may i request sakadays men with an reader who rivals their strength and intelligence? i mean it in the way that she could keep up with their skills to the point that the reader ALMOST rivals their skills. (HEAVY on JCC!Taro Sakamoto, the seba brothers, uzuki kei, nagumo and your favs !!) hihi this is my first time sending a drabble request💓💓( ◜‿◝ )♡ thank youuu for feeding us author!!!
Matching his pace
Synopsis: Sakadays men find that there essentially a second version of themselves waltzing around and minding her own business. Just how exactly do they they feel about it and how do they treat you?
I mean, this man is a literal legend and it's because there isn't anyone in the business who can match his strength. So to have you give him a hard time while simultaneously making it look as effortless as he does, it makes him the slightest bit nervous.
Thankfully though, he doesn't take it to heart! He just sees it as another obstacle to overcome.
That being said, sparring together is super common! You're strong, fast and stable— exactly what he needs to test his limits. And from what he can tell, you're capable of adapting just as quickly as he is, so it's not like he walks away with all the benefits, now does he?
If the two of you are sparring, it's not long until others are joining to watch. There's something surreal about watching two inhumane beings trade blows with one another. So it often racks up quite the crowd and people often make bets on who will stand victorious. Do NAWT be surprised if you find Rion and/or Nagumo heading these and collecting bets like they're paid to do it. (They kinda are.)
One thing about Taro is that he's a reliable person— both on and off the field. So don't be surprised it you happen to find him handing you snacks, water or a spare cigarette, if you smoke. The exchange is silent— to nobody's surprise. But the message is clear as day.
"Don't work yourself too hard. Rest up. I've got your back."
Otherwise, if you're working on a mission together, he's honestly a lot more chilled around you. He definitely can feel the coordination between you and he knows that you can hold your own really well, should you be separated. It's also an added plus that he can go all out and not have to worry about putting you in harm's way— only if needed.
But all in all, he has a ton of respect for you— both as a person and as an assassin. You're strong and trustworthy. And if you'll allow it, he'd like to play a similar role in your life.
Yoichi Nagumo
New friend unlocked!
You either love to see him coming or hate it. No in-between.
Mr Man is fascinated. You're fast, strong and just as quick-witted as he is. There's a fun little challenge right there! What isn't there to love?!
Which is also why he feels he should put those skills to the test. Problem is: you figure him out every time!
Sneak attack? Blocked and countered.
Disguised in the crowd? Spotted and within seconds.
Lies? Useless, because you're a human lie detector.
Every time you catch him and/or restrain him, he just laughs it off like you told him the silliest joke possible.
"Caught out again! Wow, [Name], you're a pro at this!"
In some ways, you remind him of Sakamoto and Rion. You're all strong— so strong that you don't buy or play into his tricks. Which is honestly a super nice challenge for him! And nostalgic.
You're essentially his test dummy. He wants to try a new technique for combat or longer lasting disguises? Don't be surprised when you get a call from him. If he feels that he needs to improve something in his combative technique, you're getting jumped.
You'll definitely notice that he isn't as reserved around you. There's still that lingering fear that you will eventually slip up and die— you are both assassins— but he gets the feeling that you won't be as reckless. You think almost exactly the way he does. If he managed to survive as long as he did with his methods, he's sure you will too.
And it's not like he won't have your back, if the situation does change.
Kei Uzuki
He's genuinely surprised.
From what he can tell, no matter what skills, ploys or techniques he deploys, you always seem to meet him right where he's at. Sure, he can beat you. But he's also very acutely aware of how easily you can beat him too. It genuinely irks him while simultaneously intriguing him.
That's what makes him decide to keep a close eye on you and potentially have you join his cause. But he never pushes— out of fear that pushing too hard will lead to a fatal error on his end. He learnt that the hard way.
"That was close. Too close. I suppose it's about time I retreat. See you another time."
He studies you. You're someone to be wary of, if you can constantly keep him on his toes. How is he meant to create a new Order, if he knows that you're right there and much too capable of undoing all his hard work? And better yet, how exactly can he comfortably best you? If he does that, it means he's stronger and there's one less obstacle in his way.
If you do decide to join his cause, he definitely entrusts you with a lot. He almost views you as a second him and would occasionally treat you as such. You do a few of his odd errands. Again, only a few. He's not interested on having you go rogue on him after all his hard work.
Whether he chooses to admit it, you become something of a silent obsession of his. Without even realising, he begins to create plan with your interference in mind.
But there's always this unspoken tension between you. Even if he does start outwardly treating you like an ally, you're still a potential foe in his eyes and he's never going to forget that.
Gaku
Oh, hell yeah!
He fought you once. Once! He blocked a punch that he almost recognised as his own. It surprised him, so he decided to play around with you for a bit. And that decided everything for the both of you.
Bro is giddy. You're just fem him, why would he complain? You got the strength, speed, battle IQ and agility to keep him moving, so why would he look in the direction of something so mundane?!
He's another one who keeps you as an obsession. He also doesn't label it. Not because he is too prideful to do so, but because he simply doesn't see it as such. Though it is disgustingly obvious. Tasks stop being "just get it done, so you can go home," but start being "the sooner you finish this boring crap, you can go fight [Name]."
Mr man is actually your public enemy #1. Kei and Kashima have to constantly keep him off your back. And if you like fighting too? That's even worse! For everyone else around you.
But if the two of you can keep it tame, you're sparring partners. If he gets bored or needs someone to help him recover his fill strength after an injury, he comes to you. Since you can match him, he knows that if he can't at least tie with you, he's not where he's meant to be at and should go back to training wheels. Or keep going at it with you until he's finally in his groove.
"Damn! Got me down again? Let's go again. I think I'll actually beat you this time."
When he does beat you, he surprisingly doesn't discard you afterward. He let's you come back— just to see of you can still keep up with him the way you usually do. And when you do, he's more than willing to keep up the vicious cycle!
But he still treats you like a bro everywhere else. You're strong and he respects that. So don't be too surprised when he invites you to play video games with him or go out to get lunch.
Natsuki Seba
Puts on a nonchalant facade #2.
You're smart. You're capable. You're able to create quality designs and tech. And you're able to do all this within working hours, if not, earlier. Why are you so cool and why is he so envious?
But he's chill. If he's stumped, he'll often seek you out for extra ideas! Something about chatting with you makes him flow way better and feel more energised. And don't be afraid to ask him for the same. He's not for being interrupted while working, but he can bend his rules for you. Besides, if it's with you, it's not like his time will be wasted. [platonic(?)]
He's another one that will urge you to take breaks in between lengthy sessions. If there's anyone who knows how it feels to be riding on a sudden wave of inspiration, it's him. But at the same time, he doesn't want you burning out.
Sparring with you is actually what he deems to be a fair assessment of his gear. He knows any and all input you have on his work is genuine and would definitely improve its overall quality. Furthermore, you're the first person to see his creations, when they're complete. In simpler terms, he trusts you, your skills and your opinion.
"So that's your take on this? I guess it is worth looking into. Thanks."
He definitely tries to return the favour whenever and however he can. If he spots a fault in any of your works, he'll point it out. He's not stupid enough to go poking at anything without explicit permission or prior knowledge on the mechanism first. But if you allow him, he'd feel honoured to have your trust.
Ironically, he gets too soft with you. Too many rules are bent for you and it makes people suspicious about the nature of your relationship with him. So you're often the subject of rumors. Unsurprisingly, it flies straight over his head! And even if he is aware, does he care? No.
Mafuyu Seba
You genuinely irritate him.
For whatever reason, he cannot seem to beat you. Every time he gets close, you pull something and he has lost his edge.
(This is mostly because you make him lose his cool, which opens himself up to being easily apprehended. Whether you choose to tell him to his face is entirely up to you. I will not fight you on it, but Mafuuyu defo will.)
For this reason, he acts like a grumpy cat around you— always glaring and grumbling as if that will make him any stronger.
"Again? Are you serious? I swear— Ugh! Whatever! Just come back here in a week, I swear, I'll beat you then."
There have been occasions wherein he'd fight with you, then make a show of sanitising himself to cleanse his precious body of the filth that is you. This is all done while glaring straight at you. (It's the same vibe as when people will heavily sigh in hopes of someone asking "what's wrong?" Pay him any mind and he will take it as an invitation to begin a small speech on how annoying you are and how he will best you. One day.)
Yaps about you often! There is nobody who doesn't know about how much he hates your guts! There is not a single soul who doesn't know of you and your strength. At least when comparison to his.
Some people will hear it and tease him— claiming that he has a crush on you and should just confess. He'll always scowl and oppose the notion with great fury.
People often comment on how graceful the two of you fighting is. (It gets on his nerves.) The clashing of his blades against your weapon, the seamless string of movements, the cool focus— it makes people feel like they're watching a waltz between you instead of a battle.
But on the off chance he does actually beat you, his initial reaction is surprise. Then, it's to accuse you of going easy on him. Though he himself will never admit it, fighting and losing to you was pretty fun. In its own way.
He also doesn't tolerate slander against you. If his ears pick up on anyone speaking ill of you, he's on them. Only he can talk about you like that!
a/n: Hi! Welcome! Thanks for requesting this! Honestly, this is a super cool idea and made it my mission to start the millisecond I had a gap in my schedule!
One thing I love about this request is that it's pretty open-ended. I know most people who search up [insert character] x reader are expecting romance. But this request lends it self to be platonic too, so I wrote it with that in mind! Hope you don't mind.🤍🤍
Imagine pinching and spanking Sakamoto after he finished the cup ramen shelf again. Watch that fat jiggle with the harsh impact, blooming beautifully with red handprints. As he sobs below us, he promises to control his addiction better and restock it tomorrow. For now he accepts our anger, apologizing over and over...🤤
❛ #SPLATHEGOES! SAKAMOTO DAYS.
────────── he's gone through the supplies again. there's only one way to fix this behavior .ᐟ.ᐟ
⤿ pairings. taro sakamoto x gn reader
⤿ contents. sub character, delicious chubby taro, spanking, slight cnc, dacryphilia, degradation. this contains mature content, read at your own discretion.
⤿ thoughts. someone get this man a machine gun. they're jumping him, and they think it's all fun and games
"I can't believe this!" You seethe, pinching the fat on his reddening cheeks. He holds back a yelp, jolting violently. "That was the stock for the entire week, Taro."
"Sorry. I'm sorry."
He's not used to this. Being punished. Sakamoto is always good. At least, he always tries to be. To you, for you.
He doesn't like it when you're upset with him. He feels as though his heart will give out. Understandably so.
He really is sorry. He doesn't know what came over him. He understands it'll be a chunk out of your budget to replace it — "How many times do I have to get it into your thick skull? I could've made you something if you're really that hungry."
Sakamoto grits his teeth, his glasses fogging up with the heat of the air. "Do you understand me?"
Your condescending tone makes his brain go haywire, his thighs pressing against each other to conceal the tremors.
You shake your head in disappointment, firmly holding his big arms behind his back to get him to quit fidgeting over your lap.
''M'sorry, please, forgive me, I've learned my lesson."
You haven't even started.
Nonetheless, he flinches when you knead at him, fingers leaving red marks in their wake. "Twenty times. Make sure to count it properly this time."
He panics silently as he realizes nothing can stop this.
You're pulling your hand back, allowing the cold air to hit his body. "St...op," He begs softly with a shake of his head, "I promise to restock it!!"
SPANK!
"URGH!" Taro bites his lip, his body jiggles like water, he can feel the embarrassment roaming down his body.
"Taro."
"O-one."
Smack.
"Two!! I'm sorry, please [name]."
"How many more times do I have to tell you for you to finally understand?" Another spank. It strikes the back of his thigh roughly.
Three. He wants to yelp out, but instead, he can only squeak out a weak apology.
"S-sorry!"
"Yeah? Tell me. What have you learned?"
"I.. uhh tha- nghh.."
Taro's mouth falls ajar, lips trembling as he searches for his voice.
"You can barely even speak right. There is no way you can." You tsk meanly, and he tries to buck his hips, the fat bouncing has you hypnotized.
To think that he enjoys being treated like this... sakakoto's heart pulses around, his eyes rapidly blinking away the forming tears. There must be something seriously wrong with him.
A resonating 'smack' satisfies your ears.
"Number." You remind him sternly.
How many was that?
His eyes go wide as his whole body jumps.
"It—" he gives a low sob. He can't remember — "hurts! Mn!!"
It's not even that you're causing him physical pain. In all honesty, this is nothing. If you decided to leave him purple and blue, the crack of your hand numb, he still won't be in pain.
It's that you're mad at him.
That's what set him off.
Even just the thought...
Your free hand gropes at his supple thighs, the heat of his body instantly brings rising goosebumps down your body.
"Oh, taro..." The emotional need for your praise overwhelms him. His chest rose and fell in fast, broken breaths. "Are you crying already?"
His cheeks burn, glasses falling down his nose at his slippery face. He's drenched. Sweat pooling at the tip of his nose and his forehead. His pupils are blown wide and teary.
Still, he shakes his head.
"That's it, taro," you grant him a praise, satisfied with his actions. You don't stop him when his hips start to move and roll in desperate circles, the head of his cock catching against your thigh. "You're doing so good."
"Mm!" He nods eagerly, mind fogged with need that even if it hurts him, he won't ruin your fun. "I hik! promise to do better!"
can i req a sakamoto x reader where readerwas his first love🥹THANKU
୨୧ ❝ FIRST LOVE/LATE SPRING. ❞
content ⸝⸝ sakamoto taro x fem ! reader , drabble , fluff , wc: 0.34k
─── FIRST DATE. FIRST KISS. FIRST LOVE.
you got to be his first at everything, and it felt amazing.
spring was your favorite season. it was when the flowers started to bloom again, painting the world with color, and the weather began to warm up, chasing away the winter chill. don’t get it wrong, you loved winter. you enjoyed cuddling with taro beneath the blankets, sharing warmth and laughter, or walking hand-in-hand in the snow, the world hushed and white around you both.
or autumn, because that’s when some of the best memories were made. the cool, crisp air and vibrant scenery—jumping into a pile of leaves, feeling like kids again, with not a care in the world.
and summer, because it was the most relaxing out of all four seasons. being able to go outside more often due to the inviting weather, exploring new places, and making memories that would last a lifetime.
however, springtime just felt… better. just nicer.
everything felt more comfortable for you, like the world was waking up just for you two. you wanted to experience anything you could’ve with your boyfriend: go on dates at skating rinks, make pottery, or even attempt to have a green thumb, filling your home with life and love.
today, you both decided to take a stroll around a park. you occasionally knelt down just to touch flowers that were beginning to bloom again, marveling at their delicate beauty, and he would just watch you with a small smile.
you stood up again, brushing the dirt off of your knees before saying, “we should make this a tradition: go to this park every year during spring.”
the idea felt perfect.
he nodded in agreement, his smile widening as he took your hand to continue the stroll around the park. his touch sent shivers down your spine, a familiar comfort that you cherished.
however, this was the last time you were ever going to see him.
AUTHORS NOTE. SAKALINGS🥹🥹 AND YOURE WELCOME😈😈😈‼️‼️‼️ don’t mind the crappy writing…
contents: assassin!reader, one-sided pining, angst, heartbreak, implied trauma, injuries, depictions of wounds, mentions of blood, very mild gore warning, kind of implied self-harm/self-destructive behavior, tailing, insecurity, songfic, 1.9k words.
notes: this actually came to me in a dream and then i had a batshit crazy one after, oh and i'm still reading the manga so no spoilers pls... blaming @17020 because mimi got me into sakadays and now i'm a little hooked.
taro sakamoto was the world's legendary assassin, he was the best at everything there was: like some sort of god amongst men. everyone loved him, and if they didn't love him: they feared him.
no one was ever fully able to reach him, or even keep up with him. no one except nagumo, rion, and you.
if sakamoto was placed on a mission, even if it was solo, somehow you were always 'in the area.' whether it be okinawa or shibuya: you just happened to be there.
at first, taro thought nothing of it. you were his friend, and you always managed to make any hit run smoother with that sharp wit you were requested for. it was mutualism, scratch sakamoto's back and he'll scract yours.
eventually, it began to grow into something more.
neither of you noticed it; and if you did, you kept quiet about it.
little things began to happen, things like sakamoto keeping a change of clothes for you in his go-bag. or having your preferred mm of ammunition to go with your favorite gun.
the two of you existed in this weird sort-of in between space.
you weren't lovers; but you were certainly more than friends.
only you knew the code to get into his gun safe, and only he knew how to get past the security system outside your apartment.
assassins don't let people in.
it's an unspoken rule of the job.
one you broke.
it all happened one night, when you and taro were both scraped up from a rough mission to assassinate the head of the yamaguchi family.
wordlessly, you were both splayed over a motel bed, not even under the sheets as both of your eyes remained locked onto the swirling ceiling fan.
"why did you let that one grunt get a shot on you, y/n? you're better than that." his voice rumbled, tone non-commitant despite the obvious lacing of worry in his words.
sakamoto has always cared about those dear to him, maybe more than he should.
he always had let rion talk about anything that interested her, played along with nagumo's tricks. he was a good man, assassin or not.
so, when you don't answer, his head lolls to the side to see if you had even heard him in the first place. and brown eyes widen, just barely perceptibly at the hollow stare e/c irises give him.
"i always let myself get hurt on a hit. it's how i atone for the lives i take."
the words echo between the two of you, they make silver brows furrow and thin lips draw flat.
he doesn't speak, so you look away, head turning to make interest of the chipping paint on the smoke-stained walls.
a grazing of fingertips over the torn fabric of your jeans sends your body moving before you can even think. cheap lobby pen pressed against sakamoto's carotid as your weight pins his hips down to the shitty matress below.
taro doesn't even move, not trying to shove you away. he just lays there, limp boned and pliant.
lithe fingers find themselves in the skin on the side of your thigh with an audible squelch. it hurts, feeling him root around in your flesh: but any assassin could take a little pain. his intrusion into your wound is gone as he pulls a 9mm luger from you and tosses it haphazardly onto the carpet.
you don't know what to think, what to do. so you remain atop his form, ballpoint still just barely poking at the skin beneath his jaw. you can see the way his pulse makes the pen dig deeper before it falls once more.
and he's just letting you do all this.
not a single muscle in his body has made any move to resist you.
when he so easily could.
it has your brows raising back to normal, e/c eyes rounding in curiosity.
sakamoto wipes his bloodied fingers on his shirt before tearing the hem of it to wrap it around your thigh, tying it off in a messy knot.
your makeshift weapon fall from your fingers, "why are you doing this, taro?" he hums, fingers drumming against the shitty box spring you have him against.
"you shouldn't hurt yourself, it's not good." he drawls, eyes finally finding your own as he stared up at you in a way that sends your stomach twisting. "can't let the world think my partner's getting weak."
god, you know he doesn't mean it that way.
he means it because you two work together, because he lets you tag along on his missions.
but some selfish, foolish part of you eats it up: the definition you want it to have, that the two of you are really something more.
dumbly, you nod, sitting back and rolling off of him.
"okay, i won't." he's satisfied, turning onto his side with a grunt, broad back facing you.
within a few minutes, he's softly snoring, as if he hadn't just sent your carefully constructed world toppling asunder.
you don't sleep that night.
or many others, for that matter.
all you want is to think he meant that the way you thought he did, even though you know it is the furthest thing from the truth.
assassins don't fall in love.
it seems like you're a pretty shitty one, then.
nothing ever changes, a part of you so deeply repressed is too scared to be the one jumping into the unknown.
that awkward space you had always been in with sakamoto remains. too far to be just friends, but just too far from being lovers.
he makes it hard. unbearably so.
taro is a kind man: he remembers anything you tell him, he keeps his apartment stocked with your snacks, he doesn't let you leave on a mission without saying goodbye (once you forgot and he showed up on the roof of your car).
then, one day, he goes on a mission while you were stuck in a stealth operative on the northern coast. normally, he finishes a hit quick and comes by your apartment after with some shitty takeout and MREs: which he seems to prefer, for whatever unknowable reason.
but, this time, you have to find him.
he's not at his place, not at the JAA, not with nagumo.
you worry about him, for possibly the first time in the years you had known each other. sakamoto is japan's best, everyone had some sort of interest in having him gone. no one had succeeded; hell, no one had gotten close.
what if today they did?
the thought has an indescribable ache burning under your ribs.
it punch in his code and lock the door behind yourself, sat on his couch, and felt tears burn at your eyes for the first time in god knows how long.
he comes home at around 1:32am, doesn't even acknowledge your presence as he shrugs off his coat; even though you know he can see you. his hands are empty, except for a convenience store bag.
sakamoto doesn't eat anything other than MREs, unless it's the fancy dinner provided at order meetings. he certainly doesn't eat junk food and snacks.
"you hungry, taro?" the words come out more fragile than you intend, but he doesn't speak on it. the man shakes his head, holding up his bag as he comes to sit on the couch next to you, tearing into a wafer bar and crunching at it.
it's upsetting, how he won't even look at you, how he doesn't even dignify answering you with words.
"i thought you hated pre-packaged foods..," you mumble, brows furrowing. he pauses for the briefest moment, mid-bite. "the girl at the register said they were good," he speaks.
oh.
that's a weird feeling. one you don't think you've ever quite felt from something sakamoto has said to you.
it goes away when he hands you a pack of your favorite chips from the bag. 'probably why he went in, in the first place,' you think, as if to soothe yourself.
even as you tear into them, there's a lingering sting in your nose, almost like burning.
it never quite fully goes away.
taro sakamoto rarely goes out for the sake of it, much less alone.
so why is he leaving in the middle of the day?
you catch him as you're coming back from a mission, his favorite MRE from the association and some chinese takeaway for yourself. he doesn't look at you, standing on a nearby rooftop and watching in a baffled curiosity.
in a selfish moment, you follow, out of sight.
and you see him meet a girl.
a girl who looked so normal, so soft. not a single bone in her body was dangerous, her gaze never hardened past annoyance. she was so utterly everything that you weren't.
because she wasn't an assassin.
at first, you're angry: furious, even.
you think he's so stupid, choosing a weak woman knowing exactly what happens to people in his line of work. how could he, when you had been standing there waiting for so long?
but when you see the gentleness in the way he touches her arm, like he knows he can break her and it's the last thing he would ever want: it's hard to stay angry.
because she's beautiful and kind and so gloriously normal.
you lose your food on some random roof as you leave. the wind friction from how fast you're moving has tears forming in your eyes, or maybe they were from something else.
sakamoto doesn't seek you out. he doesn't hunt you down when you go on a mission without saying goodbye first. he doesn't show up on your doorstep with food after his hits. he doesn't bandage your wounds when the guilt gets to you and you let your target land a blow.
it doesn't surprise you when he retires.
since he met her, it had only been a matter of time.
you don't plead with him like nagumo does, you don't accept all the offers people make you for his head, you don't ever try to find him: even though he makes it so painfully easy to.
how could you?
he was happy, surely. and you weren't selfish enough to risk ruining it.
sakamoto always got everything he wanted, whether it be fame, money, power, or even his eventual family life. while you got stuck with the weight of what could've been, of everything that you let slip between your fingers because you were just too damn scared.
to him, your friendship was just a small thing that happened in his past as a hitman. to you, when it ended: so did the world with it.
I feel like I'm a #swear word, like look at me promising the next fic would be Nagumo's, but here I am for the other characters.
Sakamoto is the im-prepared-for-every-situation guy; he has everything and I mean everything planned out.
He gives you his jacket whenever you feel cold, giving you his gloves or whatever thing he owns, you can have it.
He remembers and notices the little stuff, like how you nagged about the new lipstick you bought and it wasn't good, they scammed you, and he got you a bunch of different ones to try.
Sakamoto gives gifts that make sense, he always restocks your skincare or places new clothing pieces in your wardrobe.
He wants to make the most of his time, he can have a battle any day, maybe leave you any day, so he wants to make stuff worth it.
His love language is gift-giving and acts of service (Obviously he cannot explain his feelings well, what do you expect?)
He's an overthinker, he's always been an overthinker. What if you do not love him anymore? What if you get hurt because he has a bounty on his head?
Sakamoto might seem aloof but you are on his mind 24/7.
He would definitely enjoy quieter dates, so maybe brunches at a restaurant far from the city, or picnics in a secluded corner, even walks around the beach at night or just renting an area out for you.
He doesn't mind it if you have some weird habits/tendencies, nobody is born normal (including him, psycho vibes but we love it) so he just lets it slide.
He isn't a big cuddling guy but must have a hand around your waist while sleeping.
Sakamoto does not stop being romantic after you both have a child, even so, he starts to leave small kisses on your head or hand when you take care of Hana saying things such as "Thank you for being the most wonderful mom ever."
. . . Content : the version of him she wanted but just with someone else.
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ ﹑❝ Give me reasons we should be complete. You should be with him, I can′t compete ❞
— !? To be loved, it's a strange topic, a philosophy only a few can truly understand. Yet up to the interpretation of the people who carefully mold it. Something delicate like a porcelain swan, easy to break and fragile under strain. Yet it's so pure and treasure that no one dares to try and change it.
Made out to be clay even. Different versions and opportunities to be made. Understanding and frustration to make the perfect piece. Ornaments, silk, poetry, physical, photography. Love can be anything that people make it out to be.
So why was it so hard to perfectly capture it?
[Name] could only describe her feelings as similar to a bomb. A twinkling souvenir to dread and explosion. So why was she still grasping onto it even if the fuse is soon to go off?
Sakamoto was someone who knew what he wanted. There was no doubt about that. He knew his worth and what he needed. Only a few knew much about him, that included [Name].
He didn't view her as competition nor just a mere assassin within their department. She was strong, obviously weaker than him and his trio, but she always held her guard. Maybe that's why he let in...just a bit more.
Her finger tracing out small shapes on his shirt. They weren't anything specific, but it felt nice with her manicured nails so close to him. Even as they lay in the bed together, it wasn't intimate, romantic, platonic, it had no label. It's confusing like a magic trick or maybe a logic puzzle. Something to which one would ask, "What are we?"
His arm was loose around her, hand gently resting at her hip with a small squeeze. A cigarette between his lips, yet the secondhand smoke, didn't bother her. It was all too familiar.
[Name] would ramble on and on about stupid little things she didn't even need to mention. Just the sound of her voice was relaxing to him. Like a baby's lullaby as he closed his eyes with his back leaned against the headboard.
"...I want to get married one day. Mh, maybe have kids. Oh! And I want to own a small shop, nothing big, just something cozy." [Name] described the wishes she had planned for the future. Seemingly impossible to reach with her current occupation. A small smile on her lips as she explained it.
"You're an assassin. Don't you plan on joining the order?" Sakamoto reminded. A pearl colored brow gently raised. Followed by matching white smoke from between his lips.
[Name] pursed her lips together before letting out a low hum. She didn't answer. There was no need to. Knowing it was too much to ask for.
At least, that's how she was made out to feel.
Now seeing him with a woman, his arm draped around her shoulder. He abandoned his past life and all in it, even if it kept following him. It was comfortable, bittersweet in feeling. A smile he shared with her that she never could quite reach. One she gave him but never received. It was love, wasn't it? Just a version of the complex whole.
As that woman, he held so deeply and lovingly went on and on about the things they had together. A stable marriage. A loving family. A cozy store they managed. Everything that she could want and was grateful for. Once shared with the same ambition, just different people.
A version of Taro Sakamoto, an unrivaled and legendary hitman, [Name] wanted so badly. There was no competition, no questions. The pure woman that never had blood on her hands had already won.
Feelings [Name] longed to share bubbling in her throat. How come he was so easily swooned when it came to the convenience store girl he met. So easily changed from that ticking time bomb that exploded only for flowers to grow on the soil that they mended.
A love that wouldn't waver, kept under a glass display... Everything she wanted, given to someone else. The person she loved, loving someone else. Love was a cruel thing.
Didn't feel like writing but wanted to write i fear. I'll make a more in-depth oneshot, perhaps
hmmmm thinking about singledad! sakamoto who moves in next to a younger neighbor, shes so much younger— you had to at least be in your late twenties and technically just came out of college not too long ago.
but it becomes a pretty friendly relationship, both of you occasionally going out for dinner or lunch every other friday— he set that up, wanting to at least see you a bit.
“how have you been?” he deeply asks, glasses hiding his eyes and he takes a bite out of the medium rare steak. he doesn’t necessarily look at you, because he knows how you look.
beautiful.
“well, work is okay, people are just… people.” you sigh, hairs raising on your neck and arms from the cool chill in the restaurant. “i got some new tumblers yesterday, oh! and i got a new dress, i havent tried it on yet— then i got a bit of commission from work..” you rambled on, and on, and on, and on… luckily he had enough patience to listen to you for so long— because not many would pay attention.
he nods when you speak, however. keeping to himself was easy, socializing was another chore for him.. but he didnt mind it with you.
that was way before you both had a little too much to drink when you met back at your cute little condo, his hands gripping tight when he grazed your thighs. “ ‘m not too heavy, am i?” he sloppily asks, open mouth kissing on your stomach.
“mm mm.” you grunt, hands on his shoulders when he suckles on a sensitive nipple. “easy— easy.. their kinda sensitive today.. “ you mumble, feeling the suction of his mouth soften.
“that better?” he asks, a large hand on your belly and it makes you slowly dumber. “easy, girl..” he chuckles, hands gravitating to your hips. “want to do something for me, sweetheart?” he asks, seeing how eager you nod.
blindfolds werent always your thing— but, some men and women earned the privilege of it. especially when they take you to dinner and you know theyd kiss the ground you walked on. everything had went dark, but you felt his breath on your skin.
“mr.. sakamoto?” you mumble, somewhat nervous but trusting of the man. “yer still here.. right?”
“of course; wouldnt leave you like this..” he replied back, you feel a strong dip in the bed, and then something warm on your stomach. “stay still, or youll be even messier.” you now questioned what this man was doing, because you couldnt tell— nor smell what it was. “there you go.” he chuckles, tossing whatever it was to the side and everything gets quiet again.. “be very still, okay?”
you nod, feeling his hot breath back on your soft tummy and his even hotter muscle. you jump a little bit, getting a reassuring ‘mm—mm..’ from him. “what is that?” you giggle with a whine. “its warm and it feels thick—“
“youll find out.” he holds you, still and eager for you as much as you were for him. “makes you taste even sweeter than i bet you are.” he growls with a guttural throat, licking all the way up to your breasts.
“what was that even supposed to be?” you lie in the bed, blankets covering you up until he slowly takes them off, a warm rag dipping against your stomach. “was it like an edible lube or massage oil?”
his face somewhat turns red, a crack in his glasses with a quick shaking of his head. “then what?”
Hey yoo..i love your shin fanfic. Can i have some request strawberry shortcake and Vanilla latte... Thankss:33
a/n : how we feeling with the new chapter ? NAGUMO SCREENTIME also I hope we get a face reveal of kamihate soon
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[ a. shin x reader ]
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it's strange, you're reunited with akira akao, your childhood friend at the jcc but that strange blonde following your friend like a lost pup, stole your attention more.
" he's just a friend, " akira says. you heave out a sigh of relief, you weren't even aware you were holding your breath when she spoke those words.
when you look over the blonde, named shin, he can't help but blush, having read your mind prior before locking eyes with you.
he's surprised you've taken interest in him and was more than eager to befriend him. why though?
" name's y/n l/n, I've enrolled like a few months ago, I'm glad akira found you! " ruffling his hair, he can't bring himself to remove your hand in his blonde locks. what's this weird feeling?
you bond over his love for sakamoto, the greatest assassin. you weren't really a fan but you quietly listened to his blabbering. you learn more about the dude, how he now works for the great assassin, how he has some sort of mind reading power, how he met akira but was he interested on how you fall hard for him?
it definitely wasn't just his looks, but the vibes he radiated, his charming smile, the way his eyes crinkled when he spoke about something he holds dearly, how much he despises natsuki, your friend from the weapon department that no one expected you'd be well acquainted with. there was just something about him that kept alluring and pulling you in his world, hell you'd loved to be part of it, that's for sure.
to say the least, the attack on the jcc split you up. you ended up chasing after akira, joining x, thank every god out there, rion remembers you, saving you from death. uzuki treated you just like how he treats akira the same.
" you're not thinking about him, are you? " akira nudges your shoulder, earning a huff from you.
" I just hope he doesn't hate me. "
" he has no reason to hate you, " uzuki-rion says, closing the book he was reading. a blush creeping up your cheeks at her words.
" sure he does, I'm basically team X now, " you fake sob, poking uzuki's chest as both akaos laugh.
" you don't have to lift a finger. "
that's what uzuki-rion said, but here you were running around the museum, hoping to see the blonde.
" y/n? " shin calls, stopping mid run to see some of x members and a few other people.
" is she part of x? " shishiba questions, eyeing shin then the others.
" no, absolutely not, sir! " dropping all your weapons.
" stop fooling around! " kumanomi scolds.
next thing you know, you're with shin and haruma.
" are you sure, you don't want to join? "
" it's more fair to fight 1 v 1 and I'm cheering for my teammate, go haruma! " he smiles at your words, shin could only watch and fume on the inside.
you were secretly his crush, after all. you went missing with akira since the attack and finally finding you here, you're with x was the last thing he expected. he shakes his head, there has to be more in the story.
" shin! " snapping his head back in the game, he quickly dodges the attack.
" weren't you cheering for me? " haruma pouts, shin sweat drops, reading his mind quickly and accidentally tuning in yours.
you were cheering and praying he'll beat him quick and he smirks in triumph.
" I'll win this for sure, " and he did.
haruma left after losing 3 sports matches against shin. leaving you and shin alone, you quickly ran, engulfing the blonde in a hug.
" I'm so relieved, great game out there! " he returns the hug.
" youre not going to leave, are you? " his voice softens, cracking even.
" no, I want to stay with you. " he smiles, pulling you away to see your face.
you looked like you were about to cry, was it scary being in x presence, having to deal with the other blood thirsty criminals or people that would do anything for kei? he promises he'll protect you, no matter what.
" I'll protect you, I promise, " he sticks his pinky out to you.
" words can't describe how much I love you, " interlocking your pinky with his.
he pulls you in through your interlocked pinky, smashing his lips against yours.
parting away, he smiles the same smile that stole your heart the moment he flashes it for the first time. he finally hears the words he longs to hear and you finally get the kiss you've been dreaming of.
