#shin sakamoto days

[aeoredellia]

I UNDERSTAND IT NOW, AND SOON YOU WILL TOO

[mzenins]

❛ gloria, i wanna take you to euphoria ! ❜ ✶ ࣪˖࿐ * sakadays multi characters

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── contents: suggestive, gn reader, making out, spitting, dry humping, hickeys┆ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ how they kiss you…

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ──── featured on this disc: yoichi nagumo, natsuki seba, shin asakura

╰⪼┆nagumo kisses you like you’re both in a constant game of cat and mouse. it’s competitive and intoxicating with a strong surge of adrenaline bustling through your veins but oftentimes it’s fleeting.

he allows for his bottom lip to gently graze yours then retracts himself from your vicinity with the mere purpose of seeing the dazed look on your face that was anticipating more. he enjoys the shocked gasp and reprimand that comes from you, followed by a murmur of “dickhead.” which he classically retorts with, “hey, that’s not nice!”

the roles switches up constantly, something he indulges in, but a sick part of him can’t help but bask in the sight of you desperately grinding down on his clothed crotch with your forehead littered by sweat as you incoherently rasp in his ear for him to kiss you harder. his mouth twists up in a sadistic manner against the column of your neck, “hm? want more neck kisses?” he feigns innocence.

his playing dumb act grinds your gears to the fullest and makes you want to choke him out till your heart’s content but he’d probably brush off your actions with a snippy comeback.

you loudly groan in frustration and his eyebrows pull up at your outburst, your hips halt against his pelvis, “god, do i have to spell everything out for you?” you grab a fist full of his noir hair to perfectly align his head with your face, “kiss me properly, nagumo.. on the lips.”

he likes seeing you all riled up. he tauntingly smirks, “ah! you should’ve just asked, silly.” before you can argue on that’s what you were doing in the first place, he encloses the space, humming contently. your lips moves together in sync, rapidly harmonizing in a sensual way. his tattooed hands slip under your shirt caressing the bare skin but the small delight comes to a pause once he uses his teeth to gently pull at your bottom lip, teasingly letting it go out from his hold. he drily chuckles at you chasing after his lips for more.

╰⪼┆natsuki kisses you like a pornstar in love. it’s lewd but intimate, igniting an untamed flame in the pit of your stomach, rapidly flickering waiting to be extinguished, but your heart beats erratically against your chest with warmth blooming around the organ.

it can be messy at times with his saliva smearing onto your chin and drippling off, or, it can be sweet and memorable leaving you smitten with butterflies for the rest of the day; pick your poison, he doesn’t mind either way.

he likes to sneak up on you— at first it was an occasional habit he’d done unintentionally but now he uses his airy footsteps to his advantage. slithering his toned arm around your stomach to pull you closer to his broad chest and grips at your jaw with his calloused hand to tilt your head upwards to somewhat face him

“open your mouth.” he calmly instructs, as if what he planned to do next was just a run-on-the-mill activity. you comply and suddenly feel a warm droplet of spit land onto your tongue, your eyes widens and before a squeal could erupt from your throat he captures your lips with his.

natsuki pants heavily against your mouth his hot tongue hastily collides with yours as he subconsciously begins to rut himself into your figure, his eyebrows deeply furrows together. his lips are soft on yours but has intensity far too hot to handle. “s-slow down natsu…” your meek voice trembles in between the heated kisses.

his usual nonchalant complacence crumbles apart. his plump lips glistens once he pulls away, a small string of saliva connecting the two of you. “can’t. sorry. you just taste so damn good.” some darken strands of hair stick to his forehead; he’s dizzy but pushes through to quench his thirst.

╰⪼┆shin kisses you like he’s almost afraid of you. he’s not and he swears by it but the way his body stiffens with his shoulders nearing his ears and rigid lips stilled has you thinking the former. he touches you as if you’re a porcelain doll glossed over with iridescent medium, and that sometimes translates into his fear of messing up.

he gets in his head a lot and stays there. but as the relationship progresses, he gains his confidence within his abilities to please you and once that layer of skin grows, that’s all he dedicates himself to. he’s rough which causes teeth to clash but he’s also sweetly passionate with his movements.

an extremely slow day at sakamoto’s store leads to you on top of the store counter with him between your legs. he disregards the opportunity to flip over the closed sign— the thought of being caught fuelled something dubious inside of him.

his large palms roam from your thighs to grazing over your chest eliciting a choked up gasp from you. he’d become too cocky, perhaps for his own good. his lips moved with delicious vigour against yours, slowly increasing the tempo with every passing second. soft grunts and huffs comes from the blond mixed in with your panting.

“is this too much?” he asked as he departs from your space with antsy eyes. you whine restlessly, “it’s not enough.” you tug at the belt loops of his baggy jeans, pulling him back in your vicinity and his face plants in the crock of your neck instead. suckling and nipping at the delicate skin and swirling his tongue around the area. your whimpers fills his ears like a lullaby.

eventually, his ministrations cause a darken bruise to appear. he ogles at the sight that encourages him to continue but an unfamiliar intruding thought enters his mind. a customer outside was planning on coming in and purchasing pockys. and while shin knows it would be morally ethical to put a stop to your activities, he can’t find the strength to do so. he’s completely and utterly drunk off by your smell and touch; what a bad influence you are.

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[multifandom-nerds-blog]

"What are you thinking about?"

Oh. You know. Just the parallels between Asakura and Andos, seeing Shin again after years and seeing how much he's grown.

Asakura seeing Shin after 11 years. Ando seeing Shin again after 13.

Except that Asakura was the one to raise Shin. He feed him. He changed his diapers. He saw Shin taking his first steps. He taught him how to speak. He was there when Shin lost his baby teeth. He ordered cartons of juice to the lab because Shin liked juice to his meals. He brought him to bed. He was there when Shin had nightmares as a kid. He gave him toys. He played with him. He took Shin to the bathroom after throwing up and made sure he's okay. He feels regret at accidentally making Shins life more difficult. He feels regret at not handling the ESP good enough and making Shin leave together with the other scientists. He regrets Shins feelings getting hurt. (And not looking for him probably, we don't know how the scientists immediately reacted to Shins dissapearance.)

Non of this for Ando. He put Shin in a dangerous place right after his birth, and although he got him out of there again, it doesn't seem like he's actually regretting putting him there in the first place. He just decided he actually doesn't want Shin in Al Kamaar. He doesn't what food Shin likes or doesn't like. He doesn't know any of his interests. He doesn't know what routines Shin had as a child to fall asleep, or what he needed when he couldn't sleep. He never got him a silly pyjama with a hat (TT)! At no point did he express regret in trying to kill Shin even. At no point did he express regret leaving Shin. At most he regrets saving Shin, at least partly, because it caused him to be hunted by the JAA.

Also. Asakura watches Shin walk ahead from behind. And recognizes how much his skills developed. Meanwhile Ando is holding onto Shin, almost as if he owns Shin.

Additionally: Despite (possibly) not looking for Shin, it's clear that he was thinking about him all the time. He asks Lu after "Shin the esper" so he must have at least kept his ears open for information about him, enough to know that Shin has a small reputation. (Even though he was probably sad to here that he became a hitman.) The next thing he asks IF Shin has grown taller. Not realizing that he's taller only when seeing him, but asking Shins friend already if he did before even reuniting with him.

And at the end he sees Shin being happy with his new family. And what does he do? Asks them to take care of Shin for him. VS Ando only telling Shin to 'live'. Not to take care, or be happy, just to live. (I know he was fucking dying but my point stands)

IN CONCLUSION: Shin is Asakuras baby, and Ando better pay the child support.

[satrs]

Got a tape? Press play!

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."

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Sakamoto Days

[yukinohiko]

it’s a particularly cold day in the little town you’re passing through. the train isn’t for another hour, and you don’t favour your odds of waiting out on a park bench. with all this in mind, you find yourself entering a little shop down the corner street.

sakamoto’s — it’s warm.

that’s your first thought upon stepping indoors and hearing the soft bell chime. warm and well-lit, offering a semblance of peace in the otherwise frigid winter scene outdoors.

you rub your palms as you walk through the different aisles. you wonder what you could carouse; perhaps some crackers for the train ride? perhaps a little dessert? then again, you had an hour to kill before making your way to the station.

glancing out the frosted windows, you see the snow piling up along the asphalt. the lamplights shine like liquid gold over the black ice.

“excuse me?”

you nearly jolt at the abrupt voice. when you turn, you see someone — a clerk, judging by the apron — standing before you. he has a slight smile, vaguely apologetic. “yes?”

“is this what you were looking for?” he holds out a basket towards you.

you stare. first at the basket; at the assortment of goods stacked neatly within, including the rice crackers you’d eyed earlier, a ramen cup, and pudding; then, at the clerk. he tilts his head, pleasantly so, unassuming, you think.

but what you say contradicts the assumption. “were you following me?”

his eyes widen. “what? no —”

“how else would you know what I was looking for?”

his hand falters, and he withdraws the basket uncertainly. “well, I saw you when you had entered the shop — you walked through those aisles.”

“oh.” you relax marginally, somewhat placated by the rationality. “I’m sorry. yes, thank you.”

you accept the basket, feeling your fingers brush his. he withdraws swiftly, startling you, though he stutters an apology upon catching your reaction. it’s sweet, you think.

cute.

his cheeks bloom rosily — pink as though they were flushed from frostbite.

“cold?” you ask. the shop seemed warm, however. it only made you peer closer at him in concern.

“no, no. I’m fine. thank you.”

“that’s good —” you drop your gaze to his name tag, tasting the vowels and rhythm aloud, “— shin.”

cute name. it suits him.

his cheeks darken almost as soon as the thought populates your mind, and you watch curiously as he averts his gaze.

“is something wrong?” you press.

“not at all.” he clears his throat, scratching his nape as he turns away. “if you’ll follow me, I can ring up your things.”

you don’t see any reason to oppose, and find yourself trailing after him. it’s a subtle notion — one that nearly escapes you. as you pass the sweets section, you idly eye a lollipop — cherry, wine-red. before you can even consider adding it to your basket, shin’s hand is already plucking it off the shelf.

you stare. he didn’t even pause — not to ask you, nor to confirm. he only offers another polite smile, amiable in spite of the remnants of rose in his cheeks. “on the house,” he says.

you think it’s far-fetched, but again, on impulse, think of something else. how cold it is outside; how much you are not looking forward to a cold trek to the train station.

he doesn’t so much as blink as he rings up your items at the register. “it’s pretty chilly tonight, isn’t it?”

“it is. do you live far from here?”

“nope.” his eyes flicker to the ceiling, a tender pacific blue in the shop’s warm lights. “just a floor above, actually. but I imagine anyone trying to get around town tonight will be in for a snowfall.”

“mhm.”

he hands you the lollipop, and you tuck it between your lips. you say lightly, deliberately, “don’t know any spots I could hunker down in for an hour, do you?”

shin blinks. once, taking in the candy between your teeth, then another to meet your gaze. “well, ah, the shop won’t close for a while. you could stay here. the station is a while off, too, so if you need help getting there, I don’t mind walking you after my shift.”

you hum. “that’s really nice of you, shin. thank you.”

“of course. it’s no trouble —?”

you offer him your name, along with a hand. he shakes it well — and you can’t help but notice the callouses lining his palms and fingers. far more than you’d expect from a typical shop clerk.

he withdraws his hand quickly, and you only tilt your head questioningly.

“guess you’re wondering about these scars, huh?” he laughs lightly — nervously, you’d have thought.

but your mind is elsewhere. you take greater fascination, then, when you pop the candy into your cheek, grinning with cherry-stained lips, as you say, “not as much as I’m wondering why a stranger knows I need to head to the train station in the middle of a blizzard. but we’ve got time — care to let me in on the secret, shin?”

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SHIN IS SO LOVED BY HIS FAMILY I AM SO CRYING RN

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[gakukitty]

— LONELY GIRL x shin asakura 2

summary . the sakamoto family are surprisingly welcoming . . . but you cannot afford to lose sight of your mission , or your passion — being an assassin isn’t a life you can just leave . even if there’s a really hot guy practically begging you to stop.

wc . 0.8k

cw . nothing much to really be warned about :3

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as soon as you woke up, it felt like someone was drilling nails into your head. you must’ve fell wrong, you think. you push yourself to sit up, only to be completely jumpscared by a man— wait, where in the world are you?!

“oh,” your panic dampens immediately once you realise who that random man is. it’s that hot blonde guy from earlier. why does he look hotter now? wow, he must’ve gotten you good. is he an assassin too, or something? “i didn’t take you for the type of guy to kidnap women.” you say, lips curving up into a grin. for a girl who’s suddenly in some random man’s.. bedroom, it looks like, you’re pretty calm.

shin is horrified. do you have no survival instincts?! aren’t you supposed to be an assassin?! he just blinks for a few moments, before your words register.

“no, no— i’m not trying to—!!” he’s cut off by the sound of the door opening, and mrs. Sakamoto peeks her head in, curious about the commotion.

you stare back at her in awe, eyes sparkling. she’s the most adorable woman you have ever seen. and she doesn’t even seem mad or confused at you being here? is she an angel?

“are you hungry? lunch is almost ready.” she offers, and you immediately nod. how can you pass up on offer from a woman as sweet as her? you’re guessing she’s mr. Sakamoto’s wife, based on the look he’s giving her. like a man in love.

it’s kind of cute, if you’re being honest. if you weren’t feeling so fuzzy from that hit you took earlier, you’d be pouting about it.

“alright, i’ll come back when it’s ready.” she hums, gently clicking the door shut. she is an angel! you’re sure of it!

“so..” shin clears his throat. this is kind of awkward— he didn’t mean for this to happen. everyone there thinks that you’re his girlfriend! his cheeks feel a little warmer at the memory. he does not want to be teased about that any longer.

“you’re an assassin, right?” he questions, cooling himself down. it’s best not to get worked up or flustered. especially in the presence of a skilled killer. he can tell that you’re good; you had your guard down because of his little question. he supposes it was worth the teasing.

“i am.” you mutter. you’re not too sure if you should have confirmed it— but the gun you pulled out should have answered his question, anyways. speaking of your gun… “where’s my—“

“you don’t need it anymore.”

“yes i do? i’m an assassi—“

“not anymore.”

“excuse me?” you scoff, eye twitching. this guy’s a total looker, but you’re starting to wonder if he has a brain in that head of his.

shin parts his lips to speak, but he’s cut off by mrs. Sakamoto’s voice. lunch is ready. you send shin a slight glare, before getting off of his bed. you kind of miss the warmth, but it’s alright, you guess. you’ll be able to lay there again once you’re dating him!

shin almost stumbles. reading minds can sometimes be a pain. especially when he encounters nutcases like you.

once everyone’s sat down, you find yourself feeling awkward. just a little. i mean, the red-haired girl beside you’s very nice, and mrs. Sakamoto is such a sweetheart, but this is all.. a lot to take in.

the meal’s good— and hana is probably the cutest little girl you’ve ever seen.

maybe in another life you would have been able to enjoy this to the extent you should be. but in this one, you’re an assassin. you can’t enjoy family meals like these.

by the time you’re preparing to leave, you already feel your heart lurching. this feels so wrong. so, so wrong. you push down the feeling, already on your phone. you need a new gun. asap.

you wave the family goodbye, expression brightening a little at Hana’s cute little wave. However, as soon as you step out of the shop, you can tell someone’s behind you. with a sigh, you turn to face them— only to be jumpscared yet again by shin. what’s his deal?

“are you really planning to just go back to that type of life?” the man asks, taking a step closer to you. that look in his eyes is super hot, you think. and that flush on his cheeks— oo, is he going to ask you out!?

shin debates on answering your thoughts— but he has a feeling he’ll find out more if you don’t know about his abilities. he just takes another step closer, his expression pleading.

“come on, i can tell you were having fun back there..” he coaxes, eyebrows furrowing. He’s not sure why he feels so compelled to stop you. maybe it’s because you kept getting all sad and teary in your thoughts. yeah, that’s it. he just pities you! That’s all it is!

but when you don’t answer him, his shoulders slump. man, you’re real stubborn, he huffs to himself.

“shin, was it? i appreciate your kindness, but i really have to go. have a nice day.” you mutter, turning away from him. he’s persistent, you’ll give him that.

oh, right. you were so caught up that you forgot about your lunch date with some guy. whatever, he was ugly and weak anyways.

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[sleepynoons]

THE NIGHT BY SOYOU (FEAT. GEEKS) – asakura shin (sakamoto days) x gn!reader, college!au, sfw

genre – fluff word count – ~2,300 warnings – suggestive content synopsis – plans have changed, and to your surprise, both you and your boyfriend shin are staying on campus over winter break. that means the two of you can spend christmas together, and you're excited to have him all to yourself!

Your room has never been cleaner. It’s a small studio, just a little over how much a college student living in Japan can afford, and usually, there’d be piles of clothes hanging on the backs of plastic chairs, plushies scattered across the floor – victim after victim to your devastating tossing and turning during the night –, scrap paper and ballpoint pens lying on every hard surface. But given that your boyfriend, Shin, will be staying with you for a week over winter break, you put in the effort to make your place look somewhat presentable and spacious enough for two people.

It’s not like he hasn’t come over before, but that was at the beginning of the school year in March when you had just moved in, and most of your belongings hadn’t arrived yet. At the time, the two of you barely knew each other; he only came to drop off some soldering tools that Natsuki, your mutual friend, had been holding onto for you, but from first glance, Shin looked absolutely adorable to you, and you knew you couldn’t wait to get your hands on him. After a few months, thanks to many chance encounters on campus and several more deliberate efforts on your end to meet up (mainly never-ending text messages in all-caps to Natsuki demanding he set the two of you up), the two of you began dating towards the latter half of the summer.

That’s why you’re not only excited that he’s staying over, but it’ll also be your first Christmas together as a couple! Throughout the past week, you’ve been daydreaming for hours on end about all of the romantic, cheesy things the two of you can do together – cuddling while watching a movie in the dark, making hot chocolate together, waking early to a white Christmas, the list goes on. But, more importantly, you have a single goal for this Christmas, one that will change the progression and trajectory of your relationship, and you must accomplish it.

You’ll finally convince Shin to make out with you (and maybe do more)!

Aside from teasing pecks and soft smooches, the two of you haven't done more, and it almost pains you to admit that your relationship is still on first base. To be fair, it’s not like you haven’t pressed for more. Especially when the mood seems more heated, you always ask your boyfriend for more, at which he blushes furiously but shakes his head, refusing to give you what you need. 

“I’m too nervous, and I don’t know how to,” he admitted once, begrudging and a little ashamed in tone. “You’re my first, so… I don’t really know what to do.”

At that, you backed off, not wanting to pressure him into doing something he’s not prepared for.

But it’s been months since that conversation, and your impatience is returning ten-fold. You’ve also noticed that, as of late, he’s been staring at your lips more, lightly panting under his breath whenever the two separate from a kiss, hands clenching and fisted at his sides whenever you lean a little too closely, as if he’s resisting some devilish temptation or desire.

Now that you have the chance, you have to ask him again, and if he lets you, you’ll teach him everything he has to know.

The doorbell rings, and you drop your phone down onto the kitchen counter and scramble over to the door. You fling the door open and spring forward, causing Shin to shout in surprise as you hug him.

“Shin!” you chirp, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you release him.

He sets down his duffle bag with clothes, toiletries, and other necessities for the upcoming week onto the ground, while holding onto a small bag with a ribbon tying the handles together. He pecks you on the forehead before shoving the party bag at your direction. “Merry Christmas!”

You can’t help but yelp with delight, hands clapping vigorously, before you take it from him. You look back at him and, with a large, wide smile, ask, “I thought we weren’t going to exchange gifts?”

With a shy sigh, he rubs a hand behind his neck, ears tinged pink, as he explains, “It’s not really a present. Just some goods from back home since you’re letting me stay over.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you, Shin!”

You fling your arms around your boyfriend again, embracing him tightly again, and you don’t let him go until you hear him wheezing for air.

Promptly, you let go before turning around and beckoning him with dramatic waves of your arms to follow after you. “Come in! Just make yourself comfortable!”

Shin chuckles before setting his duffle bag next to your bed before joining you in the kitchen. You’re pouring hot milk into two mugs, and he helps you drop marshmallow bits on top to complete the hot chocolate.

As you both sit down at your dining table, you ask him, “Are you feeling alright? I know this is your first Christmas away from home…”

Originally, your boyfriend was supposed to return home, but the weather had taken a turn for the worse, and it wasn’t safe anymore for him to drive home on his motorcycle. It’s quite obvious how much Shin’s family means to him – his phone wallpaper is of his two sisters, Lu and Hana, and he calls his parents every weekend. His brother, Heisuke, along with his pet bird Piisuke, often drop by as well. While you’re excited that the two of you can spend more time together, you’re worried that the tradeoff came at his loss.

Shin glances at you as he blows at the persistent steam rising from his cup. With a shrug, he says, “Oh, it’s not a big deal. The forecast said the snowstorm will clear by next week, so I’ll get home right before New Year’s.”

Despite his nonchalance, you let out a loud wail and bury your face into the crook of his neck. “Don’t worry, Shin!” you declare, though your volume's muffled by his sweatshirt. “We’ll have so much fun together!”

And the evening is fun! As per tradition, the two of you order fried chicken with several side dishes – corn with melted cheese, toasted bread, garlic fries – and chow down while catching up on several movies that neither of you could watch due to endless assignments and deadlines. You also force Shin to do a sheet mask with you, and throughout the 15-minute wait, Shin’s incredibly restless and has to fidget in some way, whether that be bouncing his leg or wriggling his finger or elbowing you in the rib cage. By the time you both are ready for bed, it’s already past midnight – in other words, officially Christmas.

“Merry Christmas,” you giggle as you crawl into the covers.

Shin’s already lying on his back, sprawled across the entire bed, and you take care not to step or press down on him. You hook a leg across his midriff and fold your arms together between your bodies, one hand flattened over his chest directly where his heart rests underneath. His heartbeat is surprisingly slow, though it’s not as abnormal given that he’s athletic and built. Shin has an arm underneath your neck, and his cheek's pressed against your forehead.

It’s tempting to fall asleep – from your shared warmth, the thumping of his heart alternating with yours, the occasional whisper of his breath tickling your forehead. And you do almost give in. Shin’s eyes are closed, and his other hand, which was fiddling with your sleep shorts, is getting lazier and slower in its movements. He might even be asleep at this rate, but unfortunately, you won’t let him rest that easily tonight.

“Shin,” you mutter, patting at his chest lightly, “are you still awake?”

At first, he doesn’t react, and you feel disappointment sink in your stomach. Then, you watch as a corner of his lip twitches until there’s a small, teasing smile on his face.

“What’s up?” he asks through a fit of chuckles. You giggle along with him and get up to peck him lightly on the eyelids.

“It’s Christmas!” you whine, quite emphatically as well. “We can’t just go to bed!”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes. You ignore it because you know he always gives into your wants anyway. And as expected, he asks, “What should we do then?” 

This is the perfect opportunity, you think. A surge of excitement races through your body, causing you to almost shiver in delight. And so, with your leg that is slung across his waist, you tuck the heel of your foot into him a bit tighter, and look down at him with giddy expectation.

“Well…,” you drawl, “it’s normal for couples to get a little… naughty on Christmas, right?”

Shin immediately blushes, sputtering surprised and flustered noises, and tries to cover up his face. You catch his hand, though, and your hold on him prevents him from pulling away through other means.

“Shin,” you whimper, more desperate than anything, “don’t you want to kiss me?”

The question quite literally gags him, and with a slack jaw, he’s stunned quiet. His eyes scramble around, fastidiously searching your face for a sign of humor or teasing. But you’re totally serious, determined, and he can tell from the slight pinch between your brows.

He sighs, a loud release of air, before he faces away from you. With a muted voice, he admits, “I do.”

You gleam at his answer, and you press your body closer to his, chest to his side, thigh hiked up and over his stomach, arm across his chest. At this point, you’re practically lying on top of him.

“I want to kiss you, too!” you exclaim. But you quiet down immediately and mumble, “I want to kiss you more…”

Shin’s face is now a shade of deep red, heat spreading across his cheeks, ears, and neck. “I-I don’t know how to…”

You press your lips against the bottom of his jaw. You glance up, gauging his reaction, but it seems he’s also waiting to see what you’ll do next. So you continue, making your way up to his earlobe, which you nip at – his breath hitches at it –, before you move horizontally, scattering more pecks across his cheeks and nose bridge.

Then, you take a brief pause. You rest your forehead against his and whisper, “Is this alright?”

“Y-yeah,” he grunts.

With his approval, you resume. You kiss at the arches of his eyebrows, his temples, the apples of his cheeks again. But you feel a burning impulse to do more, so you finally allow yourself to kiss him.

You’re truly on top of him now. Legs straddling him and forearms resting on his chest, you kiss him deeply, putting slight pressure as you mesh your lips against his. Shin responds enthusiastically, hands grabbing at your waist, chin tilting up for a better angle, throat thrumming with broken groans.

When he tries to break for air, you press forward. You lick and bite his bottom lip, to which he weakly gasps at, before interlocking your lips together once more. Your hands have moved up to hold his face in place, enabling you to nibble at and taste his lips until you’re content.

“Breathe through your nose,” you croak as you finally relent, pulling away to get a proper look at your boyfriend.

Shin’s entirely disheveled. His shirt's crumpled and wrinkled, his hair's matted to his forehead, and there’s a dazed air to him in general. He glances at you before huffing, out of breath, “Should’ve said so earlier, idiot.”

You try to contain your satisfaction, but Shin clicks his tongue at you, knowing your internal monologue regardless.

“How’s that for your first makeout session?” you tease, poking at his stomach with an index finger.

Unwilling to give in, he gruffly responds, “Fine.”

You squawk, more than displeased with his response, and you probe even further. “What?! What didn’t you like? Was I too forceful? Did I bite too hard? Should I have added tongue –“

He muffles your mouth with his palm, blush reigniting at your string of questions, particularly that last one.

“No, no! It was fine – actually, fantastic! There, happy?”

You cross your arms and pout. You wanted Shin to enjoy making out with you so much so that he would say it himself, not to simply appease you.

As you’re thinking about what you could’ve done better, you don’t notice the way he stares – practically glares – at your lips. His arms have also slowly wound their way around your hips, and it’s only when he shifts so that he’s sliding up that you’re brought back from your thoughts.

You didn’t realize the two of you were so close again. Now that you’re both sitting up, Shin’s chest is pressed solid against yours once again, and a hand of his rests at the back of your neck, reaching up to hold the base of your head as well. His breath's also heavier, and you gulp, having never seen Shin so serious and quiet, aside from when he’s studying.

Finally, after what seems like several minutes of silence, Shin redirects his glare to you and mumbles, “Merry Christmas,” before he seals the last bit of distance between the two of you, kissing you so deeply, intently, breathlessly.

You squeak in surprise, but the noise gets swallowed up by Shin’s hungry licks and suckling, and the two of you continue to make out, lip to lip, tongue against tongue.

You’ve always known that Shin’s a fast learner, but your heart also sings with pleasure at your boyfriend’s adventuring boldness. The shyness he had once displayed has been replaced with an eagerness that can’t be suppressed for any longer, and as he licks at a string of drool that's only beginning to slide out of the corner of your mouth, you relax into his grip, relinquishing pacing and control over to him.

Somewhere, in the back of your head, you thank your impatience because this is the best Christmas you could’ve asked for, and you wouldn’t trade this moment with Shin for anything else.

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[the-psychic-in-me]

Shin Asakura X F!Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Spicy level: 🌶️🌶️

I'm back again on my usual bullshit with another hyper fixation. I wanted to read some fanfics and realized with disappointment that the fandom is severely lacking so I'm here to serve. My fics are not minor friendly and I will mostly write smut or some variation of it. You can also find me on ao3 @QueenRos3

Meeting Shin for the first time when you have an overactive imagination. Let me know if I should continue this or if you have other requests.

It was a nice spring day, finally warm enough so you can leave your coat at home. Just warm enough so you can wear a skirt after some long months of layers upon layers. On your walk you found yourself smiling for no reason, just taking in the scenery. The trees were blooming, you could hear the birds chirping, it was like the seasonal depression was leaving your body to make room for the sun. It was a near perfect day. So perfect that a little self destruction would make you more anchored, so you fished your cigarette pack out of your bag.

Keys, phone, wallet, pack of gum that you forgot about, a half eaten protein bar, some hair ties....aha! The cigarettes!

You brought a cigarette to your lips and lit it, the flame reflecting on your skin. However, it was short-lived as for some reason the cigarette kept getting put out. Confused, you took of your headphones...so you could see better, of course. Why else?

Looking up, all the dark clouds above your head made the answer obvious. With a loud sigh you looked around for a good place to hole up and lose time until it was safe to go home. Who would bring an umbrella on such a sunny day?

It was getting ridiculous, the more you walked the more your disappointment grew. Until you were face to face with a convenience store- Sakamoto's. You've never been here before, but it mattered little to you. If anything, you were hoping you could get an umbrella.

You throw your half-smoked cigarette in the bin before opening the door. Here goes nothing...

The clerk quickly put down what he was reading in order to welcome you.

"Good afternoon! Welcome to Sakamoto's! How can I help you today?"

You scanned him from head to toe in one quick glance.

Gosh, he's cute. I really like his hair.

The store was empty, besides the two of you, so it was easy to hear the clerk gulping loudly.

"You okay...Shin?", you lean in and read his name from the badge on his apron.

Aww, he's blushing. Fuck, I hope I didn't do something weird.

You quickly adjust your clothes and realize your skirt is in the right position.

Wouldn't wanna flash him so fast, you laugh to yourself.

"Y-yeah. I just, I think I need some water.", Shin attempts to be polite although it is somewhat hard for him considering he can read your thoughts.

However, you're both distracted by the sound of thunder, quickly followed by violent raindrops hitting the pavement. Shin gets up from the register and moves a box in the back. You don't pay much attention to the contents of the box as you're more focused on the way his hair falls. It's somehow messy and styled at the same time.

Does he use something or is it just naturally pretty? I could ask him, but would that be weird...

"Umm, I think I will be stuck here for a while. I hope I'm not bothering you..." You look through the empty store.

"Of course not! Stay as long as you like. Would you like some tea while you wait the rain out?"

"That would be wonderful actually! What kind do you have?"

Shin clears his throat and presents you the tea option, however you can't help but feel the tension in the air. He seems nervous? Why is he nervous?

Is he also checking me out? Ugh, I wish. I should go freshen up... Wait! What tea does he like? I zoned out and didn't hear one thing about the tea selection.

"I usually drink black tea as it's closest to coffee, but I might make an exception today.", the blond flashes you a smile, answering the question you didn't have to guts to ask yet.

"Hmm, I might as well have coffee." I chuckle, "But the weather really calls for tea, so... anything fruity I think."

I hope you're not fruity... You can't help but think.

He suddenly coughs, and you just brush it off.

You look him up and down once again.

Probably not fruity. Unless...

"I really expected the weather to be better today... Bet your girlfriend is very disappointed to be alone on such a day."

Please take the bait, please take the bait, please take the bait.

"Thankfully she isn't because I don't have anyone waiting on me."

"Oh,..." You fake some sympathy, "That's good I guess. Thankfully no one is waiting for me either."

After the tea is done infusing you finally take a cautious sip, to not burn your tongue. You watch intently as Shin brings the plastic cup to his lips.

I wonder what his lips feel like...

Shin might be able to brush off the blush that's coating his entire face, threatening to raise to his ears, as the tea being too hot, however his insides are burning for a whole different reason.

"So umm, do you live close by? It's the first time for me in this neighborhood. I'm not sure where to find the station after the rain settles."

He gestures towards the celling, but before he can gather his thoughts you hit him with:

"I get being religious and stuff but implying that you live with the man upstairs is a bit blasphemous..." you attempt to make a joke.

"You're half right.", his low chuckle is doing something to you, "I live upstairs with the owner of the shop."

He's as close to God as you can get, Shin thinks to himself.

"Oh, so you're around a lot.", you add just to keep the conversation going.

It's a bit far but I could make more trips, I said I wanted to take more walks anyway...Your thoughts are filled with various ways in which you could approach him over time in order to gain his favour. You're not afraid of playing the long game. Shin, however, might not be able to resist reading these thoughts over and over every time you come into the store.

"I could walk you to the station, it's not far.", he offers.

"You would? That would be great!"

I wish I could hold his hand on the way, he looks warm...

Once the rain stops, Shin keeps his promise. You meet Lu for a brief few minutes as Shin leaves her in charge while he walks you to the station.

The cold air hits you like a brick once you exit the store. You're shivering, but too nervous to say anything.

"You look cold...Here." He takes off his hoodie and give it to you.

"No, I couldn't. How will I give it back to you?"

However, in fact, you would. You were curious how his hoodie smelled and you wanted to be cozied up in his warmth. You just met him though, was it too much? Whatever, it's not like he can read your mind...

"I insist! And you know where to find me.", the grin he throws you could probably kill a few ladies.

"Give me your phone!", you demand.

He complies without a word, already knowing what your plan is.

"There. That's my number. We can meet sometime so I can return the hoodie after I wash it."

After I have some fun with it, you think.

"Sure, sounds good."

You could keep it for all he cared, but he wanted an excuse to see you again.

You make your way to the station, however Shin walked back slower than usual, lingering enough for you to be in his range.

If I touch myself in his hoodie before I wash it he'd never know, right?...

That was his queue to pick up the pace. He'd rather hear about it from you at a later time... Wait, he'd... Okay, your thoughts were definitely affecting him.

"I'm back, thanks for covering for me!", he addresses Lu as he comes back into the store.

"Sure, no probs. Just...why were the umbrellas in the back?"

"Oh, no reason. I must have put them there by mistake."

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Solitary.

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Sakamoto Days 199!!!

They're so dumb and in sinc already. True father and son duo.

This page and the following panel. What does it all mean? That the JAA was already after Ando when Shin was a baby (and him?), before Ando dropped him of with Asakura? Although Shin does say that Ando is saying bullshit, we don't know what Shin means with that since we don't actually got to see what Ando was thinking about. (Except for trying to flee the country, which is already Andos plan.)

I do gotta add a theory I've had for a bit now. Which is that Shin was actually born with the powers, and that Asakuras chemistry simply activated them earlier than they would have otherwise. Don't know how likely that is though.

Ando points out the hypocrisy in telling someone who you can't kill while being an Assasin. Which is honestly fair, and Sakamoto doesn't even fight it, just asks where the bomb is. (And promptly goes to a straight attack.) And Shin does seem to know where the bomb is, like Taro points out later in the chap. Except maybe, could it be, that the bomb is just a bluff? Or Ando already figured out/knows that Shin can read minds after his reaction before (previous pic) and said something else? No idea. Again we are once not shown what Shin can read in Andos mind. Probably for a more emotional scene later, but who knows.

Sunglasses, Ikari, from the previous chapter attacks (with an anchor, of course, we are on a boat. Should have expected an anchor as a weapon, lmao.) And Taros instinct is already to just pick up Shin and run of with him in his arm. The fatherly instincts in him are to strong.

Meanwhile Shins trauma from being abandoned at a young age without any answers shines through strong. With, for now, the set believe that blood relation goes over anything. I can't tell if the panel of Taro is only him noticing Ikaris next attack, or if he's already thinking about what Shin is saying here. Never the less. He still immediately protects Shin, who at this point isn't a bystander, but still a kid and (for Taro at least) one that has got nothing to do with the job.

ALSO IKARI IS A CREEP. EWWWWW. GET AWAY FROM THE CHILD.

And while Taro is like constantly making sure that Shin doesn't die in all that chaos, ever since he meeting him, Ikari has no fucking issue to strangle (and assault because omg) a child. Just from the start of this flashback it's clear that Taro never liked killing when it wasn't neccesary, if at all. He saved him at first by just saying he would get rid of him infront of the thugs. He then keeps saving him over and over, even though Shin is a little shit and sends the shop owners after him. Telling him to either stay away from trouble in his way, "I'll be right back" - "don't get thrown overboard again" - from last chapter. (Even asking him if he's okay) I just really like this, seeing how despite the killing itself Taro always had something genuinly nice at him. Killing is work for him, nothing more. Not harming innocent bystanders isn't just a rule to follow, but something he deems right. Keeping a child safe in a fight, asking him "What's wrong?" and "you okay?" when the child looks sick? Even though he has obviously no idea how to act with a (traumatized) child?Just a natural instinct.

Between all that he even decides to apologise to Shin because he can't understand his feelings. He doesn't understand Shins internal struggles. However he's not just bursting out anymore that he's gonna kill Shins dad, because it made Shin upset before, and instead says that he's gonna keep the enemy busy and for Shin to escape. Again, telling him to get to safety. And In a way even telling him to just stay away from the underworld I think.

So in summary. Sakamoto Taro is an assassin here, killing is his job. But he so obviously believes that innocence exists. That other people are innocent. He also believes that you shouldn't harm children (after all children are supposed to be the most innocent). But Taro also doesn't see himself to ever be part of that. At least not yet I think.

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that's the way to nurse someone back to health. Don't question it.

Anyway, I decided to pick up the Sakamoto Days manga (someone suggested reading it under one of my Seba posts) while waiting for the anime to come back! I'm also aiming for a sketching style that's a bit looser, so I've been working on that.

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Lost Tonight <2>

LOLOLOLOLOLOL PART 2!!!! i got motivated again- kinda also Shin x reader- bro got a smol crush frfr <Part 1>

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Another successful day under your belt! You manage to take Momo to the vet, mark all your student papers and successfully helped 3 people with a pest problem. "Mrr." You hear momo grumble in her cat carrier "Again.. I'm sorry I tricked you Momo... but you needed your yearly shot. You sighed, as you felt a wave of guilt crashing into you.

As you were on your way home, you noticed a single red rose on your front door. "strange.." you mumble to yourself as you pick up the flower from the ground before heading into your apartment. Letting Momo free from her cat carrier, you couldn't help but admire the red rose left at your doorstep. 'Who left it here? Could it be the old lady next door? The flower shop owner you occasionally chat to?' You'd have to do some digging on your own, 'I could take this day to track down the culprit.' Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone ringing. 'Aoi Sakamoto' smiling at the identity of the caller, you quickly pick up

"Hey Aoi! What's up?" You chripped as you place the rose in a glass vase. "Y/N! I'm so glad you picked up my call!" Aoi cheerfully answered with a hint of worry in her voice. What's wrong?" You furrowed your eyebrows as concern came over you. "Ah! Nothing bad! We just have some new varieties of cat foods! Hana and Taro thought you might be interested in them!" She chimed happily "God... Aoi, you worried me..." "Ah! Sorry Y/N! But will you be right over?" You glance at the rose in the glass vase, your little investigation will have to wait. Besides, it's a good opportunity to get back on Momo's good side. "Y-yeah!! I'll be right over! See you!" You quickly hang up, a sigh leaves your lips as you go to grab your things. "Momo! I'll be heading out!" You call out to the black cat who shoots you a small glare. You can't help but chuckle at Momo's angry demeanour. "Love you too!" You quickly leave and make your way to Sakamotos.

~~~ Momo watches you leave and huffs before climbing up her cat tree to stare at the scenery outside, the quiet atmosphere lingered as Momo watches the peaceful movement of birds coming and going.

*Click* *click* The moment of silence was interrupted by the sound of someone fidgeting with the door knob. Momo turns her attention from the window to the door, expecting you to bust in crying and begging her to accept your apology. The door finally opens, revealing a tall raven-haired male in a light brown trench coat carrying a large metal case on his back. "Ah so this is her place of hiding hmm~?" Nagumo mumbles, looking around your apartment, simple yet cosy. Momo quickly perks up, happily approaching Nagumo as if he were a regular visitor "There's my cheeky girl!" Nagumo happy crouches down petting the black cat. "You've grown so big these past few years, hmm? Mama has been taking good care of you, huh?" Momo continues to rub her cheeks on Nagumo's hand. "But even after my absence I can still buy my precious daughter's love hmm?" Nagumo takes a couple of cat treats from his pocket, causing the black cat to beam with joy. With Momo successfully distracted, Nagumo seizes the opportunity to tour your apartment, nothing really catches his eyes, but one thing, a single red rose in a glass vase. "So she did put my little present on display!" Nagumo smiles and picks up the red flower, "you really haven't changed Y/N~"

~Flashback

There you were sitting on the top of a moving train reading your notes and enjoying the strong breeze whilst dodging Akao's multiple attempts at stabbing you with a combat knife. A Normal Day. "whatcha reading Y/N?" Akao chimes in happily, quickening her attempts at stabbing you. "Just reviewing for the test tomorrow" You respond, not looking from your notes, as you dodge each stabbing attempt with a swift motion. You flick a cigarette at Akao's direction. "Stop bothering me for 5 minutes." Akao stops and quickly puts a cigarette in her mouth "Really hung up on that test huh?" You nod, "I don't want Nagumo to get a higher test score than me." "Pfft you won't have to worry about that!" Akao mumbles while trying to light her cigarette, "Tch stupid thing-" Her sentence was interrupted by Nagumo lunging himself at both of you. Both you and Akao swiftly dodge his attack "Oops~! Looks like lover boy is here! I'll ask Sakamoto for a light!" Akao leaves both you and Nagumo alone, on top of the moving train. Nagumo slides up next to you holding a bouquet of an assortment of flowers. "Say Y/N~! Let's make it official huh-" His sentence was cut short as Nagumo dodges a slash resulting in the bouquet of flowers being decapitated. "I don't like flowers" You mumbled, flipping the page of your notebook. "Then~ What about these ones!" Nagumo pulls out another bouquet from his trench coat. A beautiful bouquet made from an assortment of different color roses. Looking up from your notebook, you give him a blank look as you launch a barrage of knife slashes at him, "Correction, I like flowers. I don't like you."

"I'll get you to like me one day~!" Nagumo smirks, causing you to roll your eyes and head inside the train to avoid the incoming train tunnel. Nagumo follows you suit, however he couldn't help but notice you didn't cut the heads of the red roses. 'So that's her favorite flower.' ~~End of Flashback You arrive at the Sakamoto's convenience store, you notice a large black spiral on the door and a man walking out clearly annoyed. Before the door could fully close, you slip your way in and to the back of the store, trying to find those cat treats Aoi mentioned. While you were searching for the cat treats, you overheard the Sakamotos comforting a young boy. You smile to yourself at how both you and Sakamoto changed. Grabbing a few treats and heading for the counter, a young blonde man in what looks to be his early 20s, backing away from Sakamoto. "W-WAIT! IT'S ME SHIN! I USED TO WORK FOR YOU! WHY IS KILLING ME THE FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT OF?!" Shin holds his hands on his face and immediately backs away, blocking you from the cash register. "Excuse me. You're in my way, " you whispered in the blonde's ear, causing him to jump and back away from you. "s-sorry." "Oh! Y/N! I didn't hear you come in!" Aoi smiles "Oh! you found the cat treats!" "Yeah. I did! I hope Momo will like them" You smile and walk over to the cash register. "Ms. Y/N!" Hana and the young boy exclaim and run up to hug you "Why Isn't Momo with you??" The two kids look at you with worry in their eyes. "don't worry about Momo... She's back home resting after a visit from the doctor.. She'll be back soon enough," You give the kids a reassuring smile as you pay for the cat treats. In the corner of your eye, you couldn't help but feel a lingering gaze from behind you. You turn around only to find Shin staring at you as if he were in a trance, as if he'd been struck with one of your poison pens. You thought of how easy it would be to sneak up behind him and stab his neck. Before you could say anything, he immediately jumps using both of his hands to cover his neck. "WHY DO YOU BOTH KEEP THINKING OF KILLING ME" You casually take the plastic bag filled with treats from Aoi and turn to Sakamoto, "clarvoient?" you casually asked him, putting the change in your pocket. Sakamoto nods, as you make your way to the door "Well that's new.. Shin was it?" You ask, looking back at the blonde male, who nodded, still covering his neck with his hands. "It was nice to meet you! Hope to see you around" You smiled and wave goodbye to everyone before leaving. "See you Y/N!" Aoi exclaims "Bye Ms. Oshitari!" Hana waves you goodbye. ~~ "So the Rumors are true! That you retired as a hit man and opened up a store." Shin mumbled, "Though.. I never expected that rumor of the JAA's head poison researcher to be alive either." Sakamoto crosses his arms and looks away ~~Flashback "Y/N. You should change your name" Sakamoto mumbles, handing you a can of soda. "eh. I'll live with it. There are a lot of people with the same name so it wouldn't be an issue." You sigh, cracking the soda can open. "And besides, according to the newspaper.. The explosion was so bad it burnt almost all of the information about me. I highly doubt it was a gas leak that did all of that. Though I could be wrong." You sigh, playing with the rim of the can. 'It's best to lay low for now. That gas leak was clearly just a cover up' you quickly push away all those negative thoughts picking at your brain. You're given a new chance at life, away from the JAA. "And if a person were to find me, so what? I can take them in a fight!" You exclaim, holding up your soda can. "Don't forget the number one rule." "pfft! I won't forget! Wouldn't want you and Aoi to split up! I will be a good aunt!" ~~ Flashback ends "So That's what she's like... " Shin Mumbles feeling a blush making its way on his cheeks, just as he's about to be lost in his thoughts, an image of Sakamoto stabbing him appeared. "QUIT KILLING ME IN YOUR MIND!"