#harumasamasa

[wormdevourer]

thinking about modern clingy harumasa who never wants to let go of you…

when you wake up in the morning, he’s already there by your side, holding you close with his arms wrapped tightly around you. his black choker’s been discarded onto the floor, a clear sign of the security and safety he feels with you. it warms your heart to know that he can be so vulnerable and genuine around you. harumasa’s nose is nuzzled against your soft hair, his little snores sounding right in your ear. how cute~

during every meal, he’s either snuggled up in your lap, or holding you in his lap. his arms drape lazily but possessively around your waist, keeping you close at all times. he chats with you animatedly, rambling on and on about how much he loooooves holding you, and how he loves you so. what a sweetheart~

at work, your desk is right beside his at the section 6 office. he constantly leans on you, lazing around with his head in your lap or slacking off with his arms around you. he’s just so clingy, but it’s absolutely adorable. he just loves you so much~

and, of course, when nighttime arrives, he snuggles into bed with you and spoons you as his little spoon, his arms keeping you as close as possible. he constantly gives you little kisses across your shoulders, neck, and face (his favorite~), mumbling about how much he loves you after each kiss. he’s just so kind…so sweet and so loving…~

(can you guys tell that i love this man,,)

[ssupod]

11: Ad Astra, SSU!

Episode 11 of the SSU podcast is out now! join Eric and Brian as they get excited for ZZZ's next massive update!

[wyzzze]

Okay, so, I just woke up and don't want to crack the books open just yet but I want to ramble a bit about the symbolism in Harumasa's MV.

The first thing that stood out to me (and the main crème de la crème of this post for me🤌) is

The white crow.

Looking up briefly on what the white crow symbolizes, you'll find--transformation, spiritual awakening, omen or sign of change, reminder of the otherworldy and also this bit;

"The Native Americans saw them as symbols of wisdom and insight. Japanese mythos see them as symbols of good luck, fortune so on. The ancient Greeks see them as a symbol of purity and messengers of the Sun God Apollo."

Several of these base explanations are already relevant to his MV but others may also be relevant later as more is revealed.

One thing, though, is that to Harumasa--the white crow is framed as a bad symbol. One introduced in red rain (same color as what he was injected with.) And the white crow can also symbolize him and how he feels about himself--the transformation that he's undergoing against his will and what he's trying so desperately to keep at bay.

But if I may offer another explanation of what the white crow could symbolize;

I think it could also symbolize this man, the hospital, and what was done to him. As well as how he's afraid of losing himself and losing his consciousness, only to awaken as a monster.

He also covers up his neck in this very spot where he got injections and where marks still linger.

He covers it with his hands in defense, too, when he feels the judgmental eyes beating down on him, accusing him of being a monster. Covering up what was done to him and symbolizing how trapped he feels.

The never-ending nightmares, the fear of waking up every day, never knowing if you're even going to wake up as yourself again. Every birthday being both a victory and a curse, taunting him. Every part of his existence being a reminder that he's something else. Something dangerous--something other-than.

Anyway.

It's safe to say...I'm cooked, guys. 🚬🐱💔

[jelloia]

more evidence aughhh... interpreting the second image partly as asaba teasing seth from afar and as him paying seth back for his kind words by bettering his reputation heh

haruwise this harubelle that IDC I JUST WANT ASABA AND SETH TO BECOME BESTIES

graduated from the same academy to work towards improving people's lives yet seth is so diligent and sucks at infiltration and can't even tell when harumasa is making fun of or complimenting him while asaba is the sneakiest slacker alive and excels at gathering intel

they're two sides of the same coin for sure

[bunni-v1]

You're so right about harumasa!!!! ): I know we need to see him more in-game first to have more to work with for content creation but ugh. Keeping myself (barely) sane thinking about lazy bf harumasa who never ever wakes up for his alarm and you gotta pry him off you to make him get up for work on time. Making that chronically ill king nutrient dense lunches, and nodding along with an understanding "I know, baby" when he comes to you whining about feeling sick. I don't care if he's lying or not I wanna baby him and be scolded by yanagi for indulging him!!

Slightly nsfw thought too but the idea of him being bored at work and texting u silly things, or being like "they're making me work overtime 🥺 can I see ur boobs" is so funny to me

Harumasamasa is just a baby, okay, that’s all he is. He needs alllllll the love and care in the world or else he’s gonna die! You don’t want him to die, do you?

No but seriously, me and my bestie have been talking about him A LOT (in relation to my OC lol), and we’ve made a few conclusions on him.

1) He is so NEEDY. He needs sooooo much attention, all the time. Always. He’s genuinely insufferable about it. He fully expects you to put down the things you’re working on just to pay attention, and if you don’t he’ll get super pouty and whiny. If you’re working, his head is in your lap or on your shoulder until you finally turn to him and give him all the affection he’s been begging for.

Not to mention that he really loves being cared for. He’s intentionally more lazy and useless around you because he loves being pampered like a princess. His favorite meals are meals made by you — and if you can’t cook it’s whatever you buy him. When you pull him out of bed in the morning, he’ll act like he can’t do anything right so you’ll come over and button up his shirt and fix his hair because he just loves when you pretty him up~

2) He’s a little shit. Obnoxious bastard does things just to get you all grumpy and grumbly because he thinks it’s just so cute when you’re mad at him. He’ll poke at your sides and tickle you because it’s funny when you squirm. And he’s such a tease, always making fun of you for how much you pamper him. (If you ever threaten to stop doing things he’ll grovel at your feet for forgiveness because “I was just joking baby, don’t be mean!”)

3) He’s obsessed with his partner. Thinks about you all the time, like a giggly little schoolboy. When you’re not there with him he’s texting you, and when you are there he’s probably hanging off you like a monkey. Brings you up as much as he can, which annoys the fuck out of poor Yanagi. (She’s happy he has someone who loves him, but he can be in love and also do his work… Also you need to stop spoiling him.)

Now obviously, as we get more info on him these ideas will change, but that’s the baseline we’ve decided on our cutie Haru~

As for the last bit you included… he is absolutely the type to beg you for nudes. Any time of the day too. If you don’t send them he’ll pout, but he’s not gonna be too upset. He’s at work after all. If Sokaku or Miyabi saw your nudes Yanagi would probably kill him. But if you do send him your nudes? God. God.

Runs to the restroom, genuinely the fastest Yanagi has ever seen him move. You won’t hear from him for a little while, and then he’ll send you a pic of his ruined underwear with a little “Thank you for the treat! Feeling way more energized now 😋”

Like god he’s such a dummy I love him.

[harumasafart]

Merry Christmas to ONLY my boywife harumasamasa

[postmoe]

Can you do a Yandere ZZZ men getting rejected. like the genshin version same reason that they just weren't their type and misunderstood. Also I saw this art about Seth older brother.

https://x.com/yougei_/status/1872198958057169238

omg pls if Seth's brother isn't something cool like that. They bring him up slightly in Harumasamasa story and I was so O.O tell me more.

Happy new year everyone! Welcome 01/01/2025!

Wise, Ben, Billy, Anton, Seth, Lycaon, Lighter, Harumasamasa - drugging, fighting, suggestive themes, I think i made it pretty gn so it could go either way, knocking out.

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Wise:

It takes a lot of courage for someone introverted like him to speak up about his feelings. He goes through all the possible scenarios before even bringing this up, deciding that if he's going to be true than he will shoot his shot in person and not message you the dozens of deleted texts he had initially typed.

That's why when you say 'no', it's very disheartening but he's not all that scared about the consequences.

"The city is a terrible place, you know? Generic crime is the least of its worries, not when corruption is rampant in every security and business corporation that exists."

You're not really listening to his rambles, shoulders shaking as you cry through the gag in your mouth, saliva ripping down your chin. Your arms are tied tightly behind you, around the back of the chair you're sitting on and preventing you from moving freely. When Wise finally removes the blindfold from your eyes, the room around you is blurred by your constant tears. He has the generosity to wipe them for you, seeing your a concrete room with a few necessities. A bed in the corner, a small couch, a television with some movie tapes (nothing too scary), a small, wooden coffee table. You see a mini fridge ahead and the bottom of a staircase. There's no windows, though a mirror behind a plastic sheathe in front of you shows a room behind you with a toilet and possibly a shower.

Despite your spit coating your face and the hyperventilation through your nose, he tenderly cups your chin and kisses the corner of your mouth, almost shyly if it weren't for the heated glint in your eyes, "Humans can adjust to anything, with time. Don't worry, you know I'll always keep you safe, with or without your consent."

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Billy:

"What do you mean?! It's because I'm a robot, isn't it? That's low, starlight, suuuper, suuuuuuper low."

You shake your head, smiling innocently with your hands up to indicate that that's not the case at all. "Billy, you're one of the most charming people I know-"

"- Then date me! C'mon, I promise I'll be the perfect partner for you. I'm your knight in shining armour, after all! Literally," he taps against his chest to make a 'ding ting!' sound.

You refuse the laugh that bubbles up, thinking back to all the times he has 'coincidentally' been there when you needed it most. "Yeah, about that... I wanted to talk to you..." How do you say this? 'Billy, be honest, have you been stalking me?' It is probably best to just be out with it, "Have you been following me, Billy? It's kind of weird that we keep running into each other all the time, especially whenever you seem to think I'm 'in danger'." Which could literally be you mis stepping and having him rush over to you in worry from seemingly nowhere.

As a robot, you'd think one of the better things he was capable at was lying. However, the animated nature of his gives him away too easily. He knows that all too well, deciding it was easier to just come out with the truth. Billy nervously rubs the back of his neck, "Ah, Anby said it would come across as creepy... But, you have to understand from my perspective, starlight! You're made of breakable materials. Flesh, bones, muscles, meat, it's all something that can be so easily taken advantage of."

With a sigh, you shake your head, hoping to get through to him since he obviously has the wrong idea about your species, "No, we're not that fragile. Humans-"

"-No, but, see, you are!" He's too into it now, grasping your wrist with little effort. You step back in shock, wincing at the pain, asking him to let go but he doesn't. Billy's voice is softer, the yellow lights of his eyes narrowing in on the pained expression your face so easily portrays, "I'm not even using a lot of pressure here. If you listen closely, you can hear the splitting of your bone. No, seriously! Put your ear to it," he holds up your wrist when you start to cry, looking around desperately for anyone nearby. It's late, not even a bangboo in sight.

With a loud 'snap!', your voice chokes and your crumple to your knees, except Billy doesn't let you fall to the ground. He picks you up in his arms and holds you to his cool, metal chest. He's cooing over you as you cry and cradle your wrist. You look up with such a hurtful expression, "W-Why did you do that? I need a hospital."

As if something clicks, he quickly changes mode and started fretting, holding you tighter, "Oh, shoot! Dammnit, starlight, why'd'ya make me do that? I didn't mean to go that far. Hah... Come on, let's get you home and fix you up. No more late night escapades, 'kay?"

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Ben:

The guilt riding him when he takes you is immeasurable... He knows it's for the best. Statistically speaking, you're more likely to get hurt without him around to protect you. It's just unfortunate it had to go this route.

At the moment you were in a cage in the corner of his home office, shaking with anger and cold as he had stripped most of your clothes in punishment, your arms restrained behind your back and a blindfold to keep you more sensitive. He checks the time on the corner of his computer; it's only been 20 minutes.

Once you rejected him, he had seemed to take it in stride. It wasn't meant to be, sometimes you see a juicy fish just too late and miss it, he had to move on.

But he couldn't.

Your fiery attitude and boisterous laughter filled the calm void inside him. You are everything to him.

So one night, when he's walking down the street to clear his mind, he sees you getting off work late. When salmon travel upstream to go home, it's the bear's job to catch it. Or, something like that. With the way his mouth salivates and his body jitters in excitement, he can't help but compare you to a delicious meal, even if he doesn't want to devour you - in that sense.

Once you wake up, you fight, of course you do. He doesn't necessarily blame you for it, but, bad behaviour needs to be punished. It's when you tried to bite through his thick fur did he snap. Intentionally hurting someone is a no-go. Though, it is your first offence. Another ten or fifteen minutes and he'll let you out.

"I don't want to keep you trapped here forever. I'd like if we could go out together, too. We just need to be civil about this," he states, hoping to appeal to you with calm incitements.

Instead, you grit your chattering teeth and curse, "Fffff-uck yo-ou."

His shoulders sag, his frown deepening as he turns back to his monitor to continue working.

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Anton:

He and his bro had spent countless hours rehearsing and none of the answers to come out were negative. So, how is it that you say anything but a resounding YES?

"I dunno," you say, shyly rubbing your arm as you avert your eyes, "I just always thought I was one of the guys. Whenever you introduced us it was always 'Anton and his two bros'."

His jaw goes slack as his brain catches up. It takes a moment of cogs turning and mathematical calculations as every moment he's ever 'friend-zone'd you comes flashing in his mind. Then, he bursts out laughing, his large hand coming to land on your shoulder, "Dude, no way! Okay, I can see where you might think that." In a completely different display of affection, one you haven't exactly experienced from a man like Anton, he runs his hand down your arm and catches your own hand in his, collecting your other as well to intertwine his fingers and hold you close. He swallows the lump in his throat, as though saying it a second time is harder than the first, - though in his defense, he and his bro had concluded that you would say yes after the first confession, this wasn't in the script. "I really do like you, (Y/n). A lot. I'd do anything for you."

Anton truly is one of the sweetest people you know. However, "I'm sorry, Anton. I think our lifestyles are just too different to begin with. But hey! I'll always be your bro!"

It's getting awkward, and you have to tug a few times before he lets go. With a small farewell, you turn on your heel to leave and give you both some time to think. He will be okay, Anton always bounces back, no problem!

Except, he doesn't. In another turn of events for someone like him, he zeroes in on a nerve near the back of your neck and hits it hard. Immediately, you collapse into his arms, unconscious.

The drill on his hip shifts from the adjustment he has to make to carry you, causing him to look down before averting his gaze with a guilty conscience, "What? Don't look at me like that, they were getting away! Besides," the smile of his is unparalleled as he stares at your sleeping face, "We just need to show them their place with us; they'll come around."

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Seth:

He knows it's wrong, it's so wrong. The stalking. The lying. The manipulation. Saying something as, "Wow! What a coincidence, I didn't expect to see you here, (Y/n)." is enough to make his heart hurt with deceit. You deserve better, you deserve the word.

But you just won't listen.

You run down any empty alley to help someone who calls for help and have been scammed and attacked four times this month because of it. Yes, he knows he does it too, but, he has the skills to deal with it! It also means your money gets stolen easily and you're left with cup noodles every night for a week because you can't afford a proper meal. Not to mention your sleep schedule taking a toll because you refuse to close up shop if a customer is taking their time because you don't want to 'hurt their feelings'. Or what about that cat bite that struggled to heal because-

Seth takes a deep breath, calming his racing and distraught thoughts. His superior Zhu Yuan said it herself, "If someone I love kept putting themselves in danger, then I'd step in, no questions."

He's offered countless times to handle things, to get you to call him in any sort of emergency, and wishes so badly that you would accept his feelings rather than saying something stupid like you'd get in the way of his goals.

Why is he so scummy?

The sound of the lock to your shop is loud in the empty street. It's 11pm, you usually shut at 9 tonight. You're so tired and unconcerned that you don't even jump at his presence when you finally turn around. Your parted lips spread into a smile, tired eyes crinkling as you greet him, "Officer Seth! What a lovely surprise, are you out patrolling?" When you step forward, you notice that he's hunched in on himself, a prominent frown on his usually cheerful face, ears back and looking solemn. You come even closer, unaware of any possible signals he could be giving you to stay away, "Seth? Are you okay, what's happening?"

Instead of saying anything directly, he just walks forward until his body meets yours, collapsing into you for a hug. You let him melt in your embrace, hands coming up to rub his back gently and pet the soft tufts of his hair, murmuring how you're there for him. He has to stop his hand from shaking when he holds up the injection pen, calmly moving your hair away from your neck as though he was simply returning the favour of comfort. "I'm sorry," he mumbles into your skin, his own tired eyes closing to shut out the world, allowing it to be only him and you, "It'll only get worse if I do nothing, and it's already so bad now."

You don't have time to ask him what he means, the sudden pressure in your neck causing you to yelp. The sting comes after the shock, you try to pull away but he doesn't let you move, only continuing to squeeze you against him as your legs buckle and go numb. "Seth...?" You whisper his name, looking up with such a worried expression that he can't help but smile softly.

"No, dummy," he lifts you up when your arms go paralysed next, walking in the direction of his car, "You're supposed to scream for help when something happens."

Your lips wobble as you begin to cry, unsure of what your dear friend is planning by doing something like this. His car comes into view and you shift your head against his chest, voice weak, "Help."

"Shh," he hushes you, savouring your warmth in the quiet night, "It's too late for any of that now. You'll be safe with me."

For weeks he had been dealing with this dark, malicious substance oozing through his veins at the prospect of doing something so criminal. Now, though? Now, as he holds you and feels you and sees you in front of his, he feels like everything is suddenly right with the world. He must've been overthinking everything like usual.

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Lycaon:

You shouldn't be so surprised to see that Lycaon has such a nice apartment. His job isn't exactly middle class and he rarely spends money outside of his fur upkeep products.

Still, as you sit the wet umbrella in its plastic sheath - curtesy of the building staff - next to the door way, you can't help but look around in awe. There's no a lot going on, a large lounge that has enough space for at least ten people, accompanied by a larger tv that is currently off. An open kitchen, hallways to the left and right, an upstairs with a balcony over half the floor plan.

And a lovely table and chairs by the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked over the city of New Eridu, which was currently pouring with rain and being illuminated by lightning.

Lycaon was standing by the lovely table, placing down the teapot down after pouring two cups before turning to face you. In an unusual turn of events, he wasn't wearing his signature uniform which you have grown accustomed to seeing, instead, he was in a simple black, buttoned down shirt and long pants. He hadn't changed the patch and belts on his face, however, which he regards with a tender touch and explanation, "Apologies, I barely had time to change before you arrived. Even though I invited you over, it's unforgivable of me."

You purse you lips at him, walking towards the set-up and stating, "You said you had feelings for me and yet you still talk to me like I'm one of your clients."

The corners of his lips tick up in a dejected smile, "I suppose it's habitual at this point. Besides, I'm still a little unsure how to go about this."

He pulls out the chair for you to sit, your body resting in the comfortable cushion on the hard seat. It takes you a moment to realise that what you said probably wasn't the best call right now. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that... I was just trying to lighten the mood."

This time, his smile is a little more sincere, "Please, do not worry about it. Our previous meetings have been a tad awkward so I understand."

This relaxes you greatly, your shoulders sagging in relief. You turn your attention to the hard rain hitting the windowsill next to you, the home is warm but you're close enough for the cool air on the window to still hit you, "It's really coming down, huh?"

"Indeed," he agrees, not that he could really argue against it. Lycaon takes your cup and opens a small sugar bowl, taking a spoonful and stirring until it all dissolves, "I believe the forecast stated that it would be storming all week."

"I hope the outer circles are okay, they tend to flood easily," you mindlessly pray, accepting the teacup once he's placed it back on the saucer. You both enjoy a silence of words as you sip from your respective beverages, the rain soothing your mind.

Lycaon's ears flicker every-so-often to the sound of thunder, an endearing attribute to witness. You wonder if days like these would be common if you had said yes. It would be nice, but, you know now just isn't the right time for something like that.

Lycaon considers differently.

He clears his throat after a while, once you both had enjoyed a substantial amount of tea, "I must admit, my reasons for inviting you over are not quite... honourable."

You finally look away from the drowning city lights and to your friend, "What do you mean?"

He sets his palms in his lap and takes a deep breath, exhaling from his mouth to steady any unease, "I'm afraid I won't be allowing you to leave here, (Y/n). I've contemplated back and forth about my actions and decided that this was the most favourable outcome."

Confusion hits you before any sort of fear or anxiety, "Huh? Are you going to kill me?"

When Lycaon stiffens at that, you can't help but feel like your joke wasn't exactly off the mark. It's only until he shakes his head, almost exasperated, that you finally remember to breathe, "Goodness, no! I would never entertain such a thing. I merely mean that unless supervised by myself, you won't be leaving the premises."

You roll your eyes and play along, "Okay, so, do I have to find a hint to unlock the door? Is this a new thing for your business-" everything suddenly blurs and you double over in exhaustion. What the heck? It takes a moment to recover but when you do, you stand abruptly from the table, both hands steadying you as your body is overcome with unease, "Actually... I don't wan'na to play anymore..."

One step turns to two, and perhaps you get another half in before you're knees are collapsing beneath you and Lycaon is holding you up. He's kneeling, carefully monitoring your condition to make sure you go down as simply as the drug entices. He's talking calmly, saying something to soothe the process, perhaps, but you'll never know beyond the jumbled noise being muffled by your own hearing.

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Lighter:

"You're not taking this seriously!" You shout at him, charging forward to get one good, hard punch to his cheek.

Lighter easily sidesteps you, grabbing a hold of your arm and twisting it backwards. You yelp in pain as he pins you down, finally doing something other than dodging your attacks, "Oh? Is that better or, do you want me to punish you more?"

His knee rubs suggestively between your thighs, your eyes tearing up in frustration as you thrash and kick. Mercifully, he retreats off of you and you you're quick to stand in another defensive position, "What is your problem?! If you're going to fight me than fight me properly!"

"I think you've forgotten that you're the one who issued this challenge," he pushes his sunglasses up his face nonchalantly, refusing to take them off despite the fact it's nighttime.

You growl and rush in to deliver a swift kick to his shin - which he artfully evades, "Only because you won't leave me alone! I'm fine by myself, I've always been fine by myself! I only ever started having troubles when you came into my life!"

He tuts and shakes his head, jumping back from another attack, "You know Big Daddy says it's not okay to tell porky pies. Little pigs like you who do get in big trouble for it."

That makes you falter, stepping back in bafflement and frankly a bit of discomfort, "What?"

Lighter is quick on his feet, stepping aside you, kicking out to trip up your ankle and catching you from behind. He spreads your legs with his own and holds your wrists behind your back, "If it weren't for me, nobody in the outer ring would look twice at you before robbing you blind and leaving your body dead in a ditch. Vulnerable city folk like you aren't exactly welcome here."

"Why go through all that trouble for someone like me, then?" You try to get out but this time, he isn't faltering, so you relinquish yourself for a moment of clarification, "If you guys hate me so much then why did you step in?"

"Because I like you. I really, fucking like you. And all I wanted was a bit of thanks and appreciation," he leans down to mumble in your ear, biting the lobe not all that gently. Again, you're pushed to the ground, his hips easily keeping you down without so much as breaking a sweat, "I win. Now, as per our agreement, this time you have to say, 'yes'."

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Harumasamasa:

You're hands are shaking so badly that you can't hold a cup of liquid without spilling it. Your head is swimming with nausea and you seeing double of everything. How long had he been doing this without you knowing? Was this why your back didn't seem to ache the same way anymore, or your knees or your shoulders?

The door to your cell opens and you're greeted with the man himself. It's amazing how easy it is for people with power to abuse the system. "So, how're you feeling, honey? Changed your mind yet?"

"Y-You're a monster," you spit, stuttering not because you're scared or cold, but because your teeth won't stop chattering from withdrawals.

Harumasa laughs, closing the cell behind him and crouching down so he's at the height of your quivering body on the bench, "Awh, I never claimed to be a good guy! But, I wouldn't go as far as say 'monster.' Still," he reaches out and gently tucks back some of your hair, "In this scenario, you might not be wrong."

You jut your head back, smacking the brick wall with the back of your skull, 'thud!', "Fuck off."

"Oof," he winces, eyes cringing, "That had'ta hurt. C'mon, baby, just say yes and I can make all this disappear."

You're swaying from lack of balance, gods you think you might throw up, "Can't you find someone else to force your love onto?"

He stands abruptly and the motion makes you fall back, only being supported by the construction that was now the cause in your skull, "Nope! I want you. I have since I started dosing you with these." He pulls out a baggie of colourful tablets, his medication for his rare affliction. Sighing wistfully, he cradles the rainbow meds against his cheek, "If it weren't for these bad boys than I wouldn't have been able to get you do addicted to me. No one else can help you now, honey. I'm all you've got."

"Someone will come," you wish under your breath, body falling forward while you clutch your stomach in pain, "Someone will notice."

Harumasa purses his lips at you, humming in thought. With a defeated moan, he pockets the medication and stretches his arms above his head, "Welp, let's see how strong your will is after another day in the cell." Striding to one corner of the room, he grabs the little, plastic rubbish bin and brings it between your legs, "Here, you're gonna need this. The next 24 hours will not be fun for you."

You only notice he's gone when the shutting door echoes through the room, too lost in trying to keep your withdrawing body from keeling over.

[ticklygiggles]

Lunch break | Asaba Harumasa x Mocha [n$fw]

Commissioner's OC | PPYMIA COMCO

A/N: Collab with always precious and beautiful @ppystkposts commissioned by @kusuguricafe! We hope you enjoy this, thank you for your support!

Big thanks to always wonderful @lovelynim for beta reading this fic and also for providing the images used in this fic hehe mwah love

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Summary: Harumasa has a little visit during lunch break.

Words: 2.7k

Reports, reports, and more reports.

This was, without a doubt, the most mind-numbing and soul-crushingly dull aspect of his job, and, of course, the one he detested the most. As he sat there, staring blankly at the endless stream of paperwork, his mind inevitably wandered to his stunning girlfriend.

A goofy, soft grin spread across Harumasa's face at the mere thought of her, his heart skipping a beat that sent a delightful shiver coursing through his chest and down to his stomach. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and he felt embarrassed for behaving like a smitten schoolboy with his first crush, unable to shake off the silly, lovesick feeling that had taken hold of him.

As he glanced at the clock on the wall, he realized that lunchtime was fast approaching, and a wild, impulsive idea suddenly came to his mind. He swiftly grabbed his phone and opened the messaging app, his fingers flying across the screen as he navigated to her chat, a sense of excitement and anticipation building in his chest.

He chuckled to himself, feeling exactly like an excited kid. He quickly glanced behind him, making sure the Deputy Chief wasn't around and that Soukaku and Miyabi had their nose buried in their own work, (something he should be doing as well), and quickly answered her again:

Boosted… well, it didn't matter. He quickly typed again:

His heart pounded against his chest; somehow he felt the exact nervous anticipation he had felt when he mustered the courage to ask Mocha to be his girlfriend. There was really no reason to feel so terribly nervous, but he was desperate to see her and get away from the stress these annoying reports were causing him. His heart skipped a beat as his phone vibrated in his hand with a new notification. He straightened his back and read the new message, letting out a sigh of relief. 

Those five minutes, followed by the agonizing wait until lunch time, felt like eons to Harumasa. The clock's hands seemed frozen in place, refusing to move. He would glance up, convinced that a good ten minutes had elapsed, only to discover with great horror that a mere sixty seconds had ticked by. He fought against a loud whine, frustrated to the core. 

Finally, after three eternities, it was lunchtime and Harumasa jumped up from his chair, making it spin. 

“Ah, Harumasamasa!” Soukaku’s voice stopped him. “Are you having lunch with us?” 

He groaned internally as he turned around to look at her and Miyabi, smiling the kindest smile he could muster. “Not today. I'm having a little visit over lunch break, I need to go pick them up now– I'll see you later!” 

He dashed out of the office and the building, quickly spotting Mocha near the entrance. A warm, loving smile spread across his lips as he approached her with silent steps, almost tiptoeing, her back facing him. Grinning mischievously to himself, he stopped just a couple of steps away from her and leaned close.

“Did I make you wait long, beautiful?” He whispered against her ear, making it twitch, and he laughed loudly as Mocha jumped nearly out of the stratosphere. Mocha's tail hairs stood on end as she quickly turned around and hit him in the chest. “Ouch?” Harumasa said with a smirk.

“You scared me!” She said with a pout that Harumasa couldn't resist pinching tenderly, making her whine. “Is this how you say hello?” 

He grinned, leaning down to steal a tender kiss to her lips. “Hello, beautiful. You look stunning today, what's new~” he purred and seeing her adorable pout morph into a shy smile, he knew he had won her over again, his heart fluttered. 

He laced his fingers through hers, giving her hand a gentle squeeze and guiding her into the building and into the empty office. Mocha had been there a couple of times before, but she always seemed adorably surprised by it all. 

“That truly looks boring,” she said as she checked a few forms piled up over Harumasa’s desk. “Now I understand why you always procrastinate.” 

He chuckled softly, sitting back in his chair and reaching out to grasp her wrists, gently pulling her onto his lap. Mocha's soft giggles filled the air as she wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself, her tail wrapping around his waist. Harumasa gazed at her adoringly as she took in every nook and cranny of the empty office.

“It's quite scary with just the two of us here,” she said in almost a whisper and Harumasa chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle his face against her neck. 

“It's not as loud and fast paced as your cafe, is it?” She shook her head, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she felt a tender kiss being pressed to the side of her neck. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and she sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. Harumasa smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

“N-Now now…," she giggled, her voice trembling as his hand caressed up her thigh, slipping under her skirt to tease the soft skin. "Masa~ we're in your office," she reminded him, her voice laced with laughter as his fingers lightly tickled her thigh.

Harumasa mumbled against her neck, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "Hmm, doesn't matter," he whispered, pressing his body flush against hers. "They're all having lunch somewhere."

A soft little mewl escaped her lips as another kiss was pressed to her neck and Harumasa felt a shudder run down his spine. 

“There are cameras, though, we better-” 

She began, but her words abruptly cut off as she suddenly jumped off Harumasa’s lap, catching him off guard. To his surprise, Mocha grasped one of his wrists and dragged him towards a closet in one of the corners of the office. Harumasa’s confusion deepened, but he didn't resist her. Instead, he extended his other hand, giving her a playful spank that made her squeal and blush. Mocha shot him a playful glare over her shoulder as she opened the closet door and unceremoniously pushed Harumasa inside. He chuckled, still confused. 

“What are you- mff-!” Mocha slipped inside as well, closing the door behind her and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him into a passionate kiss.

Harumasa hummed in approval, moaning softly against her lips as his hands grasped her waist, pulling her close against him. Their hips met, rubbing slightly against each other, filling the little closer with soft sighs, whimpers and moans. 

“This is so naughty,” Harumasa said breathlessly, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips. When he woke up that morning, he would never have imagined that he’d spend his lunch break satisfying another kind of hunger with Mocha in a closet in his office. 

She grinned, her eyes half-closed in pleasure, as she pressed herself closer to him, their bodies flush against each other. Her breasts crushed against his chest, sending a flush of embarrassment through Harumasa's cheeks. 

“Don't pretend you don't love it,” she whispered against his lips as she started to unbutton his shirt, each button revealing a silver of Harumasa's skin to her gentle, teasing touch. His skin erupted in goosebumps as her fingers danced across his chest.

Harumasa's heart pounded against his chest as he looked at Mocha's beautiful face, her delicate fingers undoing each button. His eyes were filled with affection and dark with lust. Mocha could make him feel a hundred emotions all at once with just a simple glance. He wanted to cherish and protect her, almost possessively, and, at the same time, wanted to take her, to claim her as his own in every single chance he got. 

His fingers, trembling slightly as if this was his first time with her, sneaked under the hem of her shirt and she grinned, visibly shuddering as he squeezed her waist, digging into the flesh, making her bite her lip in a vain attempt to stifle a moan. 

“Someone's been very naughty today,” she purred, her tail lazily swishing from side to side as she started to untie his tie.

Harumasa smirked, leaning down to place a soft peck to her lips. “Don't pretend you don't love it,” he teased, grinning. Mocha chuckled, her cheeks blushing pink.

“I do love it,” she admitted with a nod. “But I also think you need a little punishment.”

Harumasa's eyes sparkled with lust and amusement. “Oh? Don't threaten me with a good time, kitten,” he whispered, blowing cool air against her ear, making her squeal and her ear twitch.

She glared at him playfully, seizing his wrists from her waist and binding them with his tie. Harumasa gasped, looking at the door of the closet out of instinct before he looked back at the cute bow she had created.

Mocha grinned mischievously at him as she lifted  his arms, hooking them around her neck. Harumasa sighed, blushing as her eyes roamed over his exposed skin. She licked her lips like a hungry lion. 

This certainly was… new. She really wasn't one to try different things during their intimate times, but he couldn't say he was against it.

Harumasa chuckled softly, shuddering when her fingernails grazed the skin of his stomach, his flesh waking up with goosebumps as she traced the contours of his abs. He squirmed slightly, choking on a soft squeal as she circled his belly button. 

“It tickles,” he mumbled with a soft gasp, his body jerking away from her touch. 

Mocha grinned, tracing the curve of Harumasa's hip bones. “It does, doesn't it?”

His heart jumped and his eyes widened in realization. He shook his head. “N-No! Not that, M-Mocha, please!” 

“Shh shh shh.” She tiptoed to reach his lips, kissing them once. “Someone might hear you,” she purred, her fingernails dragging up and down his sides, making him arch with gasps and whimpers that eventually morphed into giggles and soft squeals.

Her touch was gentle, just like the caresse of a soft feather, almost itchy– tortuous, yet, somehow, kind of nice. A sudden burst of laughter escaped Harumasa's lips as her nails danced along his waist, sending shivers down his spine. 

He wanted to lower his arms, but he knew that would put pressure on her neck and he understood why she had chosen that position. Mocha knew he would do his best to not hurt her with any harsh movement. Harumasa whined, giggling again as her nails dragged against the back of his ribs.

“Thihis is so unfahahair, Mocha! Why are you even- ahahaha! Wait! Wahahahit!” 

Ugh, he really was too ticklish for his own good, it was almost embarrassing. Some simple squeezes to his waist were enough to have him giggling like a stupid kid, and twisting his body from side to side, trying to shake off her teasing, wiggling fingers.

“Does it tickle, baby?” She asked teasingly, giggling along with him as he jolted and squealed. “You're so terribly ticklish, are you not?” 

Harumasa whined again, the volume and desperation of his laughter increasing as she moved lower, her thumbs rubbing deep, maddening and so horrendously ticklish circles into his hips that nearly had him shrieking with laughter. 

“Stahahap! I'm seheherious! I fuhuhucking- ahahahaha! Plehehease!” 

“Oh my, oh my, what language is that?” she teased, squeezing his hips in a frantic pace that had Harumasa throwing his head back with loud bouts of laughter. 

Mocha's random ideas always seem to catch him off guard. Instead of the steamy moment he was expecting to have with her, she'd chosen to torment him with tickles, knowing full well that he–

“AHAHAHA! NO! No, nohohot thehehere! PLEHEHEASE!” He leaned against the cold metal wall of the closet, shifting back and forth, trying to get away from Mocha's wicked fingers that had found a place under his arms, tickling his poor armpits as if her life depended on it. 

Harumasa laughed nearly in hysterics, the back of his head banging against the closet wall, as if he wanted to distract himself from the overwhelming sensation. Mocha laughed, but her fingers didn't stop for a second. 

"Stop that! You'll hurt yourself!" she scolded him, but her lips were spread in a wide, playful and mischievous smile as she pinched the ticklish never right in the middle of Harumasa's armpits. 

Harumasa shook his head, his cheeks bright red and his tears twinkling in his eyelashes. “STAHAHAP! You k-knohohow I'm sihihick! Thihis wihill mahahake mehehe- AHAHA! Plehehease!” 

Mocha rolled her eyes fondly, pressing herself a bit more against him to pin him against the wall, but a soft gasp escaped her lips when something poked at her thigh. 

Harumasa widened his eyes, looking down at the same time Mocha did, her fingers coming to a sudden stop as they both looked down between their bodies. 

He gasped in horror and Mocha's mouth fell open. “Ohoho~ do you want me to take care of that?” 

Harumasa shook his head almost desperately, finding a way to unhook his arms from around her neck and reaching down to try and catch Mocha's hands that were starting to unbutton and unzip his pants. Why on earth was be hard?!

“M-Mocha!” He pleaded. “B-Baby, I don't think- oh, fuck~”

Mocha giggled softly. “Oh yeah, that feels so good right?” Her hands had pulled down his clothes in the blink of an eye, his pants and underwear pooling at his ankles. Harumasa threw his head back as she began to stroke his hard cock slowly, so painfully slowly. Shivers of pressure ran down his spine, causing him to arch his back and slowly roll his hips. 

“M-My lovely, ngh! Oh shit, faster please, faster- ack! N-No! Nohoho, wahahait! Nohot tihihickling!”

While her strokes became faster just as he had asked, her other hand had also sprung into action. Harumasa squirmed, trying to press his arms to his body as much as possible. But Mocha's fingers were slender and deft and she didn't struggle to sneak back under his arm to tickle his armpit once more.

Harumasa's voice was a combination of hysterical laughter, broken moans, ragged breathing and the occasional whimper, he was a complete mess. Hating the tickling, but loving it at the same time, his hips moving quickly as he fucked himself into her hand. 

“Fuhuhuck~! Angh! More, more~” he begged, tears of laughter, pleasure and desperation streaming down his cheeks. 

Mocha giggled softly, her cheeks flushed as her eyes studied Harumasa's expression. He cried softly as her thumb swept against his tip, teasing the glands just as she knew he loved it. 

Harumasa moaned loudly, his mind overwhelmed with the sensations that seemed to come from all sides. The tickles moving from his armpit to his ribs and then to his hip, Mocha's hand jerking him off, and even her lips, which had begun to move on his neck, leaving wet kisses on all the places she had memorized were sensitive. 

He felt his body tense, his breathing becoming more frantic, his eyes crossing. He was on the edge, it only took a small push to be able to cum in Mocha's hand. Just a little– 

Two knocks on the door. “Asaba-kun.” It was Yanagi. “Lunch break is almost better cut it out before…” 

Yanagi's voice faded as his eyes rolled back, cumming hard. Mocha pressed a hand against his mouth to muffle the moans as he came undone under her ministrations. Harumasa trembled with pleasure, his cum dripping from Mocha's hand as she milked the last drop of his release. 

Yanagi's heels softly faded away. Of course, she didn't want to be there when Harumasa and Mocha came out of the closet in a mess. Harumasa gasped as Mocha slowly pulled her hand away from his mouth, a trickle of saliva connecting his lips to her palm. 

As he returned from his high, his eyes met Mocha's and he grinned lazily. 

"I think I'll get an administrative report," he said with no concern in his eyes and Mocha laughed lightly. 

“I think you're going to be in a lot of trouble," she said with a bit of empathy in her voice. 

Harumasa hummed. “Maybe…” He looked at the watch on his wrist and then looked at Mocha with a mischievous smile. “Untie me. We still have five minutes.” 

Mocha blinked. “Five minutes for what- ah~!” 

Feeling Mocha's wetness on his fingers almost made him cum again. Five minutes was definitely more than enough. 

[nono-uwu]

Harumasamasa cured my artblock (doodle from class)

[cptnghoulowl]

HARUMASAMASA CAT IS REALLLLL GIRL I WANNA SEE THIS CAT I WANNA KNOW IT'S NAME I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHINGGGGGGGG

Also Wise petting kitty hehe

[starguardianniom]

Headcanon: Harumasa and Corin as childhood friends?

Hear me out.

We all know Corin had a critical illness that needed a dangerous surgery which she still got the scar when she was younger.

Harumasa seems to be chronically ill and as seen in a picture, was hospitalised as a kid.

What if Harumasa and Corin have been in the same hospital as kids and met and befriended another?

I read somewhere that every trinket Harumasa wears is something from his past or something like that, I could see either one of his earrings or choker to have been a gift from Corin, seems like it would be in her style.

I would imagine him being older than her and greeting her when she is brought to the hospital for the first time and helped her get calm when she was nervous and being a protective big brother to her.

Corin would totally adore him and would try to seek him out whenever she could because she feels he would need the company since he's always there.

They have nicknames for each other, Corin calls him either "Masa", Asababa" or "Harumasamasa" and Harumasa calls her "Cori", "Rin" or "Ori".

Harumasa gave her her teddy bear, she accidently destroyed it and then repaired it with her own style, he had loathed it since then but whatever makes her happy, he will never understand her fashion sense, but she can pull it off.

Corin once passed him her teddy bear, he woke up in the middle of the night to drink some water and forgot it was there and he nearly had a heart attack seeing it in his bed, he still has nightmares about it to this day.

Harumasa is about the only person Corin can speak to without being nervous, stuttering or apologizing to and isn't even intimidated that he is working under the youngest Void Hunter ever, she is just glad that he's doing better and is out of the hospital, he always had her full admiration so to her it's no surprise he could pull this off. Everyone else is left speechless at seeing Corin being able to carry a conversation normally the whole time, and being pretty enthusiastic about it to boot.

Corin showing off her chainsaw thanking Harumasa for giving her the idea of wielding one for safety and because they were cool (he was teasing but it flew over her head and she took it literally and agreed with him), she took it to heart, Harumasa is impressed and is cheering her on.

They totally go shopping together once they reunite, they also go see movies and help each other clean their weapons. They are besties as if no time as passed since they last saw each other, both Victoria Housekeeping and Section 6 are speechless about it, but they all collectively agree to let them be and have their fun. They also take turns taking pictures because they are very cute together acting like siblings because it's extremely rare to see Corin so sure of herself when she is with him and for Harumasa to be a lot more active when he is with her.

My headcanons for them everyone, I just think it would be neat if they were childhood friends as the resident ill and former ill characters, why not link them together if they could, they had Miyabi and Zhu Yuan as classmates and friends, so why not Harumasa and Corin being hospital buddies?

I will die on the hill of Harumasa's and Corin's friendship and will drag as many as possible with me on this.

[scaramouches-real-husband]

m1 harumasamasa at 70 pity :) currently at 17 pity trying to get m2 but hes currently m1r1 or whatever letter we're using for the w engines. seems like itd be o since its called overclock.. in that case m1o1 harumasa hes such a sweetie i love him

[euphonnia]

quick harumasamasa

[arabellaseraphim]

Starring: Asaba Harumasa

- "I don't need to clock in if I'm on field duty... How about I become your personal liaison?" -

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Fan gifts for Harumasamasa (coming soon)

[isekyaaa]

Wanna write something for harumasamasa....... but what is the question orz

[harumasafart]

I haven’t finished leveling his talents and stuff but here he is. Discs are extremely scuffed but I’m going to work on it! Wengine in 20 pulls yay!!! I love my baby harumasamasa 😢