand him, he makes it worse—starts speaking faster, throwing in idioms no one understands, and leaning in like he’s about to drop the secret to the universe... only to say something like “Your shoelace is untied” in the most seductive tone.

But here’s the thing: beneath all the jokes, he watches you carefully. The furrow of your brows when you’re confused, the way your eyes light up when you finally understand something—he drinks that in. And yeah, he messes with you, but he also becomes your private tutor.

He’ll brush your hair out of your eyes and whisper the word for “beautiful” in his language, then point to you. Repeats it over and over until you blush and say it back.

Every lesson is laced with flirtation:

“Say it again.”

“Nagumo.”

“No no, say that word. The one that means ‘I want to kiss you’… unless that’s what you’re trying to say, baby?”

But then, when you’re half-asleep in his hoodie, curled against his side, he murmurs against your temple:

「君に出会って、世界が面白くなったよ。」

(“The world got interesting the moment I met you.”)

You don’t understand it yet, but the way he smiles—quiet, real—tells you he means it.

Shin asakura

Oh, poor baby is SO stressed. He can read minds, sure, but reading minds in a different language?? Shin is scrambling.

You’re trying to explain something with your hands, and he’s squinting like his life depends on it. Eventually he just blurts out random guesses—

“You’re hungry? Tired? You… hate me??”

He spirals a little until you pat his head and give him a thumbs up. That single gesture soothes his soul.

But over time, he realizes something: the silence? The calm between you two? He loves it. Not needing to fill the space with words. Just sitting close, brushing fingertips, soft glances. He starts picking up your language bit by bit, practicing quietly and surprising you one day with a stammered but sincere:

“You… make my heart… very fast.”

You laugh, kiss his cheek, and whisper something he doesn’t understand—but he feels it anyway.

Later that night, he sits beside you, watching your chest rise and fall in sleep, and whispers softly:

「君のこと、大事にしたい。」

(“I want to cherish you.”)

He knows you won’t hear it. But he says it anyway—again, and again, and again.

Gaku

Oh. Oh he’s feral for it.

You don’t understand him? Good. He likes talking shit and knowing you won’t smack him for it. At least, not right away. But he’s also very touch-driven. He doesn’t need words when he can pull you close by the waist and grunt out approval.

Still, he tries. And it’s so stupidly endearing.

He’ll shove his phone in your face with a clumsy translation app:

“You smell like blood but in sexy way.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“…I mean. Cute. You smell cute.”

Gaku gets super possessive in your language once he picks up a few words. He likes saying “mine” and nothing else, growling it against your throat when he hugs you from behind. If anyone flirts with you? They’re getting barked at in both languages.

But he has soft moments too. One night, you’re half in his lap, wearing one of his shirts, nodding off to the sound of his heartbeat. He brushes your hair back and murmurs, barely loud enough to hear:

「お前といると、落ち着くんだ。」

(“Being with you calms me down.”)

You blink up at him sleepily, and he just smirks.

“Didn’t get that, huh? Good. Maybe I’ll say it again tomorrow.”

Tenkyuu

Tenkyuu finds out you don’t speak his language and just. Short-circuits.

He’s trying so hard to be suave, but you tilt your head at him and go, “…huh?” and he malfunctions. Whole system reboot. He gets flustered, panics, then goes full anime protagonist—pointing dramatically at himself and shouting simple words like:

“I. Like. YOU!”

Points at chest “Tenkyuu.”

Points at you “Cute.”

You giggle and repeat the last word, and he dies. On the spot. You're learning his language? He takes it as a personal mission to become your private dictionary. He’ll act out verbs like he’s in a charades championship. Jumping around the room yelling “Run! Run!” or wiggling his eyebrows and whispering “Kiss?” with the smuggest grin.

But when it’s quiet… when the two of you are alone and the teasing stops, he softens so much. His fingers trace words along your palm, slow and reverent, spelling things out because he’s too shy to say them. You don’t understand every word—but you feel the warmth in his hands.

Then he says, almost bashfully:

「ずっと君のそばにいたいんだ。」

(“I want to be by your side forever.”)

You don’t understand it yet. But your heart does.

[genoskissors]

All the victims listed in the Genocide Jack file.

Likely because English takes more space, the English version did not include all of the names. I’ll mark those ones with a star. They also mixed up first names and last names a lot so mine will all follow the typical format: [First] [Last] ([Last Kanji] [First Kanji])

Ken Harada (原田 剣)

Tetsuhiro Honda (本多 鉄広)

Gaku Shouji (庄司 岳)

Issei Kanno (菅野 一聖)

Takeshi Yoshida (吉田 威士)

Tarou Komatsuna (小松奈 太郎)

Takefumi Gouno (郷野 武文)

Youji Onda (恩田 洋治) ☆

Erio Kishida (岸田 絵李夫) ☆

Osamu Tsuji (辻 修) ☆

Naohisa Uchida (内田 直久)

Masamune Takashi (貴志 正宗)

Yuuto Yumejima (夢島 由人)

13/37 victims are named.

[autisticdiluc]

YANSIM INCORRECT QUOTES

in no particular order i present YANDERE SIMULATOR INCORRECT QUOTES WOOHOO,, enjoy :3

contains random ships (not a lot though!)

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Pippi: I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight.

Ryuto: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?

Pippi, already taking off their clothes: God, Ryuto, you’re so fucking stupid.

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Musume: Here's two facts about me.

Musume: 1. I hate hot people.

Musume 2. I'm a hypocrite.

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Osoro: That was so hot, Megami.

Megami: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

Osoro: I'm so in love with you.

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Ajia: Why is Shoku making me do the dishes again? You haven’t washed them in a week, Seiyo!

Seiyo, who is bribing Shoku: It’s because I’m Shoku's favorite.

Ajia: I hate you.

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Shoku, to The Cooking Club: None of you know what propaganda is, do you?

Ajia: I think it’s when a British person takes a good look at something.

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Ayato: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Taro: Sure!

Taro: Whats your favorite color?

Ayato, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?

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Budo: Did you study for the marine biology test?

Taro: Of course I did! Listen: fish are remarkably well adapted to water. What’s more, they can swim.

Budo: You are so lame.

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Kaga, wearing shades: Rule one of destroying the world.

Kaga: *does finger guns* You gotta look good while doing it.

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Itachi: When you've been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin.

Asu: Green isn't your color.

Itachi: Green brings out my eyes you prick!

*Chases after Asu*

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Ayano: Do you want some tea?

Osana: What are the options?

Ayano: Yes or no.

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Murderer: Any last words?

Musume: Do you think I'm cute? Be honest.

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Hoshiko: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.

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Budo, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?

Raibaru: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.

Budo: Ohhhh-

Amai: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

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Kaga: That’s a crazy idea. Insane. It doesn’t make sense.

Megami: You’ll do it?

Kaga: Of course.

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Taro: I owe you one.

Ayato: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

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Kizana: But who gets which pencil?

Tokuko: Since they're my things, I get the good one, Kokona gets the broken one and you don't get one because fuck you.

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Taro: So, what’s Osana's type?

Raibaru: Gray eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor, reads books.

Taro: Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends.

Raibaru: Did I mention oblivious?

Taro: Yeah, why?

Raibaru: Okay, just making sure.

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Daku: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game...

Borupen, nodding: Knife Monopoly.

Daku: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

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//not an incorrect quote but GOD i yearn for the mix interactions of clubs LET THERE BE FRIENDSHIP OUTSIDE OF CLUBS

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Meka: What do you think Yaku will do for a distraction?

Horo: He'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Horo: ...or he could do that.

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Midori: *venting endlessly to Kuu about her week*

Kuu Dere, every once in a while: *in a monotone* Wow, that is so wild.

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Genka: According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it.

Osana: …I was hungry.

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Midori: What's your most controversial video game hot take?

Gema: The pursuit for photorealism in games is a fruitless endeavor that only results in bloated file sizes that take too much space.

Mai: Mario is a woman and just really butch.

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Hayanari: So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl....

Gaku: ....

Umeji: .....

Dairoku: ......

Hokuto: ..Who?

Hayanari: That's the thing we don't-

*Everyone stares at Hokuto*

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Toga: Just trust your gut!

Hazu: Dude, I have anxiety. My gut is literally always telling me to abort mission.

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Maka: Hey bro, what do you want to eat?

Borupen: The souls of the innocent!

Maka: A bagel.

Borupen: No!

Maka: Two bagels.

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Enpitsu: Maybe the true treasure was friendship all along. But I hope not, because I can’t spend friendship on new portraits of me

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Hanako: Every zoo is a petting zoo unless you’re a coward.

Taro: I’m worried about you.

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Osana: Guys, my friend here is bilingual.

Raibaru: Yes.

Osana: Which means she likes both boys and girls.

Raibaru: Ye- wait, what-

Taro: Osana, that's not what bilingual means-

Osana: Shhh, it's okay Raibaru. I still love you, girl.

Raibaru & Taro: ...

Osana: bUT NOT LIKE THAT-

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Oka: I wanna sleep for 40 hours.

Shin: You know that's called a coma, right?

Oka:

Oka: That sounds so refreshing, I could totally go for a light coma right now.

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Ayano: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Taro: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

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Miyuji: Uptown Funk would've made it into the Shrek Soundtrack.

Gita: That's the truest statement I've ever heard.

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Enpitsu: Are you sure Otohiko's even gay? He barely even looked at ME of all people.

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Aoi: Do you love Shiromi?

Kuruko: Yeah, I do.

Aoi: Akane! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks!

Akane: We all love Shiromi. You should've asked if they were IN love with them.

Kuruko: I thought that was implied.

Akane: ...

Aoi: ...

Kuruko, looking straight at Akane: Congrats Aoi, you just won 100 bucks.

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Infochan: If you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I am not. I am out there, very dangerous, and I am looking for you. Good luck.

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// ALRIGHT YEAH THAT IT hope you enjoyed!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

[prettyboykatsuki]

Gaku is so sweet q-q gets probably clingy when you don’t wanna talk to him/ give him the cold shoulder after an argument or smth

gaku to me is very like. middle older brother coded for obvious reasons so i think him handling like really explosive tantrums is light work and smth hes probably done his whole life

genuine like. cold shoulder or you wanting space for him is like. horrible. idk. i think he gives it to you without question at first (again. very good at compartmentalization) but he feels like. a physical body ache at your lack of presence and is like. damn. and goes to find you almost on autopilot. he doesn’t really know what to do other than insert himself in your space and he’s 10000x stronger than you so if you’re being especially abrasive he just holds onto you way tighter. like his arm is a seatbelt and he just stays there until you angrily settle down lol