MEN don't cry, they said. Men don't shed a tear over nothing. They aren't allowed to shed a tear, they have to ignore the burning sensation that's entering their eyes out of nowhere. Not when something silly happened, that isn't worth the tears, not when something terrible happened, that's absolutely worth every drop, not when they're experiencing the most joyous moment. No, never. That's why they cave themselves in, control their sorrow or delight to never let a tear escape. But he just couldn't help it.
The moment you said yes to his proposal. The moment he realised, he would be able to see your face every time he wakes up. The moment his lips crashed against yours, creating the sweetest kiss he ever had and leaving a sense of euphoria. The moment he saw you on the wedding, your wedding. He realises, you have always been by his side. Since teenagers until you two grew to be adults. He holds himself in. Tightly, confined, forced. Nonetheless, the moment you're one for the night — arms wrapped around his neck. It wasn't a moment of pleasure, rather a moment of love shared between oneself. He was yours, you were his.
The tears left. Rolling down his cheek. Landing on your bare skin. Your lips curled into the sweetest smile he has ever seen, your hand was the warmest that night and your comfort had the biggest impact. He couldn't help himself but cry, cry and cry in your arms, intertwining your fingers together as he held onto your hand tightly.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."
"Why are you apologising? It's fine, love."
It's said so carefully, full of feelings. It hurts him so good.
BLLK. ITOSHI RIN , WC!KUNIGAMI RENSUKE , KAISER MICHAEL , YUKIMIYA KENYU , ness alexis , mikage reo , itoshi sae.
Dove's notes: guess who finally caught up with SakaDays *rubs hands* This is just a lil treat lmao. The fandom may be dead, but my horniness shall live on forever.
☆ Gaku
You on top, always.
Gaku has the monstrous strength to tear a person in half with his bare hands. A well built body with a broad back, strong arms and firm abs that are probably harder than any wall you could hit. Everything about him is made of sharp edges and rough. If he wanted, he could have you positioned in ways you can't even begin to imagine without breaking sweat and it goes without saying that your stamina pales in comparison to his. Yet, all that often goes to waste because of his listless nature.
Of course he may be tempted to do whatever sometimes, but by default this guy is just not eager about taking control when things are on, what he calls, “easy mode”. That's why you often end up on top, doing all the hard work while he sits there amused as hell. Oh yeah, he knows.
"Why should I move? This is nice." He cocked his head to the side, a smug glint in those sharp red eyes. His hands coming to rest behind his head while he watched you struggle to stay upright as your knees grew progressively weaker the longer this game went on. Only when you're ready to tap out is when those arms would wrap themselves around your middle and his hips would snap upwards into you. Everyone loves bonus rounds.
Heavy.
This man can be compared to a large dog that still believes is a puppy. Gaku forgets how big he is when he's around you— He literally turns off his brain completely and just follows his instincts, even more than usual. He will drop on top of you when you're sitting on the couch with no warning, letting out a heavy and quite overly dramatic long sigh. Of course he notices a short moment later when you're on the brink of suffocation, but it's not as it's a completely bad thing. After all, he's never gotten any complaints about his weight when his chest is pressing down onto your back, hitting deep into your hungry little cunt while one of his arms is secured around your head.
Fingering for life.
The fact that he's skilled with his hands is no secret, but he has a borderline obsession with fingering you. He will keep your legs spread on the bed with his own while the long and calloused digits hit deep into your gummy walls, dragging out the cutest sounds from you as you came for the third time. Or was it forth? Honestly he doesn't care to keep track. To him all that matters is that adorable dazed expression on your face and the whimpers he would swallow right up when he leans down to kiss your lips, leaving your mind spinning.
69 or 88? both, obviously.
His personality can be rather fickle, which also includes his sex drive. Gaku is not particularly obsessed with mouthjobs in general— Receiving or giving. Of course he enjoys it in the right place and time, but more often than not it's not his go to.
Though, like mentioned before, he's very fickle. Especially so once the two of you get together officially because then he is about as capricious as a spoiled child.
"Don't squirm," He would have the audacity to protest like he was handling just another idle inconvenience and wasn't nose deep into your cunt. Gaku had flipped you around while the two of you were in the middle of making out and without warning all he told you was to "stay still" and then got right to work.
"I can't concentrate if you keep wiggling so much." His breath when he sighed so close to you caused shivers to run through your spine. He may not be the biggest fan of the mess, but he absolutely adores the way your body reacts to him.
★ Asakura Shin
Baby, won't you hold me a little closer?
A loverboy through and through. From the puppy love stage to the blushing while holding hands. Non-sexual intimacy is very important for Shin and this aspect of him will follow during sex.
One of his hands will always be intertwined with yours, regardless— It's not only to calm you down, but himself as well. When he has you pinned under him and things start to get a little heated one of his hands would naturally slip to hold yours while the other cradled your cheek. The subtle squeezes to make sure you're still okay and vise versa is a wordless communication just for the two of you.
Another small thing he loves to do is nuzzling. When you're both close to cumming he'd press his forehead against yours, a string of "Mn...love you, I love you s'much-" whispered between groans while his fingers tightened around yours.
Call it beginner's luck!
This man is 1000% a virgin. Perhaps he had a single girl that got close enough to steal a kiss or two, but it's highly unlikely he actually went beyond that.
Not to fret, however. First timer as he may be, Shin is not as all over the place as one would assume. His mind reading comes in handy for times like this, but that's not what puts him at ease— It's the agreement of always being honest with each other. It was decided much before romance was on either of your minds and is of upmost importance for him.
"I...I've got no idea where to go from here." He'd laugh nervously, his eyes glancing at you with a blush on his cheeks. "So, if you want me to do something specific or don't like something you gotta tell me, got it?" He added with a bit more assertiveness in his voice.
And well, yeah maybe he does abuse his Esper abilities a little bit to make sure everything goes smoothly, but the majority of it? Purely him. Sex wouldn't be immediate once in a relationship so Shin had all the time he needed to learn about the little sweet spots everywhere else on your body and just what pace you enjoyed the most. Virgin as he may be, he's not clueless!
A lil' needy...
Sex is nice and all, but makeout sessions is where Shin really shines.
Everything is so new and overwhelming in the best way possible— All he knows is that he wants to run his hands everywhere, anywhere, and never pull his mouth off yours. That desperation shows quite obviously too because of the damp spot his throbbing, leaking boner would make on his sweatpants. Not that he would have any time to notice, too busy pulling you closer to fit your hips snuggly with his and letting out a pathetic gasp when he pressed his clothed cock agaisnt your panties because Oh god, he severly underestimated how good this would feel.
His hands would intertwine with yours, pinning them next to your head while rutting into you, a mess of wet sounds and weak groans breaking the endless strings of kisses. He can't even tell which thoughts in his head are his, but that's fine since both of you are feeling good.
☆ Nagumo Yoichi
Between a rock and a hard place.
Against the wall, on the desk, against the window, on the floor— Something about flat surfaces just seem to lure Nagumo in like a siren.
Because of his size Nagumo just loves teasing anyone smaller than him, which gets twice as bad in the bedroom. Towering over you when you're stuck between him and anything that makes escaping impossible tickles him so good.
"Ah ah. Didn't I already tell you not to turn around?" The playful scolding is whispered into one of your ears as his free hand easily entrapped both of your wrists behind your back, keeping your chest pressed against the cold wall of the meeting room. "Such a bad listener, seriously..." He sighed woefully, tragic really, were not for the obscene sounds of his hips thrusting relentlessly into your wet pussy.
Liar, liar, pants on fire?!
One word: Roleplaying.
This man loooooooves a good role-play and he will get super into it. I'm talking you give him an inch and he will take you for a ride around the globe. There's absolutely no "cringiness" about it either— If you could match his freak and get into character without getting overly shy or breaking character too often ooooohh he's going feral. He loves doing the one where both of you act as if it's the first time seeing each other.
Some of his other favorites are: Professor x professor assistant, celeb X biggest (stalker) fan, heartbroken recently divorced lady x private detective, MASSEUSE!!, maid X master, husband X wife— He can get reaaal creative about it given the freedom to. (Try and guess which roles are his, you'd be surprise.)
As controversial as it may, Nagumo is really into NTR scenarios— Specifically, he likes the aspect of earning and stealing you away from someone that absolutely does not deserve you. It turns him on a whole lot.
There's no bad time for a good time.
That Nagumo is a high maintenance partner goes without saying, but you underestimate just how high maintenance he can be in the bedroom department.
Well, rarely the actual bedroom. This man loooooooves a good quickie. He calls it his way of "getting through the day"— He will steal you away in the middle of a conversation and while the poor soul you were talking to is busy searching for you or wondering if they're hallucinating, he already locked the both of you inside the cramped supply closet, hands steadily holding you up by your thighs while he kept you quiet with a kiss. "You're being so cold to me when I missed you aaall day long..." His lips trail down the skin of your neck as he pretended to whine, those sneaky hands already unbuttoning your shirt without an ounce of shame. "I guess I'll just have to warm you up the old fashion way, then." The mischiveous chuckle barely registered before you felt his lips latching onto one of your nipples, softly sucking on the small bud and giving the other a small tug between his two fingers.
Not to mention the heart attacks he will give you by suddenly "realizing" he didn't lock the door when someone's voice approaches or pointing out someone is looking at you when he has you pinned against the window. The feeling of your pussy tightening around him as you get all tense and nervous never fails to push him over the edge. What can he say? he's a prankster at heart! He will do just about anything to get your heart racing, in more ways than one, unfortunately for you.
★ Shishiba
Nothing beats eating out.
This man is a true eater.
Shishiba likes to do it the old-fashioned way. He will be on his knees while you're spread out on the edge of the bed all ready for him to dive in. His calloused hands would keep your thighs open when you start to squirm and he is particularly fond of the feeling of your warm, wet walls around his tongue when he starts to open your little hole nice and slow with his own mouth. His nose pressed against your clit is a constant and cruel stimulation and oh he drinks it aaaall up if you squirt. You know him, he hates seeing good food going to waste.
Grab it, pull it, push it!
It took no time at all for you to figure out his hair was a weak spot of his.
When he's eating you out your hands naturally end up tangling in the blond strands and each tug will earn a low moan from him because that goes straight to his cock— Oh and he finds it suuuper hot if you're assertive during times like this and pull on his hair while telling him what you need.
If you have long hair like him he will return the favor when he's behind you, wrapping your locks around his hand tugging on it— Not rough—but with just the right amount of strengh to make your head tilt back towards him.
A real way with words.
Shishiba is an earnest and simple man. Though he may not speak a whole lot normally, it's like a switch is flipped in his brain when the two of you are in the bedroom.
His mouth loses all of its filter and all that comes out are the most romantic and gentlemanly words you will ever hear. He is as straightforward as they come— "My gods, ya look absolutely stunning like this." "That's no good, don't hide that pretty face from me. I'm showin' ya all of me, ain't I?" "You gotta tell me loud and clear if ya want something, love. Hm? Haha, yeah yeah, I'm sorry for teasing ya. I'll treat ya real good, so forgive me, hm?"
It's even worse when you're giving him a treat by going down on him. His head may tilt back a bit, but his eyes would never actually leave you, a single hand brushing your hair away from your face with absolute gentleness in the way he tucks it behind your ear. "Love, ya killin' me here." All his self-control is going into keeping his hips still and letting you do your thing, moaning quietly but unabashed as your lips enveloped his cock. My god, ain't you just the prettiest thing he's laid his eyes on.
getting forcibly bent over a table, counter, whatever, absolutely certain he's gonna pull your panties to the side to fuck you—you can feel how hard he is, his fat cock is digging into your ass.
only to instead slap your clit as you struggle and squirm beneath him.
❀ ݁ ݂ ᤺ he’s pent up and it’s all his fault ! ! ࣪ ೃ ˖⠀
ㅤꐚ̫ㅤ warnings ､､ smut mdni , fem!reader , mating press , gaku cums inside (like a whole lot) , kinda rough , not much else rlly
extra ⠀⊹⠀hoenstly the first time i’ve been able to sit down and finish something in one go. this was originally meant to focus on the fact he cums a lot but that got lost in production, so i might make another for that :3 let me know if i should!
masterlist. gaku x fem!reader
gaku’s a strong guy, with a strong body. he’s got broad shoulders, thick biceps, fat thighs, and abs you could lick and suck on until you’re brainless. not only that, but your hulk of a boyfriend’s got stamina to keep him going for hours— days, even. if he wasn’t so damn lazy.
as much as gaku looovess to make sweet, sweet love to you— he’s as lazy as a damn sloth most days. instead of putting in the work to fold you in half and pound your poor, weeping pussy— he prefers to lay back and finger you, or maybe eat you out if he’s feeling particularly frisky that day.
so when he finally builds up the energy to really give you a good fucking, thanks to you and your teasing, he’s unapologetically rough. his large palms rub at your hips, dick hitting places you swear it didn’t reach before. your pussy squelches obscenely atound his length, cum spilling out and dripping down your thigh. you can’t remember how many times you’ve came— but gaku sure can. one, two, three, and now here’s the fourth. yet he’s barely come close himself.
your boyfriend grunts, lifting a hand to lightly squeeze your breast as his hips snap against yours at a brutal pace. he’s going so fast, so hard— you’d almost think he was mad if it wasn’t for the way he leans in to press soothing kisses to your neck. he hums, his hands slipping down to your thighs. gaku rubs over the area for a few moments, before lifting them and pressing your thighs up to your chest. you look up at him through hazy vision, drool leaking down from your lip as a tear slips from your eye. gaku only flashes you a lazy smirk, moving your thighs further so your ankles are practically beside your ears, before moving his hips again. his cock twitches, and finally, after so, so, long, it seems like gaku is close. he thrusts in, out, in, out, slowly, slowly, savouring the sounds that emit from your pretty pussy where the two of you are conjoined.
and in just a few moments, gaku’s cumming. hard. you leg slips from his grasp, falling onto his shoulder as your back arches. his seed just keeps coming, coming, cumming— like there’s no end. gaku’s hips shift, snapping against yours as groans leave his lips.
the man lets out a satisfied exhale, rubbing over the skin of your ankle before he moves his hips again. he’s not done, and he won’t be done until he’s fucked years worth of his thick cum into you.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬◞﹒୧ . As an introvert and fan of romance games, you've always lived in your own world, too socially awkward to make friends. However, if there's one person who really likes your nerdy personality, it's Gaku, your brother Uzuki's best friend. His eyes are always on you when you enter a room, and the few times you talk, he listens with attention and without judgment. He has a soft spot for you, and during a car ride your friendship turns into budding love.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬◞﹒୧ . 5.6k words, black!fem!reader, plus!size!reader, fluff, romance, hyperfeminine!reader, nerdy!reader, stoner!gaku, affectionate!gaku, mutual pining, insecurities, intimacy, otome references, car ride, smoking weed, declaration of love, kisses, neck kisses, hickeys, first time, virgin!reader, unshaved!reader, smut, body worship, dry humping, oral sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, tits sucking, nipple play, car sex, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, size kink, missionary, gentle sex, sex with feelings.
𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬◞﹒୧ . [repost + edited] i love gaku downnnnnnn if you didn't know…
The smell of marijuana and the sound of your brother and his friends' voices drifted into your room. Even with your cat-eared headphones on, you could hear them laughing. You drew your lips into a thin line, wondering if you were going downstairs to see them.
A burst of laughter caught your attention, and you left your room holding your Nintendo Switch in your hand. Dressed in a pink pajama set consisting of a crop top with thin straps and mini shorts with lace details on the bottom, you walked down the black wooden staircase. You dreaded the moment you would meet a familiar red gaze that would travel over your chubby body with a slowness exaggerated by weed.
“The homebody is finally out of her room,” Uzuki turned his head toward you, sitting on the sofa in the living room. The large television set against the main wall of the room was playing the game ‘Resident Evil,’ with Uzuki playing Leon Kennedy. You didn't know your bookworm brother was playing and not the man you didn't want to name because his own name made you shiver.
“You're making way too much noise,” you sighed. You fiddled with your necklace as you approached your brother's group of friends.
Kumanomi, sitting next to Uzuki, gave you a smile that warmed your frantic heart, and you smiled back, even though it was shy and awkward. The closer your steps got to the person who was making your body hot, the harder you swallowed. Head lowered to the floor, your eyes darted to the black sneakers in front of you. The only free seat was next to him. You sat furthest from him, staring at your Switch as you chewed the inside of your cheek.
“Can't I get a smile too?”
Gaku's voice, low in the octaves, a nonchalant timbre, everything that makes you throb your cunt, rose next to you. You mustered all the courage you had in you to turn your head toward your crush. Weed-red eyes met you. His face partially hidden by the hood over his head, he was smoking a blunt, leaning back on the backrest of the sofa. The shadow of the hood on his head made him intimidating, and you struggled to swallow. Even in his dark baggy jeans, you could admire the muscular appearance of his thighs spread apart by his manspreading stance.
He tilted his head, and his heavy gaze swept over your entire silhouette, lingering in places where your skin was visible, like your thick thighs, your lower pudgy belly, and your cleavage. You scratched the back of your neck, unable to find the will to smile at him, your face motionless. Gaku had a magical power over you: it was to completely short-circuit your brain with just a look or a word.
“You good?” he asked, bringing his blunt back to his mouth to take a drag.
“Yes,” you cleared your throat. “Did you have a good day?”
“Same shit every day, you know.” He exhaled smoke from his mouth. “And you?”
Embarrassment washed over you. You had spent all day playing your otomes. You thought for a few seconds to come up with a lie.
“Y-Yeah, I had a busy day.”
“Why are you always stuttering when you talk to me? I don’t bite.” His eyes narrowed. “Unless you want me to.”
Was your crush flirting with you? You had known him for years, but you had always been too shy to confess your feelings. The temperature in your body rose, and you suddenly felt too hot even in your tank top.
“You’re just kind of intimidating,” you dared to say.
He moved closer to you, so that your thighs were touching.
“Yet, I’m nice to you.”
“You’re mean to others?”
“I just don’t care about people,” he rested his head on your shoulder, and butterflies took flight in your stomach. “But I care about you,” he added. “Stop being so shy with me.”
His words were like a blanket over your heart.
“I’ve been playing my romance games all day,” you finally admitted. Blood rushed to your cheeks, your voice hesitant.
He glanced at your Switch.
“Don’t be embarrassed, I spend hours playing my games too,” he reassured you. “What’s your game this time?”
As if a switch had been turned on in your head, your passion for otome games overwhelmed you, and your voice became enthusiastic, losing its trembling.
“It's Hakuoki. It's a historical otome. It follows a group of samurai investigating our father's death. It's one of the best otome games out there; it has an anime and tons of different games. The characters are super endearing, the found family trope is super well-written, and the romantic endings are awesome. Even though you're only following one character's route, the characters are so well-developed that you become attached to all the others at once. It's a popular otome, so the voice actors are popular; one character is voiced by Nanami's seiyuu in Jujutsu Kaisen,” you said in one breath, your voice cheerful and your eyes sparkling as you talked about your passion. “Do you know Jujutsu Kaisen? I'm playing a visual novel fangame of that manga, it's awesome. I have to pay for the erotic endings, tho.”
Gaku had a gentle look over his face as he listened to you, finding you so cute to be so passionate.
“What’s your favorite character?”
“Okita,” you pointed to who he was on your Switch screen. “He has tuberculosis, and there’s a real focus on his relationship with his role as a samurai and his illness. Being a samurai is his whole life. He doesn’t feel capable of living if he can’t be useful to his friends. He’s extremely loyal and does anything for his loved ones. I love him so much.”
“You always love characters who are loyal and devoted to their loved ones. It was the same for Nicola in Piofiore.”
Your heart swelled.
“You remembered.”
He looked up at you. “Of course I did. You think I don’t listen to you?”
You shook your head, your face offered a shy smile.
“It’s just that everyone doesn’t care about my yapping about otomes.”
“Not me. I think about you when I have love and deepspace ads on tiktok.”
A soft chuckle escaped your lips. “You should download it.”
“Nah.” Gaku shifted on the couch, lifting his hips to sit up better. The gesture was sexy, warmth pooling low in your belly. He still had that natural sensuality; it was in his aura; he walked through the world with indifference and confidence, and it was so attractive to you.
You continued your otome route, Gaku's head still resting on your shoulder as he watched the choices you made. He let out low chuckles when he saw you get excited by a physical connection between the main character and the love interest.
Gaku smelled of weed and the masculine scent of expensive cologne. The scent enveloped you in a comforting and familiar hug. You wanted to snuggle up to him, but you were too shy. Actually, you didn't even know if your feelings were reciprocated; Gaku was so nonchalant, you never knew what he was thinking.
“Do you have a girlfriend right now?”
Your mouth had moved faster than your brain, and you wanted to facepalm yourself for being so tactless. Gaku kept a straight face, his eyes fixed on your fingers as they tapped the screen of your game console.
“Nah.”
Gaku had many relationships, but laidback as he was, he was easily bored with them once the routine set in. In fact, the only person he'd been interested in for so long was you. When he met Uzuki many years ago, when you were still young, he noticed you immediately. You walked around with ribbon bows in your braids and pink ballet flats, adorable and coquette, while most kids didn't care about fashion. Routine with you was comfortable. He could hear you talk about your passions without ever losing interest in the conversation.
Gaku's eyes lingered on your bare thighs a few moments before speaking.
“And you? I've never seen you in a relationship since I've known you.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks again.
“I don't even have friends, so no, I don't have boyfriends.”
“Ouch.” Gaku placed his hand on his heart, in mock-pain. “After all these years, you don't consider me your friend.”
You widened your eyes.
“Of course I do! I meant besides my brother's friends, I don't have anyone.”
“That's because you're focused on your inner world with your romance stories and don't pay attention to reality.” Gaku poked your temple. “If you opened up to the outside world, I'm sure everyone would adore you.”
Your eyes grew warmer.
“Thank you, Gaku.”
“No need to thank me, I'm just spittin’ facts.”
The rest of the evening passed with Gaku pressed against you, and you felt safe and interesting as he listened to all your monologues as you explained the lore of your games. When it was time for him to go home, he gave you a kiss on the temple before getting up from the couch and leaving the house. You already missed his scent.
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The next day, you were home alone when you heard a knock at the door. Surprise flashed across your face when you saw Gaku in front of you. His hood was down, his handsome face on full display. His height towered over you; he stood with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing his usual navy blue hoodie and black baggy jeans, with a silver chain around his neck. His gray hair was messy from the humidity, the strands slightly wavy.
His eyes roamed your body from head to toe, appreciation in his gaze. He lingered on your usual bows in your hair, the frilly hem of your pink dress that was the perfect shade for your brown skin, and your Mary Jane shoes. As usual, you looked like a princess.
“Uzuki isn’t here.”
“Didn’t come for him.”
“You came for me?” you asked, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, I've been thinking about our conversation. We only see each other when your brother is around, so you don't consider me a personal friend of yours. I thought we could go on a car ride together.” He raised his arm, revealing a grocery bag you hadn't noticed. “I bought some snacks.”
The butterflies from yesterday were returning to invade your stomach. You stepped back to grab your bag at the entrance and join Gaku outside. Your heart was beating a little faster; it was the first time you'd spent time alone with him, and you were excited. Gaku was an orphan and still a student, so his car wasn't the most expensive, but it was perfectly clean, and when you stepped inside, a pleasant scent of jasmine filled your nostrils.
“Want some?” Gaku took a blunt out of his pocket, and you shook your head.
“You’re always so proper and doing the right thing.”
You swore you heard a smile in his voice, but his face remained impassive. He started the car and put on a playlist. “More than ever” by Lucki was playing in the car, a soft rap song with a soaring instrumental. Gaku jerked his chin at you to get some food from the bag, and he drove with one hand on the wheel.
“What were you doing before I came?”
“Playing love and deepspace.” You nibbled on chips. “I’m trying to understand the lore of Rafayel and Sylus in their myths. I spent too much money on them again, my mother will scold me.”
“Rafayel, the fish?”
“Gaku! Don’t call him that. That’s my husband right here.”
He let out a low chuckle. “My bad. Right, I forgot you’re married. To like… 10 fictional men?”
“Marius from Tears of Themis, Yang from Piofiore, Chevalier from Ikemen Prince, Lance from Court of Darkness, Harada from Hakuoki, Yanagi from Collar x Malice-”
“You’re so greedy.”
You nudged him playfully. “You’re jealous because your life is boring without characters to obsess over.”
“Right, I’m so jealous.”
He stopped at the red light to let pedestrians cross and turned to you. His gaze was soft, his red eyes shining with a warm flame.
“Why do you like these games so much? What’s the psychological mechanism behind them? Escapism?”
Your mischievous smile faded, giving way to a serious expression.
“You really want to know? Do you promise not to make fun of me?”
“Do I look like I have enough emotion on my face to make fun of you?” He reassured you, focusing on the road again.
You took a deep breath, hands on your bare thighs.
“I don’t really think I’ll end up in a relationship one day.”
“Bullshit.” His hands tightened on the steering wheel.
“Gaku, you’re my friend, of course you’re going to believe in me. But I never managed to make friends in high school, and boys think I’m weird. When I play these games, I can immerse myself in a person who is loved for who they are. It’s very therapeutic for me; I always feel full after completing a route. These are games designed for women, so the love interests are written to meet our emotional needs.”
“You just haven’t found your person yet.”
“I’m afraid she doesn’t exist.”
“What if it’s me?”
Your hands, which were playing with the em of your dress, froze. “What?”
“What if I’m your person? I find you gorgeous, you’re not weird to me, and I love hearing you yapping about your game lore.”
His words made you dizzy. You opened your mouth, then closed it. Gaku didn’t have a smile on his face, just his usual calm face, which made you unsure if he was serious or if it was just a friendly way of showing his affection.
“Gaku, you can’t say words like that to a girl unless you’re in love with her.”
“You didn’t know?”
“What?”
He gave you a look, the intensity in it making you swallow hard. “I love you.”
It felt as if all the air in your lungs was trapped inside, unable to supply you with oxygen. Your hands trembled on your thighs.
“You can’t be serious,” you whispered.
“I’m not Nagumo, bullshit doesn’t come out of my mouth often. When I say that I love you, I mean it.”
Maybe Gaku was a man like that. A man who took what he wanted without asking himself several questions first. He was your opposite, you were socially awkward and was overthinking all of your interactions. Like yin and yang, you complemented each other, and maybe he was right when he said he was your person.
“I had a crush of you for years, I never thought it would be mutual,” you murmured, your voice shy, still wondering if it was a dream.
“We’re on the same page then.”
Gaku parked in a parking lot, took out his blunt and lighter, then lit it to wrap his lips around it. He leaned back on the backrest of the seat, smoke coming from his mouth. He turned to you.
“I don’t know how to be a good boyfriend. I don’t really care about a lot of romantic stuff, so just tell me what you want. I’ll remember and do whatever you want.”
It was a gentle side of Gaku that you didn’t know existed, but you deeply appreciated being able to witness it.
“I want it to be natural between us, so I’d like you to take the initiative. When you see me, aren’t there things you want to do with me since you like me?”
“Smoke weed and listen to you talk about your husbands.”
You chuckled. “Besides that.”
“You’re going to say I’m misogynistic and objectify you.”
Flustered, you looked away.
“You want to have sex with me?”
“Who wouldn’t? You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. But you’re more than your beauty. I swear I love you for more than that, I just don’t know how to be a good boyfriend. I didn’t have any love models when I was young; I always grew up in an orphanage. There is no love there. I just know how to have sex and… Smoke weed with you.”
His jaw tensed. You took his free hand in yours and intertwined your fingers.
“We'll be a team. I know a lot about romance. I can write a list of scenarios and activities I want to do as a couple with you, and you'll do them in any order you want. We'll establish rules for managing conflicts and arguments, and how to communicate when the other person is upset. We got this.”
You smiled at him, and his gaze grew warmer.
“Wanna go to the backseat? I have blankets, I wanna hug you,” he proposed. Smooth talker.
Your eyes lit up and you nodded.
With a few maneuvers, you found yourself in the backseat, sitting on his lap. Hands on your hips, he buried your head in your neck to press soft kisses, giving you goosebumps. His hands moved down to your ass to grip it firmly. The light kisses turned into open-mouthed kisses, his tongue caressing the skin and his mouth sucking the bits of flesh.
“I never did that,” you whispered.
He lifted his head from your neck, his red eyes dilated. A few grey strands fell in front of his gaze and his forehead, a different look from his usual slicked back hair.
“I'll take care of you. I'm good at this. It's the only thing I'm good at, actually.”
“Don't say that, Gaku.”
You dug your hands into his hair. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. He continued to kiss your neck and suck on the skin. A budding heat crackled low in your belly, and desire began to take hold of you. You wanted him.
Actually, you'd always wanted him. On Instagram, there was a photo of him at the beach with Uzuki and his friends. You couldn't even begin to count how many times you'd masturbated to the sight of his abs and biceps, how you wanted the hard planes of his body to rub against your softer ones, and how you wanted his nonchalant expression to turn into a blush of physical exertion. Every time you had a romantic scenario in your otomes, you imagined them at night with him.
“What are you thinking in that pretty head of yours?”
“Thinking about the fact that I've liked you for years.”
His mouth moved up to your face, tracing your jaw.
“I'm not as special as you for you to love me this much, you know.”
“I didn't know you had such an insecure side to you, Gaku.”
He nuzzled his nose against yours for an Eskimo kiss.
“I'm not insecure. I'm realistic. I don't do much with my life except go to the gym, play games, go to college, and smoke weed with my friends. I'm a dull work of art when you're a masterpiece filled with bright colors. I can't compete with your mind.”
His lips gently touched yours, and you closed your eyes while he kept them open, narrowing at the sight of your peaceful expression, pressed against him. You looked like an angel, a pretty princess, with your pink ribbon bows wrapped in your braids and the pastel colors of your eyeshadow. He could eat you alive if he could.
The soft presses of his lips became more demanding, his hands placed on your waist to pull you closer to him, and he lifted his hips to sit better against the back of the seat. With a small sigh, you opened your mouth, letting him enter, his tongue curling around yours in a slow, languid dance. His cock twitched in his pants as he sensed your inexperience in your kisses, understanding that he would be the first man to win your heart, and he resolved to be the last.
“Are you in love with me or do you just like the way I make you feel because I'm the only boy who listens to you?” he murmured against your lips.
“Don't say that,” you repeated, your heart aching that Gaku would think that of you. “I love everything about you. Whether it's the way you feel like you don't care about anything, or your ability to contain your emotions while mine overflow everywhere. You're like a quiet, reassuring force that I want to snuggle up to every time you're near me. I love your confidence, your diligence in the things you enjoy, and how you don't seem to be affected by the tragedies of our world; it speaks to a great strength of mind. You're still very caring with those close to you, and very attentive; you make sure your friends are comfortable around you. You're like a big teddy bear.”
For the first time in his life, Gaku's heart began to beat faster, and he couldn't explain why something twisted in his stomach as he listened to you. His hands tightened their grip around your waist, and his kisses became more aggressive. He nibbled your lower lip, sucked on your tongue, and rocked his hips against you so you could feel his erection against you. He noticed your flustered expression at his gesture, and the blood rushed even more to his bulge.
“Did the main character in your video games have their first time in a car?”
“Not really,” you chuckled against his lips. “It's romantic, and on a bed.”
“Are you implying I'm not romantic? I can be for you.”
He angled his hips to rub his clothed cock against your panties under your dress, and you arched your back, nibbling his lip as you closed your eyes. With each roll of his pelvis, you gyrated yours to meet his, in a dynamic rhythm that sparked a fire between you. The more his erection ground against your clothed cunt, the more desire engulfed you like a crashing wave, making you want more.
“Tell me how I can become like your otome love interests. Sylus, how does he take care of the main character?”
“You will never be him.”
Gaku suppressed an eye roll.
“Of course, I'm not a criminal.”
“Sylus is kind of submissive; he worships the main character. He wants her to feel safe with him. Even if she hurt him in the past, she's still the love of his life, transcending time and reincarnations.”
“Fuck him, honestly, how do I compete with that?”
Your quiet laugh filled the car. “But I can show you how you should make love to me. I've imagined this moment many times.”
You took his hand and placed it on your neckline.
“You can worship in your own way, no need to reincarnate.”
“I'm not used to being gentle in bed.”
“Maybe because you didn't like your previous partners. When you see me, don't you want to take care of me?”
His eyes softened. “Of course, I do. I want to treat you gently. You deserve the best of me.”
“So show me what the best of you is.”
Gaku cupped your clothed breast, kneading it through the light fabric of your dress, and licked his lips as he felt your nipple harden against his hand. He lowered the cups, and his lips closed over your right nipple to suck it while he pinched and rolled the other between his fingers. Your back arched more, and you let out a soft sigh, riding his erection.
He undressed you vertically, removing the thin straps of your dress and sliding it down so that your upper body was bare. He pulled his head back for a few moments to admire the view of your breasts, your nipples slightly moistened by his mouth.
You looked like a buffet, a buffet of sweet desserts, which anyone would pounce on if they had the chance to see it. Having your breasts in his mouth wasn't enough; he really needed to be able to eat you, just to keep you with him forever. But he couldn't tell you that without sounding like an orphan disturbed in his head.
He pressed soft kisses between your breasts, his mouth moving down to kiss your pudgy belly, your arms, your hips, and suck on any part of your flesh that had an excess of fat. Your brown skin was dotted with dark marks from his hickeys, but he didn't care. Now that you were his, he would claim you every day. And he hoped you would do the same, claiming him as yours.
He gently laid you down on the backseat and took off your dress. He kissed your feet, making you tickle, and his heart swelled at the sound of your little chuckles. His mouth traveled down your entire leg, and not a single part of your body hadn't experienced his lips on you. He kissed your inner thighs, but you suddenly clenched them. He looked up and noticed you looking away, flustered.
“What is it?”
“I’m not shaved.”
He cocked his head to one side, frowning. He waited several seconds to see when the joke would come, but you remained silent and embarrassed.
“Do I look like I give a fuck?”
To show you he wasn’t intimidated by your pubic hair, he slid your panties down your legs, and his hands parted your hairs to find a path to your tight heat. He indulged in your arousal, the tip of his tongue wiggled through your wet folds. You bent your knees on the seat, pushing yourself up on your elbows to watch his head disappear between your thighs. His eyes were closed, as if savoring the taste of you in his mouth. A gentle pulse warmed your lower abdomen, and your breathing quickened as he drove his tongue deeper into you.
A slight tremor ran through your skin as he brushed your clit, the flicks expert and precise as he traced circles. You put your hand over your mouth to keep from moaning too loudly, but the pleasure overwhelmed you, your body burning.
“Keep makin’ pretty noises, f’me,” he hummed against you, a deep crease between his eyebrows as he saw you muffle your moans. Either way, he was going to pleasure you so much that you wouldn’t have a choice but to scream his name, he promised you.
He wrapped his lips around your clit to suck it greedily, you clenched your thighs around his face and ground your cunt into his mouth. He parted your folds before pushing a finger inside you, and he shuddered at the sensation of how tight you were. He plunged his digit in and out before inserting a second, while he abused your throbbing bud.
He curled them to hit that spongey spot inside you. The combination of G-spot and clit stimulation made you lose your mind. A hot coil wound tighter and tighter in your stomach before exploding like an inferno seizing your body to set you ablaze. You whimpered a loud 'gaku!' before throwing your head back, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.
Gaku withdrew from your crotch, the bottom of his face glistening. He took off his clothes and threw them on the floor of his car. You caught your breath and glanced at him. You bit your lip at the sight of his massive muscles in front of you, his defined abs and V-line, after spending nights staring at that Instagram photo. But when your eyes fell on the erection, your eyes widened. His size was demonic.
“Um…”
“Mhm?”
He wrapped your legs around his waist, leaning over your body as his height towered over you, his hair falling in front of his eyes and hiding his gaze full of lust and desire. His girthy cock rubbed through the folds, still not inserting itself, lubricating itself with your arousal.
“Are you sure it’ll fit?”
“I will make it fit.”
He began to push his dick into you, your pussy wrapping around the head. You winced at the pain since it was your first time, but Gaku eased your pain with his hand, massaging your clit as he moved his hips backward, withdrawing from you to sink again, but gaining more inches into you this time.
His thrusts were gentle and slow, he remained attentive to your needs and expressions. He stilled inside you when you needed to adjust to his size. When he saw your face relax, he flushed his pelvic floor against yours, his happy trail rubbing against your hairs, and sank in completely. Your air froze in your lungs, but you endured the feeling of being full.
“Atta girl.”
He lay on top of you to press a kiss to your forehead. You wrapped your arms around him, pulled him close, and caressed the hard planes of his muscular back. He peppered your face with kisses, lingering on your jaw, cheeks, and nose. As he plunged in and out, and you panted, an electrifying tension coursing through your muscles, vibrating to the rhythm of your desire. It was a new, overwhelming, but definitely pleasant sensation that took hold of you like a wild fire igniting in your lower abdomen.
Holding onto his elbows, at each corner of your head, his silver chain tapped against your forehead with every movement of his body, a small, reassuring sound that immersed you in the sweetness of the moment. The wet slapslap of skin filled the car and the windows misted up. He pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, his breath caressing your face.
You felt close to his heart, connected to him intimately beyond the physical, and the feeling of security that invaded you made your eyes water.
“You know, you’re my favorite boy ever.”
He kept his eyes closed, but for the first time you'd met him, his lips curved into a smile that reached his eyes. Your heart pounded at the sight, wanting to immortalize this moment forever.
“I don’t know what to say to that. I’m not special, I-”
You crushed your lips on his, your arms wrapping around his neck. His lips parted in shock, and you took the opportunity to mingle your tongue with his. You ravished his mouth, putting all the love you could into the kiss, and making him stop putting himself down.
“Okay, I get it, I get it,” he whispered against your lips. “Sorry.”
“Make love to me. Make me yours. I wanna be your favorite girl too.”
“Stop saying dumb shit like that, you’re always my favorite human in the world.”
He picked up the pace, his hips slamming against yours. He swallowed all your moans, continuing to kiss you, his cock stretching your pussy out. Each of his thrusts was an affirmation of love, and each roll of your pelvis to meet him and follow his dance was a reassurance he mattered in this word. In your own way, you reassured your aching hearts, like a soft blanket over your ache. Like yin and yang, you complemented each other, and in this present moment, you were united forever.
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𝟑 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫
“What’s this?”
Uzuki looked curiously at the box Gaku was carrying. They were heading to Uzuki’s house, to spend time with you.
“It’s for your sister.”
Walking through the front door, he looked for you, eager to give you your gift. You came out of the kitchen, and even though you still had your satin bonnet on, you were still the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.
“What’s up?” you greeted him, snuggling up to him. He hugged you, craving your warmth and scent.
“Just open this.” He jutted his chin at the box on the table.
You began to open the box, your eyes lighting up when you saw the acrylic stands from Tears of Themis and Love and Deepspace. You jumped up and down, and a wide smile stretched your lips as you rushed to unwrap everything from the plastic bags, discovering the otome merch your boyfriend had bought.
In that moment when you beamed with happiness, Gaku really thought he wanted you to have that expression all your life, and he hoped you would. In any case, he'll do anything to be the case. You were his favorite girl, after all.
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bf!gaku who fills a doorway just by standing there — broad shoulders, thick arms, heavy steps. Yet when he touches you he’s surprisingly gentle, almost hesitant at first, like he’s afraid of crushing you. When he hugs you, his palm spans your whole back.
bf!gaku with a lap that swallows you whole. Sitting on him feels like sinking into a warm couch. He always rests a big hand over your thigh or lower back to keep you from sliding off because he’s so solid.
bf!gaku who forgets how heavy he is. Sometimes he flops down on the bed next to you after a long day and the mattress dips so hard you bounce. He laughs and apologises, “Sorry for the mini-earthquake,” and you can’t help but laugh with him.
bf!gaku who carries you without thinking. Grocery bags? Luggage? You? He just scoops things up and goes. Half the time you don’t even get to finish saying “Do you want me to carry—” before he’s already done it.
bf!gaku who’s protective but never possessive. He’ll step in front of you instinctively if someone bumps into you, but he doesn’t cage you. His strength is there to make you feel free, not trapped.
bf!gaku whose warmth feels like a weighted blanket. When you’re anxious he drapes himself over you — one arm, one leg, heavy chest pressed to your back — until your breathing slows under his weight.
bf!gaku with quiet domestic habits. He opens jars, moves furniture, reaches high shelves without looking, but also brings you snacks or a drink while you’re studying because he knows he’s better at the “big” tasks than the “tiny” ones.
bf!gaku with a low, rumbly voice. When he’s tired it drops even deeper; he mumbles “Come here” and pats his chest until you curl up against him, and you feel the vibrations of his words more than you hear them.
bf!gaku who hides his softness. Under all that bulk he’s the one who remembers your favourite dessert, your comfort playlist, and carries a spare hoodie for you in his bag because “mine’s bigger; it’ll be warmer.”
dating nagumo yoichi means waking up to playful pranks, which are practically his love language. whether it’s a sudden jump from behind or a harmless scare when you least expect it, his jokes are designed to rile you up. to you, it’s annoying, but seeing him laugh so freely makes it all worth it. you secretly love how his face lights up every time you fall for it.
nagumo yoichi is the definition of clingy, in the best way possible. he’s like glue, refusing to let go—whether it’s during lazy mornings curled up in bed or late nights tangled in each other’s arms. his grip is tight enough to feel secure, but loose enough for you to breathe. on days he’s home from work, he’s your shadow, following you from room to room like a devoted puppy.
take breakfast for example. you’re trying to cook, frying eggs in the pan, when he wraps his arms around you from behind, refusing to let go.
“yoichi, i’m trying to cook.” you say, half-exasperated, silently begging him to release you.
“i can take over if you want.” he offers, pulling you even closer.
“i want you to let go of me for a second.” you retort, though you know it’s pointless.
“not happening. that’s like telling me to die.”
there are also times during his pranks where he pulls a stunt. he’s on the floor, faking a collapse. you rush over, only to realize it’s another prank. a slap to his arm earns you a whine, followed by a plea for a kiss to ‘heal’ him. of course, you give in—you always do.
nagumo yoichi’s love language is basically everything. he showers you with gifts, filling an entire room in your penthouse with things he’s picked out just for you. some days, it’s overwhelming, especially when you’re not sure how to use half of it.
nagumo only wants to see you in clothes that he either bought for you or from his own closet. he has a habit of ‘upgrading’ your wardrobe, discreetly replacing your old clothes with new ones from his closet. you might not even notice until you go to reach for something and realize it’s gone.
loveloveLOVEEE gift-giving! he buys you something every. single. day., no matter how big or small. physical touch is his comfort. he thrives on holding you close, whether it’s cuddling in bed or stealing kisses when you pass by. quality time is non-negotiable for him. the moment you’re apart for work, he’s daydreaming about you, and sometimes he can’t help but gush to his colleagues about how lucky he is to have met someone like you. (they all know your entire love story by now.)
words of affirmation? l-l-l-loveeee it. every conversation starts and ends with a compliment. in his eyes, you’re flawless—his angel, his everything. acts of service? he insists on taking care of you, even when you insist on your independence. wake up to breakfast in bed? check. a spotless house? also check.
of course, there are moments of worry. his job is dangerous, and it’s only natural to fear for his safety. you’ve cried to him about it before, and he always responds the same way: with kisses and gentle words, wiping away your tears and assuring you that no one compares to him.
overall, dating nagumo yoichi was one of the greatest accomplishments you’ve achieved. you wouldn’t have it any other way.
಄ shin asakura
dating shin asakura means being mindful of every thought that crosses your mind—because he will hear it. he enjoys reading your mind more than anyone else’s, and to be honest, it makes sense. you’re his girlfriend, so of course he wants to know what’s going on in that head of yours. but it’s not just that. he’s genuinely curious about everything you think about. but it’s not something he can control. he can’t just turn it off when he wants to. and even though you’re fully aware he’s listening, it doesn’t bother you in the slightest.
in fact, you love teasing him with little jokes just to see him flustered.
“so you are reading my mind!” you tease.
his cheeks flush crimson as he frowns, looking away. “i always do—but you didn’t need to say that joke!”
shin knows you too well. the second your eyes linger on something—a plushie, a makeup product, a piece of clothing—he knows you want it. and by ‘want it’, he means he’s already mentally preparing to buy it for you. there’s always something new in your room, all thanks to shin.
on days when a dangerous mission comes up—whether it’s taking down a slur or tracking down a lead—shin begs sakamoto to leave you behind and bring lu instead. your safety is his only priority.
“hey! you’d rather have me die instead?!” lu shouts, heisuke barely managing to hold her back from lunging at shin.
“yeah? i don’t want [first name] to get hurt!” shin fires back.
you can’t help but sweat-drop at their back-and-forth bickering. “no one’s going to die,” you say, shaking your head. “not unless you fail to protect us, shin.”
his breath hitches. oh no. now he’s convinced you don’t trust him to do his job. “actually, [first name] should come!” he quickly corrects, noticing the way you’re barely holding back a laugh while sweeping the floor. “lu, watch the store.”
you’re always wandering around the city, and it terrifies him. the only way he can find you is by jumping from rooftop to rooftop, listening to the thoughts of people passing by until he spots you.
“geez! at least watch your surroundings or someone might just grab you!” he snaps, grabbing your hand and pulling you back toward the store.
“i don’t mind,” you say with a shrug, and the look he gives you is pure horror. “because i know i’ve got a strong boyfriend who can save me.”
the second the words leave your mouth, his face flames red. he loves when you rely on him, when you praise him like that. he’ll act indifferent, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away, but deep down… there’s a full-blown celebration in his chest.
shin struggles to show affection, whether in public or private. he’s able to shout to the world, “[first name] is my girlfriend!” while holding your hand, but kissing you? that’s a different story. the mere image of you leaning in, eyes closed, sends a weird, fluttery feeling through him. that’s why you take matters into your own hands—literally. you kiss him without warning, whenever the mood strikes.
“gah! at least give me a heads up?!” he yelps, stumbling back with his face as red as a tomato.
you giggle, licking your lips. “why should i? by now, we could be making out, but too bad you’re afraid of a little peck.”
“i’m not afraid,” he insists, though his flustered stutter betrays him. “i’m just… caught off guard!”
you roll your eyes and yank him closer by his shirt collar, pulling him back in for another kiss. your mind goes completely blank in that moment, leaving shin to either listen to his own racing thoughts or the distant chatter of people passing by the convenience store. when you finally pull back, locking eyes with him, he can’t meet your gaze—his eyes dart everywhere in the store, anywhere but at you.
“from now on, i want a kiss from you every day.” you declare, and he can’t even argue. even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t dare refuse you. over time, he grows more comfortable with it—so much so that he starts initiating kisses himself.
“ewwww! take this somewhere else!” lu gags, covering her eyes.
಄ gaku
dating gaku would mean experiencing subtle moments of affection. he isn’t one to flaunt his relationship or make grand gestures in public/around acquaintances. to outsiders, you might seem like just friends, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. his love isn’t loud—it’s quiet, more personal, and deeply meaningful. the most you’ll get in public is the soft touch of interlocking pinkies. his hands are usually tucked into his hoodie pocket, but he always keeps you within sight for your safety.
private moments are where his commitment shines. he enjoys when you watch him train, feeling a surge of motivation to push himself harder. sometimes, you’ll even join in, acting as a weight as he lifts you like a dumbbell—though he’s long since mastered carrying your weight effortlessly.
gaku has a habit of sneaking into your room when the base is still asleep, slipping under your covers with barely a sound. the shift of his body is enough to stir you awake, and he freezes the moment he realizes he’s woken you.
“can’t sleep?” you murmur, still half-dreaming.
“…not without you.” he whispers back, settling in beside you.
gaku wants to give you the world, to shower you with everything your heart desires. but in the end, he steals what he can from shops swiftly. even when you tell him he’s all you need, he doubts it, brushing it off with a shrug before continuing his usual antics.
his affection is uniquely his. he invites you to gaming sessions, even if you’re not as skilled, or asks if you’ll train with him, despite your strength not matching his. he loves resting his head on you—your shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, or even your thighs. anywhere, really. you’re his favorite cushion.
jealousy flickers in him the moment another guy gets too close, even if it’s just to ask for directions. he won’t hesitate to step in, cutting off the conversation before it begins. at times, he’ll even give the guy the wrong directions, just to keep them away from you. he’s possessive, but only because you’re his.
date nights with gaku are simple yet deeply bonding. they’re spent riding bicycles through the city at night, perching atop an old abandoned building to watch the sunset—or sometimes fireworks, and/or taking a dip in a secluded pond. there’s no need for extravagance.
on scorching days, when the heat is unbearable, you’ll spot a popsicle stand and crave something cool. with stolen coins, gaku will buy two popsicles, but in the end, he’ll hand you his, refusing to eat it himself just to see you stay refreshed.
in battle, his focus is unwavering—until he senses you. you’re his only weakness, the one person he lets his guard down for, aside from those he grew up with in al-kamar. if you’re ever struggling against an opponent and he’s nearby, he’ll abandon his own fight just to save you. he’s always there when it matters most.
despite uzuki kei assigning kashima to tend to his injuries, gaku refuses to let him bandage his wounds. kashima can run scans, but the tender care of wrapping your hands around his injuries? that’s reserved for you. he trusts your touch above all others, knowing your soothing presence is the only thing he needs.
being with gaku means everything. it means going everywhere together, sharing every moment, no matter where life takes you. whether you’re alive or on the brink of the end, as long as he’s by your side in your final moments, that’s all you’ll ever need.
಄ heisuke mashimo
dating heisuke mashimo means embracing the joy of being unapologetically silly together. he used to worry about how he came across, but ever since you shared the phrase “to be cringe is to be free”, he’s fully accepted his true self around you.
you’re more than just his partner—you’re his best friend. there’s no holding back between you two. he shares everything with you, from the smallest details of his day to the weirdest things he notices on the street. it’s sweet how much he loves keeping you updated, even with the tiniest moments.
heisuke is always sending you memes, videos, or gifs that make him laugh. if something cracks him up, you’re getting it too, instantly.
money isn’t always easy for him, but he tries to get you a little gift every week. sometimes he overthinks his choices, even asking his pet bird, piisuke, for advice.
“piisuke, which one do you think [first name] would like more?”
the bird pecks at one, and heisuke takes it as the final answer.
“thanks! i knew i could count on you!”
you two just click—your humor, your energy, everything matches. he could swear you’re his soulmate, and to be fair, he’s not wrong. you are practically his soulmate. (cupid did his big one.)
movie nights are either horror or action because sad films are off the table—meaning, you both simply can’t handle them together. he pretends to be the brave one during the horror movie jump scares, but he usually ends up jumping into your arms instead.
heisuke also makes sure you know how to handle a gun, just in case he’s not around or isn’t able to detect where you are.
piisuke isn’t completely happy about being the third wheel all the time, so you and heisuke decided to adopt another bird of the same breed to give him company. now it’s a full-on double date everywhere you go.
arcade and carnival games are all about competition. if you’re on the same team, everyone dies from you two. if you’re rivals? it’s an all-out battle—one where you usually win by a landslide and heisuke is the sore loser.
at night, you two sprawl out, chatting or debating about random topics until your voices fade and sleep takes over. sometimes, you wake up to heisuke sleep-talking or even sleep-fighting. it’s amusing to look at. you record it and show him in the morning.
“i ducked that fade? i would never! sleep fights don’t count.” he insists, taking a loud sip of his cold water.
“but what if you won?” you ask, placing your phone down on the counter.
“then they do.” he says, and you roll your eyes.
಄ seba natsuki
your boyfriend, natsuki seba, has a habit of nibbling on your skin or pinching your body absentmindedly. at first, it made you question what exactly went on in that head of his, but over time, you grew so used to it that you started doing it back. he does it constantly, telling you it’s like touching ‘mochi’—which… still makes you raise an eyebrow in confusion.
when it comes to gift-giving, he’s not a fan of store-bought presents. he believes that if he can make something himself, there’s no reason to let a machine or some random worker craft it for you. every gift he gives is made with 100% love, his time, and his effort.
he truly believes that actions speak louder than words, and he would rather show up during your tough times, listen to you vent, and prove his care through his presence than say something as simple as “i love you.” the words feel too bitter on his tongue anyway.
natsuki seba keeps a picture of your face tucked inside a necklace, wearing it everywhere—even during missions. he wants you with him, even if it’s just symbolically. that necklace is his treasure + his most prized possession.
he doesn’t like admitting it out loud, but he gets jealous when he sees you smiling or talking to another guy. he doesn’t make a scene; he just walks up behind you, pulls you a little closer, and rests his hand on your waist—that’s his silent way of marking his territory.
he also loves when you two do nightly routines together, like putting face masks on each other. it’s adorable, though he would never outright say it. instead, he’ll bring it up every few days, asking, “are we doing face masks tonight?” with the slightesttttt bit of hope in his voice.
natsuki seba doesn’t even realize how much he rambles about you until mafuyu calls him out on it.
“natsu,” mafuyu says, blinking at him with a sweat-drop, “all you’ve been talking about was [first name]… i just wanted to know how your day has been so far 😭😷”
“oh,” natsuki blinks back, caught off guard. “i spent my entire morning thinking about what [first name] was doing. i’m heading back to her place tonight so we can—”
and just like that, he’s right back to talking about you. poor mafuyu can’t dig his way back out.
natsuki seba also tries to learn the hobbies you love the most so you can enjoy them together. he does it in secret, refusing to reveal it until he’s sure he’s mastered it—whether it’s drawing, crocheting, playing an instrument, or baking. he puts so much effort into it, all for you.
his entire phone is filled with pictures of you—well, mostly pictures of you, with a few exceptions being his weapon creations mixed in. your face is his wallpaper, his widgets feature you, his profile pictures are you, and his only pinned contact is… well… you. at this point, he might as well get a pillow with your face on it to sleep with every night.
dates every week are non-negotiable. he’ll make time just to see you, ditching a mission last-minute the second you call him, telling him you found a cute place to hang out. yes, he gets in trouble for it. no, he doesn’t care. why should he risk his life on a mission when he could be spending it with you?
಄ tenkyu (a little rushed and MIGHT be ooc...)
dating tenkyu would mean receiving relentless affection from him—kisses everywhere and all the time. he would peck your neck, your forehead, your cheeks, your arms, your legs—literally everywhere. his excuse (after planting a fat kiss on your lips) was because he had not seen you for ‘ages’ (even if it’s only been two days).
he’s unapologetically into pda, gripping your hand like you’re about to float away whenever you’re out in public and awkwardly kissing you mid-transaction while the cashier tries their hardest not to stare. #guacward... you never complain though—you just let him be.
tenkyu has reached a level of comfort where he walks around unclothed like it’s nothing, and you’ve accepted it as normal. but then there are those rare moments when he does decide to be ‘modest’—by which he means pulling on a pair of pants but still leaving his chest bare. his excuse this time would be:
“it’s too hot.”
whenever you’re baking—whether it’s cookies or a simple cake—he’ll casually stroll by, dip his finger into the batter, and take a taste. when you warn him about salmonella, he just shrugs and does it again.
“worth it.” he would say with a smirk.
he’ll try to test your jealousy by talking to other girls, but you never rise to the bait. you know he’s just trying to provoke a reaction, hoping you’ll pull him closer to stake your claim. but when you don’t, he gets a little sad—just for a moment—before brushing it off.
tenkyu never takes off his eye patch, but he doesn’t mind if you see his other eye. he almost never removes it, and when he does, the eye beneath is always shut. still, you love seeing both of his eyes, even giving him a soft kiss on his closed one where the patch usually sits.
dates with him are either spent mastering some weapon or going out for (bad) karaoke. he’s not the best singer, but he pours his heart into it, and watching him fail to hit a high note is hilarious. still, it’s all for fun.
you never judge him for his past or where he came from. you don’t pry into his history unless he brings it up himself, because you know it’s a sensitive topic for him. but when he does share stories about growing up in al-kamar, you listen, and he feels safe enough to open up.
tenkyu is a rare gem—someone who doesn’t let others in that easily, but who has given his whole heart to you. in a world where everyone else is gone, you’re all he needs. and he’s going to hold onto you tight. just as tight as you hold onto him.
authors note. OH MY GOSH I AM SO SORRY ANON FOR TAKING 10 MONTHS TO DO THIS… this has been in my drafts for AGES 😭 i hope (if you see this) you dont mind the extra characters ive added. i wanted to add more to this prompt #LOVELOVELOVEEETENKYU!!! 😫😫😫😫 if you spot any grammar or spelling errors pls lmk 🫶🫶
nana's note: please excuse any mischaracterizations haha i don’t know most of them too well! i’m in the midst of watching the anime and reading the manga so hopefully i can improve whatever sucks xoxo i say slur btw because i literally do not know what uzuki is like but i can assume he is different from “slur." please enjoy! drabbles are inspired by prompts from this post.
content warnings: reader is shorter than gaku, uhh that's it i believe!
sakamoto is all about that domestic life, far far away from his past world—he’d drop everything if it meant that your happiness was guaranteed, no doubt about it. but living with you, he’s grown to realize that not everything needs to be some grand gesture. simply being with you is perfect as well. either consciously or not, he’s adopted a meaningful habit of pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder, nape, or temple at each passing. be it in the kitchen, when he’s squeezing past to the other side, you’ll feel his warm lips against your skin for a fleeting moment. or perhaps in the bathroom when you’ve just woken up—sakamoto can’t help but find your sleepy eyes adorable, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek in greeting. he won’t say much, or anything at all. but his face will soften into a kind smile when you kiss him right back.
nagumo is a well-put together man; clothes ironed, shoes polished, and hair tidy. that was most days, this morning he was in a bit of a rush and was hastily throwing on his clothes while the alarm insistently beeped on your bed side table. that, paired with how much he hated being up so early, he groaned loudly. to be honest, nagumo could care less at this hour what he looked like. but despite the ungodly hours he woke up for work, you were always right behind him with a prepared bento from the night before and a fresh cup of coffee in hand, still steaming. “don’t forget these,” you murmur softly, voice low like the sun that was slowly rising behind the apartment landscape. nagumo stops, a small grin growing on his face before placing a soft kiss on the crown of your head with a quiet thanks. and before he can step out the door, you call for him. his head tilts in questioning, eyes peering down at you as you move to adjust the collar of his button down. finally, with soft peck to your lips, he leaves with a soft squeeze to your waist. “can’t have your man looking messy, hm?”
shin knew you loved stealing his hoodies. something about how they fit better on you but really, your mind said it was because they smelled like him. so, it’s not unusual for him to find the odd one missing. his first thought was that it’s either on your body or in your closet. so when he sees—on your guys’ way out to sakamoto’s—that you’re wearing his sky blue hoodie that was missing the past few days, he smiles with a ruffle to your head. “you’re gonna mess up my hair,” you pout, laughing as you make your way out his apartment first. shin catches up quickly, arguably messing up your hair even more when he suddenly tugs the hood over your head. then, he rubs your shoulders up and down roughly, “hey—it’s cold! i don’t care if it’s a short walk.” and with your hand in his coarse, but oh-so-warm one, the two of you head out.
heisuke is an energetic boy who’ll find himself doing almost anything with anyone. but when it comes to downtime, he wouldn’t want to spend that time with anyone but you. lying face-to-face, heisuke smiles at you under the warmth of your blanket, hand in yours as piisuke sleeps soundly in his cage. “this is the best, yo.” you’re not sure what exactly he’s implying to, and you’re too tired to really ask. just as sleep is about to take you, light fingers begin to trace soft pathways along the slope of your face; your forehead, temples, cheeks, nose, and lips. it’s relaxing, and when you mutter under your breath in a sound that suggests encouragement, heisuke suddenly uses his thumbs to brush your eyebrows back into place. almost roughly, pulling you away from sleep’s soothing grasp. “beautiful,” he grins, laughing when you narrowly glare up at him with tired eyes. he bumps your nose with his in apology, forehead against his.
seba was working on another invention, something a little more mundane but he claimed was still necessary. he said it was gonna make life easier, though you’re watching him from the counter with a confused look as he fumbles around with the tools. his hoodie sleeves keep falling over his hands, slipping down past his knuckles and even covering his fingers at times. but instead of doing the obvious, seba only kept working—too absorbed in his work to care about the obstruction. you sigh with a soft shake of your head, so much for making your life easier, natsuki. he hears your footsteps, acknowledging you with a hum but stopping altogether when your hands tug at his left sleeve, folding and rolling the fabric up a few times to keep it in place. “hey–” but he’s quickly interrupted when you move to repeat the same to his right sleeve. “don’t hey me, it’s torture watching you work like this.” he’s stunned for just a second, before smirking and pressing a soft kiss to your temple while you’re still bent down. “thanks.”
shishiba got you anything you craved. something sweet? sure, or maybe you wanted something savoury with a little tang. name a spot or ask him for one, he’s got that for you too. the two of you decided on dango, shishiba watching patiently as you chew the last bit of your dessert. you hum in delight, nibbling with your mouth strictly shut. a smile emerges on his face, noting how long its taking you to swallow the tender dessert. “hey, you’ve got a little..” he starts, voice softer than it was with anyone else. his eyes crinkle as his smile grows, a hand coming up to wipe a bit of sweetened soy sauce from the corner of your mouth. “...sauce,” he finishes, moving to pinch your cheek gently. you grumble lightheartedly, but the action only makes him do it again.
slur had an air to him. cold, calculated, and careful. his skin and hair were nothing short of winter. before, it was enough to send a wake of goosebumps across your arms or at times, even send a shiver down your spine. now, you’ve gotten use to such a man. still, it was a surprise to see how cold his hands were all the time. uzuki’s also grown use to you, the way you’d suddenly sandwich his hands between yours, calling them ice blocks with a nudge to his shoulder. most of the time, you didn’t say a word though—only applying pressure between your two palms before doing it with his other hand. uzuki was stuck, like your hold had him trapped. but he didn’t mind, always letting you do it without a mind and with a little smile. “thank you,” he’d say. “all warm now, hm?”
gaku noticed your struggle immediately. you were reaching for some can of sauce in the storage, only problem was that kashima must’ve put it all the way in the back of the highest cabinet. you grumbled, fingers wiggling fruitlessly as you stretched to your body’s limit. “hold on,” your boyfriend’s voice called out, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. why was it like he could conceal his presence? “gaku, could you get the–” “already on it,” he hums, caging you between the counter and his body with one hand holding your waist steady, the other reaching up and up and up. “annnnd—got it.” he smirks softly, putting the can in your grasp for you. you exhale softly, “thanks.” he grumbles, gives you a soft pinch of your cheek, before shoving his hands into his pockets and leaving you be.
